Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 139

"Ah, I got it." Kirihara replied impatiently, then stood up straight, under the expected gaze of everyone, his eyelids were slightly closed, and a faint halo began to diffuse around him, surrounding his whole body, It looks like it is bathed in sunlight.

"Ah, have you even used the realm of selflessness?" Coach Ryuzaki smiled slightly, folded his arms around his chest and gave Sakura a meaningful look. That little guy should be waiting for this.

Liu's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and Qieyuan was really cornered.

sand--

Sakura took a step back with her left foot, the sound of the sole rubbing against the plastic floor sounded, she blinked her eyelids, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, did she finally come, she wanted to try how powerful the selfless state of this world is for a long time.

Snapped--

hum-

The yellow-green ball was violently swung by Kirihara, and the ball strengthened by the realm of selflessness is more lethal and impactful, with stronger and trickier rotation, and unexpectedly fast speed, everyone can clearly see See the white gas wrapped around the trailing light, swirling round and round like a spring.

The pupils froze suddenly, Sakura raised her wrist slightly, and the dark green racket rose slowly, with tiny traces fainting in the air.Then, with a crackling sound, he firmly caught the outspin serve.

"Catch...Catch it!!!"

"I actually caught it!!!"

"KUSO, are you kidding me?"

呲味——

The tennis ball clung to the racket and spun continuously, making a whining noise. The white net cable was pushed backwards by the selfless force and impact, and the tail light splashed everywhere on the racket, like water splashes.

"Suppressed?!" Marui Fumta's eyes widened, and he forgot to blow the bubbles in his mouth.

"Nia~ Sakura can fight back."

"Sigh~"

"Huh?" Sakura closed her eyelids, looked at the tennis ball that was tightly stuck to the racket and couldn't be ejected, the corner of her mouth curled up, and the weird poppies gradually bloomed, "Is this the power of selflessness? It's not bad, but..." The pupils constricted, the deep vortex gradually emerged, and he said indifferently like frost: "That's the end of it."

bang——

wow-

呲味——

The sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground and then bouncing on the isolation net was heard almost at the same time, and faint green smoke continued to emerge from the tennis ball.

croak——

The crow standing on the tree tilted its head and croaked a few times, then flapped its wings and flew into the sky, leaving only a few feathers to slide down quietly.

"hiss--"

Kaitang gasped, Edogawa, unexpectedly... all tricks didn't work, and Kirihara's outspin serve in the state of selflessness was... hit back! ! ! !

Jiang, Hu, and Chuan.

Yukimura's eyelids are slightly heavy, and a heavy gaze is fleeting in his eyes. This girl is already infinitely close to Echizen Minamijiro, and she is not at all the 78 level that Goto said. This level...is a conservative estimate.

"Eh..." Kirihara's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he opened his mouth with difficulty, but he couldn't open his mouth when he wanted to say something.

His feet trembled slightly, his left foot took a small step back inadvertently, his dark green pupils trembled uncontrollably.Then, as if remembering something, he tightened his hand holding the racket, looked at Yingyi who was opposite him firmly, lick|licked the corner of his mouth: "Hehe, Edogawa, I treat you more and more. Interested."

Sakura closed her eyelids, ignored his words, just got ready to catch the ball, and said indifferently: "Serve."

Hearing her words, Kirihara froze, damn Edogawa, actually looked down on him.

"I'm hungry." Seeming to know what Kirihara was thinking, Sakura explained kindly, but her tone remained indifferent, "Quick battle."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but startled, their faces were a little stiff, Edogawa... Didn't he have lunch?

"KUSO!!" Kirihara gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on the ball, and threw the ball into the sky with a whoosh, and aimed the racket with his right hand at the tennis ball that was about to fall.

"A phantom?" Sakura closed her eyelids, bent her knees slightly, and the airflow changed strangely.

"Nia~ Fujiwara didn't say that Sakura's bent elbow can't be broken by phantom?" Kikumaru scratched his cheek, and looked at Sakura in doubt, "Why can't Kirihara's phantom be restrained, nya?"

"Because the vice minister and the minister are very close in strength." Kitajima Yuki explained with a shy smile, the imperceptible respect and admiration in the orange eyes, "so the vice minister's phantom counterattack can restrain the minister's song Elbows, however, are only 'restraint' rather than cracking."

"Hey!!!! Is it true or not?!!!!"

"You'll know if you look at it."

bang——

As if to verify the authenticity of her words, before the dozens of phantoms converged, Sakuraichi hit back.

So strong.

The eyes under the dry glasses narrowed slightly, and the pen in his hand never stopped because of the shock in his heart. Edogawa's strength was unexpectedly strong, and Kirihara's phantom counterattack in the state of selflessness was perfect, because the ball's The shadow is not the only one, but dozens of them have been transformed, so it is more difficult than normal to distinguish which is real and which is false.

It's just that Edogawa was able to react when Kirihara just swung the racket, and arrived at the position ahead of time, and the tennis ball she aimed at with the racket was indeed the real one!
It looked as if the tennis ball flew towards her by itself, she didn't need to move, just swung the racket, it was... so scary.

wow——

The wind gradually hit, bringing pieces of green leaves slowly falling, and the faint water vapor mixed in the air at the end of spring, a little humid and a little cold.

bang——

The sound of falling to the ground suddenly sounded, which seemed a bit abrupt and harsh in this huge tennis court.

quiet--

the silence—

Looking at the boy lying on the ground facing the plastic floor, a needle can be heard in the huge tennis court, no one spoke, only the heartbeat was beating, one sound, one sound, one sound.Accompanied by the heartbeat, are those pairs of widened eyes and unbelievable expressions.

Edogawa VS Kirihara, 5-3, the game ended, Edogawa won, after the whole game, Kirihara used all the moves but failed to break any of Sakuraichi's moves, however, Sakuraichi only used one move—— By bending the elbow, he defeated Kirihara perfectly, which is really...

"Did Sakuraichi win? Huh? What is she going to do?" Kikumaru asked suspiciously, and the deep sapphire blue cat pupils reflected Sakuraichi fumbling in the tennis bag, then stood up, holding some strange things in his hand. Things slowly moved toward Kirihara.

"Hey, Edogawa, what are you doing!!!" Seeing what Sakura was holding in his hand, Marui Bunta immediately roared: "Don't do evil while Kirihara is tired, hey hey hey hey!! !"

"Tch~" Sakura didn't bother to control Marui Bunta, kicked Kirihara and turned him over, under the strange look of the Hyodi all the selection, opened the lipstick, eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, etc. on Kirihara's face. Scribbling and scribbling, although she can't draw, she can still do graffiti.

"Well, it's done." After a while, Yingyi stood up, took the opportunity to kick him hard after putting away his things, and then hooked the corner of his mouth, quite satisfied, went to the opposite court to pick up his tennis bag and prepared to leave .

"..." Looking at the Picasso painting on Kirihara's face, Atobe fell silent.

"..." The corners of Renzu's mouth froze for a moment, and he stretched out his hand to push the glasses on the bridge of his nose, without speaking.

"..." Tezuka closed his eyelids, and the smile flashed away in those stern eyes.

"..." Glancing at the ghostly talisman on Kirihara's face, even Yukimura's quiet and elegant smile could not help showing signs of cracking.

Sanada pressed the brim of his hat, he was too slack, Kirihara's training doubled! ! !
Rao's face was as paralyzed as Fujiwara's, and the corners of his mouth were faintly twitching, Sakuraichi was really...too slack.

"Tell me about the game." As soon as she came out, Sakuraichi spoke directly to Fujiwara. Based on her understanding of Hyotei, it is absolutely impossible to lose to Aigaku 3-0. There must be some reason.

"Eh." Fujiwara nodded indistinctly, "The Ice Emperor's contestants this time are all non-selected."

(End of this chapter)