1novels Chapter 411 Appearance
Chapter 411 Appearance
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The narrator of this chapter is Tezuka Kunimitsu.
"Hey, isn't it Phantom returning the ball?" Kikumaru let out a surprise from the sidelines.
"Don't underestimate people!" In the arena, Kebin let out a roar, and swung a crisp lore.
"What a beautiful smash." Buer, who watched the battle, sighed.
"If you don't use phantom to return the ball, can you deal with him?" Beside him, Sanada had a serious face.
"15-30!" Kempin scored again.
"What are you doing, use the phantom to return the ball!" Kikumaru finally couldn't help it, and made a loudspeaker with both hands, yelling loudly.
Why doesn't Kirihara use phantom to return the ball anymore?Do you want to keep this trick? No, others don't understand, how can I not see through the same experience.
On the coach's bench, I calmly observed Kirihara's subtle expressions and movements. What flashed in my mind was the back figure that was hidden behind everyone at the beginning of the game and left silently.
"Smith wins this game, the number of games is 2-1!"
With the referee's announcement, the teammates on the sidelines were a little commotion.
"What's the matter, Kirihara kid?" "Phantom returns the ball to the opponent's burden, maybe it's to avoid abuse?" Qianshi couldn't help but speculate on the reason.
"Now is not the time to hesitate!" Kikumaru glared at the cat's eyes, "If you win this game, the Japanese team will win!" Then he closed his eyes and pouted, "That's right, even if Kirihara lost Well, the game is just a draw!"
"That's what you said," Sanada interrupted suddenly, covering his face with the brim of his hat, "but what you said is not within the scope of that kid's consideration. Right now, all he can think about is how to defeat the opponent in front of him."
Raising his chin, Sanada's eyebrows were sculpted and his face was narrowed, his eyes flickered suddenly, "This is the spirit of our King Lihai!"
Kikumaru was stunned for a moment, "What a terrifying deterrent..."
"Absolutely can't lose!"
On the court, Kikumaru was stunned by Kirihara's voice again. After blinking his eyes to see Kirihara's movements clearly, he turned his head to Sanada, "Returning the ball with both hands! What's going on? Kirihara is returning the ball with both hands?! "
Sanada frowned without answering.
"Returning the ball with both hands can really speed up the ball further." "However, if you don't add spin to the ball, you can't hit the phantom return?" "Maybe just want to relax?"
Amidst the audience's discussion, Kirihara put on a posture as if to break the rumors, "Go, Phantom returns the ball!"
There was a slight pause in his arm as he swung the racket, but the phantom was still perfect.
"40-15!" The referee announced the score.
"Fuji, if it was you," Sanada, who was staring at the field, said, "How would you deal with Akaya's phantom return?"
"If you don't confirm the rebound angle of that kind of spinning ball, you can't hit it randomly." Fuji analyzed, "So, first of all, you must judge the rebound angle, otherwise you will not be able to deal with it."
That is to say, in order to crack this trick, analysis of reaction and skill experience are indispensable, and it is time to measure the ability of Kebin, the American team.
On the field, Kebin, who was standing still, stared at the ball mark on the ground for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his head and gave Kikihara a strange smile, "I've already seen through the angle of the Phantom Ball. Then, go ahead, Phantom Ball!"
"Hey." Putting on a nonchalant look, Kirihara pulled away again.
"Just in time!" Confidently teleporting to the landing point, Kebin was about to swing the racket, but the ball bounced off a normal trajectory, which caught him off guard, "Oh no! Is it a fake move!"
"40-30!"
"40 flat!"
"Damn it, it's another feint!" Kebin was tricked again.
"Okay, Kirihara! Great feint!" Kikumaru cheered.
"His posture is exactly the same, it's hard to judge in an instant, it's not bad!" Shinozu also sighed.
Looks like a feint, is it true?Only I know the truth.Do you want to stop the game immediately, or pretend not to know and let Kirihara finish the game?
The former, I'm afraid Qieyuan himself would find it difficult to accept; the latter, is everyone's expectation...
"The phantom returns the ball! This ball is mine!" On the field, Kebin, who finally got the phantom ball, was about to swing his racket triumphantly.
"This game is the original victory, and the number of games is 2-2!"
"Will the rebounding angle also change?" Kaibin frowned and muttered to himself without paying attention to the referee's score.
"Did you figure it out!" "Kirihara, he's pretty good, he's very skillful!" Kikumaru Sengoku and the others beamed with joy.
skill?No, Kirihara's shoulders were a little stiff at the moment he swung the racket, probably because of a deformed movement.Can he make it to the end of the game?Perhaps, I should still disregard Kirihara's wishes and stop the game immediately?
"Hey?!" "Look!" Suddenly there was a low cry of surprise from the audience.
Looking up, I found the reason for the crowd's commotion—Kirihara, who was about to serve, was holding the racket with his left hand.
"What, you want to hit with your left hand?" Kebin stared straight at Kikihara.
"To deal with you, the left hand is enough~" Kirihara served the ball with a look of disdain.
"What is your kind of ball? Give me enough!" The three corpses jumped violently, and Kebin made a sharp smash, "Is this still a game?"
"0-15!"
Serving again, Kirihara still used his left hand.
"What's the purpose of that slow serve?" Kikumaru, who was watching the match, nodded his chin in confusion, "What's Kirihara's trick?"
"Kirihara..." Staring at Kirihara's movements, Fuji's smile slowly disappeared, "Could it be that..."
"Why do you have to use your left hand? Just like before, return the ball with a phantom!"
Kebin roared angrily, and the score quickly reached "40-0"
"What's going on?" "It's going to be broken if this continues!"
Amidst the doubts in the audience, a girl suddenly yelled loudly from a corner of the stand, "You played in place of Master Longma! We won't let you go if we lose!"
It's those first-year girls, and there are also second- and third-year ones—his support team has gradually grown...
In the arena, with a decisive look, Kirihara finally assumed the phantom ball posture.
"The phantom returns the ball!" Facing the incoming ball, Kebin was not surprised but delighted, and strode forward, "Whether the phantom returns the ball or fakes, this is the way I crack it!"
At the same time he swung out, Kikumaru exclaimed, "Half volley!"
Kempin saw through Phantom's weakness in returning the ball.For a ball that has not bounced, it does not matter the angle of rebound.But only with exceptionally dynamic vision and motor nerves can one think and do this off the beaten path.
This is a boy with amazing tennis talent just like Echizen.
"Smith wins this game, the number of games is 3-2!"
When the referee's voice came, my expression changed.Because Kirihara in the arena suddenly covered his shoulders and fell to his knees in pain.
"Ah!" "Kirihara!" Kikumaru and the others turned pale with shock.
What have I been doing?Knowing what happened when Kirihara hit the tennis pole in the third game, knowing that he had been suffering from shoulder pain.I actually just sat and watched my own tragedy happen to Kirihara again!
What an utterly selfish person—Tezuka Kunimitsu!
"Kirihara-kun, are you alright?" The referee asked Kirihara who got up again.
"Ah, it's okay, it's okay~ It's just that my foot slipped." Picking up the racket, Kirihara walked towards the coach's seat as if nothing had happened, "Hey, I still want to learn from Echizen of your youth, and play with the other hand~ I really want to imitate that It's still a bit difficult, kid~"
Standing up straight, I stared into his eyes, "Kirihara, let me see your shoulder."
"No need~" Kirihara scratched his head with a playful smile, "Why do you even say that, Tezuka, it's really fine~"
Unmoved, I insisted, "Let me see." I said and stretched out my hand.
"It's okay, ah..." Subconsciously backed away from my hand, just such a simple movement deformed Kirihara's face.
"Referee." I stopped looking at Kirihara and turned my head to the referee. My voice was steady and firm, "The player is injured, please give him time for treatment."
"Tezuka!" Kirihara turned pale, "I can still fight! No matter what, I have to play! Let me play! Otherwise, I won't give up!"
"Give up, Kirihara." I frowned, "It's pointless to fight any longer."
"It doesn't make sense?" Kirihara's eyes met mine fearlessly, "You should know best, Tezuka! Even if I sacrifice my own hand, I will fight with Atobe until the last moment!"
I was shocked.
"Even if the shoulders are all crippled, let me fight to the end!" He was full of stubbornness.
Facing Kirihara like this, I was speechless.
"Stop talking, Akaya!" The majestic voice from behind made Kirihara stunned.
I turned my head to look, "Sanada."
"What would happen to the national competition without you?" Sanada said with a blank expression, "Besides, Tezuka should know better than anyone the pain of not being able to play in the competition!"
"When the companions around me are fighting, I can only watch from the sidelines! It is because he understands this pain that he will stop you! Chiya, for the sake of the future, letting go now is also a kind of courage."
Gritting his teeth and listening to Sanada's lesson, Kirihara finally bowed his head unwillingly.
"It took a long time." "Really, whether you want to stop or continue the game, hurry up!"
Amidst the growing dissatisfaction of the audience, after a long wait, the radio finally echoed in the wide tennis court, "Now announce the result of the negotiation: the game will continue."
"Great, hurry up!" The audience cheered.
"However, Akaya Kirihara of the Kanto Youth Selection Team was unable to continue the game due to a right shoulder injury. Therefore, we will use the special rules of the friendly match: based on the existing points, send a replacement player to continue the game."
"Hey, special rules?"
The audience was still confused, and Kebin, who was listening indifferently, jumped up, "The replacement player?!"
Walking through the long corridor, leaving the voices behind, I found him in front of a tennis wall outside the arena.
"Uh, huh—" Obviously after a lot of practice, he was panting violently without turning around, "The game is over?"
Did you know I was coming?When he was wondering, he listened to the last sentence, "Senior Bu Er?"