Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 10 Akira Kamio

At this time, Kitajima Yuki finally realized, turned his head to look at the stationary yellow-green ball on the ground, his pupils tightened, Sakuraichi, she really is very strong.

However, the belligerent factor in Bei Dao's heart became stronger and stronger. He reached out to pick up the ball, walked back to the court, and said with a smile, "Edogawa-san is indeed very strong. It's really interesting to play against you."

"Ah um." Sakura replied indifferently, looked over the brim of the hat at the brown-haired boy standing by the net, and said coldly, "Are you here to score?"

"Of course, hehe, my name is Kamio Akira, please give me your advice. Also, in order to be a good referee, please tell us your names."

Kamio said with a smile, Ibu Fukasa also came to Kamio's side with a tennis bag on his back, his eyes fixed on Sakuraichi's figure, and was about to speak, Kamio on the side immediately shouted: "Fukaji, don't talk," Then he introduced to Yingyi: "His name is Ibu Shinji, please don't talk to him."

"That... that... my name is Yuki Kitajima, please... please give me your advice." Yuki Kitajima introduced herself and bowed at ninety degrees at the same time.

Kitajima introduced himself, Ibu Fukaji and Kamio Akira looked at Sakuraichi together.

Sakuraichi withdrew her gaze, turned around and walked towards the bottom line, and said in an indifferent voice: "Edogawa Sakuraichi."

"Hey, the game continues, Edogawa vs. Beijima, Beijima serves." Kamio raised his hand and shouted, then put his hand down, looking at the two players on the field with piercing eyes.

Bang!
It was another return that couldn't see the path of the ball clearly, and Sakura easily returned Bei Dao's balls one by one.

"1-0, change, ground!"

Kamio judged, and when he looked at Kitajima Yuki, his slender eyebrows frowned slightly.This Bei Daokong has strength but no skills, his serving posture is not very accurate, and his running position is also the most basic. He seems to be a beginner.But that Edogawa...
Turning his head to look at Sakuraichi who was holding the ball, Kamio frowned even deeper, he couldn't see her depth at all, although it was just returning the ball, but the speed, power and accuracy of the ball were all quite well grasped , Every ball is the same, no more, no less, it can be called perfect, such precise ball control is really terrible.

"Do you want to continue?" Sakura asked indifferently, looking at Bei Dao who was already panting.

Bei Dao clenched the racket in both hands, with a happy smile on his face, and said without hesitation: "Continue!"

"Oh? Not bad." Sakura said indifferently, holding the ball in her left hand and throwing it upwards, she leaned back a little, and took a step back with her right foot, but the racket was touching the ground.

Kamio widened his eyes, "Hey, Shinji, what kind of pose is that?"

Bang!
Before Shensi could answer, the sound of hitting the ball sounded instantly. It was different from Bei Dao's serve. The sound of this ball was very weird to everyone's ears, unlike the ones they had heard before, but this did not prevent them from watching the game .

The small yellow-green ball rotated in a large arc, spinning round and round like a ladder and flew towards Bei Dao on the opposite side. His pupils tightened, and Bei Dao tilted his body slightly. Unexpectedly, the ball actually drew a big circle around her racket and then left.

Bang!
With a loud bang, the yellow-green ball hit the ground and continued to spin, making a rustling sound. The surrounding dust floated up, but there was no sign of bouncing.

"This..." Kamio widened his eyes, "What kind of serve is this?"

Ibu Fukaji's unchanging face froze slightly, and the eyes that looked at Yingyi were a little dignified.

Yingyi still maintained the posture of swinging the racket, and said a few words coldly: "Rotate... the ladder."

"Hey, did you see that?"

"So strong!"

"What kind of serve is that?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it before, and the sound of hitting the ball is a bit strange."

"Well, it seems so."

"Ten...15-0." It took a long time for Kamio to speak, the soda can in his hand had been slightly deformed by him.

As the match progressed, more and more people watched the match. The lighting on the court was turned on at six o'clock, illuminating the tennis court like daylight.

"Grandma, where are you going?" Seeing Sumire Ryuzaki walking towards a crowded place, Ryuzaki Sakura couldn't help but shouted, and at the same time followed.

Ryuzaki Sumire stopped and waited for her to catch up, and said with a smile: "It's rare that today is Friday, and there will be no class tomorrow, so let's go to the street tennis court and watch other people's games. It's not bad."

"But, grandma..."

"Ahhh, there are so many people, hey, who is that little guy?" Ryuzaki Sumire ignored Ryuzaki Sakurano's objection, walked to the sidelines and looked at the two players who were playing, with a faint smile on his lips , "It's a good fight."

"Bei Dao, as long as you hit one ball back, today's training will be over." Yingyi said indifferently.The speed of the ball was slowed down by nearly half, but Bei Dao still didn't hit a ball back.

Her strength has indeed increased, but her speed and judgment have not changed at all. Yingyi suppressed her own strength and fought her. The round was almost over, and Bei Dao couldn't keep up no matter how fast or slow the ball was. In fact, this made Yingyi feel aggrieved.

However, Rome was not built in a day, so take your time.

Thinking about it, Sakuraichi raised his hand again, lowered his speed, and hit a return that he couldn't see clearly before.

Snapped!
The sound of the racket touching the ball was heard, Sakura's pupils tightened, and Bei Dao caught the ball with both hands holding the racket, and with a bang, the ball fell into her court.

Coach Ryuzaki was startled, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Yeah, he slowed down the speed of the ball, so naughty. However, the little guy with short hair seems to be pretty good."

"Back... hit back!"

"No way."

"Really hit back?"

Looking at the tired figure on the opposite side of the field, Sakura's condensed face softened, and finally she came back. It seems that there is still room for improvement.

"The end of the game, game, won, by Edogawa, 6-0." Kamio's voice resounded throughout the audience, and immediately the people around began to chat with each other, and the topics all revolved around the little guy in the hat .

Under everyone's surprised eyes, Sakura walked to the edge of the net and looked at Bei Dao, who was sitting on the ground panting, with her head buried.

Seemingly feeling Sakuraichi's eyes on him, Bei Dao gasped and said, "Yes... I'm sorry... Edogawa-san... let you... let you down..."

Hearing this, Sakura pressed down on the brim of her hat, turned her back to her, and said indifferently: "Good job." Then she walked towards the benches beside the court.

Hearing Yingyi's words, Bei Dao raised his buried head slightly, a big smile bloomed on his face, shining brightly under the light.

"Hey, Edogawa-san." Seeing Sakura walking to the bench, Kamio trotted after him. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Sakura looking around, so he asked, "Er... What are you looking for?"

"vending machine."

"Do you want a drink? Drink my can, I haven't opened it before." Kamio smiled and handed the deformed Coke to Sakuraichi.

"Uh, thank you, that..."

"Ah, do you still want to give it to that girl over there?" Sharp-eyed saw Sakuraichi's hat brim leaning towards the court, Kamio knew what she wanted to say, and immediately snatched the bottle from his partner Shinji and gave it to him. Bei Dao in the arena hurried back again.

"Let me re-introduce, my name is Akira Kamio, I am 12 years old and I am studying in Group B of the first year of Fudo Peak. Hehe..."

Seeing him staring at her with bright eyes, Sakura's eyelids slightly closed, and then looking at the tennis bag on his back, Yingyi understood the reason for his gallantry.

So, he put the Coke in his hand on the flower bed, picked up the racket on the bench and walked to the court, and said coldly: "I will not show mercy."

"Yoshi! I won't either." Seeing this, Kamio excitedly put down his tennis bag, took out a black racket and walked up.

"Hey, that brat has entered the arena again."

"What? Are you going to play again?"

"It looks like it is."

"Can the brat's physical strength do it?"

"The challenger shouldn't be too weak."

"Just look at it."

"Oh, oh, is it going to start again?"

On the court, Yuki Kitajima had almost recovered his physical strength, so he took his racket and walked to the sidelines to be the referee. He looked at Sakuraichi with some concern, and under her nod, Yuki Kitajima took a deep breath. He raised a hand in a tone, "Edogawa vs. Akira Kamio, the game will be decided in one game, and Kamio will serve."

Looking at Sakuraichi who was bowing and getting ready to catch the ball, Kamio's face was full of excitement. A match with a strong man is impossible to ask for, so he is very excited now, holding the The hand of the racket was tight, and the left hand slapped the ball on the ground a few times, then it was thrown up, and the right hand raised the racket.

(End of this chapter)