SFS Chapter 156 Fake 'brothers' VS real father and son, Longma's proof, ball skills - Sca
Chapter 156 Fake 'brothers' VS real father and son, Longma's proof, ball skills - Sca
next moment.
Kitagawa looked at the Sasabe father and son, and grinned with a very sunny smile.
"Two uncles, do you dare to play doubles with us?"
After the words fell.
The Sasabes and their son looked at each other.
"hehe......"
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"It doesn't matter whether you are a real young master or a fake young master."
"My Meguro golden retriever will show you what tennis is all about!"
A gold tooth gleamed in the sunlight.
Sasabe's father agreed immediately.
"..."
As for Sasabe.
At this moment, his expression kept changing.
Obviously, he still remembers his experience at the Persimmon Wood Tennis Park.
But then I thought about it.
His father was right next to him, even though he couldn't beat Kitagawa and Echizen Ryoma on the opposite side.
But my father certainly can.
The next moment, his mood turned from gloomy to sunny.
It was as if he had already seen the scene of Kitagawa and Echizen Ryoma being tortured and crying.
"Coach Kato?"
"Can you act as a temporary referee?"
Without paying any further attention to the other party, Kitagawa turned to look at Coach Kato who was still in a state of outage.
"oh oh!"
"Of course no problem!"
Suddenly awakened, Coach Kato immediately ran towards the referee's seat on the field.
Facing Beichuan who acquired the Qingchuntai Tennis Club, he dared not be negligent in the slightest.
And the other side.
"I remember Ryoma always seemed to want to defeat Kitagawa."
"How come Shui Lingling and the other party have become a tacit doubles team now?"
Horio Satoshi looked at Kitagawa and Echizen Ryoma who were silent on the court, and he felt a little confused.
"I always feel like Kitagawa is Ryoma's older brother."
"Well, brothers vs. father and son."
Katsuo Mizuno thought for a long time and then uttered these two sentences with a stammer.
"Aren't you worried they'll lose?"
Katsuo Kato looked at the two of them a little nervously and asked with some confusion.
"How could I lose?"
"An old man who keeps talking about how he won the runner-up in the national sports competition in high school, and a little Karami who gets beaten up repeatedly."
"I feel like with my two and a half years of playing experience, I can fight two people at once!"
Horio Satoshi was already unhappy with the Sasabe father and son.
Now that he has the confidence, his speech is so "brilliant".
Just at this time.
Tsk tsk...
Bang!
The handle of the racket fell directly to the ground and headed towards Kitagawa and Echizen Ryoma.
"The Sichuan Bei Ma Long combination serves."
"Game start!"
Coach Kato blew the starting whistle directly.
"Tsk..."
"It's better to keep the opponent serving."
Beichuan couldn't help but curl his lips and mutter to himself at this result.
After all, this is like an invisible finishing blow, which makes people speechless.
"Then I serve?"
Looking at Kitagawa with a little confusion, Echizen Ryoma asked softly.
"..."
Beichuan remained silent.
But he still walked straight to the receiving position.
Not long after.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Accompanied by a series of crisp collision sounds.
Standing near the center line of the serving area, Echizen Ryoma put his feet shoulder-width apart, his body facing the net sideways, and his center of gravity on his back foot.
Next, gently lift the ball with your non-racket hand, while the arm of your racket hand is naturally bent and the racket is pointing to the ground.
As the ball is thrown into the air and reaches a certain height.
Echizen Ryoma shifted his weight to his front foot, bending his knees at the same time.
Then, as the ball descends to the sweet spot, he uses his waist as the axis and uses the power of his legs to push off the ground, driving his shoulders and torso to rotate forward rapidly, straightening his arms and accelerating his swing.
He completed his serve only after the racket touched the tennis ball at a certain angle.
Although there is not much pressure from the current opponent.
But after all, I played doubles with Kitagawa.
In addition, when he played against Takahiro Kabaji in the Tokyo Metropolitan Conference, his opponent left the field and disappeared.
So at this moment, Echizen Ryoma attaches great importance to this game.
It's not just to prove my own growth, but also to feel Beichuan's growth.
boom!
As the tennis ball leaves the racket.
A stream of light flashed past.
In a flash, it passed the net and headed straight for the scoring area.
"Kid."
"This time, I will turn you all into pig heads!"
Sasabe sneered and ran towards where the tennis ball landed.
Boom!
boom!
A series of rings rang out.
The ball was successfully returned by him.
The tennis ball then headed towards the net.
"Uncle Butala."
"It's too slow. I can't even warm up like this!"
next moment.
Look closely.
I saw that Beichuan had already arrived at the location where the tennis ball would land.
While talking.
He swung the racket in his hand hard.
boom!
He barely stayed for a second.
The tennis ball went over the net again.
"There's no tennis ball my Meguro golden retriever can't catch!"
Tsk tsk...
Move sideways quickly and apply the foot brake.
Sasabe's father quickly appeared on the tennis court's side.
A grin revealed gold teeth.
At the same time, the racket in his hand is swung out.
But the moment the tennis ball touched the racket, he obviously felt a little bit of difficulty.
Without any hesitation, he placed his other hand on the handle of the racket.
boom!
After a moment of stalemate, they managed to fight back successfully.
However, the speed and power of this ball were quite good.
Therefore, the tennis ball that was hit back was also very fast.
"Kitagawa."
"Okay."
"This is my first step out of the shadow of the warrior!"
Echizen Ryoma performed a basic one-legged short-step state and rushed towards the tennis ball at a rapid speed.
Faintly.
There was a different aura emanating from him.
It looks like the orange color under the sunset.
It is like the blood scattered by thousands of troops.
If I have to describe it.
More like a Crimson Swordsman then.
Slurp...
When dust and air waves are flying.
Echizen Ryoma came to the path that tennis players must take.
There were ripples in her eyes, a hint of blush filling them.
Stop and stare.
The racket in his hand gathered momentum like a sword.
The aura around him was like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, boiling in an instant.
Flashes of sharp edges kept bursting out all around.
Ding!
All of a sudden.
A long and clear sword chant sounded.
At this moment, Ryoma Echizen swung the racket in his hand.
"Crimson!"
Whisper softly.
He turned around and walked towards the serving position.
at the same time.
boom!
call out!
boom! ! !
In a flash.
The tennis ball seemed to turn into a sword beam dozens of meters long and pierced straight through the opposite court.
A ravine gradually emerged from the dust.
And above this ravine, Sasabe trembled.