Prince of Tennis Super God System

Floodlit stadium.

"It's coming!"

"Oh!"

Momojo made a quick serve, "Ahhhh

Yulin Middle School's Izumi Bottom Line Long Ball Receiving Serve!

Momojo strikes a strong forehand!

Buchuan was unstable in receiving the ball, so he had to raise the ball high!

The tennis ball flew to the top of Momojo's head, and poof, Momojo jumped high, his body was fully expanded, and his right hand slammed hard!

Bottle smash!

Momojo was one against two, but there was no usual smile on his face, and his face was dark.

"Is this guy really here?" Izumi said.

"What is he angry about?" Bu Chuan was speechless, "Did we do anything to make him angry?"

"No, and help him practice!" Izumi wondered.

"Damn! It's not enough! It's not enough!" Momojo muttered to himself.

Bang! A tennis ball smashed into Momojo's head.

"Ale, it's you, Changfeng, why didn't you go to the tennis club!" Momo Cheng said, turning his head.

"I knew you were here!" said Night Wind laughed.

The night breeze on this court knows that during the holidays, Taocheng often practices here!

"Momojo, doesn't it matter if you don't go to the tennis club?" Ye Changfeng took out his racket from his tennis bag, "Or are you afraid that you will never be able to be a regular player again?"

"You kid!" Momojo clenched his fists.

"Is it okay to practice with these two weak chickens?" said Ye Changfeng lightly.

"Weak Chicken ......"

"Hey~ This first grade of Qingxue, it's too hurtful to say that!" The Yulin group was very depressed, "Then let's go first!"

The Yulin Middle School group turned around and left with a bitter face.

"Momocheng, how about I practice with you?" Ye Changfeng said, "I want to confirm something!"

"Oh, yes! I've wanted to fight you kid for a long time!" Momojo happily agreed.

Night Changfeng VS Taocheng, Taocheng serves, and wins in one game!

Boom! Taocheng raised his hand to serve a bullet.

Yo! Come up as soon as you come up, it's real! The night wind jumps, swings your arms, and pumps the ball vigorously!

The tennis ball flew quickly towards Taocheng, and the ball speed was too fast to form a long afterimage. At this time, the strength of Ye Changfeng is already very terrifying, even if it is an ordinary return ball, it is full of strength and has extremely fast speed.

The angle of returning the ball is not tricky, and Taocheng caught the ball in one step.

"It's so heavy!" With the strength of Momocheng, he felt that the ball was as heavy as a shot put, "Is this the strength of Changfeng?"

Momoki gathered all his strength and volleyed the ball back.

Ye Changfeng had been waiting for a long time, and he flashed in front of the tennis ball, his arm swelled a little, "The first wave ball!"

The tennis ball rushed in front of Momo Cheng with flames, and Momo Cheng only had time to block the racket in front of him.

The swing ball flew out of the peach city with the racket.

15-0！

"Boom!" the night breeze made the usual gesture of Momojo.

Momojo quickly stood up, didn't say a word, rushed to the service position, and it was another bullet serve!

Only this time the speed is faster, and the angle is more tricky.

Ye Changfeng smiled slightly, deliberately raised the ball high, and hit it to the top of Taocheng's head, the position was just right, the most comfortable position for Taocheng to smash.

Taocheng jumped up as hard as he could, slammed in mid-air, closed a board around his waist, gathered his right arm with all his strength, and swung downward!

Good trick, bottle smash!

The tennis ball slammed at the feet of the night long wind and rushed out of the bottom line.

The corners of the night long wind's mouth smiled imperceptibly, and a circle of light rose from the soles of his feet, which was the realm of the wind.

The tennis ball that had already flown out actually spun and flew back in front of the night wind.

Night Changfeng gently slashed with his right hand, hey, zero chipping ball!

The tennis ball landed on the court in Taocheng and never bounced again, but rolled back and rolled to the net before it could stop.

30-0！

"What is this?" Momojo didn't see the skills in the field because he withdrew from the tryouts early.

"Wind Realm!" Night Wind smiled.

Momojo sat on the ground and was stunned on the spot, his heart churning, "This monster boy, can I get a point in his hand?"

"Stand up, Momojo! The Momojo I know is a strong heart, willing to challenge, and full of self-confidence!"

I don't know if it was stimulated by the words of the night long wind, Momojo stood up instantly, the momentum was completely different from just now, and the familiar Momojo Takeshi was back.

"Come on, Peach City!" roared the night wind.

Boom!

Syllable!

The ball kept hitting back and forth between people, and the ball speed was getting faster and faster, and Momojo had to take a step forward every time he hit the ball, while Ye Changfeng was standing still, just drawing circles under his feet.

"I am Takeshi Momojo who will never give up and never retreat!" Momojo shouted, jumped up, clenched the racket in his hands with both hands, and the golden tennis ball spun on the racket and rushed out, and a pillar of light rushed out.

At this time, Momojo's whole body is shining with golden light, this is the hot-blooded man Momojo Takeshi who never gives up!

JACKKNIFE！

This time, the Field of Wind seemed to have lost its effect, and Momojo's shot fell heavily behind the Night Long Wind, leaving a dark ball mark and wisps of green smoke.

15-30！

"Boom!" Momojo pointed to the night wind with his right hand, and he was back!

The night breeze closed the shoot and stood up, "Don't play!"

"Hey~ Changfeng, you're playing tricks, it's clear that my performance has just begun, and you're still one point ahead, no, no!" Taocheng shook his head.

"Hehe, now, it's time for you to go back to the tennis club, right? I guess you're going to be punished by Minister Tezuka for fifty laps, haha!" Night Changfeng laughed and turned to leave, buying water and drinking.

"This kid!" Momojo smiled and regained his old look, "It's time to go back!"

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Youth Tennis Club.

"Twenty laps, or thirty laps?" Horio guessed as he looked at Tezuka who was staring at each other in front of him.

"If you extrapolate from the previous data to the present, it's about 50 laps!" said Kansadaharu.

"Cut! stupid!" said Kaido.

"Oishi, how many laps did you say that guy from Taocheng?" Kikumaru habitually turned his head to look at Oishi.

"Eh!" Oishi lowered his head, and Kikumaru also remembered the quarrel between the two, and both of them were a little embarrassed.

"Kikumaru!" "Oishi!"

"I'm sorry!" the two said in unison.

"Haha!" the two laughed, the golden combination, back together!

Momojo lowered his head, "I'm sorry, Minister!"

"Those who violate discipline are unforgivable!" Tezuka's voice was still cold, "You are not allowed to touch the racket for the time being! Go pick up the ball! The punishment for not participating in club activities for three days is very severe, understand?"

"Yes!" Momojo bowed, "I'm sorry!"

"Run 100 laps around the field!"

"Yes!"

"One hundred laps!!" Horio shouted, "This is a record of Seigaku!"

"Momojo!I'll be back next time I audition!" Tezuka said coldly.

"Understood!" Momojo said with a smile, turning to go for a run.

"Momojo is back! It's back to its former vitality!" said Oshi.

"Ahh

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen him today!" Oishi replied.

"Whoever violates discipline is unforgivable! He has to run 100 laps!" Tezuka is selfless.

The camera pans to the long night wind.

"Ah...... Sneeze...... Who's missing me again?" said Night Changfeng, who sneezed and touched his nose......