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Chapter 4 Autumn Rookie Competition

A gust of wind blows the red maple trees on both sides of the street, the leaves sway and rustle, and the orange-yellow ginkgo leaves fall with the wind and cover the road.

Gold and red color the entire Tokyo.

Tokyo, Koto Ward, Ariake Tennis Forest Park is full of people and bustling.

The first round of the autumn rookie competition is being held here. Hundreds of teams from various regions have gathered here. Fortunately, the venue is large enough, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate so many people.

Yuki Satoru walked through the crowd carrying a black tennis bag, and saw many familiar school teams along the way.

He just saw Kuki from Shimu Middle School compete with players from Yulin Middle School. In the end, Kuki won easily.

In addition to the teams from each school, there are also many reporters carrying guns and cannons on their backs. They are active around the various venues and take photos crazily, flashing lights for a long time.

There are even professional scouts who use professional evaluation forms to grade players off the court, looking for prospects with qualifications and potential.

"The match between Fudomine Middle School and Saratoga No. 2 Middle School begins now."

"Invite both players to come forward!"

When the referee's voice came through the radio, Yuuki Satoru arrived just in time and followed everyone's gaze towards the court.

Ito from Fudomine is wearing a black team uniform. He is tall and thin like a bamboo pole. Compared with the players opposite him, he is almost a head taller.

Looking at his tiny opponent, the mole on the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he was determined to win.

But the expression on his coach Yokoyama's face was not so pretty.

“It’s such bad luck that we met Serdang Secondary School, which is the third seed in the region.”

"It's really troublesome!"

The irritability in my heart made my throat itch.

He quickly grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth to light it, but then crumpled the cigarette into crumbs. Smoking was not allowed in the arena.

Hengshan's face became increasingly impatient as he forcibly suppressed the urge to smoke.

Yuuki Satoru sat in the auditorium and looked at the "newcomer" Ito who was playing Fudomine on the field. He still couldn't help but want to complain.

In Japan, most schools have similar procedures for training new members.

Before being allowed to compete, these new members need to go through half a year of picking up balls, physical training, basic tennis exercises, and observing official matches off the court.

It is not until the summer of the first year that they can pick up the racket and start official competitions. The autumn rookie game is the first large-scale event that most freshmen participate in in their junior high school career.

But under the leadership of Yokoyama, Fudomine's first-year members have almost no competitiveness.

So he had a sudden idea. Anyway, the rookie competition did not clearly stipulate the age of the participants, so all second-year members could participate.

Sure enough, relying on the advantage brought by his age, Fudomine's performance in the rookie competition every year is not too bad.

It’s just that this year it may be overturned.

Halfway through the game, Ito had a slight advantage due to his height.

"Saden's second place is nothing more than that!" Ito pressed to the net and chopped the ball hard.

"I won this point!"

Swish!
Facing a goal that was about to lose a point, Nakamura, who was second in Saratoga, rushed forward and flew out.

A flying save.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, the tennis ball was caught in the racket frame in time. The surface of the ball was twisted and dented, and flew back in a strange route.

Ito was immediately shocked, thinking that he had no time to react after scoring, and was suddenly defeated by someone.

"Nakamura wins this round!"

The referee's scoreboard refreshed the score, and Nakamura, who was second in Saraden, regained the game.

"Comn on!" Nakamura clenched his fists and shouted, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

After struggling to regain a point, his morale was greatly boosted. He tried his best to catch up with every ball after that, and his condition got better and better.

But Ito, who had carelessly lost a game, suddenly panicked when he saw his opponent's vigorous appearance, and hurriedly tried to save the situation.

But he made mistakes while busy, and the more anxious he was, the more points he lost.

The situation was turned around unconsciously.

"It's over." Yuki Satoru saw Ito's helpless look and knew that there was no suspense in the next game.

"In competition, a stable mentality is obviously more important than factors such as strength, speed and skill." Even if it is not his own competition, Yuki Satoru will summarize it and remind himself to be careful of similar problems.

"boom!"

Nakamura's last beautiful topspin ended the game, and Sarateng No. 2 Middle School won the first game.

The result was just as Yuuki Satoru expected, Fudomine overturned.

For ordinary schools, relying on the height and physical advantages brought by age may determine the outcome of a game, but facing the players from Saratang No. 2 Secondary School, this is not enough.

Because any competitive game requires not only external physical fitness, but also a tempered big heart.

However, under Yokoyama's "training", it is difficult for Fudomine players who only use their age to impress others to possess this quality.

Soon, facing the fierce and tenacious offensive of Saratoga No. 2 Middle School, Fudoho was defeated in succession.

"At the end of the game, players from both sides are invited to come forward and shake hands."

Fudoho lost all five games, and the rookie competition ended with a first-round finish. Yokoyama's face turned black with stench, while the second-year Fudoho who lost the game lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the coach at all. s face.

"Crack!"

Yuuki Satoru immediately took out his camera to record this scene, and focused on taking photos of Fudomine's glorious record of losing all 5 games.

After taking the photo, he carefully put the camera away. As long as the right time comes, these will be the power to bring down Hengshan.

After the match at Fudomine, Yuuki Satoru left the stadium.

"come on!"

Waves of cheers and shouts came from not far away, and the crowded crowd filled the stadium.

"Go over and have a look."

Yuuki Satoru's eyes flashed and he squeezed in along with the crowd.

Is this Qingxue's competition? !

Fuji wears a white uniform with green sleeves and collar, making him active on the tennis court with great ease.

His chestnut hair trembled slightly with the change of pace. Faced with the menacing attacks, he could always fight back lightly.

The opponent's offense is also impressive, and it is not of an ordinary level.

Compared with the competition at Fudo Peak, it is obviously much more intense here.

However, given the strength of the opponent's opponent, it was incredible that he could fight Fuji for such a long time.

You know, Fuji Shusuke is the second-largest figure in Seigakus after Tezuka. He is a genius in the eyes of everyone, and he is a being whose data cannot be determined by Ini Sadaharu.

Even if you are only in first grade now, it is not something that ordinary people can compare to.

Yuki Satoru observed the game silently, bringing his own perspective into the positions of both sides, constantly analyzing and comparing in his mind.

Soon.

"What a terrible guy."

After ending the simulation in his mind, Yuuki Satoru couldn't help but look at Fuji with a more solemn look, and he felt a little pitiful towards his opponent.

In this game, not only did Fuji not show his true strength, but the speed, strength, and even trajectory of each of his counterattacks were all controlled to a level that required the opponent to put in all their efforts but could still withstand it.

In the fierce fight, Fuji gradually increases the power of the next ball, allowing the opponent to gradually touch his own limits, and even exceed his own limits.

I want to fight against an opponent who is at his limit.

He doesn't even care if he temporarily loses some points in order to achieve this goal.

No wonder this game is so fierce and attracts so many spectators.

"Bring out the opponent's strongest strength, then enjoy the fear of losing the game, and enjoy the thrill of dancing on the tip of the knife."

"Is this the nature of the genius Fuji Shusuke?"

"It's really scary."

"I really want to compete with you!"

This style of being so confident in oneself that it was almost pathological instantly aroused the fighting spirit in Yuuki Satoru's heart.

　Today I watched the update of the 24th episode of Cangyuantu Animation. I feel that the narrative rhythm is a lot worse than that of episode 23, but the new models of my aunt and Qiyue are very nice.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)