Chapter 55

After lifting the weight restrictions, Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie had no more scruples and launched a rain-like attack.

Although the Potato Army resisted stubbornly, it was a pity that even Guan Dong-level players would feel a headache when meeting them; they must start from other aspects to defeat Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie.

Facing higher-level speed and power, Nan and Dongfang ultimately failed to find a solution.

Seven minutes later.

Shan Chui's defensive line was completely torn apart, and Shenwei Ming swung the final blow to end the match.

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Shenwei Ming, Shitian Tie, 7-5!"

"Match over, Budongfeng Middle School wins, total score 1:1, tie."

"Thanks for the advice."

Nan Kentaro and Dongfang Yamei looked at the two from Fudomine with complex expressions; they lost thoroughly.

"Thanks for the advice."

Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie reached out and said calmly; they didn't look down on their opponents just because they won the match.

Being able to win this match relied on their singles strength; if it were about doubles level, the two of them tied together couldn't beat one of the opposite side.

"A-Gan, the Singles No. 3 match is about to start, is it really okay for us to come here?" He Cun Long scratched his head hesitantly and asked in a low voice.

"The two singles matches will be played by Bu Er and Tezuka; the two of them will not lose."

The lenses on Gan Zhen Zhi's nose reflected the sunlight, his tone was serious and calm, and then he focused his gaze on the tennis court.

Oishi and Kikumaru had already won, so he had no more doubts.

Although he really wanted to collect data on Bu Er and Tezuka, in order for Qingxue to successfully win the championship, he must collect Budongfeng's current data.

"Next, the Singles No. 3 match is about to begin."

"Budongfeng Middle School's Jiecheng Wu versus Shan Chui Zhongxue's Qianshi Qingchun, please both players take the court."

The broadcast sounded; after a short rest of a few minutes, the singles match, which was very important to both sides, was about to start.

"Hmm?"

Jiecheng Wu got up from the coach's bench to prepare to take the court, but two figures outside the court attracted his attention.

Gan Zhen Zhi and He Cun Long, are they here to investigate Budongfeng's intelligence...

"Good luck, actually meeting Budongfeng's captain in Singles No. 3."

After warming up, Qianshi Qingchun was full of energy; the strength shown by Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie in the previous match made him change his view of Budongfeng greatly.

Now he can be said to be full of fighting spirit!

In front of the net.

"Please give me your advice!"

"Please give me your advice."

Qianshi was high-spirited, Jiecheng Wu was as steady as Mount Tai; after the two shook hands politely, the match officially began.

"Match begins, Budongfeng Middle School's Jiecheng Wu serves."

Whoosh~

Breathing out a long breath, holding his breath and concentrating, letting his heart calm down, Qianshi Qingchun stared at Jiecheng Wu on the opposite side of the court without blinking.

Let me see what you are capable of?

I saw Jiecheng Wu throw the ball and draw the racket!

Bang!

The movement was simple, and the tennis ball instantly turned into a blue electric light that flashed past Qianshi Qingchun's feet.

"15-0!"

"What an amazing speed!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd outside the court; such a fast serve, they couldn't even see the shadow.

And Qianshi Qingchun's eyes also carried some shock; just now he seemed to see a series of ball shadows pulled into a blue electric arc.

Being able to become the captain of Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie, this guy's strength is really not for fun.

"You are indeed very powerful."

Qianshi walked to the other receiving area, but he was still full of confidence, his tone was relaxed, and he blinked and smiled.

"The morning fortune-telling on TV said that Sagittarius boys have super good luck today, so I won't lose."

"It appeared, Lucky Qianshi!" Lechuan Jinzhiluo exclaimed on the player bench; although it seemed a bit superstitious, Qianshi's luck was always surprisingly good.

"Oh? You also like watching morning fortune-telling." Hearing this, Jiecheng Wu, standing at the baseline, raised his eyes slightly, and he smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Then did you prepare today's lucky charm?"

"What?" Qianshi Qingchun was stunned.

"Here it comes!"

Jiecheng Wu stopped talking, threw the tennis ball, and pressed his racket down.

Bang!

Blue electric light flashed and jumped on the tennis court.

Qianshi Qingchun held his breath and concentrated, his attention was exceptionally concentrated, his gaze condensed, relying on his excellent dynamic vision to capture the trajectory of the tennis ball.

"I saw it!"

In the blue electric arc, a pale yellow shadow suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

He stepped forward with his right foot, his body met it, and the racket swung fiercely.

But.

Swish!

Swung empty.

"Budongfeng Middle School leads, score 30-0!"

"Can see it, but can't hit it." Qianshi Qingchun frowned and thought for a moment, then a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

"Just advance the hitting time."

Outside the court.

"Jiecheng Wu..."

Ban Lao put his hands on his knees, his smiling expression gradually faded; unlike the optimistic Qianshi, his expression seemed a bit heavy.

As a senior coach who has worked in the middle school tennis world for many years, he has eyesight that ordinary people don't have, and can often see through the characteristics of players in a short time.

The speed of these two serves just now was indeed amazing, the speed had exceeded 190 kilometers per hour; even if placed in the Guan Dong competition, it was definitely a first-class serve.

But he could see that this was just the tip of the iceberg of Jiecheng Wu's strength.

And as for what Jiecheng Wu's true strength was, Ban Lao couldn't see through it either; he only felt that he stood there, as deep as a quiet pool, bottomless.

Two more explosions came from the court.

Bang!

"40-0!"

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Jiecheng Wu, 1-0!"

"Switch sides~"

Next door, the Singles No. 3 match was also about to begin.

"Youth Academy's Bu Er Zhou Zhu versus Ice Emperor Academy's Ren Zu You Shi."

"Please both players come forward."

Standing up nimbly, Ren Zu You Shi looked far toward Qingxue's player bench; Bu Er's slender body was walking toward the court.

Afterward, Ren Zu picked up his racket coldly, unable to see what he was thinking.

"The opponent is Qingxue's Bu Er Zhou Zhu; it seems Ren Zu is serious." Atobe squinted his eyes, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"A duel between geniuses, this match is interesting.

Is Qingxue's Bu Er stronger, or is our Ice Emperor's Kansai Wolf better..."

In front of the net.

Ren Zu was expressionless, Bu Er had a smile on his mouth.

The two palms shook, their eyes met, one cold as frost, one cold as wind.

The match hadn't started yet, but their energy had already begun to clash.

And the spectators were already impatient, because these two had long been famous, and this must be an incredibly fierce and wonderful match.

Slap... slap... slap...

The tennis ball bounced and fell gently in Qianshi Qingchun's hand.

Losing a game in a mess at the start, he was not anxious or disappointed, but his fighting spirit became more intense.

"Watch me pay back in kind."

A flash of light in his eyes.

Swish!

Squatting slightly, knees bent, palms pushed upward, the tennis ball was thrown into the air by him.

"Do you need to throw it so high?!"

Shenwei Ming looked up at the sky; the tennis ball had become a small black dot.

"Hehe..."

Qianshi Qingchun curled his mouth, his bent body jumped up suddenly like a spring!

(End of this chapter)