"Year 1 again? The freshmen this year are really amazing."
"Again? What do you mean?"
"Didn't you know? I heard that there were a few good first-years in the other courses, and many of the second and third-years lost badly.”
"Is the weather going to change this year?"
The surrounding people looked at Tezuka and were somewhat speechless.
In other places, people like Ninji Yushi, Xiangri Yueman, and Minghu Liang also started to enter their sights.
Unknowingly, it was already afternoon.
Dark Cloud's final match had begun.
His opponent was Kuroda Bizo, who had just been promoted from Year 2 to Year 3 this year. He was also a member of the second team of the Ice Emperor's tennis club.
"The match begins. At the end of the game, it is the serve game of Kazumi.”
As soon as the referee finished speaking, the match officially began.
At this moment, more and more people began to gather here to watch this competition that concerned the main selection.
Pa, pa, pa, pa.
Dim Cloud slapped the tennis ball a few times and then threw it high up.
Bang!
Whoosh.
The tennis ball landed on the ground and flew out of the court.
“15-0。”
The referee announced the score.
"Hiss, so fast."
"I didn't see it clearly at all."
"Is this the true strength of junior Fuuma?”
Although it was just an ordinary serve, it was beyond the understanding of the ordinary members of the Ice Emperor's tennis club.
Kuroda Bezo, who was Youyun's opponent, had a deeper feeling.
At this moment, he felt an invisible pressure pressing down on his body, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Impossible. He's only a first grade. It's impossible for him to be so strong.”
Kuroda Bezo's face began to sweat.
Looking at Kuroda Bezo's performance, Dark Cloud could not help but shake his head.
He couldn't even handle this little bit of pressure. It was no wonder that Atobe and the others didn't choose their main team members from the second team.
If the second team was at this level, Frost King would be defeated by the other schools when he entered the Kanto Tournament.
"How boring. Let's end this quickly.”
Dim Cloud was not prepared to continue playing.
Bang!
“30-0。”
Bang!
“40-0。”
Bang!
"Game, Wind meets Dark Clouds, 1-0.”
2-0。
3-0.
......
"The match has ended. The score is 6-0. The winner is Feng Jian Youyun.”
Dim Cloud packed up his racket and left the court. As expected, he had already secured his spot as the main candidate.
His opponent, Kuroda Bezo, had long lost the desire to resist. He fell to the ground and panted heavily.
"How terrifying. This first grade actually got the main selection spot.”
"It ended so quickly. It shouldn't have even been ten minutes.”
"I have to say, Kuroda is really unlucky.”
After You Yun left, the onlookers finally could not hold it in anymore.
......
What happened on the field had nothing to do with Dim Cloud.
At this moment, Dim Cloud was looking for Atobe, Tezuka, and the others. If their match had not ended, he could take a look.
"Who is competing here? Why are there so many people?”
Suddenly, Dim Cloud found a tennis court that was almost completely surrounded. It seemed that Atobe was playing a game, so he quickly walked over.
"It's indeed Atobe. It seems like it's the last match.”
After Dark Cloud approached, he saw the two people who were playing on the field.
One of them was Atobe. Opposite him was a young man with long brown hair. He looked like a first-year student.
"Who is this person?"
You Yun frowned. She had no impression of this long-haired youth in her mind.
"Could it be Ming Hu Liang?"
You Yun carefully identified it and finally recognized it.
It was no wonder that Dark Cloud did not recognize him. It was because the image of Ryo's short hair and hat in his third year was too deep in his memory.
Dim Cloud looked at the scoreboard. At this time, the score between the two was 1:1.
Although the score was the same, the situation on the field wasn't very good for Minghu.
"Run for me."
With a backhand swing, Atobe hit the tennis ball to the left baseline of Meihu.
"Damn it."
Ming Hu gritted his teeth, exerted strength in his legs, and ran quickly. Finally, he caught the tennis ball at the last moment.
He had just been moved to the right end line by Atobe the last time. If it weren't for his fast footwork and the fact that Atobe had played this trick for two whole games, he might not have been able to catch it.
Atobe's speed was also very fast, and he appeared in front of the tennis ball in a flash.
"Run faster."
Atobe's racket hit the tennis ball hard.
Bang!
The tennis ball shot through the court like a sharp arrow and smashed heavily on the right end line of the Minghu.
Minghu quickly turned around and ran toward the right end line again, but he was still a step too late. He could only watch the tennis ball fly out of the court.
"Game, Atobe Keigo, 2-1.”
The referee immediately announced the score.
"Atobe."
Ming Hu roared, feeling extremely aggrieved.
If Atobe had only used his own strength to defeat him, or even crush him, he would have accepted it.
However, Atobe using such tactics against him made him feel like Atobe was toying with him.
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