$ Chapter 475 Doubles 1, Qingxue Participates in Both Sides

"France!"

"France!"

"France!"

The first battle was successful.

The fans of the French team shouted slogans excitedly. The Japanese team, which was said before the game to be able to keep pace with France, was well killed by them.

"Well done."

In the rest area, Camus looked at the two people leaving the field, smiled and nodded: "In this way, we have gained the initiative in the game."

"Um."

Bart nodded: "The next two games will be the winner."

Winning or losing a game does not really determine the outcome of the game. After all, the opponent is a super dark horse team that defeated the German team and the Swiss team, and even easily crushed the fifth-ranked American team.

For them, they can never be careless.

not to mention.

The Japanese team sent out only two junior high school students in doubles 2. To a certain extent, he is basically a cannon fodder. For the French team, the real showdown has just begun.

"but."

When turning around, Bart and Morrow looked at each other and saw the emotion in each other's eyes.

Even though they were just cannon fodder, the strength shown by the two Japanese team members still surprised them.

Synchrony and ability resonance!

That is to say, their personal abilities are strong enough, and with their hard power and physical ability, they can forcefully consume the opponent's physical energy. Otherwise, the outcome of the match just now is still uncertain.

"Next, the Doubles 1 match will begin."

At this time, the broadcast rang: "The French team representatives Edgar Delacroix (senior grade 3) and Jonal St. George (junior grade 2), against the Japanese team representatives Tezuka Kunimitsu (junior grade 3) and Fuji Shusuke (Journal 3).

"Please prepare both players."

The words fell.

Everyone's eyes fell on the players on both sides. On the side of the French team, two figures, one tall and one short, walked out.

The person on the left has a tall and straight figure, with light blond hair rising up, and a streak of oil paint on the left corner of his eye, giving people a sense of arrogance and oppression.

The mushroom-headed boy on the right is wearing round glasses and is standing next to his partner obediently. He looks a little confused. He is the 13-year-old George, the consultant of the French team.

"Say, Edgar."

George, who was originally smiling, glanced at the two people on the opposite side who were about to play, and his brows couldn't help but slightly raised: "They seem to be junior high school students?"

"Um?"

Delacroix looked intently, his eyes changing slightly.

The opponents did seem to be two junior high school students, but if he remembered correctly, the rules required that three junior high school students must be on the field. In the case of the Japanese team, when the third player has been determined, there is no reason to let junior high school students play again.

"What's the problem?"

Camus was thinking too.

The opponent's roster arrangement has exceeded his expectations. Or is it that the opponent has completely arranged the main force for three singles matches?

"I think there's no need to worry about it."

At this time, Bart said: "No matter what arrangements the other party makes, as long as we can win the game, that's enough."

"Yeah, sure."

Morrow nodded.

Although I don't know what tricks the opponent is playing, since the opponent puts the two junior high school students in Doubles 1, they are giving them a chance. As long as they win this game again, the probability of the French team winning will reach over 90%!

"Fu Er (senior)?"

"Tezuka (Minister)?!"

Compared to the French team's thinking, the Japanese team, especially everyone in the Seigaku camp, stood up instantly after seeing the two people on the field.

"Really, really false?!"

In the stands.

Dashi's eyes widened.

"Even when I was in Qingxue, I had never seen this lineup before!"

"yes!"

Kikumaru was also shocked.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is only on the World Cup stage. In this place where the strongest lineup in Japan is gathered, you can see the scene where Tezuka joins forces with Fuji.

Taocheng, Haitang and others were equally excited.

With Echizen leaving the team, Tezuka and Fuji can be said to be the two strongest members of their academy. For them, this game is completely a battle between young students and the world's top players.

"Is it actually these two people?"

Among the Japanese team, Duke, a tall man, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is this the way to win that that person said?"

As if thinking of something, he turned to look at Ishikawa not far away, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes. If it was really what he suspected, then this person's plan would be too bold, right?

"You know, this is a French team, not an Australian team ranked around 20."

However, the person leading this matter was Ishikawa. Duke was extremely fearful and in awe of this person. Because even Byodoin is no match for the person in front of you.

In this case, no matter what arrangement the other party makes, in Duke's opinion, it must make sense.

"Is that guy Edgar?"

Turning his eyes, Duke looked at the young man with light blond hair who entered the court: "His tennis talent is not bad. If you can restrict the guy with glasses, there is a great chance of winning. But that guy... Uh!"

Thinking of the end, Duke's eyes couldn't help but become solemn.

Because he suddenly discovered the strength of the two people in front of him, even if they were a combination of junior high school students. Especially the calm young man wearing glasses should not be underestimated.

"The game begins."

After a while.

The referee on the high chair turned his attention to the young man with long brown hair on the side of the court: "Japanese team Fuji serves, the game is over!"

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

The words fell.

Then he saw Fuji take out a tennis ball from his trouser pocket and start beating it gently.

"Oh."

He gently grabbed the tennis ball in his hand, and a smile appeared on his handsome face: "Then let's get started!"

Ziliu!

Immediately, he spun the tennis ball and let it fall freely. After the tennis ball reaches the appropriate position, quickly cut and hit it with the racket in your hand.

There was a crisp snap.

The tennis ball flew towards the opposite side.

"This is."

"Cut serve?!"

"What a joke!"

The players of the French team frowned.

Such beginner-level tennis skills were clearly a humiliation for them. You know, even elementary school students who have gone through practice will not use this kind of weak serve in the game.

"Have you made a move?"

But unlike others, George, the young man responsible for receiving the serve, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is that serve that will disappear?"

As a consultant for the French team, George did his homework after the game. Especially the Japanese team, an opponent that Camus cared about very much, he did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

therefore.

Before the start of this game, he consulted a lot of information. Among them was the game video of the brown-haired boy in front of him.

He remembered clearly that the other party was a technical master. At one point, he even restrained the tricks of two powerful players from the Swiss team, Federer and Pugu.

"This serve will flash quickly after landing. When the frequency exceeds a certain level, it will give the illusion of disappearing."

Information about this skill appeared in George's mind.

Uh-huh!

Immediately.

His eyes were fixed on the tennis ball that was about to hit the ground. Sure enough, after the tennis ball hit the ground and bounced, it began to flicker left and right at a high frequency.

"Coming!"

George perked up.

He had watched this ball repeatedly and thought he could crack it the first time he saw it in actual combat.

Whoosh!

but.

When the tennis ball really disappeared, the young consultant of the French team was completely stunned.

call!

After a while.

As a warm breeze blew, the missing tennis ball suddenly appeared behind him. He jumped lightly and rolled to his feet.

"15-0!"

"Hmm."

George's face looked a little ugly.

He originally thought that he could defeat his opponent's trick instantly. But when he actually got started, he discovered that the changes in the opponent's tennis ball were not just as simple as the frequency flickering.

"For a moment it was as if tennis had completely disappeared."

George narrowed his eyes.

Recalling the serve just now, he still failed to catch it. The tennis ball changed beyond his expectation.

"Let me do it instead."

Delacroix seemed very confident.

He had already seen through his opponent's changing ball just now.

"It's nothing more than adding some special spins to make the tennis ball produce special changes from the inside when it hits the ground. As long as you have an insight into the key, you will be able to see through it."

Snap!

soon.

Fuji served again.

As before, the tennis frequency changed little. But after landing, just as Delacroix thought, deep-seated changes extended from the inside of the tennis ball.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

Then, the tennis ball flashed left and right at a high frequency and quickly disappeared from people's sight.

"Nice idea, but a pity."

Delacroix's body swayed, and he swung the racket with the aim of hitting a blank place.

call!

But just then, a breeze blew.

"Um?"

At this time, Delacroix, who had already hit the racket, suddenly froze.

Uh-huh!

The next moment.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the tennis ball actually emerged from the direction of his backhand.

"30-0!"

"How come."

Delacroix was dumbfounded.

His usually most accurate intuition turned out to be wrong. Moreover, he clearly observed the ripples in the air after the tennis ball flickered and disappeared.

"I'm absolutely not wrong, that's when... um?"

call!

Just then.

A breeze blew, interrupting Delacroix's thinking. He raised his head suddenly and stared at the smiling brown-haired boy opposite him.

"Hey, what on earth did this kid come up with?!"

This moment.

The French team's top player, known as the "Tennis Artist", looked at Fuji and suddenly became suspicious.

Although he was proud of his character, he had to admit in his heart that the other party's idea was too shocking.

"interesting."

Think of this.

Delacroix narrowed his eyes and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "I thought it would be a fun game, but I didn't expect that the Japanese team also has such a talent!"