Chapter 174

August 19th, sunny.

Excluding the opening ceremony, today was the second day of the National Competition, which also meant the second round of the National Competition had officially begun.

This round could be seen as a quality inspection link for each school; those teams that had a bye due to good luck but lacked corresponding strength would all be eliminated today.

And accordingly, the schools that passed the second round would reach the national top eight, finally having enough qualifications to be called national-level powerhouse schools by the outside world.

And today, Budongfeng's opponent was Shimizu Middle School attached to Shangzhouyuan in Shizuoka.

Compared to Shishile Middle School, which still had some strength left, Shimizu Middle School in Shizuoka was clearly more than a notch weaker.

The school's overall strength was similar to Liujiao Middle School in Kanto, and the most capable person in the team was the captain, who was at a top-tier Kansai level and was currently facing Ju Juping.

It could still be considered pretty good in the Kansai region, but once brought to the National Competition, it was no longer up to standard.

Boom!

Accompanied by the ball shadows filling the sky landing, the heart of the Shimizu Middle School captain, which had been clenched tight, finally relaxed; throughout the entire match, he had completely become a plaything in the opponent's palm, and losing was actually a relief.

"What's wrong, Ju Ping."

"Could it be that I sensed it wrong."

In the distance, behind the dense crowd, two figures in white and purple uniforms moved out of the crowd, and this happened to be the direction Ju Juping had looked toward earlier.

"Match over, Budongfeng Middle School wins, total score 3-0!"

Under the sunlight, a cold light flashed on his lenses, Mu Shou Yong Si Lang extended his right hand, using his knuckles near the back of his hand to push up the left side of his glasses, while a cold fighting spirit appeared on his face.

"Nothing."

Hearing this, Ju Juping shook his head, then followed etiquette and went on court with the whole team to shake hands with Shimizu Middle School.

From the beginning of the match, Ju Juping had vaguely sensed that prying eyes were gathered on him; this kind of gaze was different from ordinary spectators, filled with intense targeting and hostility.

The sky was cloudless, and the sunlight was exceptionally dazzling.

In a corner of the stands, ordinary spectators whispered to each other, discussing the match just now.

"Very hard to deal with, but isn't that what makes it interesting?"

"Game, Ju Juping of Budongfeng Middle School, 6-0!"

Wearing a white and orange baseball cap, Jia Fei Yu Ci Lang let out a long breath, returning the aura he had been restraining to its normal state; with the shaking of his head, fluffy brown long hair squeezed out from under the cap.

The three matches ended neatly and cleanly, Shimizu Middle School couldn't cause Budongfeng the slightest obstruction; from the moment the referee announced the final score, Budongfeng became the national top eight, matching the best result Budongfeng achieved in the original timeline.

Looking at Ju Juping, who had walked off the court with his brows slightly furrowed, Jiecheng Wu asked.

"Swish, swish..."

It was just that before going on court, he suddenly turned his head to look at a corner in the distance.

"Looks like our calculating 【Killer】 captain has already thought of a countermeasure."

Therefore, he could distinguish this unique gaze from the many gazes; it was just that after several probes, he couldn't discover where the gaze was coming from.

"To be able to sense us from so far away, Ju Juping is indeed an incredible guy..."

Seeing Mu Shou in this state, Jia Fei Yu Ci Lang's eyes flickered slightly.

Under such hot weather, the spectators around the arena were exceptionally excited and enthusiastic.

Because today had already reached the third round of the National Competition, the top eight tournament.

And the arena they were in was about to stage a big showdown between the runner-up schools of the Kanto and Kansai regions of the same year; how could they not feel excited and thrilled by such a match with so much to see!

Both teams entered.

"The sun is so big, it's so hot..."

Shenwei Ming covered his forehead with his hand, complaining in a low voice; the temperature today was truly high enough to be somewhat unbearable.

"Hot weather will accelerate sweat discharge.

During the match, everyone must pay attention to their own physical strength distribution, and at the same time, make good use of the rest intervals when changing sides to replenish water."

Slightly sizing up the tennis court, Jiecheng Wu reminded everyone; competing in such an open-air venue, the outside weather often caused great influence on the players, so they couldn't lower their guard.

"Yes!"

"Is everyone ready?"

On the other side, Mu Shou Yong Si Lang scanned the Bijia Guo Zhong crowd.

Jia Fei Yu Ci Lang wearing a baseball cap with hands in his pockets; Ping Gu Chang Lin with a white and purple jacket and handsome, flowing blonde hair; Tian Ren Zhi Hui, who was robust like a small mountain, chewing a banana; Zhi Nian Kuan, who was tall, long, and thin, with a tuft of white hair on his forehead...

Either relaxed, or casual, or thick-skinned, or calm...

At this moment, their moods might be different, but there was one point that was the same, and that was that not a single one of them would have the thought of retreating.

"Good, let's go!"

Seeing this, Mu Shou Yong Si Lang's eyes flashed sharply, throwing the white and purple jacket behind him casually; the remaining purple sleeveless uniform couldn't hide the perfect body that had undergone thousands of hammerings, and the robust muscle lines on his arms were all exposed.

Subsequently.

Under his leadership, the Bijia Guo Zhong team marched toward the court with imposing momentum.

This was the first time their Bijia Guo Zhong had rushed out of Kyushu and entered the nationals; everyone was suppressing the urge to try in their hearts, while at the same time, confident light flickered in their eyes.

"Next, the National Competition top eight tournament is about to begin, Tokyo's Budongfeng Middle School versus Kyushu's Bijia Guo Zhong!!"

"Please have both players enter!"

The referee's voice came from the broadcast, the black and purple teams intersected in front of the net, and the players from both sides lined up.

"Very capable momentum."

Jiecheng Wu scanned the entire Bijia Guo Zhong team; as expected of tennis players who had learned Okinawan martial arts since childhood, a special charm was integrated into their movements and footsteps, and one could clearly see the parts that were different from ordinary people.

"Please take care of me."

"Please take care of me."

While Jiecheng Wu was sizing up the Bijia crowd, Mu Shou Yong Si Lang was also secretly watching Ju Juping; due to the existence of the Kyushu duo, Bijia Guo Zhong was blocked by Shishile at the Kyushu Tournament last year.

This grudge... let's settle it in today's match!

"Now starting the first match of Tokyo Budongfeng versus Kyushu Bijia Guo Zhong—

Singles No. 3 match."

"Yiwu Shen Si versus Zhihuo Zhi Mi!"

"An unfamiliar name!"

Hearing the name of the player sent by Bijia Guo Zhong, Jiecheng Wu's eyebrows twitched slightly; the opponent didn't send Jia Fei Yu Ci Lang or Ping Gu Chang Lin to deal with Shen Si.

And he had very little memory of the information about this Zhihuo Zhi Mi; it was highly probable that he wasn't any kind of tough character.

"Mu Shou of Bijia Guo Zhong, what kind of abacus are you playing?"

"One set decides the winner, Zhihuo Zhi Mi serves first!"

The referee's voice fell, and cheers from the cheering squads of both sides immediately came from the sidelines.

"Budongfeng, Budongfeng!!"

"Bijia Guo Zhong, Bijia Guo Zhong!!"

"It's been a long time since I played a match, I'm a bit too nervous to hold the tennis ball steady..."

Zhihuo Zhi Mi touched his monk-like head, a simple and honest smile appearing on his face, but the next second, a trace of coldness flashed across his simple and honest face.

Swish!

Just a moment ago he was still chatting and mocking himself, and in the blink of an eye, the tennis ball was thrown into the air.

"Watch me show my power!"

Boom!

The racket slammed down fiercely, the tennis ball pulling a cold light on the court like an arrow leaving the string; the tricky and sharp ball trajectory was completely different from his simple and honest appearance.

"A self-righteous surprise attack, truly a funny and interesting naivety..."

Not influenced by the opponent's little tricks from the beginning, his footsteps staggered, Yiwu Shen Si turned sideways and swung his racket.

Boom!

A backhand strike, pulling the tennis ball diagonally into a long line aimed at Zhihuo Zhi Mi's backhand baseline corner.

"Good shot, such a long distance, it's already too late to react now!"

Shenwei Ming controlled the distance between the opponent and the tennis ball, making reasonable deductions according to the speed of most players.

"Sorry about that—"

Ping Gu Chang Lin curled his lips lightly, his gaze sweeping over Zhihuo Zhi Mi's movements.

"For Zhihuo, this ball is no simpler than that."

"Ha..."

Before the tennis ball landed, Zhihuo Zhi Mi opened his mouth and took a deep breath, then his lips closed tightly, his nose arched, and his muscles tightened accordingly.

Swish!

A short-inch monk-headed monk wearing a purple sleeveless uniform crossed his footsteps rapidly, instantly pulling a purple stream of light on the baseline.

Boom!

His arm drew an arc in the air, his racket swung down, the tennis ball cut diagonally across the midfield line and flew toward Yiwu Shen Si's other baseline corner; the sharp trajectory of the tennis ball looked very much like a karate cut in Tang Shou.

Boom!

Boom!

For a time, fierce hitting sounds echoed on the court, Yiwu Shen Si and Zhihuo Zhi Mi launched a baseline rally aimed at each other's diagonals.

"Too stupid, actually choosing to start a baseline rally tug-of-war with Zhihuo!"

Stuffing the peeled banana into his mouth, Tian Ren Zhi Hui chewed while mocking in a mocking tone.

Although Zhihuo Zhi Mi hadn't learned Bijia Guo Zhong's unique skill, the Shrinking Ground Method, his instantaneous explosive power wasn't just for show, coupled with that persistent physical strength after special training.

He was a tireless running powerhouse on the court!

Conquering every opponent under his feet...

Boom!

Taking one more step to the right, the moment the tennis ball touched the racket face, Yiwu Shen Si pressed the racket head down by three centimeters, and the tennis ball immediately flew toward the opposite court, drawing a very deep arc.

"Possessing the ability to stop breathing for a long time and using this period to explode with super-high-speed running ability, and

the breathing frequency is also much slower than normal people; it looks like the lung capacity is very strong, and the endurance is estimated to exceed that of ordinary people as well."

"In that case, is he an endurance-type player."

His eyes flickered slightly; through the rally just now, Yiwu Shen Si had already figured out the opponent's characteristics clearly.

Looking up at the hot sun, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"If you like to run, then run."

Boom!

"Point to Zhihuo Zhi Mi of Bijia Guo Zhong, 15-0!"

Boom! Boom!

"Point to Zhihuo Zhi Mi of Bijia Guo Zhong, 30-0!"

Boom! Boom!

"Game, Zhihuo Zhi Mi of Bijia Guo Zhong, 1-0!"

"Change sides~"

"What's going on? Shen Si didn't even get a single point, this isn't his usual self."

Neicun Jingjie frowned, looking at the match on the court with a puzzled expression.

From the first ball, Shen Si had been losing points; although the opponent's strength was pretty good, there was clearly a huge gap compared to Shen Si.