1novels Chapter 207 The Wrath of God City
Chapter 207 The Wrath of God City
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The narrator of this chapter is Reiji Kamishiro.
Short stature, sissy face, loose posture, arrogant arrogance, every feature of this guy can't make me feel good.What is there about him that Teacher Huacun will never forget?The level of tennis is nothing more than that.
"Cheng Cheng Shonan Shencheng wins, the number of games is [-]-[-]!"
"Hehe~ I will watch carefully, Echizen Ryoma-kun's tennis game!" Mr. Huacun chuckled from the coach's bench.
Ever since the regional qualifiers, the teacher has been fascinated by this freshman of Qinggaku.As long as there is a chance, his teacher will go to every game.Echizen Ryoma, this name has almost become her unintentional mantra, and it is also familiar to all our team members.
I've seen this Echizen Ryoma once.That day, when I was out of school to repair rackets during my lunch break, I saw this kid in a dazzling blue and white shirt from a distance.With such a short stature, he looks like a first grader.Who else is there for a first grader wearing Qingxue's main selection costume?
The problem is, our school is not that close to Qingxue, and it was definitely not a holiday that day—this guy was obviously absent from class.What's more, there was a little blond beauty next to him, and the two of them openly wandered shoulder to shoulder in the street!
After hearing some rumors, he felt that it was nothing unusual for him to do such a thing.It is said that on the surface he is a top student in the eyes of the teacher, but secretly he is a bad behind-the-scenes boss, a person who can eat both black and white (Author: The rumor is really scary).
As soon as he entered Qingxue, he was on the top of the ranking list, and was called "His Royal Highness" by the nympho girls of Qingxue.A tennis prodigy who was selected in the first grade, but once said that he has no interest in becoming a professional player (Author: see Chapter [-], but the information on Shencheng is a bit outdated).Obviously, this Echizen Ryoma's mannerisms can only arouse my disgust.
My goal in life is very clear, to become a professional gamer in the future.So I'm not at all interested in anything else that might get in the way.For example, girls, academic exams and the like.I think that if you don't concentrate, it will affect the achievement of your goals.
I have boring training every day, but I enjoy it.I am a firm believer that these exercises will perfect the physical technique.Rest, of course, is necessary - it's part of the training schedule.
The timetable is made by Teacher Huacun.Although she has only been transferred as a coach for two years, she has won the unanimous trust of all our team members.However, does the teacher trust us completely?If so, why are you still so attached to Echizen Ryoma?Only he can realize your dream, teacher?
Leap lightly, raise your head, and swing your racket.His completely different serving posture made me concentrate instantly.
"Crack!" The ball spun crazily on the ground and rushed straight at my face.Slightly startled, but then calmly swung the racquet with a low body, and cast the phantom mist again.I feel confident in controlling my emotions.
"Go back!" Qingxue cheerleaders burst into an uproar.
The kid was still helpless against the phantom fog, and hit the ball out of bounds with one slap.
The phantom fog was formed by following the guidance of Teacher Huacun after she came.With this trick, I am called the teacher's highest work, and I am honored for it.Does this mean that in the teacher's mind, I am the most important?
Suddenly, I remembered Minister Kajimoto's sigh during the warm-up before the game, "Echizen Ryoma... Mr. Huacun wants him very much~"
That sentence made me lose interest in practicing on the spot.When walking back to the competition field, I was surprised to see Mr. Huacun walking behind the arrogant little ghost and talking with a smile.What's so good about him, teacher?
"What, is that kid only at this level?" "It's really vulnerable~" Hirohira Hirohei sneered.I understand their feelings.
"Kamijo is our team's number one player, so of course we won't lose in the Kanto Tournament." Minister Kajimoto said in a calm tone.
Well said.I'm especially unlikely to lose to him - Echizen Ryoma.
"It's still an outspin serve!" The audience exclaimed loudly.
Looking at the tennis ball hitting my face again, I held back the trace of anger passing through my heart, and hit back with one shot.He even rushed forward to smash the ball, and when the ball hit the ground, it spun again—it was still an external spin!
The tennis ball that was getting bigger and bigger in my eyes suddenly wiped something that was hidden in my heart all the time, swung my arm suddenly, and I fought back vigorously.
Every shot is offspin, every ball is well-targeted, straight to my face.Obviously that trick doesn't work for me, but I keep using it, which is obviously a provocation.You are too arrogant, boy!
While I was frowning, that guy suddenly smiled at me, "So I'm still a person~"
"Your trick is nothing more than that, I finally understand!" He said another sentence that shocked me, he rushed forward, swung his arms, and the ball was like a rainbow, and it was accurately hoisted into the dead corner of the backcourt.Immediately, the audience was amazed all around.
"Little one scored!" "Beautiful!"
Among the cheers from the members of the youth department, the voice of Mr. Huacun on the coaching seat shocked me, "I was seen through!"
Seen through?Is the magic fog I have honed for two years so easily seen through? !
The kid on the opposite side jumped lightly, raised his head, and swung his racket.
"It's an outspin serve again." I whispered.I finally understand why you have been using external rotation.I deliberately used it to arouse my anger, causing slight changes in the completely consistent phantom mist.Even though I don't appreciate you, I have to admit that you are not a simple person!
I tried my best to stabilize my emotions, but found that Mirage could no longer do what I wanted—because I couldn't be calm anymore.
"What's the matter?" "How is it possible that they can fight back against the phantom mist!"
Swinging the racket to block the more powerful external rotation, I understand that my technical movements have slightly deformed.It's just a little bit, but it can't escape the sharp eyes of the kid opposite.
Suddenly, he found that his eyes that could not be hidden were not at all commensurate with that handsome and immature girl's face.
"Qingxue Echizen wins, draw [-]-[-]!"
"It's amazing! Master Longma!" Qingxue's cheerleading team cheered loudly.
"Is this Echizen Ryoma of Seigaku?" Minister Kajimoto's deep voice sounded.Beside him, the teammates all looked serious and silent, looking at the same person in unison.
"Echizen Ryoma." Repeating the name in my heart, I raised my eyes and looked across.
Under the brim of the white hat, the kid looked at me with bright eyes, with a playful smile on his face.The corners of his lips curled up, and a sentence popped out of his mouth that made me lose my mind in an instant, "Whether it's you or your coach, there is still a long way to go~"
In the whistling scream of cold blood pouring into his head, the face in front of him overlapped with the stinky face when he categorically rejected the teacher's invitation before the game, "The so-called finished product means it's finished, right?"
So, let me see who is going to finish it!Like a vulture staring at a corpse, I stared at him.Stand with two feet, the right hand holding the racket and the left hand holding the tennis ball are raised and crossed.Concentrating and calming down, the end of the nose has faintly smelled the sweetness of blood.
"Lingzhi! That trick doesn't work! That's..." A familiar female voice sounded from the coach's bench.Lost the gentle and calm of the past, the voice was shrill and trembling.
You've never lost your composure, sir.Is he so important to you?What happens if it is destroyed?
Under the horrified gaze of my teammates, for the first time, I went against the teacher's wishes.Bluish flames emanated from his whole body, and amidst the roar, he swung his racket recklessly and hit directly.
The ball drew a blade-like cold light in the air, turning into a matchless weapon, and slashed at the standing little figure.
"Crack!" The flaming racket fell heavily to the ground.Under the strong sunlight, the young man who was hit floated up obliquely like dust, scattered pieces of light feathers in a trance.
After the deathly silence, everyone in Qing Xue shouted loudly, "Echizen—"