Chapter 65: Victory in Doubles 2

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School, Ibu Shinji and Mori Tatsunori, 1-0."

"Change sides."

After Ibu Shinji displayed a 'Spot' that exceeded the intelligence reports, Budongfeng took the initiative in the match.

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School, Ibu Shinji and Mori Tatsunori, 2-0."

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School, Ibu Shinji and Mori Tatsunori, 3-0."

Mori Tatsunori's tennis style is highly adaptable; although it was their first time partnering, with his coordination, Ibu Shinji's offense was extremely fierce.

Compared to them, Kawamura Takashi appeared too green.

Thus, the two seized this breakthrough point to attack continuously, taking three games in one breath.

"Serving for Youth Academy, Inui Sadaharu."

Pat. Pat. Pat.

Inui Sadaharu stepped to the side, placed his right foot back, and leaned down to pat the tennis ball.

He had originally intended to use Kawamura's power to break through Neicun Jingjie's net blockade.

But when the opponents became the combination of Ibu Shinji and Mori Tatsunori, Kawamura Takashi, lacking match experience, became the biggest flaw; his plan had misfired.

Especially Ibu Shinji, who made the data he had collected previously full of holes in an instant.

Inui Sadaharu felt as if he were facing Bu Er.

But no matter what, he would not give up so easily!

A gleam flashed across his lenses.

Swish!

The tennis ball was tossed high into the air.

"Let my serve open up the situation of the match!"

Inui Sadaharu leaped up and shouted loudly, his tall frame blocking the sunlight shining down at an angle; he was going to abandon his 'Data Tennis' style.

Boom!

With a roar, a yellow beam of light sped into the opposite half-court.

The tennis ball, carrying super-strong force, whipped up a gust of wind by Ibu Shinji's ear, causing the dark blue hair on his forehead to tremble.

"15-0!"

Looking at the tennis ball rolling on the ground, Ibu Shinji's pupils constricted.

"Such fast speed!"

A faint light flashed in Jiecheng Wu's eyes.

Whenever he encountered a decent move, he would always analyze it in his heart.

But the technical content of this serve was not as high as imagined; it was merely a high-speed serve hit by Inui Sadaharu relying on his own tall stature.

Its speed exceeded 180 kilometers per hour.

If he could incorporate some technique into it, it wouldn't be difficult to break 190 kilometers per hour, after all, his height was there.

Pity.

Shinji wouldn't give him the chance.

Boom!

The high-speed tennis ball shot out from Mori Tatsunori's side.

"30-0!"

The next ball was Ibu Shinji's turn to receive.

Calming the emotions in his heart, Inui Sadaharu steadily threw the tennis ball into the air, his body jumped up, and his racket pressed down heavily in mid-air.

Boom!

The racket roared, and the tennis ball whistled as it tore through the air.

Opening his calm eyes, Ibu Shinji accurately captured the yellow ball shadow, his center of gravity lowered and then rose, his body started rapidly, his feet moved in a cross-step, and he instantly appeared on the tennis ball's trajectory.

The pale blue racket whipped out sharply.

Boom!

Fast speed, accurate angle, fierce power.

Before Inui Sadaharu had even landed, a crisp sound rang out by his side, and a yellow streak of light flew out from beside his feet.

"30-15!"

As the referee's voice fell, Inui Sadaharu was shocked; Ibu Shinji's performance had once again exceeded his expectations.

However, he quickly steadied his mind; even if Ibu Shinji could return his high-speed serve, it was useless if Mori Tatsunori couldn't.

Boom!

The tennis ball flew out from beside Mori Tatsunori again.

"40-15!"

Boom!

Ibu Shinji returned the ball, the landing point still controlled at the feet where Inui Sadaharu couldn't react in time.

Boom!

"40-30!"

But the last ball fell to Mori Tatsunori, and he was currently unable to return a serve of this speed.

Boom!

"Game, Youth Academy, Inui Sadaharu and Kawamura Takashi, 3-1!"

A few drops of sweat flowed down Inui Sadaharu's forehead; hitting so many high-speed serves in a row was no small burden for him.

But he had finally taken a game, only, what came next...

Boom!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School, Ibu Shinji and Mori Tatsunori, 4-1!"

Jiecheng Wu nodded slightly; he had deliberately arranged this lineup, calculating that Neicun Jingjie and Mori Tatsunori would be targeted by Qingxue.

And Inui Sadaharu currently lacked the ability to collect data in a short time; relying solely on a high-speed serve could not play a decisive role.

The match developed as he had expected.

"Damn it! Inui and Kawamura are being played in the palm of their hands; is there really no way?!"

The two struggled desperately, but were quickly submerged in Budongfeng's tidal offensive, with no power to fight back.

The members of Qingxue watched anxiously, wanting to help but having no way to do so, and could only pray silently in their hearts.

But if prayers were useful, there wouldn't be so much helplessness in this world.

Soon.

Seven minutes later, the match reached Budongfeng's match point.

"Last ball!"

"One more ball!"

The Budongfeng cheer squad shouted rhythmically; as long as they won one more ball, Budongfeng would successfully secure the opening victory!

And Ibu Shinji did not let them down, his racket whistling as he swung.

Boom!

The tennis ball carried a fierce sidespin, landing just inside the left boundary, and then, as if light were shining into water, the tennis ball bent and bounced out.

"I won't let you pass!"

Kawamura Takashi gritted his teeth, dashed out violently, his eyes wide open, stretching his racket as far as he could.

"Must catch it, must catch it..."

Kikumaru and Oishi both clenched their fists, incomparably nervous.

Pat!

A crisp sound.

Under Kawamura Takashi's insistence of never giving up, this strangely bouncing tennis ball was finally successfully intercepted.

He growled and returned the tennis ball diagonally.

Only.

Ibu Shinji had already calculated everything; the moment the tennis ball flew out, he had already set his stance at the net, steadily waiting for the ball's arrival.

Boom!

In the silence, an explosion sounded.

A sharp yellow beam of light passed between Inui Sadaharu and Kawamura Takashi, the yellow streak of light reflected in their pupils.

It's over.

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School, Ibu Shinji and Mori Tatsunori, 6-1!"

"Budongfeng wins, total score 1-0!"

As the referee's voice fell, the result of the first match of the finals was out.

The Budongfeng cheer squad stood up and cheered in unison; Ibu Shinji and Mori Tatsunori had won this match heartily, it was truly beautiful!

A few minutes later.

"Next, it's our turn."

Shenwei Ming took off his headphones, from which passionate and rhythmic music immediately poured out; he stood up lightly and directly removed the weights from his body.

Senior Jiecheng had said it, this match must be won!

"Let's go, Shitian!"

Shenwei Ming rotated his arms lightly, getting used to his now light body, then picked up his silver-white racket, his eyes exceptionally bright.

"Mm!"

Shitian Tie replied in a deep voice; although there were no words, his meaning was self-evident.

And on the Qingxue side, Kikumaru and Oishi also stepped onto the court with burning eyes and high fighting spirit.

The Doubles 1 match begins!

Thanks to Caesar Wang Alexander for the 200 coin tip!

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