Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 418 The Furious Rage

Hearing Atobe's words, Fujiwara was stunned for a moment, but he didn't speak, just looked at Sakuraichi's cell phone quietly.

Atobe slightly closed his eyelids, he didn't expect her to answer Fujiwara.Suppressing the weakness after the drag racing, he continued to speak: "Hayama of Kumiyama | Nami uses the inclination of the racket and the rotation of the arm to deduce the power when serving, distributes them unevenly on the racket, and then gathers them at the time of hitting the ball. One point was locked on the tennis ball, and finally formed the explosive power of the sunspot.

When Sang Yu received the ball, it exploded completely, and all the power spread out irregularly, so Sang Yu couldn't find the power point on the racket.

Sang Yu didn't know whether to put his power in the center or the side, and he didn't know how much power to use.

Therefore, the irregular force prevented her arm muscles from being able to withstand that weird force, and it was precisely because of this that the arm muscles were strained.

And her chopping is to use force to form a skynet and unforeseen force to lock and cut all the balls, put all the gravity on the balls, so that they can counterattack.

And in the process of flight, the power of the ball will increase little by little, just like a snowball.This trick can be used no matter what kind of serve it is used against.However, I don't understand"

Hearing Atobe's self-contained analysis, Fujiwara did not speak, and looked at him through the lens, as if preparing to listen to his next words.

"Sang Yu, how did you control Ye Shan?" Atobu has been unable to figure out this point. His insight is used to see through the opponent's weakness and counterattack, but he can't see the principle of the opponent's unique move.

Fujiwara closed his eyelids, and a faint halo flowed on the lens, "Sorry."

"Don't you know?" Atobe raised his eyebrows, raised his right hand, and gently stroked his tear mole, watching her eyes gradually darken. "Forget it, my uncle will understand himself."

"Are you preparing for June 6th?"

Atobe paused, indeed, June 6th was the day he and Edogawa agreed to fight, not just her alone, but nine members of Qingxue Women's Tennis.The strength of these nine people is very mysterious to them, especially Edogawa, who has never been on the stage except for playing with Kirihara once, and Sang Yu is strong enough to control the opponent. , Shishido's possibility of losing is too great.

Not only him, including Feng, Hikichi, Jiro, Xiangri, and Huadi, who is good at strength, each of them has their own specialties, and Qingxue's women's net also has its own strengths. trouble.

Although he was not afraid of trouble, it also made him care. After all, the strength of those girls cannot be ignored.

Seemingly understanding Atobe's thoughts, Fujiwara put away Sakuraichi's cell phone, his habitual tone was still cold, "It's useless. Even if you know, your members can't find a way to restrain it."

Atobu frowned, and recovered again, "I wouldn't do such an unglamorous thing." Then, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and said to the maid who heard the sound: "Take Fujiwara San go to rest."

"Yes, Ms. Fujiwara, please."

Fujiwara nodded slightly to Atobe, turned around and followed.

Looking at her back, Atobe's eyes gradually darkened, can't find a way to restrain it?
wow——

The rain outside the window fell heavily.

A trace of melancholy, along with the silver-like rain, floats from the sky to the world, and falls to every corner of the world of mortals on Moshang.

The young man pursed his lips, and let out a soft sigh mixed in the raindrops.

Looking up at the wall clock, the light ringing of the pointer is still crisp.

—It's four o'clock.

The young man crossed his fingers and gently covered his lips, his icy blue pupils reflected the flowers on the coffee table, the broken light in his eyes was deep, deep and cold.

Sakuraichi
The eyelids are slightly closed, and the sea-like ice blue flows quietly under the eyes.A person's rainy night, just like this quietly remembering, turning his head to look at the raindrops falling along the side of the window outside the window, let the time gurgling randomly, a little bit lead to the deep sadness in the bottom of my heart.

--Do you know that I'm waiting for you?
(End of this chapter)