Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

Reverse data tennis?What pitch is that?

"Because I know that in the course of the game, no matter how I pretend or cover up, Liu Jun can catch my flaws and find the rules, so I thought, is there a ball that can play with the same posture, strength, and hit points? And so on under the same conditions to play two completely different landing points. After continuous practice from elementary school to now, I can finally hit this kind of ball as I want. Therefore, Liu Jun’s data tennis is completely fine. of."

"Student Jindai." Liu glanced at the other party, and asked with a rare hesitation: "You said that you started practicing in elementary school. Could it be that we have known each other since elementary school?"

Lu Feng on behalf of the gods: "...Liu is too much!"

willow:"……"

"Although we are in different classes, and I have never joined the tennis club, it is too much for Liu to not remember me at all! Anyway, my foreigner appearance is very eye-catching in school! To make up for my injury Liu Ke also exchanged email addresses with me!"

Liu: "..." Hey!Please do not decide on your own!

Lufeng Shendai smiled at Liu and showed his big teeth: "Don't Liu want to play a few more games with me? Maybe we can crack the reversal data tennis."

Liu: "..." Do you think it makes sense?

Liu sighed in his heart, and the messy thoughts in his heart were dispelled by the other party's plausible comfort.But to lose is to lose.

The Lihai Tennis Club absolutely does not allow defeat.

"Sorry everyone, I lost."

Yukimura picked up the racket and licked the corners of his mouth at Liu, "If you lose, go back and practice harder, so that the will to never lose next time will be more indestructible. And..." A sternness flashed in Yukimura's eyes: "Get it The national winner will be our Lihai University."

Singles two, Rikkai Taikomura Seiichi.

The moment he stepped onto the court, the players and coaches of Makino Teng Academy were obviously stunned for a moment. They always thought that in the arena where they knew Himura Shiina would return, the singles would definitely be Yukimura Seiichi, after all, there was hope for a counterattack. The most likely one is Yukimura Seichi, known as the Son of God.Of course, that was only a glimmer of hope, and Thunderbolt was invincible.

Unexpectedly, it was Sanada Genichiro who was finally assigned to the singles one.

Mu Zhiteng's coach cast his eyes on Mingyang, and the other party didn't seem to feel his gaze at all. He half leaned on the coach chair with a very elegant and leisurely posture, and there was a black one on the overlapping legs. In the notebook, he held a black ballpoint pen in his hand to play with, and the end of the pen fluttered indescribably dazzlingly.Many people in the outfield didn't even pay attention to the field, but were attracted by him.

After the previous match with Liuliqiu, there were rumors that the reason why Lihai University's players were able to break the mercy of death was because the newly joined boy had given them special training before the game, imitating this year's participating schools. All the tricks of well-known players let the players practice.

It is impossible to imitate Feicun's Thunderbolt, unless the opponent also has a body as perverted as Feicun.

However, the development of things now seems to make this rumor more credible.

No matter how many people outside the court are thinking, for the players on the court, they only have tennis in their eyes.

Seiichi Yukimura of Lihai University, the Son of God who has never been defeated by an opponent in an official game, today he used his own results to let everyone present feel the power of the Son of God.

The players who played against Yukimura last year had mixed emotions. Last year, Yukimura was still in the first grade, but in terms of tennis skills, it was enough to make all the senior students afraid. I didn't expect that this year, Yukimura has evolved to such a terrifying level. .

In one game, facing Mu Zhiteng's hidden ace player, he didn't lose a single point and ended perfectly with a score of 6-0.

At this moment, the minister of Li Haida, who looks as delicate as a girl, let the audience see Li Haida's attitude and pride as a king.

So far, the battle for the king of the two strong schools has entered a fierce stage, and both sides have two wins and two losses.If there is no accident in the last singles match, this year's champion will be contested.

The genius Himura Shiina who created the brilliance of junior high school tennis vs. the emperor Genichiro Sanada who is used to confronting opponents head-on.

Sanada took the racket that Naruto handed him, although his usually handsome and cold facial features still showed no expression, even his voice carried a cold and solemn meaning: "I will definitely win, let the championship trophy be engraved Li Haida's name."

Ming Yang sat on the coach chair, slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "I know, I'm waiting to take over the championship trophy from you."

The above is obviously a normal conversation between a coach and a player who has high hopes, but for some reason, some cute girls whose brain circuits are opposite to normal people in the crowd automatically sketched out another in their minds. a picture.

The powerful general took the sword from the beautiful but black-bellied king, and made a solemn promise to the king: "I will definitely return in triumph, and use the sword in my hand to protect this beautiful country, and I will also protect you."

So, without the knowledge of most of the normal audience and the protagonist of the incident, there was a lot of screams in the auditorium.Mixed in the shouts of cheering for the two schools, they did not lose the wind at all.

In an unusually warm atmosphere, the final game finally kicked off.

Even if you have seen Himura Shiina's serve, but every time you watch it again, the feeling of shock will not be reduced.

Fei Cun's slender body is like a wisp of misty blue smoke on the court, weird and fast, his feet alternate at a pace that ordinary people can't imitate, and the whole person seems to have the ability to move instantly. Appears in any corner of the field in an instant.

Thin, ethereal, with an unspeakable sense of fragility.But the opposite is the ball he hit. At that moment, the clouds in the sky seemed to be called, and they pressed down layer by layer, heavy and gloomy.The swift tennis ball was like a thunderbolt, piercing through the clouds with the momentum of destroying everything. At that moment, it seemed that everything in the world would be destroyed by the thunderbolt, leaving only crushed powder.

This is Thunderbolt! ! !

Even if he has experienced it before, the power of this ball is even greater than that of Mingyang's special training.Mingyang said during the special training that he reproduced their stunts based on what he knew about the opponent's strength, that is to say, in this short period of time, Himura Shiina's strength has evolved rapidly.

Sanada looked at the scorched black area behind him, and had to admit the strength of the other party, who was called a ghost.He couldn't react to the power of this ball at all, even if he had the awareness and reaction ability cultivated by frequent practice with Mingyang that surpassed other tennis players, he still couldn't react.

Seeing this goal, there was a moment of silence in the entire stadium, followed by warm applause and cheers that could overturn the entire stadium.

Yukimura looked at the opening scene on the court that made the audience excited, a glint of darkness flashed in his eyes, the ghostly talent Himura really lived up to his reputation, this evolution is really amazing.Sanada...he has a tough battle to fight.

The strength that seemed to be like a thousand weights smashed all the obstacles.

1 - 0, [-], [-].

A lightning-like counterattack shattered all hope of scoring.

2 - 0, [-], [-].

The ball, whose strength has not weakened in the slightest, tore through the cloud, and the light is so dazzling that it is almost impossible to open your eyes.

3 - 0, [-], [-].

The body and will were all oppressed and closed, and they began to protest against the command of the brain.

4 - 0, [-], [-].

There was an eerie silence outside the stadium, and everyone held their breaths waiting for the end of this carnage-like game.

A sophomore of Muzhiteng looked at the court and laughed: "Senior Feicun is so kind, why not just send him on the road! Then our Muzhiteng will be the champion. Anyway, there is no one in this world who can fight back against the thunderbolt .”

Jindai Lufeng hooked the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Don't forget the previous match against Ice Emperor Academy, it was a solid counterattack and scored."

The second-year team member sneered coldly: "Cut! That's nothing like a counterattack. It's just that you were forced to hit the end of the road and swung your racket randomly and happened to hit it back. In the end, you didn't just fight back that time and you lost."

The corner of Shendai Lufeng's mouth curled into an ironic arc. This is Feicun's last match, and it can also be regarded as a farewell match with tennis. This year, Mu Zhiteng's third graders are basically because of Feicun, and they want to have a good time with him for the last time Participate in a national competition.These people will retire next year. Seeing the descendants of Mu Zhiteng now, he has to sigh. The successor of Mu Zhiteng next year is really... disappointing!

On the court, Sanada tightly grasped the racket. He thought of the last time he had a special training session with Mingyang, he was also beaten by Mingyang with a thunderbolt, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't even win a point from his opponent. .It wasn't until he mastered domainization under Mingyang's guidance that he fought back smoothly.

But now...he forced himself to concentrate, and reflected in his mind every movement of Shiina Himura's counterattack, the hitting of the ball, the angle of swinging the racket, etc. The arc of finger contraction at the moment of the ball, and Su's changing breathing sound every time the opponent hits the ball... Wait, when he played with Naruo, he thought it was easy to do these things, but now...he I found that I couldn't do it at all!

hateful! !hateful! !

can't do it!He felt that it was beyond the limit of human perception. No normal human being could have that level of insight, and he didn't have microscopic supernatural powers. Besides, the brain couldn't remember so many details.

However, when he was playing with Mingyang, he didn't even need to deliberately observe the arc of the opponent's arms every time he swung the racket, the height of his feet when he took off, the position where his fingers held the racket, and the black hair strokes. The arc of his cheeks, the shortness of breath at the moment of hitting the ball, and even the frequency of his eyelashes fluttering while watching tennis are like frames of a vivid movie, which can be played back in his mind without any mistakes.

He has always felt that that is the domainization mastered by the method guided by Ming Yang, and he has always felt that it is easy to do.

Now I know, no.

He can do it easily not because it's easy, or because he's a genius, but because it's Naruo Inaba.

His thinking became disordered and his body became heavy. He closed his eyes and the referee reported a score of 5-0.

The solidarity of the Lihai support team is particularly loud in the relatively quiet stadium.

Wen Tai grabbed Ming Yang's arm and yelled madly with excitement: "What the hell is going on!!! It was obvious that I could do it during the special training! Why can't I do it now? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Instructor, you Quickly think of a way!"

Ming Yang held his chin, and rarely asked with a little doubt: "Could it be because there are too many audiences and he can't concentrate?"

"That's impossible! Instructor!" Mrs. Wen pinched Ming Yang's arm and continued: "Do you think the deputy director is the kind of person who will be distracted by the audience during the game? That is an impossible assumption! So in the end What's going on! Instructor, think of a way!"

Ming Yang pulled out his arm and looked at Wen Tai innocently: "I don't think I really know what's going on."

Wentai covered her eyes in despair, "Then why don't you show your support!"

"Hey?" Ming Yang asked a little surprised: "Isn't that against the rules of the game?"

"Although it is stipulated in tennis matches that coaches are not allowed to communicate and guide players, it doesn't matter just a word of solidarity." Liu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

Ming Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Although that's the case, I don't think it's necessary. If uncle dares to break his promise, I will take care of him. So don't worry."

Everyone in Lihai: "..." I'm more worried now, okay?