As expected of a captain, it’s really easy to fight back!

The dignified look on Sengoku Seuchun's face is getting stronger and stronger. He has not found a way to defeat Souji Hata until now.

When he faced Soji Hatada, he always felt like he was facing a towering mountain, with nowhere to start and nothing to do.

No, I can't just have negative thoughts like this.

Qianshi Qingchun's face became serious and he became more determined and tenacious.

If you give up at this time, you will really be doomed!

I will definitely, definitely find that opportunity!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Sengoku Seijun fought very tenaciously, but was still severely suppressed by Hata Souji.

...

Time passes minute by minute.

"Bang!"

Once again, Hata Souji's attack broke through Sengoku Seijun's defense. Seeing the tennis ball escaping from his racket, Sengoku Seijun looked a little anxious.

"Damn it! It's already 4-0, and I still can't find any hope of winning! I can't even win by one point."

Qianshi Qingchun was under pressure, her eyes were slightly tired, and there was a deep sense of powerlessness and discouragement.

Hatada Souji's strength is really far behind him. No matter how he attacks or what tactics he adopts, he will be easily defeated by the opponent. Moreover, what makes him even more desperate is that he has obviously tried his best.

But he knew that Souji Hatada did not use all his strength.

Hatada Souji has always only used tennis balls that glowed with earth-yellow light to attack, but he has never hit the tennis balls that are faster, sharper, and flashing with lightning.

In Sengoku Kiyoshi's view, if you don't even have the strength to force the opponent to exert all his strength, it is absolutely impossible to gain the opponent's approval.

"Senshi Senshi, you seem very tired."

Compared to Sengoku Seijun, who tried his best for every ball and was under great pressure, sweating profusely and panting, Soji Hata's condition was much better. Although he was also sweating, his breath was not disordered at all and was still quite good.

Stablize.

Stable, like an indestructible and indomitable rock.

Seeing Sengoku's innocent and tired look, Souji Hatada smiled faintly.

"Cheer up, Senshi-senpai."

"Whoosh!"

He threw the tennis ball into the air neatly, and the racket glowed with yellow light. The light felt as heavy as a rock, but Souji Hatada waved it like a feather.

"I won't show mercy."

[Everything is moving in the sky]

here we go again!

Watching Souji Hatada's serve, Sengoku was pure and innocent as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

What puts the greatest pressure on him is that Souji Hata will definitely use [Heavenly Movement] as long as he is serving in his own game, leaving no chance for Sengoku Seijun.

This also means that Qingchun Qianshi can actually only have three games to show his strength, and now...

"Bang!"

After four goals, Souji Hatada easily scored another victory.

"It's your turn to serve, Senshi-senpai."

The score has reached 5-0.

Is the only chance for me to perform in the last game?

Qianshi Qingchun's face was solemn and pale. When he looked at Bantian Souji across from him, he actually felt a sense of oppression that seemed to make him unable to breathe.

At this time, Qingchun Qianshi suddenly had the idea that it would be best to end this insignificant test as soon as possible.

It doesn't matter if I play or not.

"Bang!"

Watching the ball sent by Sengoku Seijun, Souji Hata frowned.

too weak!

In the last game, it may be that the pressure in his heart finally exceeded his tolerance limit.

Qianshi Qingchun suddenly felt that all this was so boring.

His eyes gradually became hollow and dull.

He allowed Hatada Souji's counterattack to fly past him.

If you think about it carefully, I don't have to play.

Souji Hata urged: "Senoku-senpai, there are still three balls."

Sengoku Qingzhun glanced at Bantian Souji blankly, his eyes still narrowed, making it impossible to detect his thoughts.

I'm still far behind. It would be better for everyone if I didn't play.

The confused Qingchun Qianshi had no fighting spirit at the moment. He hit the tennis ball across the net casually, so lightly that he had no deterrent effect at all.

"Bang!"

Sengoku's innocent and weak serve was naturally easily countered by Souji Hatada.

Seeing Sengoku Seuchun's appearance at this moment, Soji Hata frowned slightly, and he could feel Sengoku Seuchun's shaken heart at this moment.

but......

"Two more goals!"

After Souji Hatada finished speaking, he walked back to the bottom line minding his own business.

Just like the surprise Qianshi Qingchun gave him at the beginning, he is now willing to believe Qingchun Qianshi. He believes that Qingchun Qianshi will never give in so easily.

Two goals left? Are these two goals important? The result is already determined. I have no hope of winning at all, right? I can’t even hit a goal that the captain approves of! Why should I represent Yamabuki on the field?

What about against the Ice King?

Senseki's inner thoughts were shaken and he began to give up on himself.

He still served Souji Hata with a lackluster attitude, and the result was needless to say.

"Bang!"

"The last ball!"

Mr. Bantian shouted sharply!

Is it the last ball? It’s finally over.

It seemed that the words of the last ball had stimulated Qingchun Qianshi, causing a wave of emotion to gradually appear in his dull eyes.

He slowly picked up the tennis ball and was about to serve it casually like before.

Just fight it casually. As long as you fight it, this painful and meaningless game will be over.

He raised the tennis ball in front of his waist, but when he wanted to throw it up, he suddenly found that the tennis ball in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pieces. No matter how hard he tried, he could not throw the ball into the air.

What's going on? My physical strength should not be exhausted yet!

Qianshi Qingchun was doubtful in his heart, and then smiled bitterly.

Could it be that I'm so embarrassed that I can't even throw a tennis ball? It's really ugly, Qingchun Qianshi.

Qianshi Qingchun laughed at himself in his heart.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, it's the last ball anyway, no matter what, just finish it quickly.

If you can't throw the tennis ball, just use your lower hand to serve.

Anyway, the result will not change in any way.

Qianshi Qingchun thought in amusement, just when he was about to hit the tennis ball casually, he suddenly realized that his hand holding the racket could not move at this time.

That's why! Why!

Why can't I move?

In despair, Qianshi Qingchun felt a surge of anger in his heart.

Let me end this damn game! Hurry up! This is totally pointless!!!

Qianshi Qingchun roared in his heart. At this time, he suddenly remembered the memory of the last time he roared in his heart.

...
To be continued...