Chapter 37

Whew~

At the net, Shenwei Ming's figure starts quickly, his movements are fast and powerful, and a slight swing of the racket in his hand attacks the tennis ball into the opponent's dead angle.

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng, score 2-0!"

Budongfeng takes two games in a row; both Shitian Tie's fierce power and Shenwei Ming's fast speed make Qingxue feel a sinking heart.

And at this moment, the only one who can stand out is Bu Er Zhou Zhu.

Bang!

Xitian Yizhi jumps to serve.

The tennis ball falls into the court and bounces, Shitian Tie moves steadily to the corner of the right baseline.

Bang!

The racket strings catch the flying tennis ball, the racket pulls up, rubbing the ball quickly and powerfully from bottom to top, and the tennis ball is drawn out like a cannonball.

The fast yellow ball shadow presses precisely not far in front of the baseline, and the bounce is fierce and rushing.

"What amazing ball control!"

Kawamura Takashi outside the court can't help but exclaim; his shortcoming is that he can't control his power well and often hits the ball out.

The seniors laugh at him because of this: "With such great strength, why not go play baseball, you can definitely hit a home run."

Tap, tap!

Xitian Yizhi is just about to rush to catch the ball when Bu Er's figure suddenly attacks from his side.

Bump!

Bu Er bends his wrist back slightly, changes the angle of the racket, and the racket face faces upward slightly to flick the ball away.

"Good opportunity."

Looking at the high ball in front of him, a flash of light appears in Shenwei Ming's eyes, he jumps up quickly, runs fast to the front court, kicks his right foot, and leaps into the air.

Bang!

The racket slams down violently, a powerful aerial high-pressure smash!

The tennis ball shoots toward the ground, with fierce momentum.

But all this is in Bu Er's calculations; only to see cold light slightly revealed in his eyes, he turns quickly, and with his knees slightly bent, the racket in his right hand cuts across quickly.

Sizzle—

The racket whistles through the air, a breeze rises out of thin air, and this fierce smash is steadily intercepted by him.

The next instant, a white stream of light flies high over the net and lands precisely at the baseline position.

Brown Bear Drop!

Its name rings in Jiecheng Wu's heart; no matter how many times you watch such a move, you will still feel admiration.

Using centrifugal force from rotation to instantly offset the impact of the smash, many people can do this.

But to be able to perfectly grasp the balance of these two forces and send the tennis ball precisely to the position you want.

That requires extremely high ball sense to complete, and this belongs to the realm of geniuses.

Looking at Bu Er on the court, Yiwu Shen Si's indifferent expression shows a trace of fluctuation.

This guy looks gentle on the surface, but at the moment he made the move just now, Yiwu Shen Si truly felt a biting aura.

Suddenly, a fiery heat faintly permeates his deep eyes.

If there is a chance, he wants to have a match with Bu Er Zhou Zhu.

"Qingxue scores, 15-0!"

Bang!

Bang!

Next, Bu Er takes the initiative to launch an offensive, and Shenwei Ming is not to be outdone, meeting him head-on for a direct confrontation.

Facing Bu Er's attack, Shenwei Ming keeps running, hitting one fast return after another.

But they are all blocked by Bu Er, and he is unable to make an effective counterattack.

Bang!

"Qingxue scores, 40-0!"

Bang!

"Game, Youth Academy, score 2-2."

Bang!

Whew, whew, whew...

The racket in Bu Er's hand cuts diagonally downward, a yellow stream of light flashes, like a swallow returning to its nest, and the tennis ball attacks close to the ground.

"What, the tennis ball didn't bounce up!?"

Shenwei Ming stands stunned on the spot with his racket raised, his eyes staring straight at the tennis ball drawing a golden line on the ground.

"Triple Return: Swallow Return."

The breeze blows the hair on his forehead, as if answering Shenwei Ming's question, Bu Er says in a low voice.

"Game, Youth Academy, score 3-2."

"Please change sides."

"Shenwei." Walking across the net, Shitian Tie calls out in a deep voice.

Through the contest just now, he has already seen the strength gap between the two sides; letting Shenwei continue to face Bu Er head-on will only make the score gap continue to widen.

"I know." Shenwei Ming nods unwillingly.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, in terms of singles, he is indeed inferior to Bu Er Zhou Zhu.

"But now it's doubles."

The match continues.

A breeze blows across the court, and fine dust slowly rises on the ground.

Bu Er's expression is slightly heavy; the momentum of the two from Budongfeng has changed.

Bang!

A beautiful topspin serve, the arc trajectory from top to bottom passes over the net, and after landing, it bounces high to Shenwei Ming's left shoulder.

Tap, tap...

Looking at the serve with such strong rotation, Shenwei Ming can only step back slightly to leave the position to catch the ball, shouting inwardly.

"You are really amazing!"

Bearing this compelling pressure from Bu Er Zhou Zhu, a flash of light appears in Shenwei Ming's eyes, and he locks his gaze on Xitian Yizhi on the opposite side.

"Pity, your flaws are too obvious."

Bang!

Avoiding Bu Er's area, the tennis ball passes over the net sharply.

"Drink, watch me."

As the score gradually pulls back, Xitian Yizhi almost forgets the amazing ball Shitian Tie had at the beginning.

So when he sees a ball attacking from the front, the racket in his hand hits it directly, returning the tennis ball over the net.

"It's a flaw!"

Bang!

Shitian Tie is at the net, he shouts in a deep voice, the racket presses down, and the tennis ball passes through Xitian Yizhi's crotch.

"0-15!"

Bad...

After this ball ends, Bu Er has already understood the opponent's plan; this is to completely avoid himself and attack Xitian Senior with all his strength.

The following match confirms his guess.

Bang!

The fierce tennis ball draws a stream of light and explodes beside Xitian Yizhi's feet.

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School, 3-3 tie."

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School, 4-3."

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School, 5-3."

Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie launch a storm-like offensive, all focusing fire on Xitian Yizhi.

"No way, now I can only take the initiative to create opportunities."

The current situation is completely controlled by the opposite side, but Bu Er still maintains calmness.

To make a countermeasure, the two must cooperate tacitly, so he says in a condensed voice:

"Nishida Senior, I will go to support you, you only need to hit the ball close to the baseline, and leave the rest to..."

"Shut up!"

A sudden roar makes Bu Er stunned, and he turns his head to look.

"Damn brat, actually dare to look down on me!

I will crush you!"

Until the match was nearing the end, Nishida Masashi finally reacted; it turned out that he had become a flaw in the eyes of the opponent.

In an instant, a strong sense of humiliation rushed to his forehead; he immediately lost rational judgment, his eyes red.

"Nishida Senior, calm down." Fuji feels something bad and reminds him from behind.

But Nishida Masashi can no longer listen to any words.

Bu Er's heart is full of helplessness; competing in such a state, they have no chance at all.

Bang!

"End it for me!"

Under Kamio Akira's confident roar, the tennis ball falls again from Nishida Masashi's side with a boom.

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School, score 6-3."

"Match over, Budongfeng Middle School wins, total score 1-0."

As the referee's voice rings out, the result of the Doubles No. 2 match is settled.

Before leaving the court, Shenwei Ming glances silently in Bu Er's direction.

"It's not that you are not strong enough, but that one person cannot support the weight of doubles after all."

Shaking his head, he walks back to the Budongfeng players' bench; while walking, he vaguely sees a slight bulge in the black pants at the ankle.

(End of this chapter)