Chapter 172

"Didn't expect Shishile to lose two in a row."

"Budongfeng is really amazing!"

After the two matches, the spectators outside the court saw this unexpected scene and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Looks like Budongfeng is very likely to finish the first round with a clean sweep~"

"Those bastards!"

Taking the surrounding discussions into his ears, Taiwan Daji was fuming with anger, cursing inwardly, about to shout in rage.

But when he turned his head, he found everyone was dejected, their eyes dim and lusterless, with no confidence left on their faces; a very low air pressure permeated the Shishile team.

"Everyone..."

Taiwan Daji opened his mouth, wanting to say something to boost morale, but as soon as he saw the score on the scoreboard, the momentum in his heart suddenly leaked away, leaving only his fist clenched tightly.

"Senior Gao Cang, long time no see."

Then he saw Gao Cang Jingfu step onto the court arrogantly, nodding slightly, his expression solemn and sacred, like a king descending upon his own territory.

"Give me the racket."

"Let's end the unnecessary greetings here..."

"You guys, all of you, stand tall!

Don't you dare

let Shishile Middle School be shamed because of you!"

Extending his right hand to shake Gao Cang Jingfu's, Ju Juping couldn't help but feel a bit of melancholy; he didn't expect that when they met again, it would be under these circumstances.

A sharp reprimand, like a thunderclap, woke everyone up as if from a dream, and they immediately raised their heads with a start.

In front of the net.

At this moment, a large palm suddenly pressed onto his shoulder.

Startled by Gao Cang Jingfu's momentum, a few seconds later, Taiwan Daji finally came to his senses and hurriedly handed the racket to him.

His gaze lingered on Ju Juping for two seconds, then Gao Cang Jingfu withdrew his hand, his heart cold; the person who should have been entrusted with the future had now become an obstacle to Shishile.

"Captain... ah, okay, here you go!"

However

He was equally firm in his heart; even if the opponent was his former senior, he wouldn't hold back because of it.

How ironic!

"You guess the serve."

Behind him, Gao Cang Jingfu had already stood up from his seat, his robust body, a head taller than the average person, exuding a terrifying aura, his sharp eyes fixed on Taiwan Daji.

At the same time, he looked up at the captain, who was exuding a cold aura, and hope suddenly sprouted in his previously dead heart.

"Even at this point, you still want to maintain the dignity of Shishile, Senior Gao Cang, is this the glory of Shishile Middle School in your heart..."

Taking the racket, Gao Cang Jingfu walked slowly toward the court; just before stepping on, he stopped, turned his head slightly, and his eyes swept obliquely over the dejected Shishile crowd.

Gao Cang Jingfu, like a superior, issued orders with an arrogant attitude, looking every bit the winner, as if the team trailing 0-2 wasn't the Shishile Middle School he led.

"Right, we have Captain Gao Cang, it's impossible for him to lose, Shishile still has a chance!"

Looking at the indifferent Gao Cang Jingfu, Ju Juping's eyes flickered slightly.

Not caring about the opponent's posturing, he stood the racket on the ground.

Swish.

"Front."

As the words fell, Ju Juping pinched the handle with three fingers and turned it with force.

A few seconds later, the spinning tennis racket lost its momentum and fell to the ground with a clatter, the letter on the handle facing up, handing the choice to Ju Juping.

"I choose to serve," Ju Juping said.

Nodding lightly, Gao Cang Jingfu didn't say much and walked straight to the half of the court he had chosen, his steps filled with extreme confidence, as if he didn't care at all who served first.

The referee checked left and right, and after confirming that both had decided on the serve, waved his hand.

"One set decides the winner, Ju Juping of Budongfeng Middle School serves first!"

A whistle blew, and the match officially began.

Boom!

Without much buildup, Ju Juping leaped into the air, his black racket slamming the tennis ball down violently.

In just an instant, a twisted, ferocious yellow beam of light had already flown over the net; wild, brutal, a roar like a lion echoed on the court.

"So strong!"

Off the court, Taiwan Daji's expression stiffened, the terrifying momentum making his heart tremble; just from this first ball of the opening, he saw the gap between himself and the opponent.

Thinking of his previous "bold words," he felt a sense of relief in his heart; luckily, he hadn't faced Ju Juping.

"Looks like after leaving Shishile, your skills haven't gone to waste... Ju!"

Skr. Skr. Skr.

Sliding to a stop in front of where the tennis ball bounced, Gao Cang Jingfu swung his racket flush against the ground; in the process, the racket head collided with the ground, sparking a few sparks, and the racket even bounced up several times.

Boom!

A dull sound came, the racket swung past Gao Cang Jingfu, but the tennis ball suddenly disappeared.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Without any warning, a ball shadow appeared in the sky above the net.

Then it abruptly disappeared, and the next second it appeared again, touching the ground on Ju Juping's right half-court, disappearing again after bouncing, and by the last time it appeared, the tennis ball was already rolling on the ground.

"Point to Gao Cang Jingfu of Shishile Middle School, 0-15."

"Gan, did I see that right? The tennis ball Gao Cang just hit teleported on the court!"

High above, Kikumaru Eiji widened his eyes; even with his superb dynamic vision, he could only see five ball shadows flash across the court in an instant.

Beside him, Gan Zhen Zhi took out his notebook and flipped to the Shishile Middle School section, where one page was titled with Gao Cang Jingfu's name.

"This is Gao Cang Jingfu's move, the Afterimage Ball.

Because you can't see the trajectory of the ball and can only judge the direction of the tennis ball based on the momentary ball shadow, the difficulty of returning the ball becomes extremely high."

Compared to the new generation of players, information on old-school powerhouses like Gao Cang Jingfu was clearly much easier to collect.

"Indeed, there isn't a single team in the National Competition that is simple."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of solemnity flashed across Bu Er's face; even though Shishile had begun to decline gradually, the foundation left over from the previous era still couldn't be underestimated.

He didn't know if Shishile had any other tricks up their sleeve; with Tezuka absent, it would probably be extremely difficult for Qingxue to defeat Shishile now.

"By utilizing the impact of the racket against the ground before hitting the ball, he imparts a strong vibrating force to the tennis ball, causing it to constantly shake during flight.

Added to the rapid ball speed, it looks as if it suddenly disappeared."

On the court, the fierce rally of the first game still hadn't decided a winner, but Jiecheng Wu had already seen through the principle behind Gao Cang Jingfu's move.

As the captain of Shishile Middle School, the opponent was by no means a mediocre person.

Being able to stalemate with Ju Juping for so long and score points, Gao Cang Jingfu was clearly at the national level.

Moreover, his strength was even significantly stronger than Shen Si's, and he had already gone quite a distance on the road to the national level.

A dying camel is still bigger than a horse, eh...

However, this was still within Jiecheng Wu's expectations.

After all, if it weren't for him leading Budongfeng to emerge out of nowhere this year, following the normal development path, Shishile Middle School would have reached the national top four again in this year's National Competition, completing the final curtain call for the Kyushu hegemon.

So, it was perfectly normal for Gao Cang Jingfu to have national-level strength.

What's more...

His opponent was Ju Juping; defeat was Gao Cang Jingfu's destined outcome.

"Haa!"

Five ball shadows flashed in sequence in mid-air, crossing the entire court in an instant, but Ju Juping had already seen through this ball, taking a step toward the left baseline corner.

Obvious muscle lines appeared on his arm, then the muscles twisted, the racket was pulled out swiftly, swinging toward a blank space in front of the baseline corner.

Boom!

With an explosive sound, the pale yellow tennis ball appeared in the center of the racket face and was compressed into an oval by the violent force.

Then.

Swish, swish, swish!

Countless ball shadows appeared on the court, the yellow light filling the sky falling down in Gao Cang Jingfu's eyes, impossible to stop.

"Game, Ju Juping of Budongfeng Middle School, 4-2!"

"Hoo, hoo..."

Supporting himself on his knees, Gao Cang Jingfu stood straight up again, like a monument on the court.

"Ju, you've actually become this strong..."

Looking at the black figure opposite, his eyes showed obvious fluctuations.

However

Sweat slid down his forehead, but was quickly wiped away by a palm; Gao Cang Jingfu straightened his white and green vertical-striped uniform, his collar stood high, his momentum imposing.

His gaze returned to firmness.

"No one can tarnish the glory of Shishile, and neither can you!"

Match continues.

Boom!

The racket in Ju Juping's hand was stained with a layer of red aura, slamming down hard on the incoming tennis ball.

Roaring Lion!

The ball shadows filling the sky immediately occupied all the space.

"For the glory of Shishile, get past!"

With a low roar, Gao Cang Jingfu's eyes swept rapidly across the court, his footsteps clicking fast, his racket swinging sharply, the head of the racket rubbing against the ground, sparks flying.

Afterimage Ball, Third Phase!

Boom!

With an explosive sound, the tennis ball was hit precisely by him, and the ball shadows filling the sky vanished instantly.

At the same time, the tennis ball flashed and disappeared.

In the eyes of the crowd, the tennis ball only appeared at the moment of impact, the moment it landed and bounced, and the final second landing, completing the entire hitting process as if teleporting.

"Game, Gao Cang Jingfu of Shishile Middle School, 3-4!"

"Change sides~"