Atobe pointed his slender finger, and everyone looked at Di Nikong.

Di Nikong smiled with a devilish look on his face, "Go back and train hard."

Everyone trembles, silently mourning for Jirou Akutagawa in our hearts, Amen, your snoozing has been punished.

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It's 2-2 now.

The last scene, Atobe versus Shiraishi.

Emperor vs Holy Book. A very interesting match.

Di Ling'an yawned, expressing his boredom. It was a competition, a competition! It's been almost a day, right?

Atobe threw the clothes draped over his shoulders into the air, and then slowly fell into Ninzu's hands. He snapped his fingers to the sky, "Ah, immerse yourself in my magnificent skills!"

Extremely gorgeous, extremely arrogant. But flamboyant enough to fit his personality, and so dazzling that it's fascinating.

Atobe walked onto the stage, opposite Kuranosuke Shiraishi with a gentle and handsome smile.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke stretched out his fair hands that bore the marks of hard work, "Atobe-kun, please give me some advice."

"Ah um." Atobe just said "Ah um" with a nasal sound to express... Well, I agree.

The two let go of their hands and walked towards their own venues.

Atobe serves.

Baishi leaned forward slightly and took a prepared posture. At that moment, he burst out with a domineering attitude that looked down on the world, and his gentle eyes became sharp and dangerous, like a beast that had just awakened, noble, lazy and dangerous.

Atobe squinted his eyes, threw the ball up, and sent the ball slightly faster than an ordinary ball.

Shiraishi still smiled gracefully, but it was inconsistent with his domineering attitude, and he hit the ball back easily.

"Game, Shiraishi, 0-15."

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There were fine beads of sweat on Shiraishi's face, but Atobe on the opposite side wasn't necessarily much better.

Shiraishi dropped a high ball, and the corner of Atobe's mouth quirked up in a strange way, charming and dangerous. He jumped up high, "Ah, let me show you my gorgeous skills!" Then a smash hit Shiraishi's wrist.

and knocked Shiraishi's racket away.

However, the ball bounced in front of Aitobe again, and Aitobe smashed it hard again. The ball fell on Shiraishi's court, leaving a deep black pit.

Atobu landed gorgeously on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, Xie Si's lips slightly opened, "Waltz towards destruction."

"Game, Atobe, 5-4."

Shiraishi looked at the bounced racket in surprise, moved his numb wrist, and then calmly picked up the racket.

Di Ling'an squinted his eyes, he controlled the ball well.

Shiraishi served. Atobe was a little surprised that Shiraishi didn't hit it with any strength, but the next ball made him re-examine the man in front of him.

Shiraishi's red lips parted slightly, "Round table draw."

Di Nikong narrowed his eyes, his blood-colored eyes were deep and difficult to understand, "When he hits the ball, he gives a strong lateral rotation force, making the ball move in a circular motion. What an interesting man."

Atobe curled his lips after hearing this, "Ah, yes, it's quite gorgeous."

"Game, Atobe, 7-5. Hyotei wins."

Atobe and Shiraishi shook hands. Shiraishi smiled happily. He couldn't tell the unwillingness and disappointment of losing the game. "Atobe-kun, you are very powerful."

Atobe raised his eyebrows, "Ah, he's not a gorgeous man." After saying that, he walked away arrogantly(?).

He smiled so hard that his stomach ached, "Xiao Jing, it's not too grand to win."

Atobe narrowed his eyes and said, "Ah well, bear enough to go back and play with me."

Renzu really had a stomachache this time, "Hey, hey, Xiaojing."
Chapter completed!