Chapter 138: Generals and Pawns

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In a tennis match, whenever an odd-numbered game ends, the players swap sides, and there is also a one-and-a-half-minute rest period.

Picking up a white towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Ji Le Jing Xing's expression was calm; one couldn't tell he was losing the match at all.

"Why didn't you take that ball just now?!"

Neicun Jingjie walked over angrily, feeling extremely puzzled.

"Don't give me any more reasons like 'obsessing over games with large score gaps is just a waste of energy, better to give up this game and wait for an opportunity'."

"You know very well that we have no chance left!"

Ji Le Jing Xing's mouth just moved, and Neicun Jingjie had already rejected the excuse he wanted to give.

"Tell me, why?!"

Ji Le Jing Xing pointed at Niou Masaharu not far away and said coldly.

"Tell me!"

"Damn it!"

"What do you mean by that!"

"Just what you're thinking in your heart."

On the side, Yuuki Satoru watched the two arguing and frowned slightly.

However, he also noticed Ji Le Taizao sitting steadily on the fishing platform.

Everything still has to be proven with strength on the court!

The other party seemed to intentionally let the two argue; it seems he must have other plans, so he'll observe for now.

On the side of the court, Kirihara Akaya curled his lips, a look of disdain appearing on his face.

"What's going on?

After a moment of silence, Ji Le Jing Xing turned his head on his own, continuing to wipe sweat with his towel, acting as if he hadn't heard or seen anything.

"By now, haven't you seen the situation of the match clearly yet?"

In a doubles match, if there is a rift between partners and they no longer trust each other, then wanting to win is basically a fantasy.

"What makes you think we can win?"

Gripping the railing slightly with his palm, a dangerous aura spread from Ju Juping, making the hair of those around him stand up.

"Why hold onto such unrealistic fantasies? We've already tried our best; now we just need to calmly accept failure."

He raised his eyes, looking directly at that face full of anger, and asked back in a cold voice.

Since he decided to respond, he had no intention of being polite at all, simply speaking his mind clearly.

Liu Lian Er calculated the data to the thousandth place, and the remaining probability was just to prevent accidents.

"This is bad..."

"All methods that could be used have been used, and all tactics that should be deployed have been deployed."

"Those two guys, Neicun and Jing Xing, seem to have suddenly fallen out."

Hearing this, Ju Juping snorted coldly in his heart, but he didn't argue with Kirihara Akaya.

Verbal debate is the most powerless.

Shenwei Ming said worriedly.

Shitian Tie's complexion wasn't very good either; arguing in the match point game against Rikkai, it would be very difficult for them to handle the rest of the match.

"Coach Ji Le has no intention of stopping them at all; is this really okay?"

Staring fixedly at his partner, Neicun Jingjie said anxiously.

"This match, we are! Going! To lose!"

"But that white-haired guy hasn't taken off his weighted wristbands since he got on the court!"

"Seems like my name was mentioned." Niou said softly, tidying his silver hair with his fingers.

"Calmly accept failure, what kind of... joke are you making!"

"Although there was no chance of winning to begin with, now, the possibility of Budongfeng's Doubles 1 winning has dropped to 0.001."

"But that guy is quite sensible; in front of us Rikkai, trash should be cleared off the court early."

Perhaps annoyed by Neicun Jingjie's relentless questioning, Ji Le Jing Xing finally reacted.

Seeing the other party's indifferent attitude, a fire instantly rose in Neicun Jingjie's mind.

Facing Neicun Jingjie's questioning, Ji Le Jing Xing no longer avoided it.

"What a boastful statement!"

"Actually arguing during a match, that's really lame!"

Grabbing the towel from Ji Le Jing Xing's hand and throwing it hard on the ground.

Hearing that childish rhetoric and seeing that expressionless face, a heat rushed to Neicun Jingjie's forehead, his eyes almost bloodshot.

They had worked so hard for so long, training desperately in the dark, experiencing so many difficult matches, only to finally make it to the finals.

Coming all this way, was it just to... calmly accept failure?!

"Strength gap, talent gap, these things have already determined that we cannot win."

"This is the cruel reality!"

Ji Le Jing Xing said in a stern tone, his voice cold.

"Talent, haven't you always boasted of being a genius?"

"As a genius, why do you give up so easily?"

The sudden rebuttal made Ji Le Jing Xing freeze.

"You say... I'm a genius?"

After looking Neicun Jingjie up and down several times and finding that the other party was actually serious, Ji Le Jing Xing suddenly covered his stomach and laughed as if he had heard some funny joke.

"Hehehehahaha..."

He hadn't laughed like this for a long time; until tears came to his eyes, he straightened up and looked at the other party.

"I have never said I was a genius."

"I just have a little bit more talent than you, just like Yiwu Shen Si, Shenwei Ming, and Shitian Tie have a little bit more talent than me."

"But we are all ordinary people; how dare we call ourselves geniuses?"

Seeing Neicun Jingjie's expression change slightly, Ji Le Jing Xing continued.

"From the moment everyone is born, Heaven has already arranged their destiny."

"On the chessboard of tennis, some are born to be generals, and as long as they start touching tennis, no matter how early or late, they will show their brilliance."

Saying this, he pointed his finger at Yuuki Satoru off the court.

"And people like you and me are just ordinary pawns on the chessboard, eaten by other pieces with a single probe."

"Recognize reality; tennis is a sport that can only be controlled by guys favored by Heaven; what is there to insist on for something that has been destined long ago?"

"Match continues, please return to the court!"

The referee's voice reminding the players to take the court sounded.

Seeing Neicun Jingjie standing blankly in place, Ji Le Jing Xing sneered and walked straight onto the court.

Effort?

So what if Dad won the National Professional Tournament four times in a row?

So what if he fought desperately in the world and earned the title of Onmyoji?

Even if he was so strong that one ball could destroy the court.

But against that guy who had retired for many years and clearly hadn't played a match in a long time...

Didn't he still end up in a miserable defeat!

In the face of talent.

Is effort useful?

Is struggling useful?

Images of Ji Le Taizao before and after challenging Echizen Nanjiro appeared in his mind.

One was high-spirited, the other decadent and frustrated.

Rather than understanding the cruelty of the truth after struggling desperately, it's better to accept reality from the beginning.

Ji Le Jing Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, suppressing the fluctuation in his heart, and once again firmed his belief.

"Tennis, this kind of thing..."

"Is truly boring to the extreme!"

"Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School's match point game, Niou Masaharu to serve!"

The referee's voice fell; although Ji Le Jing Xing had no fighting spirit, he didn't mind finishing the final process.

"Oh my, didn't expect the final outcome to be like this."

The tennis ball was tossed into mid-air by Niou.

He didn't understand what that guy called Ji Le Jing Xing was talking about, but an opponent without even the will to win was indeed uninteresting.

Boom!

His body bent strongly like a bow, the racket slammed down on the tennis ball in mid-air.

A yellow light flew past Ji Le Jing Xing in the front court.

"Neicun Jingjie should understand, as long as Niou Masaharu hits four ACE balls, we can end this."

However.

Boom!

A powerful explosion sounded from behind, the strong wind from the tennis ball grazing Ji Le Jing Xing's ear.

Crack.

A circle of smoke and dust rose on the opposite half, and the sharp yellow light bounced off and flew toward the outside of the court.

Holding the racket in his right hand in front of him, Neicun Jingjie stared fixedly at the opposite side, his heart no longer distracted.

"I'm really sorry, those things you said..."

"I don't understand any of them, and I don't want to understand!"

Pointless effort.

Seeing Neicun Jingjie still desperately catching the serve, Ji Le Jing Xing only felt the other party was stupid.

"Compared to your teammate, you are far behind!"

Yagyu Hiroshi looked coldly at Ji Le Jing Xing, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Boom!

He swung his right arm, and a Laser Beam passed through the court.

"Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School scores, 15-0."

Without Ji Le Jing Xing supporting in the front court, even a Laser Beam couldn't be blocked.

"Hmph, you guys who possess talent only know how to say pretty words from high above."

"Enjoying the strength brought by talent, yet attributing everything to your own effort; what do you know?!"

The opponent's sarcasm couldn't affect Ji Le Jing Xing's mindset at all.

"Neicun, who has no talent, can't even catch the Laser Beam you hit casually; is blind persistence useful?"

Yagyu Hiroshi was speechless for a moment.

He didn't know how to respond to this guy's sophistry, but there was no need to respond at all.

Because your talent and strength are inferior to your opponent, you choose to give up the match?

He would never agree with such a point of view.

If tennis were really that simple, everyone would just measure their data before the match; why bother playing?

Boom!

Renwang served, and the tennis ball passed directly by Jile Jing Xing's side.

"30-0!"

Walking back to the baseline, Neicun Jingjie gripped his racket tightly, his knees slightly bent, his eyes fixed on Renwang, who was about to serve, while still trying to persuade Jile Jing Xing.

"Hey, as long as I catch the Laser Beam, doesn't that prove your theory is wrong!"

He moved his cap to the back of his head, his brows revealing an incredibly sharp and firm aura.

Boom!

A swift serve shot over.

Tap, tap.

With a quick tap of his toes, Neicun Jingjie started with small steps, his racket brushing against the incoming tennis ball to cut it back.

Liusheng Bilushi moved forward diagonally, his eyes sweeping over Neicun Jingjie, who was preparing to receive the ball, and he sighed inwardly.

"Although I don't like guys who give up on matches easily, he wasn't wrong about one thing.

You alone cannot catch the Laser Beam."

Boom!

A white light flashed across the net, and the dazzling Laser Beam split the court into two.

"It's over."

These three words echoed in the hearts of the three people on the court simultaneously.

"It's not over!"

With an angry low roar, Neicun Jingjie unexpectedly appeared in the path of the Laser Beam.

He swung his racket hard at the white light!

Boom!

The tennis ball bounced off the ground.

"30-15."

"Good shot!"

Renwang Yazhi praised the shot; although they were opponents, the other's spirit had earned his respect.

"How could this be?!"

Jile Jing Xing was shocked, but he immediately reacted.

The serve return just now was a bait ball that should have been hit by him; he actually succeeded in catching the Laser Beam all by himself!

Turning his head blankly, Jile Jing Xing looked at Neicun Jingjie, who was panting heavily, his eyes dazed.

"Have I really been wrong all this time?"

"Huff... cough..."

To catch up with the speed of the Laser Beam, Neicun Jingjie had almost squeezed out all his strength.

The lack of moisture, the burning chest, made it hard to suppress the urge to cough, but he still tried to stand straight, looking at Jile Jing Xing with a triumphant smile on his lips.

"I told you your theory was flawed."

"What generals, what pawns, what fate's favor.

I only see a coward who is afraid of failure, wallowing in self-pity.

You say all this, isn't it just because you're afraid that even after trying, you'll still fail?!"

"But I really don't understand, what is there to be afraid of!"

"Since I caught the Laser Beam, now I want you to catch the next serve!

As for the rest...

We can debate it however you want after the match!"

Swish!

Renwang tossed the tennis ball into the air, while Jile Jing Xing remained dazed at the baseline.

Neicun Jingjie shouted:

"Move it!

You idiot, Jile Jing Xing!!"

Boom!

The tennis ball flew over rapidly.

Boom!

A racket blocked the tennis ball; Jile Jing Xing finally chose to receive it.

"Idiot, I'll make you pay after the match."

Neicun Jingjie scolded with a laugh.

Five minutes later, the match ended.

"Game, Lihai University Affiliated Middle School's Renwang Yazhi and Liusheng Bilushi, 6-2!"

The result did not change because of Jile Jing Xing's choice.