Net King: Rebirth

Chapter 240 We Are Different

Echizen Ryoma has always been serious about the competition. The moment the bottle was thrown, he entered a fighting state.

Everyone no longer exists, only his opponent can grasp his sight.

"Ah!! So handsome! Prince Ryoma! Come on! Send that Kai back to his hometown!"

"come on! Come on!"

"Prince Ryoma, you are the best!!"

Tomoka in the auditorium was stunned by Echizen Ryoma's handsome movements, and she kept shouting.

"That's enough, Tomaka..." Ryuzaki Sakura, who was sitting next to Tomaka, blushed, and with her slender fingers, pulled the corner of Rabonka's clothes.

She buried her head very low, as if she was very embarrassed.

On the court, Echizen Ryoma and Kebin Smith stood opposite each other, and they were almost equal in terms of eye contact.

"I don't know why you are looking for me, but, compared to tennis, I have never been afraid!"

It was already close to noon at this time, and the air was full of heat, but this couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the teenagers at all.

Outspin serve, this is Echizen Ryoma's forte, and it is also a skill to test the opponent's ability.

However, this ball was not played by Echizen Ryoma.

Seeing the actions made by Kebin Smith, Echizen Ryoma didn't have any special reaction.

Outspin serve is not his exclusive.

That monster Yumo can do it too.

Perhaps it was because the expression on Echizen Ryoma's face was too flat, and a trace of anger flashed in Kebin Smith's eyes.

I know my moves best. Echizen Ryoma hits back the ball lightly, and the whole movement is smooth and natural.

"Hey, this guy..." Yu Mo raised his eyebrows, Echizen Ryoma's counterattack should not be too familiar, he was just copying her back then.

The ball was returned easily, and Kebbin Smith didn't expect himself to make a final decision.

Lock, start, stand still.

【B word draw】!
Kebin Smith's body sank, and due to the friction at his feet, there were inconspicuous sparks.

Echizen Ryoma raised his hand and pressed the brim of the hat on his head, hiding his expression in the shadow of the brim.

Then he clenched the handle of the racket with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and ran towards the net.

Yu Mo looked at the hat, pursing his lips in satisfaction.

According to her thoughts, the guy without his hat is simply not pleasing to the eye.

I don't know what Kebin Smith was thinking, even if every ball was hit back by Echizen Ryoma, he still persisted and used his moves all the time.

So stubborn, so wanting to knock myself out.

"I'm no worse than you, Echizen Ryoma." Why couldn't my father see it.

Kempin Smith actually loves and hates tennis.

The idea is so contradictory, yet so true.

Tennis occupied his childhood, and he liked tennis because it made him happy.

Dislike is forced imitation.

Everything is because of his father's desire to fight for his breath.

how sad...

"I don't understand. You know that you can't beat me with my moves, but you insist on using them. You know, we are different."

We are different, you are you and I am me.

Echizen Ryoma likes his opponent, but he doesn't agree with an opponent who has so many distracting thoughts.

"We are different..." Cabin Smith's eyes flashed with confusion, and he murmured, "Even so, so what."

I want to give myself an explanation!
(End of this chapter)