69novels Chapter 150 The Loser Returns
Chapter 150 The Loser Returns
Chapter 150 The Loser Returns
"Bang!"
Yamato Yuta served the ball and said, "Everyone should live for themselves. You can't bear the responsibility of losing the championship, because you can't win the national championship by yourself!!"
Footsteps clattered. He had always believed that the championship of Seigaku belonged to him. But now, this man, Kunimitsu Teie, began to seriously consider what Yuuichi Yamato had said.
"Bang!"
Yamato Yuta's words were still plentiful, as swift as the wind today.
"Go, Tezuka."
Yamato Yuta said, "Fly towards your own sky."
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"Bang!"
When Tezuka Kunimitsu's inner conflict was resolved, he became a completely different person, like an old farmer who had long carried a manure bucket and was now able to put down his burden and travel the world.
"Bang!"
"Match ended, Kunimitsu Tezuka won, score 6 to 2."
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Yamato Yuu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "I've finally repaid you for what I owed you."
Thank you!
Teya Kunimitsu's tone remained lukewarm as he said, "I know what to do."
"Go, go shine and make a difference." Yamato Yuu turned around and waved to Tei Kunimitsu.
Kunimitsu Teya looked in Natsume Tsukiya's direction, his pupils gazing at the sky, a thought rising in his mind.
"What?"
Kikumaru Eiji exclaimed in surprise, "Tezuka is going to Germany?"
"Yes, Tei has decided to leave the team and go to Germany for training," Fuji Syusuke said.
Eiji Kikumaru: "This is too much! Didn't we agree to go together?"
Fuji Syusuke: "Tezuka must have his own reasons."
Yukimura Seiichi: "Has that person finally let go of their obsession?"
Keigo Atobe: "For him, going there was probably the best option."
Ryo Mido: "Rather than saying it was for him, it's more accurate to say it was for everyone that going abroad for training was the only way for men's tennis."
Ryo Mido spoke for everyone: there is really only one path to becoming a professional tennis player: go overseas for training and participate in competitions.
If you want to play professionally, Guoguang Shoujia is no exception; this is the only path he can take.
A tennis player must make a name for himself by the age of eighteen at the latest; otherwise, it's all nonsense, just self-pity, and he won't leave any mark on the world stage.
There are many people on Dazhi.com, but only a few become famous.
Keigo Atobe: "To be honest, I don't think he's the most suitable person to play professionally."
Yukimura Seiichi turned his head and said, "The person you think is most suitable to play professionally is that guy from Hyotei, right?"
"If you want to object, there's nothing I can do, but that's really what I think." Atobe Keigo shrugged.
Yukimura Seiichi remained silent, but did not refute Atobe Keigo's point of view.
In short, things were very boring, especially the conversations between the two.
"It's my turn."
Yukimura Seiichi left this place.
After all, seeing someone off, watching them leave from afar, is a kind of formality.
Teya Kunimitsu's figure gradually disappeared from sight.
Those who had watched him leave then turned back onto the field.
"Bang!"
"Four to zero!"
"Bang!"
"Six to zero, Yukimura Seiichi wins."
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
A series of exchanges echoed across the court.
"Six to zero, Keigo Atobe wins!"
Keigo Atobe frowned and said, "It seems like Stadium Number Three isn't all that great."
"I have something to tell you all."
An announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Field 5 will be moved to Field 3."
"good!!!"
"Very good."
The crowd in Stadium 5 erupted in cheers, as they had won the game.
Meanwhile, the group of people in the mountains were training hard.
"No, Echizen, six goals is still too difficult."
Kintaro Toyama put his racket behind his head and said.
"Again."
The thought of Natsume Tsukiya instantly ignited a fierce competitive spirit in Echizen Ryoma, causing his brain to throb with blood.
The group of middle school students looked at each other in bewilderment; Ryoma Echizen had been stuck at six balls for quite some time.
"He looks very angry," Kintaro Toyama said to Kenya Oshitari beside him.
Takeshi Momoshiro chimed in, "Echizen is probably angry because he's stuck at six balls and can't move forward."
"Yes, we used to serve him six balls, and now we're still serving him six balls, but we can't catch the seventh one," Tian Renzhihui nodded.
Renji Kenji retorted dismissively, "How can that be the same? Am I still the same person I was before? He could catch six balls before, and he can still only catch six now. Isn't that normal? Does that mean we haven't improved at all, even though he could catch six before and can catch seven now?"
The question that everyone had in mind was suddenly understood after Oshitari Kenya spoke up, and they all said, "That's right, Echizen can receive six balls, and he's still doing the same as before, because it's the person serving that's improving."
"That's right. Since our serving strength has improved, there's nothing strange about it."
"Not bad, not bad."
Ignoring their thoughts, Echizen Ryoma said, "Please, everyone, continue!"
In Ryoma Echizen's mind, he should train to be able to receive seven, eight, nine, or ten balls instead of remaining at the level of six.
He doesn't care whether the server has improved or regressed.
Although everyone had their opinions, they all took turns serving, so they had no choice but to go along with it and continue serving at him.
However, the thought of their own strength improving filled everyone with joy.
In other words, it wasn't just Echizen Ryoma who made progress.
"Kintaro, you can only catch six balls."
"Ichiji Yuji said."
Unlike Ryoma Echizen, Kintaro Toyama didn't furrow his brow. Instead, he grinned and said, "I'll be able to catch seven balls soon. Just you wait."
Yuji Ichiji laughed. Overall, between the two super rookies from Kanto and Kansai, he still preferred his own.
He always felt that there was something about Echizen Ryoma that made people uncomfortable, while Kintaro Toyama didn't have that uncomfortable feeling.
It's probably because of different attitudes towards winning and losing.
Training continues.
Ryoma Echizen approached Sadaharu Inui and asked for more training.
Inui Sadaharu originally wanted to offer reasonable suggestions, but after thinking about it, he realized that the training of the people here could no longer be considered reasonable, so there was no point in considering any balance at this point.
They then devised an additional training program for Echizen Ryoma.
"Again!"
From that day on, Ryoma Echizen became increasingly frenzied.
This instilled fear in everyone, while simultaneously driving them to intensify their training in a spirit of defiance.
Mountain climbing training, racket swing training, sparring training, and training to dodge eagles and falcons—every moment and every second is spent increasing my strength.
"The seventh goal!"
Amidst an excited scream, Ryoma Echizen finally broke through the seven-ball return.
This surprised everyone for quite a while.
After another grueling training session, Ryoma Echizen finally scored his eighth goal.
But sometimes he could receive the call, and sometimes he couldn't.
In short, the return of eight balls became Ryoma Echizen's limit.
After the mountain climbing and baseball practice that day, Mifune Nyudo gathered everyone together.
He pointed to a misty passageway in front of him and said, "Let's begin the next round of training."
Finally, he handed a key to Genichiro Sanada: "Once you rush out, don't come back."
The crowd was puzzled, thinking there was some new trick going on, but they still obediently charged forward.
Watching the figure disappear into the mist, Mifune Nyudo let out a heavy sigh of relief. Things were different now; those pedantic elites had learned to be flexible.
Whether the guys in black coats will be conspicuous when they go out is unknown, but it doesn't matter. At least they have become stronger here.
"Bang!"
The middle school students ran in long lines, discussing what would happen after the training and how long it would be.
A whooshing sound was heard, followed by the faint, familiar sound of a ball.
"Kintaro!"
someone shouted.
"Okay, leave it to me."
Kintaro Toyama chuckled and swung his racket, suddenly smashing the ball into the nearby bushes.
"My turn!"
"Look at mine."
"We absolutely cannot lose."
"Spinning Snake Ball".
"big Bang."
They took turns going forward, and after hitting a ball, they retreated to the back of the line.
"Pfft!"
"There are two balls," someone shouted.
"Pfft pfft pfft!"
"The number of balls is increasing."
"Seven balls now, Little Gold!"
"ah!!!!"
Seven balls is Kintaro Toyama's limit.
"Echizen, eight balls!"
"Eight balls is Echizen's limit."
Ryoma Echizen wasn't entirely confident with the eight balls; sometimes he could catch them, and sometimes he couldn't. Moreover, today's balls were faster and heavier than usual, putting everyone to their limits.
"Bang bang bang~"
A series of exchanges ensued. Despite being highly focused, Ryoma Echizen still missed a shot, but he quickly turned around and successfully returned eight shots.
The woods fell silent, save for the sound of their rapid footsteps, which continued to rise and then fade away.
"There's light ahead; the exit is right there."
The crowd surged toward the exit.
Emerging from the dense forest, a wide-open space appeared.
Most people had collapsed from exhaustion.
"Someone's there!" someone shouted, and everyone's eyes turned in that direction.
It turned out to be a group of high school students covered in bruises, standing there stubbornly with their rackets in hand.
Ryoma Echizen was about to take a few steps forward when he was scolded, "Don't come back!"
Ryoma Echizen could only stare in astonishment.
"So these guys were serving, no wonder it was so heavy."
"Yes, it seems they've improved as well."
"Under these conditions, you're practically being pushed along; it's hard not to make progress."
The junior high school students walked towards the cabin.
Genichiro Sanada held the key and opened the door.
Besides the clothes they wore when they arrived, there was also a black uniform inside.
Everyone was pleasantly surprised.
"We're back!"
Genichiro Sanada's pupils already reflected the scene of his return, and he shouted.
Everyone started changing their clothes.
"Bang!"
Soon, they blocked the group of people training on the second court of the elite training camp with a single shot.
"You guys!"
Mitsui immediately retorted angrily.
"We're back."
Ryoma Echizen pointed at the group and said, "Now, let's use the number plates in your hands as a bargaining chip and settle this once and for all."
"Damn it!" Mitsui exclaimed angrily.
Someone pulled him back, saying, "Mitsui, calm down. They are from the Losers' Bracket. It's a challenge from the guy in the black jacket from the Losers' Bracket. You can't refuse."
The crowd was furious, but they had no choice but to follow the rules.
At this time, the sun was just rising, and some of the elite training camp members were still elegantly drinking in the restaurant.
Eiji Kikumaru rushed in, shouting, "Everyone... hurry to the court!"
Atobe Keigo: "What are you doing, rushing around like that?"
Eiji Kikumaru: "Those who were eliminated, they've returned."
The middle school students were all instantly shocked: "The person who was eliminated is back?"
Is this true?
Why is this happening?
"Why don't you go and see for yourself?"
The previously orderly crowd began to rush out.
When I ran to the stadium stands, I saw a group of guys in black clothes, each with scratches on their face and various bandages on their skin.
Upon closer inspection, they were indeed the group of guys who had been eliminated.
The junior high school students from each school were overjoyed to see that their teammates were still there.
The people in Stadium Two stood on the opposite side.
"What are they doing?"
"I heard they're challenging the second court."
"It's the kind of offer you can't refuse."
"In our group, if even one person loses, we've already lost."
"Echizen Ryoma said arrogantly."
The second court was naturally furious at being so ignored. On the other side of them was a group of middle school kids. These high school students felt utterly humiliated by such a victory-winning statement.
"Let's begin!"
Mitsui, however, said confidently.
"Bang!"
"!"
"Not enough!"
One by one, the junior high school students took the stage.
They overthrew all the white-clad members with an almost invincible momentum.
With their offense and defense shifting, the group, fresh from training, resembled war gods, slaughtering their opponents like chickens and dogs.
"Right end?
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Wei Taro finally came out from the right end.
He is the captain of Stadium Number Two.
Ryoma Echizen walked out amidst everyone's attention.
The two looked at each other.
"On the right, this is his second match after losing to Natsume Tsukiya."
"This is the second match against junior high school students."
The junior high school students didn't understand.
"The captain of this second stadium actually lost to Natsume Tsukiya?"
"Did such a thing really happen?"
"I don't know."
"I heard it happened after we left, because of Zero Kijuro's incident."
"Ah Qian really knows everything."
Upon hearing this, Ryoma Echizen's smiling face immediately tensed up.
To be honest, this training camp hasn't yet reached the level he wanted.
At least in his view, he should be able to hit ten balls in the deep mountains to complete his training.
But now, he can only hit eight balls.
The opposing team's captain actually lost to Natsume Tsukiya.
Then I must surpass him.
Ryoma Echizen made up his mind and said, "There are more than just one middle school student who can defeat you."
That sounds arrogant.
On the right, Wei Taro remained calm and composed.
The stereotype has been broken by others.
He calmly replied, "Please serve!"
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