[Mainnet King] It’s not too much to use magic to play ball, right?

Protracted warfare has always been Atobe's area of ​​expertise. But today is indeed a little different. Because of some previous actions, Atobe's left foot was sprained.

And Irie, who keenly noticed that Atobe's left foot seemed to be injured, deliberately hit the ball to the front, back, left, and right of the court, in order to mobilize Atobe to run around the court. Atobe, who was teased by Irie, now also tasted what he had been doing before. What it's like to be hunted by those opponents.

"Since just now, the whole place has been mobilized to run around..."

"His injury has been completely locked~"

……

The junior high school students in the stands were whispering.

Atobe on the field knew that it was Irie's trap, but he still had to follow the opponent's request.

"Come on... this time it's the front~" Irie looked relaxed, but when he saw Atobe pause suddenly, he asked with some evil intentions: "Are you okay? This will hurt~ "

"boom--"

"You...you annoying guy!" Hearing Irie's words, Atobe's expression became even more ugly. He swung the racket hard to hit the ball back.

"boom--"

"Okay, okay~" Irie shrugged helplessly, then looked at Atobe and said, "Then, let's catch the ball!"

"boom--"

……

On the court, seeing Irie's extremely relaxed and completely stress-free look, Atobe became even more angry. He thought to himself: A protracted war is what I want!

"boom--"

"Atobe score, 187-187"

As the game progressed, the score between the two sides came to a terrifying 187 to 187.

"What's going on with this tie-break?"

"The deciding game is too long!"

……

"When I competed with the military advisor... that senior didn't seem as scary as he is now! Puri~" Niou said with a sigh as he looked at Irie in the field.

Liu Renji on the side was silent, mentally judging the gap between himself and the other party, and guessing that maybe the current Irie was still acting.

So I hate this type of opponent! Liu Mian's face remained expressionless as always, but he had already begun to complain in his heart. And he made up his mind to rope in Yukimura and Amamiya Arashi for special training.

There was a strong desire to compete in Yanagi's unseen eyes. He, like Yukimura and the others, challenged the seniors when they first entered school. He would never allow himself to be the weakest among the four.

……

On the court, seeing Atobe dragging his injured left foot, unwilling to give up even one goal even if he felt the pain, Irie was very puzzled. He asked in confusion, "Why are you so full of fighting spirit? Classmate..."

Atobe didn't reply, but he did think of Tezuka in his heart.

It turns out that the ‘pillar’ responsibility you carried in the past was so heavy! Tezuka...

Atobe looked at the ball that Irie hit. Although he was deep in thought, his body kept running around following the ball.

"That's it!"

"boom--"

"End it!"

"boom--"

"..." Seeing the ball that he tried to end the game many times, but was hit back every time, Irie gradually felt the irritability. He shouted in a broken voice, "(*-`w′-) Didn't I always say it's over? It’s over!!!”

"boom--"

"I see... your acting skills are very realistic now!" Atobe, who had learned his lesson and now guessed that Irie was still acting, hit Irie's ball back again.

In response to Atobe's return ball, Irie hit the ball directly to the baseline.

Looking at the seemingly unreachable ball, Atobe twisted his body, pushed his right leg on the ground, and flew directly from the low sky, shouting: "I will definitely fulfill the promise!" Tezuka!"

At this moment, Tezuka, who was waiting for the bus that was delayed due to snowfall outside the U17 base, also looked up at the position where Atobe was playing. He seemed to have heard Atobe's words, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

……

"boom--"

"Boom-"

"pat-"

Atobe managed to hit the ball back, but he also fell directly to the ground, but the racket was still firmly in his hand.

"What? Is this the end...Forget it, I'm really scared of you..." Seeing Atobe working so hard, Irie sighed helplessly and did not catch the ball again. He threw the racket first. When he got to the ground, he covered his usual racket-holding arm with his other hand and looked like he was injured.

Then he said to the referee with a low tone and dark eyes: "I can't lift my arm anymore... This is really a wonderful game..."

Although the referee and some high school students could not judge the authenticity of Irie's words, considering that he, as a player, had said so himself, the referee had no intention of interfering too much, so he followed Irie's wishes and announced the end of the game.

"Because both sides are unable to compete, this match is now ruled invalid!"

After the referee declared the game invalid, the on-field broadcast rang, and the voice of Coach Kurobe came from inside.

"The team reshuffle match between Court No. 3 and Court No. 5 was invalid because both sides had two wins, two losses, and one match, so an extra singles match was added to determine the winner."

"Oh! Do you want a playoff?"

"Those junior high school students are quite capable..."

"It seems that I still underestimated them before..."

After hearing the broadcast, personnel who had completed training at several other courts came to the center court one after another, intending to watch the next extra game.

"Now, one representative from each court will be selected for a singles match," the voice on the radio continued.

"Looking at the candidates, who would be better..." Fuji began to think about the existing personnel.

"I……"

"I'll come, I'll come..."

……

In the stands, some junior high school students on Court No. 5 who had never played and were confident in their abilities were vying for spots.

"...Give me a moment..." Gui lowered his head and stood up, pushing aside several people who were fighting for spots in front of him, and walked onto the court.

When he passed by the junior high school students, they heard the words "I will play this game" coming from his mouth.

Unlike Court No. 5, which had the strongest goalkeeper, Oni Jujiro, Court No. 3 only fielded a high school student of average strength.

As you can imagine, Ghost easily won the extra round with an absolute advantage of six to zero without even using any moves.

"It's amazing... let alone one point, he didn't even concede a single goal..." The junior high school student who watched the game intently couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"His strength... seems to be far greater than others." Atobe, who had recovered a little strength, changed from lying on the chair to sitting. Through this game and his own intuition, he vaguely felt It's not easy to get to the ghost.

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