The loss of singles 2 brought all the pressure to Shitenboji. They didn't expect to be defeated so thoroughly in the first two games.
"Leave it to me next!"
Ping Shanzhi patted Shiraishi's shoulder with a serious expression and said that he would try his best to get another chance for the person behind him.
"Ah~ Minister, you must do your best!"
Koharu and Yuji hugged each other face to face, looking at Hei Zenyuki with touched expressions.
If Ping Shanzhi wins the second singles match, they will still have a chance for Shitenhoji if they go up again.
"Yo, I'm a funny sniper who can shoot your heart!"
The style of the painting suddenly changed, and Ping Shanzhi grinned and made a very funny expression to the duo.
"Minister, you should go off the field."
Bai Shi covered his face. He wanted to complain in his heart: "Asshole, give me back the feeling I just had ..."
The people of Shitenboji played around and it seemed to make the originally heavy atmosphere much better. Wasn't it because they worked hard together with a smile that they were able to reach the top four today?
"Next, the singles match for No. 2 will begin, with Shitenhoji Taira Yoshiyuki facing Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School Mori Jusaburo."
"Both players, please come forward."
…
"I didn't expect it to be Senior Heizen..." A hint of surprise flashed in Mori Jusaburo's eyes.
"Can we safely hand over the one-on-one match to that first-year student?"
Looking across the court, Mori Jusaburo's sight suddenly locked on Shiraishi Kuranosuke who was in the center of the Shitenhoji team.
The boy's calm and composed appearance is indeed very unusual.
I changed my mind and smiled again: "It's really amazing!"
Considering the president and vice-president of Rikkai University, it is not an exaggeration to say that the young Shiraishi will become the pillar of the university.
"Besides, even I have become what I am now without realizing it..."
With a serious smile that he had never seen before, Mori Jusaburo walked onto the court.
"Minister Pingshan, long time no see~"
Smiling and extending his right hand, Maori Jusaburo looked at the "former" minister in front of him, who had a serious expression but was actually very funny.
"Hey, Maori, it looks like you're doing well at Rikkai University. Let's have a good fight."
Hei Zenzhi curled his lips slightly, smiled and greeted Mori Jusaburo.
He heard from Hara Tetsuya that the current Maori seemed to be very different from before. He felt a little emotional in his heart. Tennis is indeed a magical thing that can always change a person in some way.
"The match begins, Shitenhoji Hei Zenyuki serves, and the game ends."
After guessing the side and deciding who would serve, the two players retreated to their respective half of the court.
Snap… Snap…
"Maori boy, let me see what changes you have made..."
With a light sigh, Ping Shanzhi threw the tennis ball high into the air.
Immediately, the slender arms stretched backwards, the wheat-colored forearms slightly tensed, and the racket in his hand slammed down on the tennis ball with fierce wind pressure.
Boom!
There was a loud bang, and the tennis ball seemed to be hit by a trail of dust on the racket, and a powerful force wave emanated from the tennis ball.
"As expected of you, Senior Ping Shan. Your serve is still so penetrating."
Mao Li's eyes narrowed. He had been staring at the tennis ball and naturally noticed the unusualness of Ping Shanzhi's serve. Compared to ordinary high-pressure balls, Ping Shanzhi's arms gave the tennis ball a different force.
Tap tap...
Facing this kind of serve, Mao Li would not foolishly fight it head-on. He took a vigorous step and stepped to the point where the tennis ball landed.
He bent one knee and pushed the other backward, lowering the center of gravity of his entire body, while the arm holding the racket also stretched slightly.
"That pose is!"
Shishido Ryo, who was very sensitive to volleys, had his eyes light up.
Although Mori Jusaburo's move was not particularly standard, it was definitely a half-volley move.
This is indeed a good way to deal with tennis balls with strong spin or penetration.
Of course, this also requires a lot of wrist strength. If you want to greatly reduce the effect added by the opponent at the moment the ball hits the ground, then wrist strength is a very important test.
But is Mori Jusaburo physically deficient? The answer is, of course, no.
Although Maori Jusaburo's physical talents are not among the best, he is one of those people who understands his body very well and is good at using it.
With a bang, the moment Ping Shanzhi's tennis ball landed on the ground, before it could show its powerful force, a yellow and black racket accurately covered it.
Boom!
A yellow light flashed, and the tennis ball left a high-speed afterimage in the air.
With a smile on his face, Maori Jusaburo looked at the volley he had hit with great satisfaction.
"Ah~ I didn't expect Mori-senpai to be so serious from the beginning."
Looking at the two people fighting on the field, Niou pinched the small braid behind his head and said to the team with a smile.
"Hmph... Even though I don't like that guy, he still has some strength."
Sanada snorted coldly, without the previous sneer at Mori. Instead, he praised Mori Hisaburo in a tactful way.
Over the past month, he has observed the training attitude of Mori Jusaburo and naturally has changed his opinion of him.
Hearing Sanada's somewhat contradictory words, Niou smiled secretly in a place where no one was paying attention: "Pu Li~"
Unlike Niou who has to do some small moves every day, Yanagi Renji has been responsibly recording Mori Jusaburo's performance on the court.
"The half-volley is too large, causing the return speed to drop by 32%..."
"When I was cutting backhand, my steps were a little messy, causing a 1-second delay in returning the next ball..."
"The speed of the straight sprint is too slow, and the pace of my feet is not coordinated with my disordered breathing..."
…
One after another...
Although everyone at Rikkai University knew that Maori had national-level physical fitness, coupled with his special physical talent, he was a tough opponent even at the national level.
But in Yanagi Renji's eyes, the current Hisaburo Mori still has a lot of room for improvement. Although the previous loss to Hyotei made him reflect, there are still many details in his tennis that are terrible.
Boom!
With a precise mid-court shot, Mao Li scored another point.
"40-30"
"It's really a bit difficult, Senior Pingshan."
Mao Li smiled and spoke to Ping Shanzhi.
This was his first official competition with his former minister. Although he had the advantage, the opponent's experience was far superior to his and he kept close to the score.
"You too, I only heard about it from Yuan Zhe, but I didn't expect you to have changed so much."
Hei Zenzhi's expression was somewhat solemn. Mori Jusaburo's performance was somewhat beyond his expectations. With his current level, he was actually suppressed by Mori.
but……
"I'm here to snipe you, Maori..."
Ping Shanzhi made a pistol shape with his fingers and smiled mischievously.
That funny expression also made Maori couldn't help laughing. He was worthy of being the minister of Shitenhoji Temple. His comedy skills were so profound.
…
At the moment when Maori's attention was diverted, Ping Shanzhi lightly tapped the tennis ball.
He adopted a special posture, with the racket and the left hand holding the ball parallel to the front, his elbow bent, and his whole body tensed.
Swish.
He threw the tennis ball upwards, and then used the strength of his upper body to drive his arms, swinging the racket sideways and forward fiercely.
boom!
There was a thunderous sound from the racket, and the tennis ball flew towards Mori Jusaburo's half of the court like a bullet, with a trace of smoke and air wave.
Whoosh…
The sharp whistling sound reached my ears clearly.
"Oops……"
Maori Jusaburo thought to himself that something was not right. Just now, after his attention was distracted by Ping Zenzhi, his reaction was actually half a beat slow.
"The half volley is a little too late."
A thought flashed through his mind, and Maori had to run over quickly to give it a try.
Boom!
A violent collision came from the racket, and the sniper bullet mercilessly knocked down Maori's racket.
Snap...
A charred ball mark appeared in the middle of where he had dropped his racket.
"Shitenhoji Heizenyuki scores, the score is 40-40"
Unexpectedly, in just the first game, the two of them had already tied the score to the point where they needed to fight for points.