My Tennis Treasure, Starting From Polk's Retention!

0043 The strength gap between the first graders! The second generation of samurai was beaten to autism!

The second game begins.

Kitagawa glanced at the livid Echizen Ryoma, chuckled and tossed the tennis ball up.

"Ugh—"

"Boom—"

The moment he swung his racket, a shadow of the ball crossed the court.

When Echizen Ryoma wanted to raise his hand to try to hit back, the tennis ball had already popped out of the court range.

And there was another ball mark of a tennis ball landing at his feet.

"15-0!"

The voice of Kitagawa reporting the score lightly weighed on the hearts of everyone present like a boulder.

Especially Echizen Ryoma standing across from his court.

He stared at the five clearly marked tennis balls at his feet.

Starting from the baseline, four in a row, neatly.

The ball prints played by Kitagawa serve just now are in the second row.

At first Echizen Ryoma thought it was a coincidence.

But when the fifth ball mark appeared just now, he knew that all of this was controlled by Kitagawa.

A ball mark represents that he has won a ball.

"Did you see it? Hehe... that's okay! I've already told you where the tennis ball landed!"

"If you still can't catch it, then you can't blame others, you can only blame yourself for being too poor..."

Only to hear Kitagawa speak again.

The teasing meaning in the tone does not seem to be the words spoken to peers, but rather amusing like coaxing children.

Echizen Ryoma seemed to be on fire in his heart. He bowed and concentrated all his energy, and shouted angrily: "Stop talking nonsense!! I will hit the ball back!!"

However.

What responded to his words was just another serve that made him unable to react.

Not only did the score come to 30-0!

What's more, there was another ball print with deep friction and neat arrangement at his feet.

...

5 minutes later.

Kitagawa stood at the court baseline, looking at Echizen Ryoma, whose baseball cap fell to the ground.

The opponent's eyes had sunk into emptiness.

There are three rows of ball prints on both sides of the baseline.

Four in each row.

Neatly.

If everyone present didn't know that this was the ball mark made by Kitagawa's every scoring ball, they would have thought it was a special mark on the court itself!

Both Momoshiro Takeshi and Tachibana were completely dumbfounded.

"Echizen... was defeated by... in 5 minutes!"

Atobe Keigo sat in his seat and heard what Momoshiro Takeshi said, smiled disdainfully and stood up, and said to Yoyo: "Don't put money on your face! The reason why the minister took 5 minutes to defeat this brat is because the two sides serve back and forth. That kid almost dragged the serve time to the end in the second half of the game!"

"Did the kid ever catch any balls other than serve?"

"Seigaku rookie king? I think he is a serve machine, right?"

These words made everyone in the audience feel the contempt in his tone.

Momoshiro Takeshi rushed to Atobe Keigo angrily and shouted: "Bastard!! You have the ability to say it again!!"

But Atobe Keigo didn't take a step back at all, and stared at the other party coldly: "What? I lost in the court, do you want to get it back in other ways outside the court? Do you think I will be afraid of you?"

Although Atobe Keigo is a decent person, if others want to use force to solve the problem, he will not be afraid.

"Okay, don't make trouble!"

"It's getting late, this game has made me sleepy!"

"gone!"

At this time, Kitagawa had already walked out of the court, threw the ticket in his hand to Atobe Keigo, picked up his tennis bag and walked out of the court on the street.

Seeing this, Atobe Keigo glared coldly at the angry Momoshiro Takeshi in front of him: "Seigaku's! If you are not convinced, you are always welcome to come to Hyotei for revenge!"

"But...if you still have this strength, you don't even have the qualifications to step into the Hyotei Tennis Club!"

"With Tezuka's strength, he actually has to drag you guys to fight in the national competition... I feel sorry for him!"

After the words fell, Momoshiro Takeshi's complexion changed again.

But Atobe Keigo has followed in Kitagawa's footsteps and left the range of the street court together.

And the people around the street court also looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Is this the strength of Hyotei's new minister... It is as expected! His strength is definitely at the national level!"

"No, no, no! I don't think it's that simple! I'm afraid he really defeated Atobe Keigo head-on to become Minister Hyotei! Kitagawa is definitely a top existence at the national level!"

"National class in the first grade... Where did this monster come from!!"

"By comparison... Seigaku, I thought he was very powerful before! Now it seems that the gap between genius and genius is not so big!"

"Genius?! In front of this Kitagawa, what kind of genius is this Seigaku kid?! Didn't you hear what Atobe Keigo said? It's just a serve machine!"

"Hahaha!! The more I think about this description, the more appropriate it becomes!"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! That kid hasn't left yet!"

"What are you afraid of? Why don't you let people tell you about your poor strength? Anyway, Seigaku is really ashamed and thrown home!"

 …

When Tachibana was talking about taunting Echizen Ryoma and Momoshiro Takeshi, she had already left the street court quickly.

The strength shown by Kitagawa and Atobe Keigo today is too terrifying.

And Momoshiro Takeshi didn't care about the anger of those who made trouble, and rushed to the side of Echizen Ryoma, who was kept in a sluggish state after being blocked by Kitagawa for 5 minutes.

"Echizen! How are you? You wake up!"

"Ah...Senior A Tao! I...I'm fine! I'm just a little...tired!"

Echizen Ryoma, who was "awakened" by Momoshiro Takeshi, regained a little gleam in his eyes, but it was obvious that the whole person had been depressed to an extreme.

As he said that, he even forgot to take his tennis bag, and stumbled towards the outside of the court.

Seeing this, Momoshiro Takeshi couldn't help covering his forehead, feeling a headache.

He couldn't see it, losing this game with too much gap directly made Echizen Ryoma's mentality unbalanced.

To put it simply, he was beaten to autism.

As a senior, he quickly picked up his tennis bag and the opponent's bag, and chased in the direction the opponent left.

He now just hopes that Echizen Ryoma will get some sleep tonight and he will be able to adjust his state.

Don't compromise your performance at tomorrow's regional qualifiers!

otherwise.......

Momoshiro Takeshi didn't know how to face coach Ryūzaki Sumire and minister Tezuka Kunimitsu's questioning.

After all, it was his idea to find a street court to play tonight! ! !

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