The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Atsushi was about to leave when he suddenly heard someone behind him calling him.

“Ziyuan-kun, this is for you.”

Atsushihara looked back and saw that it was Tetsuya Kuroko.

Kuroko’s sense of existence is too low, no wonder he hasn’t seen it all the time.

Looking closely, Kuroko Tetsuya held a leather band in his hand and handed it to Atsushi Shihara.

The person next to him looked at Tetsuya Kuroko very suspiciously.

After all, where will there be boys with leather bands with tied hair, it is still pink.

Kuroko Tetsuya explained with a gentle expression.

“This was given to me by Momoi-san before I came to U17.”

Atsushi Shihara looked at the pink leather band and took it without hesitation.

After the change, the game continues.

And Atsushi Shihara rarely blew up his long purple hair.

The hair before somewhat affected his vision, but now the whole audience has become very clear.

Shintaro Midorima saw Atsushi Shihara’s series of actions and said to himself in a deep voice.

“Ziyuan is finally going to get serious.”

Returning to the court, Atsushi Shihara’s expression was particularly serious.

His eyes were not as lazy as before, as if a lion that had been sleeping for a long time slowly waking up.

“Ahhh~~ Let’s start, red-haired ghost, it’s your turn to serve~~”

Although his appearance has been a lot clearer, his voice is still a little lazy.

Oni Jujiro glanced at Atsushi Shihara, still angry in his heart for the nickname of the “red-haired ghost”.

This kid must beat him down so that he can relieve his hatred.

Bang!

The powerful force spread with a muffled sound.

The serve rushed through the net and bounced violently at Atsushi Shihara’s feet.

Due to the strong impact force, it stirred up dust on the ground.

Just when the ball was about to go out of the sideline, everyone thought that Oni Jujiro would score another point.

Atsushi Shihara suddenly stretched his arm.

His very long arms, combined with the length of a tennis racket, make it easy to intercept the ball

Bang!

Return the same way back.

Oni Jujiro’s eyes were half-narrowed, revealing a little sharpness.

As if the sword was unsheathed, he cut off the tennis racket in his hand against the tennis ball.

“black……”

Without waiting for Oni Jujiro to shout out the name of his trick, Atsushi Shihara, who was ready to fight back, complained.

“Ahhh~~ play ball, what are you calling over there~~”

Oni Jujiro’s face was livid, and he was angry with the kid who had no one in his eyes.

His arms sank, his body’s center of gravity shifted, and all his strength was poured into the racket.

“Drink!!”

The ball brought out a black-red pillar of light, like a bullet towards Ziyuan Tun.

Atsushi Ziyuan had already prepared the lead shot.

He threw the racket back, then gathered up and slammed the racket at the back half of the incoming ball.

Boom!

The ball was heavy, and Atsushi Shihara frowned.

“Lower net, 15-0.”

Oni Jujiro’s two eyes were fierce as a beast, staring sharply.

His eyes were as sharp as vultures, looking at when his prey would arrive.

If you change ordinary people, under the pressure of this kind of eyes, your spiritual thoughts will be affected to some extent.

But Ziyuan Atsushi is a natural stay.

He couldn’t read the oppression and danger in Oni Jujiro’s eyes.

In other words, Ziyuan at this time was also like a fierce lion.

The aura of the two communicated on the court, colliding with each other, making the surrounding air a little thin.

Bang!

Oni Jujiro’s serve broke the Internet and took the lead.

On the opposite side, Atsushi Shihara stood still, standing in the middle of the court, and seemed to have turned into an impregnable wall.

In the face of such a tight defense, anyone’s fighting spirit will decrease.

But Oni Jujiro attacked again and again, opening a crack in Atsushi Shihara’s defense.

“Boy, you’re showing flaws!!!”

Oni Jujiro backhanded and poured the ball into Atsushi Shihara’s right rear.

This ball went directly under Atsushi Shihara’s arm, then landed on the ground and rushed out of the bottom line.

“30—0.”

“Oops, is Ziyuan-san’s defense broken?” Oishi Shuichiro couldn’t help but speak.

The other Second Army members were also worried about Atsushi Shihara on the court.

After all, Ziyuan is defending for his advantage, constantly consuming the opponent’s patience, and then attacking quickly.

But if he can’t prevent Oni Jujiro’s ball now, won’t he definitely lose?

On the court, Atsushi Shihara turned to glance at the tennis ball that fell behind him.

Then he glanced at Oni Jujiro on the other side.

Leisurely said.

“Ahhh~~ Red Haired Ghost, are you provoking me~~”

Everyone around them was silent, and a crow flew overhead.

“Ga-”

For a long time, Momocheng Wu, who reacted, said gloomily.

“What is that guy doing, that’s not a provocation at all.”

Haitang Fu also rarely stood on Taocheng Wu’s side this time and complained.

“Honestly, he probably doesn’t know what a provocation is.”

Although everyone could not understand Ziyuan Atsushi’s behavior pattern, they all laughed.

But in Akaji’s opinion, Ziyuan’s tennis has made a breakthrough compared to before.

This may be the result of the U17 training camp, or it may come from his own search.

Because he has always believed that everyone in the “Age of Miracles” has a sports talent far beyond his peers.

What’s more, Ziyuan’s own body size advantage is even more able to maximize his own talent.

If he guessed correctly, Ziyuan would surprise them next.

Catching a glimpse of Seijuro Akaji’s faint smile, Duke Watanabe next to him asked curiously.

“Hey, Akaji, were you laughing just now!”

Seijuro Akaji raised his eyes to Duke Watanabe and replied lightly.

“Uh-huh, you’re right.”

Duke Watanabe was bored with himself, so he stopped talking to Akajido.

But I was very upset.

This guy is arrogant, and the boss should not get used to him.

“Bang bang!”

“The first army won this game, 0-2.”

Oni Jujiro gasped, and his arm was a little sore from the few balls just now.

Looking at Ziyuan Tun on the opposite side, he didn’t seem to be affected at all, but just flicked his arm slightly.

Oni Jujiro frowned, always feeling that that kid could be his opponent, and his strength must be more than that.

“Ahhh~~ Is it my turn to serve again, it’s really trouble~~”

Atsushi Shihara doesn’t like to serve, so he is lazy every time he serves.

But his laziness is undoubtedly disrespect and disdain for his opponent.

Therefore, the opponent is easy to blow up.