Your defense

"15-15."

Seeing this, Gary Bowers, no longer reserved, reached out and slapped his hand hard into Nathan's, then held it, "Ah."

If it was just a normal opponent, as Gary Bowers said, maybe they wouldn't need any formations to win, but that's obviously not the case now, and the opponent, too, is very strong.

Nathan nodded, "I'm American."

"Be careful, they're starting to fight." Nathan warned in a soft voice as he held his racket.

Kikumaru glanced at Finn Porter, "That's a lot of confidence."

Saying that, a high ball, again lured towards Gary Bowers, anyway, no matter how many times the broken round dance, it will be hit back by Mike.

"The look on their faces after they scored just now," Nathan said this time in a very concise and direct manner, "I don't like it, and if you've had enough, let's go finish the game." From the beginning of the game until now, the teenager who had been acting very cold and smooth, until now only showed the

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