PDLP Chapter 48: A Big Gamble, One Goal Lost, Atobe's Elegance
Chapter 48: A Big Gamble, One Goal Lost, Atobe's Elegance
"this......"
“It’s like I’ve been given a shot of chicken blood!”
The regular players from Hyotei Academy, who were originally watching the game with a watch-the-show mentality, were all dumbfounded at this moment.
After all, there are very few times when Keigo Atobe can exert his full strength to this extent.
"This junior is so amazing!"
“All the basic tennis skills come easily to me.”
Even Akutagawa Jiro, who particularly admired Marui Bunta, was looking closely at Kitagawa on the field at this moment, without any sign of sleepiness at all.
"indeed."
“He’s really strong!”
Yuushi Oshitari no longer leaned against the wall, but walked over here.
Now, his eyes are extremely serious.
It was as if I saw some monster-like existence.
As the referee, Mamoru Inoue's senses were obviously more profound than others.
"As expected of a young man who can defeat the son of a samurai."
"Even when facing the Ice Emperor, he showed no signs of weakness."
"It's hard to imagine how strong Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School will be in this year's Kanto Tournament and National Tournament..."
At the moment he lost consciousness.
A tennis ball flashed past him.
The speed was so fast that it was as if it had never happened.
"So fast!"
A character "川" seemed to be engraved between Atobe Keigo's eyebrows, and it was still developing in a twisted trend.
call!
Even though the eyes saw the blurry trajectory of the tennis ball.
But there was still no time to react.
It just passed by the ends of his hair.
"Uncle?"
"I scored."
Kitagawa slowly retracted his limbs, grinned, and shouted directly to Inoue Mamoru.
At the same time, he pointed at the tennis ball bouncing behind Atobe Keigo.
"oh oh!"
"Valid ball!"
"0-40!"
"Kitagawa-san scores!"
Suddenly waking up, Mamoru Inoue immediately looked over there.
Then he announced the results loudly.
"Senior Atobe, would you like to add some notes?"
Followed by.
Kitagawa shifted his gaze to Keigo Atobe opposite him with a half-smile.
"How do you add?"
His eyes were still scanning Beichuan's body.
Even at this time, Atobe Keigo still did not give up the idea of seeing through Kitagawa's weakness.
"One goal determines the outcome."
"As long as Senior Atobe can catch the next ball, I lose."
"Not only did the giant ship give way, but we even swam back to Kanagawa as a group."
"of course."
"If Atobe-senpai loses."
"Then it's you who will swim back to Kanagawa."
After stretching, Kitagawa spoke to Keigo Atobe as if he had just finished warming up.
At this moment, even the regular players of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School have been training like this for more than several days.
But it is still more than ten kilometers away from Kanagawa.
If I really swim back.
It will take at least six hours.
"..."
All of a sudden.
The look in Keigo Atobe's eyes when he looked at Kitagawa kept changing, and he seemed particularly conflicted.
In fact.
In his opinion.
If he is allowed to score, there may indeed be problems given the current situation.
But as for catching the ball, it’s not like I haven’t caught it before.
However, if he accepted this proposal, regardless of winning or losing, the proud Atobe Keigo would find it difficult to accept it.
However, the brief confrontation with Beichuan just now made him a little more sober.
If he continues, the risk that Keigo Atobe will take will be extremely huge.
"Inhale...exhale..."
After taking a few deep breaths.
"That's what you said!"
Without any further hesitation, Atobe Keigo directly agreed to the proposal.
Immediately.
boom!
boom!
boom!
The sound of tennis rackets hitting each other rose again.
At this moment, Keigo Atobe's eyes seemed almost locked on Kitagawa.
The aura of the whole person became stronger and stronger.
It was like gusts of cold wind accompanied by ice crystals.
Crunch!
The palm of the hand tightly grasps the handle of the racket, the muscles of the arm gradually bulge, and the blue veins and blood vessels are clearly visible.
The gaze fixed for a moment.
Grab the bouncing tennis ball and throw it into the air.
Guide, bounce, backswing, swing.
The whole process went smoothly.
After a bang was produced from the racket face.
The tennis ball shot towards Beichuan's blind spot like an ice crystal cannonball.
Faintly, it seemed as if a frost and ice storm were following closely.
no doubt.
Although Keigo Atobe agreed to Kitagawa's proposal.
But his pride still drove him to score directly with an ace.
Maybe that's all.
This is a relatively acceptable end to this reckless gamble.
"Atobe-senpai."
“When you try to see through your opponent’s weaknesses, your opponent is also trying to see through your weaknesses.”
"Blind persistence will only expose your weaknesses to your opponent without any concealment!"
Beichuan seemed to flash, and before the tennis ball passed the gap, he had already appeared at the predicted landing point of the tennis ball.
In fact.
Although Keigo Atobe is sometimes really narcissistic and arrogant.
But in the final analysis, he is just a proud guy.
It was just like the match between him and Kunimitsu Tezuka of Seigakuen in the Kanto Tournament in the original work.
Focus on the opponent's weaknesses and keep hitting them hard.
But in the end, not only did it fail to bring real victory to Hyotei Academy, it even caused him to feel guilty.
Boom!
next moment.
The tennis ball hits the ground.
The racket held in Kitagawa's right hand has also been placed on the left side of his body.
The racket frame points diagonally to the ground behind you, the racket head points in the opposite direction, and the racket face is opposite to the side of your body.
At the same time, step forward with your right foot, touch the ground with your left toes, and lower your body forward and downward.
It was like a scarlet swordsman facing the doomsday ice storm.
Vaguely.
A stream of bright gray air gradually spread around Beichuan.
"Thunder cut!"
Tsk!
Between the lightning and flint.
Beichuan lashed out with his sword.
The frost crystal that was originally following closely seemed to have its fate cut off, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The tennis ball in the frost also disappeared without a trace.
quiet!
It was like the pause button was suddenly pressed.
"Valid ball!"
"Kitagawa-san scores!"
"1-0!"
After a brief silence, Inoue Mamoru's voice rang out.
The silence was broken in an instant.
Atobe Keigo looked at the long, straight, charred mark behind him and stood there in a daze.
“Lost???”
"The giant ship lost just like that?"
Akutagawa Jiro swallowed his saliva, and even thought that he was hallucinating because he was not fully awake, and subconsciously pinched his cheeks.
After feeling the pain, the first thing he looked at was Keigo Atobe.
It's not just him, the other regular students of Hyotei Academy are the same.
"Uncle Inoue, Miss Saori."
"I'm sorry I can't continue to give you a ride."
however.
Although the defeat was certain, Keigo Atobe showed a very elegant smile at this time and said to Mamoru Inoue and Saori Shiba.
Obviously, even if he loses, he doesn't want to be a miserable clown.