Legendary Light of Prince of Tennis

Chapter 809 Sleeping Maori (seeking support!)

The match was so intense that no one had expected it. But when I changed my mind, it all made sense.

After all, this is the quarter-finals, and the top four U-17 World Cup competitions are selected.

on court,

Maori’s face became serious. He looked at the junior high school student (Jonal) of the French team and said in his heart:

“A good junior high school student, not weaker in data attainments than Renji

In the last few matches, Maori clearly felt that his opponent was gradually mastering his own data.

Thinking of this, he looked at the score on the court and frowned slightly.

The first match entered the tiebreak, and it seems that this doubles match with two wins in one or three sets is destined to be a protracted battle.

The longer the match, the more disadvantaged it is for the Japanese team, because it will let the French team know their data well, and it will be difficult for them to come back then.

Opposite, the French team.

“Edgar, the data of that high school student is also collected!!

Jonal pushed the big glasses on the bridge of his nose and said to Edgar.

26 Hearing this, Edgar glanced at Jonal and said admiringly:

“Good job, so that the court is completely reduced to our stage!”

For the party using data tennis, the master holds the opponent’s data, and the other party is like a doll, who will be applauded by the data.

Edgar walked to the baseline with extraordinary confidence, ready to start the next tiebreak match.

beside,

Jonal’s mouth opened, his eyes hesitated and hesitated to look at Ajutsu who hadn’t been moving much since he didn’t know when.

This Yajujin did have abnormal data fluctuations at that time, but I can’t see anything later.

Regarding this, he didn’t know whether to tell Edgar or not.

The rest area of ​​the Japanese team.

“The situation is very passive. The data of Maori and Ajutsu seem to have been mastered by their opponents, and their scoring is obviously getting harder and harder.

Inui Sadaharu pushed the white square glasses and said thoughtfully,

“If this goes on, they may lose!”

Hearing what Inui Sadaharu said, Oishi next to him opened his mouth and said, “No way!”

Mitsuya Akuto, as the chief staff officer of the Japanese team, is also Yanagi Renji or even Inui Sadaharu’s data tennis teacher. At this moment, he said:

“I am very familiar with the stats play. If my stats are completely seen through by the opponent, the possibility of reversing and winning is very slim.

Listening to these words,

“Minimal? That means it’s possible, isn’t it?”

Echizen Ryoma, who hasn’t appeared in two matches in a row, twitched his mouth and retorted with his hat.

“Haha, Xiao Budian’s face is full of writing, I am very tired of this kind of data tennis!!!”

Seeing Echizen Ryoma’s face, Ryoga, who did not know where he came from, grabbed Ryoma’s face with both hands and smiled happily.

His face was pulled by Ryoga, and Ryoma hummed uncomfortably, “Take me your hand!”

“Yes, Senior Akuto, is there any way to get rid of data tennis?

After being interrupted by Ryoma, the junior high school students of the Japanese team began to pay attention to the “minimal possibility”.

“Want to get rid of the data collected by the opponent,”

Mitsuya Akuto’s face became serious, and he said,

“It’s impossible for ordinary people to do it. No, if it’s a gross profit, it’s possible!”

“Um?”

Upon hearing this, the junior high school students were a little surprised, Mōri Juzaburō actually has such an ability?

At the side, Byōdōin Hōō, Oni Jujiro, Tohno Atsukyo and other high school students, the corners of their mouths were raised, quietly watching the start of the tiebreak match on the court.

boom!

“The French team scored, the score was 0-1!”

Relying on the knowledge of the Japanese team’s two-person data, the French team’s Edgar’s “art tennis” power was fully demonstrated and took the lead in just two goals.

on court,

“Call”

Maori let out a sigh of relief.

“The data has been seen through. If this continues, the first match will give in.

He secretly said in his heart.

“He seems to be undergoing some kind of transformation!”

A gleam of light flashed in Maori’s eyes. In this case, he was the only one to take the shot.

“So,”

With a relaxed smile on his face, he looked at the two men on the opposite side of the French team, and gently confided: “I’m going to sleep first!

I go to bed first!

Slept!

Maori’s words came out, making many people wonder, what does this mean?

But then he closed his eyes directly.

“Call”

Almost the next second after closing his eyes, Maori let out a deep sleep breathing sound.

Seeing this scene, the audience was stunned.

“Oh my God, it’s really sleeping!!!”

Unanimously, there was an exclamation.

The corners of the French team’s Edgar and Jonal twitched and looked at each other.

“He actually fell asleep!”

The audience couldn’t help but open their mouths.

“No, this Maori senior can actually fall asleep now!”190

The Japanese team’s Genichiro Sanada saw Mōri Juzaburō sleeping on the field, his face turned black, his eyes were almost bursting with fire.

He shouted: “This is really too lax!”

The other junior high school students were also speechless, and they all wanted to wake up Maori.

But at this time,

“Shut up! You don’t even know what kind of strength the person on the court has!”

Byōdōin Hōō gave a low cry.

The leader of the high school students spoke, and the junior high school students closed their mouths subconsciously.

“I heard that after Maori entered U-17, he didn’t lose a game, so he went straight to the first army!”

Jing Zhiguang, who had been sitting on the bench without speaking, also spoke at this time.

“Yes!”

Oni Jujiro nodded, “If it weren’t for Irie, he might have been in the top ten in the first army!”

“What? It’s none of my business.”

Upon hearing this, Irie Kanata said “dissatisfied”.

“But does this matter?”

Kintarou Tooyama asked curiously.

“You know, our Japanese team is the best team in the world.

And a player who can enter the first army with unbeaten standings, his strength is not as simple as you think!”

Jing Zhi said lightly. Looking at Mōri Juzaburō who was asleep on the court, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.