SFS Chapter 176: Unsolvable Problem, Phantom Style
Chapter 176: Unsolvable Problem, Phantom Style
Hear the words.
Saito Shi shook his head.
"Kurobe."
“You’ll get what you pay for.”
"Water flows to low places, people go to high places."
"If Japan can't give you what you need, don't force it."
"Just like the samurai back then, if he had stayed in Neon, how could he have become a legend?"
Compared to Kurobe Yukio, Saito Shigeru is more Buddhist.
of course.
What he said is also true.
After all, no matter who it is, the original intention of playing tennis was not to win glory for Japan.
Even many people in the Neon U-17 training camp are like this.
It's just that the secular moral constraints and the bonds between players gradually made him want to stay.
"You see clearly."
"Could it be that you've secretly prepared to change jobs?"
After a slight pause, Kurobe Yukio raised a smile and spoke softly.
How could he not understand this truth?
I just feel a little disappointed about the Japanese tennis world.
Not only does it have a deep-rooted and decadent traditional perception of respecting predecessors.
It is even impossible to review and evaluate the qualifications of tennis coaches in a junior high school tennis department.
in short.
This is like a teacher who wants to educate students without having the corresponding certificate.
It can be said to be uneven.
The most typical examples are Ryuuzaki Sumire from Seigakuen and Saotome Harumi from Okinawa Higa.
In this situation, it really all depends on luck to meet someone who is lucky and talented.
This is also the fundamental problem of Japanese tennis, which is still half-empty.
"The U-17 World Cup and the U-17 training camp will eventually change the model."
“Tradition can never survive for long amidst the tide of the times.”
Instead of directly answering Kurobe Yukio's words, Saito Shizuo made two philosophical remarks for the first time.
Just at this time.
There were bursts of broadcasting sounds coming from the stadium.
"Drip drip!"
"Next up is the Kanto Tournament, Court A, first round, fifth game, singles match."
"Kamijo Reiji from the Johsei Shonan team vs. Kitagawa from the Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School team."
"Both teams, please take your positions!"
As the sound fell.
"Beichuan! Beichuan! Beichuan!"
All of a sudden.
Waves of cheers and shouts rang out around the stadium.
There is no such thing as a middle school title, nor any exaggerated slogans.
Some are just two words - Beichuan!
Although Beichuan has only had a few real competitions since he came to Japan.
One is the Kakigizaka Youth Tennis Tournament, and the other is the Kanagawa District Qualifier.
It can even be said that the current Kanto Tournament is the moment when it truly stands on the huge stage.
But the brilliance will never be covered by the darkness.
"Humph!"
Although I did get a certain degree of comfort from Aoi Hanamura.
But Reiji Kamishiro is still very hostile towards Kitagawa.
At this moment, looking at the whole audience supporting each other, a strong malice seemed to burst out in his cold eyes.
“Tsk~!”
"Senior, could you please stop looking at me with such a protective look?"
next moment.
As Beichuan walked to the net.
He grinned and said cheerfully.
"I will completely destroy you!!!"
For an instant.
Kamishiro Reiji's gaze became extremely cruel.
It was as if his reverse scale had been touched.
"Can you change the sentence?"
"My ears are almost callused from listening to it."
The smile on his lips grew wider and wider, and Beichuan spoke rather venomously.
He also used his left little finger to pick his ears.
There was a sharp glint in his eyes.
"Rubbish!"
Looking at Kitagawa who was so close, Reiji Kamishiro's eyes flickered, and he clenched and unclenched the racket in his hand again and again.
It was as if hesitating whether to swing the racket directly at Beichuan's head.
but.
In the end he endured it.
Because if he did that, it would indirectly prove that he is not the most perfect work of Aoi Hanamura.
"Kamijo Reiji of the Shonan team is serving."
"Game start!"
The referee on the podium frowned as he stared at Reiji Kamishiro as he completed the guessing process.
Then he blew the whistle loudly at the first moment.
Having been a referee for so many years, how could he not see the other party's intentions?
If that situation really happens.
Not to mention Reiji Kamishiro, even he would probably be implicated.
There are already thousands of fans of Beichuan alone.
If everyone attacks together, the consequences are hard to imagine.
"hehe......"
Kitagawa looked at Reiji Kamishiro deeply, and then walked towards the receiving position on his own.
As for Reiji Kamishiro, he turned around expressionlessly and walked towards the serving position.
But he met Huacun Aoi's warning gaze head-on.
It seemed as if she was dissatisfied with his actions just now.
creak!
The palm holding the racket exerted force instantly, and the veins, blood vessels, and muscles were particularly clear at this moment.
Then turn around quickly.
He just started hitting the tennis ball.
【Coach Huacun...】
I will prove it!
The next moment.
Reiji Kamishiro threw the tennis ball in his hand directly into the air.
The whole person then made an ordinary serving posture.
boom!
Following a crisp impact sound, the tennis ball shot straight towards the opposite side.
Even the ball was heading towards Beichuan.
No matter how you look at it, this shot was just a flat serve that wasn't particularly powerful.
"What? Is this the strength of the Shonan Johsei team's singles player? And yet he keeps trash-talking? Don't you even consider your own abilities?"
"It was a flat serve with very slow speed and power. If it was just short, it would have been GG. I didn't expect to see such a car accident at the Kanto tournament."
"..."
Look at this ball.
The onlookers immediately booed.
And the next moment.
"It's too deliberate."
On the court, Beichuan shook his head and said softly without any emotion.
How could he not see that this was Reiji Kamishiro's phantom style of play?
The same posture can be used to hit the ball with different powers and spins to confuse the opponent.
If this happens to a regular opponent, using a short ball to return the ball will inevitably fail because the force is too weak.
You might even get hurt by a bouncing tennis ball.
But for Beichuan.
This kind of fighting style really has no effect on Reiji Kamishiro.
Not to mention that the other party was being too deliberate due to anger and jealousy.
After all, the skill of playing the ball also depends on the strength of the player.
Followed by.
Beichuan held the racket with one hand, stood still, and made a flat hitting posture.
Then, when the sound of a tennis ball falling to the ground was heard, he swung it out fiercely.
boom!
In an instant.
A flash of light passed by.
Boom!
call out!
Between the lightning and flint.
The tennis ball hit Reiji Kamishiro's cheek and went out of bounds.