Seiichi: Please call me God

Chapter 14 The Gorgeous Boy

"Ah, Atobe-kun." The manager of the club smiled and narrowed his eyes when he saw Atobe, "Yukimura-kun is in the fourth court. He is in good condition today and called four sparring partners."

Atobe nodded slightly, and then led Huachi into the court.

Yukimura was standing in the middle of the court at this time, and the net in the middle was temporarily removed.The four sparring partners stood at the four corners and served Yukimura at the same time.

Although the technical level of the sparring partners may not be very high, the strength and speed of serving are definitely not bad.

However, Yukimura turned around after returning two balls in the left half almost at the same time, and received the other two balls on the back of the racket.Four high-level return balls hit back to the training partner at the same time...

"Hi, Xiaojing!" Yukimura stood energetically in the center of the field, beside four sparring partners who had been beaten speechless.

Atobe took the tennis bag from Huadi's hand, then turned his head and said to Huadi: "I have reserved Court No. [-] for you to do independent training, and I will be back here in two hours."

"Wushi." Hua nodded and walked towards the second field.

Atobe opened the stadium gate and walked in.

"It seems that the four sparring partners have no effect on you at all." Atobe smiled and looked at Yukimura, "Is your condition recovering well?"

"Ah, I can't imagine how I couldn't even stand up two months ago." Yukimura shrugged.

At this time, the four sparring partners left the court.

"How about it? After recovering for so long, you still don't have an actual opponent. The level of these sparring partners doesn't make you happy enough." Atobe caressed the mole of tears, "How about letting me be your opponent?"

Yukimura replied with a smile: "It's disrespectful."

Opening in one game.Yukimura Seiichi VS Atobe Keigo.

"Whichone?" Yukimura asked.

"You don't need to guess, you can serve first." Atobe said, "Just now you and the four sparring partners have exhausted a lot of physical strength, and I don't take advantage of this advantage."

Yukimura walked back to the tee point with a smile.

The yellow ball bounced a few times at the meeting point of sight. Yukimura took a deep breath and slowly regained the feeling of the game. He threw the ball upwards suddenly. ball.Under the friction of the net, the small yellow ball spun violently through the net and went straight to Atobu's backcourt, to be precise, it went straight to Atobu's face.

"Outspin serve? No, off-spin serve." Atobe guessed the path of the ball, but not the spin of the ball, but off-spin serve is not a difficult problem for a player of his level.

Atobe took a steady step back to catch the ball with a backhand and hit a straight through ball with ease.

Yukimura was already waiting for him at the landing point.

"Ha!" Yukimura volleyed.Flying bangs spilled a few drops of sweat.

Atobe did not give in, Xiao Suibu followed quickly, and then picked a high ball.

Yukimura surfed the Internet without hesitation, trotted forward a few steps and jumped up suddenly.

The iris-blue hair color and the golden sunlight reflect the myth of the gods descending.

In the next second, the extremely lethal ball has already fallen heavily.

Atobe caught the ball with his forehand, but his wrist was numb from the strong force.Eventually the ball landed on the field.

"Well, the strength has increased a lot, even Jackknife can be played." Atobe praised Yukimura, but his face was still relaxed, "But it is impossible to easily defeat this uncle just like this. "

Yukimura responded with a smile: "Then go ahead and try."

The two walked towards the backcourt chicly at the same time.

In an instant, the smell of gunpowder was full.

Yukimura's second serve is a straight knife, a beautiful straight ball to the left half, extremely fast but not as fast as the insightful Atobe.

"Hmm, I will accept this ball." Atobe volleyed with a smile, and the ball with irregular rotation suddenly disappeared in front of the net and landed behind the net the moment it hit Yukimura's card.

"15-15. It's still too early to laugh, Xiaojing." Yukimura adjusted the hairband on his head, wiped his sweat, and then jumped a few times in place, "Then next..."

The same serve as the second serve, but with the same irregular spin as Atobu's previous return.

Atobe was slightly taken aback, but the tennis ball had landed and drew an extremely low arc.

"It's the time for the Son of God!"

Yukimura's smile was so dazzling.

Atobe was a little absent-minded, but quickly raised the corners of his mouth: "Is that so..." He raised his head proudly: "Don't be cut off by me so easily, Seichi. This is—a world that belongs to the emperor .”

Atobe's eyes became sharper.

Yukimura raised the corners of his lips, and the ball bounced a few times in his hands. He raised his body slightly and threw the ball up: "Then let me rule the emperor's world!"

Atobe took a slight step to the side, caught the serve, and spun sharply back at a higher speed.

Yukimura relentlessly fought back.

……

"Chance ball!" Looking at the high ball with a beautiful arc, Atobe took off proudly. Under the backlight, even the mole of the emperor's tears was shining, "Rondo of Destruction!"

The first smash went directly to Yukimura's right wrist.

But suddenly, Atobe saw the smile on the corner of Yukimura's mouth when he landed.

"what?!"

Yukimura flicked the racket from his right hand to his left, and he took a step back to catch the ball easily.

"Well, for the Rondo of Destruction, we should consider players who can be left and right." Yukimura smiled and looked at the small ball that fell beside the shocked Atobe, "I thought that with Xiaojing's insight, he had already seen it. Woolen cloth."

Atobe snorted softly: "I heard that your right wrist is the pride of the middle school, but I wonder if your left wrist will be as flawless? Seichi..."

Yukimura smiled without saying a word.

The light in Atobe's eyes became brighter and brighter: "The stronger the opponent, the more pleasure it will be to defeat it."

Yukimura didn't care about the declaration of war by the sports department, the next ball, he wanted to win this round...

"4-0." Yukimura smiled and reported the score, "Hey, Genichiro has not been able to win a game against me so far, Atobe. Can you beat him?"

"Hmph, just wait and see." Atobe was not someone who would easily admit defeat.

Neither of them are players who are keen on tricks. In fact, Atobe's strong insight and Yukimura's unremitting mental power are their magic weapons.Even if they can play quite beautiful counterattacks, complex spins and high speeds, this is not their real strength.

Watching such a game, although you can't always marvel at the players' moves, you can still feel the strong atmosphere of the game.

Keigo Atobe and Seiichi Yukimura both play with their brains, each ball has meticulous thinking and exquisite layout.It is already commonplace to set traps for each other, and it depends on who escapes more traps, the more points they can score.

Now it seems that Yukimura's cunning is even better than Ajibu.

However, is this really the case?

The small ball that crossed the net rushed towards Yukimura in awe-inspiring manner, and it was delivered to his left hand.Yukimura smiled, but the next moment, he was shocked.Because the racket fell to the ground under the attack of a small ball with complicated rotation...

No, Yukimura looked at Atobe on the opposite side.

The paralysis of the wrist did not start from this ball.

How many rounds did Atobe use to arrange this ball before, one round, two rounds... Yukimura has to admit that Atobe's strategy is not inferior to him.

"15-0." Atobe smiled and reported the score, "How about it, so your left wrist will be sealed."

Yukimura turned his left wrist and slightly raised his head to look at Atobe who was facing him: "Don't forget that I have a god-level right wrist. Xiaojing~"

Atobe was startled by Yukimura's sweet vibrato.

But the smile on the corner of his mouth did not diminish. In all fairness, Yukimura's left and right wrists are very balanced in strength, the left wrist is more aggressive, while the right wrist wins in dexterity and speed.

Atobe didn't think he could simply use the same method to suppress the right wrist, because Yukimura definitely worked hard on the right wrist, at least, he couldn't be easily defeated by the spin.You know, that is a wrist that is good at making delicate rotations.

Yukimura serves.

After four rounds, Atobe and Yukimura have a certain degree of confidence in each other's strength. Although they have never met on the court before, and they don't know much about each other's trump card, they are also strong in the middle school world. It will never be ignorant.

Yukimura dare not relax, because Atobe is best at attacking the opponent's weakness.It can be seen from the numb left wrist just now.This is not a simple paralysis caused by alternating up and down spins. If so, Yukimura would have noticed it long ago. However, Atobe is willing to spend four rounds to seal the left wrist that was not in his plan.

First-class intelligence, this is Yukimura's evaluation of Atobe.

Yukimura knew that in the future, Atobe would practice a trick based on powerful insight - the world of ice.But now, the embryonic form of this unique move was becoming fuller in front of him.Yukimura felt an indescribable sigh in his heart.Originally, Xiaojing should challenge Genichiro after the Kanto Competition, and use the world of ice to the extreme when Genichiro's dark thunder trick is sealed.And if he hadn't called to stop, Genichiro might really lose.

But now, the person who created this trick——is him.

……

competition is over.

"It took four innings to seal my left wrist, and I'll be powerless after that, Kokei." Yukimura laughed and teased Atobe on the opposite side of the net.

Atobe flicked his bangs, letting the beads of sweat slip off. He looked at Yukimura radiantly. Although he lost, he still did not forget to provoke: "Being sick for a long time has also reduced your reaction ability, Seiichi. You have been so slow until four It was only after the game that I found out that it even allowed me to succeed."

Yukimura shrugged: "Well, who made me defenseless against Xiaojing?"

Atobe raised his eyebrows: "Is this my honor?"

"I think so."

The two looked at each other, and finally looked at each other's sweaty appearance and smiled in unison.

"Fight me again next time, Jingshi..."

"Well, don't. I don't want you to see all my details before the Kanto competition."

"Are you afraid of losing to me?"

"The aggressive method is useless to me, Xiaojing..."

The voices of the teenagers gradually fade away...