The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Oni Jujiro’s face immediately became gloomy.

Several pound signs instantly erupted on his forehead.

The anger in his heart instantly rushed up.

What the hell is the red-haired ghost, what a damn nickname is this …

Several junior high school students of the Second Army saw Oni Jujiro looking angry and wanted to eat people, and pinched a handful of sweat for Atsushi Shihara.

Atsushi Shihara yawned, looked like he hadn’t woken up, and said lazily.

“Ah~~~So the most troublesome thing about the competition~~”

Sanada Kenichiro couldn’t bear it anymore, and shouted at Atsushi Shihara and urged.

“Don’t rub Ziyuan! Beat him and I’ll buy you snacks!! ”

Kirihara Chi, who was standing next to Sanada, was also startled by his roar.

He rubbed his ears and whispered.

“It’s really rare to see Vice Minister Sanada so scrapgy.”

Seiichi Yukimura’s lilac eyes moved slightly, and said softly.

“However, I can’t imagine that Sanada is so willing to pay your blood, I remember that your club activity fee has not yet been paid.”

Hearing Yukimura say this, Sanada Senichiro turned his face away.

Then pretending not to hear it, he continued to cheer for Atsushi Ziyuan.

“Come on Ziyuan, fight for the honor of the Second Army!!”

The louder Sanada shouted, the more it indicated that his heart was weak.

On the field, the game officially began.

“The match starts, three sets and two wins, and the second team Ziyuan serves.”

When Atsushi Shihara arrived, he still looked sleepy-eyed.

He gripped his racket listlessly and threw the tennis ball into the air.

Then, at the moment of hitting the ball, his half-open eyes suddenly shone.

Boom!

As soon as the serve came out, the people on the sidelines were disappointed.

“What, is it just an ordinary serve, I thought there was something great.”

“Is Ziyuan really okay, I always feel a little uneasy.” Takashi Kawamura sighed.

Oni Jujiro on the opposite side was very angry when he saw his opponent make such an ordinary serve.

He roared and snapped his serve back.

“What a joke, give me a good game!!”

Atsushi Shihara stood still, standing in place, and with his size advantage, intercepted Oni Jujiro’s return shot.

His defense seems effortless, but even a master like Oni Jujiro is difficult to disintegrate quickly.

Therefore, the Oni Jujiro on the field was full of firepower and met Atsushi Shihara, who was lazy and unwilling to play.

Like a burning fire, it meets a basin of cold water.

Soon, Oni Jujiro’s heat was all extinguished.

His pace slowed down and his offensive was not as fierce as before.

Only the constant sound of hitting the ball was heard, followed by footsteps and breathing.

The spectators watched the game with no enthusiasm.

Irie sneered a little gloatingly.

“The ghost is really pitiful, I think he doesn’t want to compete anymore.”

Tokugawa Kazuya had a different view.

His calm voice sounded, breaking Irie’s ease and calmness.

“The ghost is now restrained by that purple-haired one.”

Bang bang!

Seeing that the ball was about to land and score, it was still perfectly intercepted by Atsushi Zihara, who had long hands and legs.

Atsushi Shihara yawned and said lazily.

“Ahhh~~ It’s such a boring game, doesn’t it mean that the red-haired ghost is very strong, the green boy really deceives ~~”

Oni Jujiro heard the other party’s provocative words, and his eyes became fierce and terrifying.

His long red hair stood up as if it had exploded, and the aura of his whole body became powerful.

Oni Jujiro lowered his head and shouted coldly.

“You smelly brat, is the red-haired ghost you called!”

“Oops, the ghost is angry…” The high school students couldn’t help but step back, afraid that they would be affected in a moment.

When ordinary people see the appearance of ghosts, they are afraid.

But Ziyuan Atsushi is not afraid of death.

He is naturally stupid and does not know what the ghost’s reaction represents.

However, what the ghost had just said made him feel a little wary.

Atsushi Ziyuan’s hand holding the racket loosened slightly, and said lazily.

“Ahhh~~ Are you trying to challenge me, be careful if I pinch you~~”

Shintaro Midorima covered his face, indicating that he couldn’t look.

Fumita Marui next to him said with a confused look.

“That guy from Ziyuan doesn’t know what he said, it’s too bold to pinch people like this!”

Bang bang!

Boom!

The pace on the pitch is much faster than before.

Atsushi Shibara came to the middle from the back of the court and hit back with all the balls.

Oni Jujiro on the opposite side was not to be outdone.

He always hits the ball with a low roar and is full of momentum.

Bang bang!

15—15.

30—30.

40—40.

The two were on par in score.

“Drink!!”

“Little ghost—”

“Look at me, black· Jack……”

Oni Jujiro jumped upwards and poured an aggressive ball into the half where Atsushi Shihara was.

Atsushi Ziyuan was hit by that ball, and his wrist was also subject to strong fluctuations.

But he didn’t even frown.

Picking up the racket, Atsushi Shihara was completely unaffected and continued to send the ball out.

“Drink!!”

Oni Jujiro struck another powerful blow and won the first game.

Everyone exhaled deeply.

Momojo said with a wry smile.

“This game has been played for a really long time…”

Atsushi Zihara rubbed his somewhat paralyzed wrist and walked out of the court.

During the change of scene, Atsushi Shihara stopped as he passed by Seiichi Yukimura.

“Ah~~ Can you lend me a leather band that ties my hair~~”

Seiichi Yukimura thought he wanted to say something, but after hearing this, his face changed slightly.

And Kirihara Chi next to him also reprimanded angrily.

“Are you an idiot, how can our captain have such a thing!!!”

But before Kirihara Akaya finished speaking, he saw Seiichi Yukimura reach into his clothes pocket.

Seeing Yukimura’s action, Akaya Kirihara’s face was in disbelief.

He couldn’t help but take a step back and asked.

“The team… Captain, you shouldn’t really have that kind of thing…”

Seiichi Yukimura took out his hand and unfolded it in front of Atsushi Shihara.

But his white palm was nothing, empty.

“Ah~~No~~” Seiichi Yukimura looked at the anger on Atsushi Shihara’s face and said in his tone.

On the side, Kirihara Chiya silently wiped his sweat.

He said in his heart, Yukimura was indeed a black-bellied person.