Chapter 175

Hoo...

Seizing the gap in the return, Zhihuo Zhi Mi exhaled the waste gas from his lungs and quickly inhaled fresh air.

Every time he held his breath and exploded, he needed a period of adjustment, otherwise, his muscles would accumulate too much lactic acid due to high-intensity explosions.

However, Yiwu Shen Si didn't intend to give him any time to adjust and rest.

Boom!

A crisp sound, a cold arc flew over the net at a large angle, diagonally deep into Zhihuo Zhi Mi's backhand baseline corner.

Hiss...

Seeing the tennis ball attacking, even without fully adjusting, Zhihuo Zhi Mi still took a deep breath and held it.

Then.

Only to see his face turn slightly red, his tiger-toe part stomped heavily on the ground, his whole body's muscles instantly exploded with powerful force, and the monk-headed monk leaned forward and ran rapidly.

Almost at the same time.

When he arrived at the landing spot, the tennis ball had just landed.

Skr, skr...

The tennis ball on the ground produced violent vibrations, and after a shake, it shot out with a whoosh.

Tian Ren Zhi Hui looked at the situation off the court, not even eating his banana anymore, the fat on his face shaking, his eyes full of surprise.

Actually, everyone in Bijia Guo Zhong just regarded Zhihuo Zhi Mi as a low-class horse, an abandoned piece used to exchange for Yiwu Shen Si, a national-level singles player.

Ping Gu Chang Lin laughed disdainfully: "Take a good look at the abnormal amount of sweat on Zhihuo's body."

"Idiot!"

So he was slightly stunned, looking at the crowd with confusion: "Did I say something wrong?"

This wasn't anything to cover up; even Zhihuo knew his role very well, and all of this was for the victory of the whole team.

Boom!

"Point to Zhihuo Zhi Mi of Bijia Guo Zhong, 40-30!"

He looked at the rally on the court in disbelief.

Boom!

"Game, Zhihuo Zhi Mi of Bijia Guo Zhong, 2-0!"

Boom!

"Point to Yiwu Shen Si of Budongfeng Middle School, 40-40!"

Including him.

Boom!

In order to return this ball in a suitable position, he could only bend his knees slightly, press the racket close to the ground, and scoop it backhand; the tennis ball flew to the corner behind Yiwu Shen Si's diagonal.

It's just that...

"Could Zhihuo really win this match?!"

"Point to Zhihuo Zhi Mi of Bijia Guo Zhong, 30-15!"

Although the points weren't taken that easily, in the stalemate tug-of-war, Zhihuo Zhi Mi was indeed steadily taking games, occupying an absolute advantage in this match.

Bijia Guo Zhong had to use their energy in suitable places to plot for overall victory.

"Hee hee, looks like this guy isn't anything special either, Mu Shou, you were really making a mountain out of a molehill!"

And Zhihuo Zhi Mi's face changed slightly, hurriedly taking two more steps forward; clearly it was a large-angle topspin ball, yet the height of the bounce after touching the ground was so low.

Tian Ren Zhi Hui immediately showed a proud look, but after a long time, no one echoed him.

Boom!

"Point to Yiwu Shen Si of Budongfeng Middle School, 30-30!"

Hearing the referee announce the score, the surprise on Tian Ren Zhi Hui's face grew stronger.

"Hmm?"

Hearing Ping Gu Chang's reminder, Tian Ren Zhi Hui cast his gaze back onto Zhihuo Zhi Mi.

Huff, huff...

Zhihuo Zhi Mi breathed rapidly, his face flushed red; just stopped, the tennis ball flew toward the other baseline corner again, without any pause, supporting himself to run back and forth on the baseline.

And sweat the size of beans fell from mid-air.

"This is...!"

Suddenly, Tian Ren Zhi Hui's pupils shrank.

In front of the white boundary line in the backcourt, there was clearly a long black dashed line, the two forming a pair of neat parallel lines.

Under the baking of the hot sun, this black dashed line soon disappeared.

But not long after.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter...

Drops of sweat slid down Zhihuo Zhi Mi's clothes, dripping onto the ground to form circular spots; as he kept running back and forth, a new black dashed line appeared again.

"Zhihuo, this guy..."

Seeing this, Tian Ren Zhi Hui reacted quickly.

Where was there any possibility of Zhihuo winning?

This match had been under the control of that guy from Budongfeng from the very beginning, and the reason Zhihuo could get points was simply that the opponent was using him as bait to consume Zhihuo's physical strength.

Tian Ren Zhi Hui felt a wave of annoyance; actually, he should have noticed this point long ago, but Bijia Guo Zhong's uniforms were dark-colored, so even if they were soaked with sweat, it wasn't easy to notice.

At this time.

Ping Gu Chang Lin took his hands out of his pockets, bent down to take his racket out of his bag, and knocked on Tian Ren Zhi Hui's back: "Fat pig, go warm up!"

Hearing the opponent's address, Tian Ren Zhi Hui's anger surged, and he pushed the racket away with force.

Due to the previous misjudgment of the match, a fierce light of shame and anger rolled in his eyes, and he stretched out his large hand angrily, his thick and wide fingers stopping on Ping Gu Chang Lin's head.

Squeezing in the void, his knuckles clicked:

"Ping Gu Chang, if you call me a fat pig again, I will absolutely crush your... head."

Regarding Tian Ren Zhi Hui's threat, Ping Gu Chang Lin was dismissive, curling his lips and smiling.

"Heh, you can try, you stupid fat pig~"

Seeing the two people sent for Doubles No. 2 clashing before going on court, full of gunpowder, Mu Shou Yong Si Lang narrowed his eyes, becoming very cold, and a chilling aura like a killer permeated the air.

"Ping Gu Chang..."

His gaze swept past Tian Ren Zhi Hui and finally stopped on the blonde Ping Gu Chang Lin, his gaze becoming increasingly cold.

"If you are so unrestrained in your speech again, you don't need to go on court."

Under his gaze, even someone as casual as Ping Gu Chang Lin finally settled down.

"Alright, alright, I won't say it~"

Seeing his old rival get deflated, Tian Ren Zhi Hui's mung bean-sized eyes flashed quietly, and a mocking laugh appeared on his face.

After Mu Shou Yong Si Lang's suppression, the two finally went to warm up honestly.

And at this moment, changes finally appeared on the court.

Boom!

A yellow light attacked rapidly in the air; under Yiwu Shen Si's control, the tennis ball hit the two corners of the baseline repeatedly at almost the same speed every time.

And this time.

Zhihuo Zhi Mi, who should have appeared at the right baseline corner, was currently swaying and rushing over from midfield, his speed so slow it was like an eighty-year-old grandfather stumbling along.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Like a bellows with a hole in it, Zhihuo Zhi Mi breathed desperately, wanting to inhale fresh air, but every expansion of his chest brought an incomparably burning stinging sensation.

He used both hands and feet, struggling to rush to the right side, but could only watch helplessly as a yellow light flashed past in front of him.

Swish~

Accompanied by the sound of the tennis ball hitting the wire fence, Zhihuo Zhi Mi finally rolled his eyes and collapsed onto the ground limply.

"I can't do it anymore..."

Before fainting, a huge sun entered his eyes, then a few white clouds drifted over, bringing him a little shade.

"Zhihuo!"

Off the court, the members of Bijia Guo Zhong shouted anxiously, but couldn't wake him up.

Finally, this Singles No. 3 match ended with Zhihuo Zhi Mi of Bijia Guo Zhong being exhausted and unable to continue the match.

"He was teased fiercely by that guy~"

After carefully settling Zhihuo Zhi Mi, Jia Fei Yu Ci Lang looked deeply at Yiwu Shen Si, who was walking off the court, and thought to himself.

Constantly hitting those deep and low ball paths, making Zhihuo have to bend his knees every time he received the ball.

And such a posture invisibly increased his physical exertion.

Otherwise, how could Zhihuo, who had been practicing martial arts on the scorching hot island of Okinawa for years, be unable to continue the match due to exhaustion?

"However...

although it was a bit miserable, Zhihuo's mission was completed after all; as long as he could exchange for Yiwu Shen Si, a national-level player, it was enough."

"Good job."

Looking at Shen Si returning to the team, Jiecheng Wu handed him a towel, his eyes revealing a satisfied look.

Even in the National Competition, Shen Si didn't blindly pursue victory, but focused on the improvement of his own strength.

Even if it was an opponent far inferior to himself, he could still draw nutrients from the other side, making himself adapt to various types of play styles bit by bit and make targeted responses.

Such quality made Jiecheng Wu very appreciative.

"Bijia Guo Zhong's Singles No. 3 should just be a smoke bomb."

Taking the towel and wiping his somewhat damp hair, Yiwu Shen Si analyzed calmly.

Then, he looked up at Jiecheng Wu with some hesitation: "In the upcoming Doubles No. 2 match, they are very likely to go all out, Senior, you..."

"Don't worry."

Jiecheng Wu smiled and shook his head, patting Yiwu Shen Si on the shoulder lightly.

Soon, the Doubles No. 2 match officially began.

"Next, Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie of Tokyo Budongfeng Middle School versus Ping Gu Chang Lin and Tian Ren Zhi Hui of Kyushu Bijia Guo Zhong."

And on the other side.

Bing Di's top eight match today had a failed start.

"Game, Chi Yu Xiao Xing of Muzhiteng Middle School, 7-6!"

"Match over, Chi Yu Xiao Xing wins, score 1-0!"

Qiansui helped Ren Zu You Shi sit down.

"Heh, the strength of the previous national hegemon really shouldn't be underestimated..."

Looking at Ren Zu's legs that couldn't stop trembling, Ji Bu's expression became a bit more solemn, his cold gaze sweeping over Muzhiteng Middle School, taking in several figures whose momentum was out of place with the surroundings.

Those were the third-year members of Muzhiteng.

"Unfortunately, the era has changed, let Bing Di sweep you into the ruins of history."