Chapter 155

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the treetops, spilling onto the entrance of the Tokyo University Hospital. Yukimura stepped out of the hospital gate, clutching the report of his follow-up examination results tightly in his hand.

He took a shallow breath of fresh air, feeling a sense of relief welling up from the depths of his heart.

The sunlight fell softly on Yukimura's face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, blooming into a bright and brilliant smile. The haze that had shrouded his heart for these past days was finally completely dispelled at this moment.

The doctor said this was a condition similar to "Guillain-Barré syndrome."

If symptoms of sudden fainting occurred, the condition would reach its peak within four weeks, starting with symmetrical weakness in the limbs, followed by diminished or absent reflexes, and finally paralysis in bed.

Once it reached that stage, a full recovery would become very difficult, and even if the treatment were successful, there would be many uncertainties about whether one could return to the court.

Fortunately, he came early, the symptoms were not severe, and there were still many treatment methods the hospital could take. It would likely only take two weeks to recover, not delaying the upcoming National Competition.

"If it weren't for Coach Ji Le's reminder, I'm afraid..."

A deep sense of relief welled up in Yukimura's heart, and at the same time, a trace of lingering fear remained.

This afternoon, he appeared at the tennis club without warning, and as soon as he stepped onto the tennis court, he brazenly challenged everyone.

Dalin Taifu looked at his long-time partner with worry, wanting to comfort him, but found that as the heavy sound of hitting the ball rang out again and again, his own heart trembled with each strike.

Yukimura carefully put away the report in his hand, his eyes shining with anticipation for the future.

"Jinjirou."

He lifted his head slightly, looking at that terrifying guy who was competing against Qianshi.

At this moment, the emotions in everyone's hearts were complex and indescribable.

He clenched his fists tightly, his lips trembling, repeating this sentence in his heart over and over, as if the moment he stopped, his worldview would shatter completely.

At first, no one paid much attention, and Yamazaki from the second team just took the challenge with a playful attitude, wanting to teach this ignorant kid a lesson.

His face was full of frustration, but his eyes cast a look of unwillingness, staring fixedly at the arrogant, wild man on the tennis court.

The atmosphere in the Shanchui Middle School tennis club today seemed unusually heavy. The members all gathered together, surrounding the competition tennis court, forming an impenetrable human wall.

However.

In just ten minutes, Yamazaki lost, losing completely.

He had almost fallen into a coma and been paralyzed in bed; almost broken his promise to Sanada and the others; almost left the tennis he loved so much.

"Tennis is not as simple as he says..."

Silver hair, pale face, his tennis was full of intense aggression, and every return shot carried that suffocating sense of oppression...

This terrifying guy was named Akutsu.

"It's not..."

Segawa Jinjirou's breathing was rapid, his chest heaving violently, and sweat mixed with dust covered his cheeks.

Really, it's great.

Bang!

Bang!

The heavy and intense sound of rallies rang out incessantly on the tennis court.

This immediately drew everyone's attention.

And now, everything was still in time.

Then, others from the second team joined in, but before long, they all lost one by one.

The regulars went up one after another, only to end in miserable defeat one after another; even Dalin Taifu himself lost to the opponent.

However, Dalin Taifu was full of confusion.

Judging from this guy's hitting movements and style, he didn't seem to have received long-term tennis training; he was like a beginner who had only mastered some basic techniques.

Yet, relying on just these few basic techniques, he defeated all the tennis experts in the Shanchui Middle School tennis club.

Jinjirou was even mercilessly slaughtered by the opponent, who left behind a sentence.

"Tch, are you really a third-year regular? You can't even play such simple tennis."

This naked, disdainful mockery left Jinjirou unable to recover even now.

A flash of helplessness crossed Dalin Taifu's eyes.

It was ironic; two old guys nearing graduation were ruthlessly flipped onto the ground by a junior. Compared to the opponent, their three years of hard training seemed to have been for nothing.

"But fortunately, we still have Qianshi!"

As the tennis ball approached his body, Akutsu turned slightly, and his racket swung out decisively and swiftly from behind.

Bang!

The tennis ball, carrying a sharp white trajectory, hit the white boundary line on the front left with precision.

"Oh my, the intention is too obvious."

Qianshi Kiyosumi leaned forward, maintaining a low center of gravity, his footsteps rushing forward quickly and powerfully.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a glimmer of cunning shone in his eyes. Possessing extraordinary dynamic vision, he had already locked onto every movement of that guy on the opposite side.

The next instant.

His eyes became sharp instantly, staring fixedly at the bouncing tennis ball, his peripheral vision sweeping over Akutsu on the opposite side, just like a boxer locking onto an opponent's flaw.

As the tennis ball reached the optimal hitting point, his arm swung out rapidly, and the racket in his hand was like a red boxing glove, hitting the tennis ball fiercely with a powerful posture.

Bang!

The tennis ball underwent a subtle deformation under the pressure of the racket, a tiny depression forming on its surface, and then, the moment the pressure was released, the tennis ball quickly returned to its original shape and reflected back with explosive power.

Like a precise straight punch, it hit Akutsu's defensive gap directly.

"Qianshi takes this game, 3-2!"

Minami Kentarou took a deep breath, feeling encouraged as he saw Qianshi maintaining the lead.

Qianshi's existence allowed the other Shanchui members to find a moment of relief under the heavy pressure.

No matter what, Shanchui was finally not completely pierced through by that guy.

They had managed to save a shred of dignity after all.

"Interesting!"

Akutsu Jin stood on one side of the tennis court, the sunlight reflecting dazzlingly off his silver hair, and a cold chill revealed in his eyes.

"You really are different from those guys, but..."

Although Qianshi Kiyosumi had just scored a point, Akutsu only raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his mouth still hooked in a provocative arc.

"... try hitting that kind of tennis at me again!"

Swish.

Tossing the ball into the air casually, Akutsu's muscles tightened slightly, and as the ball fell, he swung his racket with wild, violent force.

Bang!

The tennis ball streaked through the air in a white light full of power, without any technical embellishment, purely a display of strength and speed.

Tap, tap, tap.

A steady and powerful sound of footsteps echoed on the court, and Qianshi moved quickly to the left, preparing to meet the high-speed serve about to touch the ground.

Hearing the opponent's provocative words, he wasn't angry at all; instead, sparks of challenge flashed in his eyes, and a confident smile appeared on his face, looking relaxed and at ease.

Having lost to Budongfeng and Rikai consecutively, and seeing so many experts far superior to himself, Qianshi realized his own weakness.

Despite this, he did not wallow in self-pity; instead, under this pressure, he actively adopted Coach Bantian's suggestions, trained hard, made full use of his talent, and evolved rapidly.

"You won't be able to catch my ball!"

Just as the tennis ball touched the ground, a powerful swing was already executed, the racket drawing a strong trajectory in the air, as if a boxer's fist had left a mark in the air.

Bang!

The tennis ball flew into Akutsu's backhand area like a bullet, the shot fierce and full of aggression.

"Heh."

Akutsu's mouth curled slightly, his strong, powerful legs exerted a little force, and his speed exploded instantly.

Whoosh.

Sunlight flooded the court, and Akutsu moved swiftly through the interplay of light and shadow. His body was like an agile leopard, lithe and full of tension, arriving at the ball's landing point in an instant.

"Such a fast instant sprint!"

Minami Kentarou's heart sank. He couldn't see any professional tennis technical characteristics in Akutsu, but he saw terrifying physical fitness he had never seen before.

"Want to attack my backhand? Too naive!"

Seeing Akutsu not defending but directly launching an offensive stance, Qianshi Kiyosumi tapped his toes on the ground, his body swaying gently from side to side with rhythm, while his eyes stared fixedly at Akutsu's movements.

The ring was set, just waiting for the opponent to make a move!

Swish!

The racket was swung quickly by Akutsu, Qianshi's eyes lit up, his left foot stepped on the ground, and his body rushed toward the right side suddenly.

"You fell for it!"

A fierce glint flashed in Akutsu's eyes, his swing changed instantly, and in a way that almost defied common sense, he flicked the racket lightly.

Snap!

The ball drew a startling arc in the air, subtly landing not far in front of the net.