I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

The tennis ball hits the ground.

Pressed on the junction of the bottom line and the sideline.

Tap! !

But at this moment, Yukimura appeared. He was wearing a coat, and his face showed no emotion. He glanced at the tennis ball bouncing in front of him and swung his racket.

Bang!

The crisp sound spread.

Tokugawa's sharp ball was instantly countered by Yukimura. Moreover, the tennis ball flew out diagonally and hit the baseline with great accuracy.

"hiss!"

Seeing this, a high school student couldn't help but take a breath: "Is this guy serious?"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Immediately.

On the court, Yukimura and Tokugawa constantly chased the tennis ball and used their superb skills to drive the tennis ball into the baseline, sideline, and even the intersection of the two lines.

And watching the two players fight for every inch in the match where every ball was on the line, both high school and middle school students subconsciously opened their mouths wide.

"No, it's not."

"This guy can actually fight Tokugawa to a close?"

"Is he really a junior high school student?"

"Besides, the coat on this guy's shoulders is glued on, right?"

Someone said something, and the high school students were all shocked, and their eyes were fixed on the coat on Yukimura's shoulders.

"Liar, liar, right?"

"It's such an intense game, and he's actually playing with his coat on?"

"Gudu."

In the hearts of some high school students, the contempt they felt before the game no longer existed. Instead, he was deeply in awe of Yukimura's strength.

Bang!

At this time.

Tokugawa took a step forward and swung the racket quickly. The tennis ball accelerated and flew out, hitting the ground at a very low height and bouncing to score.

"15-0!"

In this regard.

Yukimura was not to be outdone. On the second ball, he also used his explosive power to accelerate the attack and score from Tokugawa.

"15-15!"

but.

After all, this was Tokugawa's serve, and he himself is an all-around player. The playing style is steady and it is an enhanced version of basic tennis.

Every ball was flawless, leaving Yukimura unable to find any flaws, and he scored consecutively in the next few balls.

Bang!

"Game!"

"Ichijun Tokugawa, 1-0, exchange positions."

In the blink of an eye.

Tokugawa won the first game.

The atmosphere of the game also reached the climax of the first stage.

Whoops!

At this time.

Yukimura took off his jacket and threw it to Kirihara outside the venue. He walked into the court with a calm face, took out his tennis racket and started playing.

"Well."

Outside the court, Irie stroked his chin and asked, "Does this action mean that the warm-up is over?"

Bang!

Second round.

Yukimura serves.

After gaining the advantage of serving, he did not rush for success, but always maintained the rhythm of taking the initiative in the game.

after that.

He played steadily and won the second game even though he and Tokugawa were evenly matched.

"It's very strong!"

Looking at Yukimura's calm face, Hakamada couldn't help but say, "This junior high school student doesn't seem to be on the same level as those guys just now."

"Of course."

Yuan Zhe, who was next to him, also smiled and said, "This is the Son of God Li Hai, the strongest being among junior high school students."

As the main force of Shitenhoji Temple, Tetsuya Hara had met Yukimura in the national competition.

Although the overall strength gap between the two teams was too large, he did not get a chance to play. But at that time, he was deeply impressed by Yukimura.

"Yukimura is indeed very strong."

Mao Li couldn't help but nod and said: "When I was in junior high school, he was the only person I was not sure of defeating."

Hear the words.

The expressions of other high school students also changed.

They knew that Mori's real strength was to defeat Kiritani, who was ranked 9th, and to rise to the top.

Such a master is not sure that he can beat Yukimura, which shows how powerful this junior high school student is!

The changes in the situation on the court also proved Yukimura's strength. He and Tokugawa kept each other's serve and tied the score all the way.

Bang!

The game entered the 27th minute.

Yukimura got the point from Tokugawa with a sharp smash.

"Game!"

"Second Army Yukimura, 5-5!"

"You are strong."

On the court, Tokugawa looked at his opponent solemnly and said in a deep voice: "And, if I'm not mistaken, you haven't shown your true strength yet, right?"

"Senior, aren't you the same?"

In response to Tokugawa's question that moved the high school students, Yukimura smiled and asked back, "So far, you should have only used 60% of your strength, right?"

"Well."

Hear the words.

Tokugawa's eyes darkened slightly.

He is indeed limiting his strength, and it is just as Yukimura said. He has been deliberately suppressing his strength to 50% to 60%.

This is a way of hiding one's strength. At the same time, it is also a self-discipline training method taught to him by Oniwa Irie.

Using 50% of the strength will test Tokugawa on how to use the smallest amount of force to achieve great results.

In the past, he had easily defeated those opponents, proving the practicality of Oniwa Irie's method.

but now.

Facing the young man in front of him, he felt a little bit troubled. Especially after thinking about the other party's age, Tokugawa felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Take a breath.

After eliminating distracting thoughts, he threw up the tennis ball. Once again, he hit that flickering, erratic serve.

And this time.

Yukimura actually didn't respond to receiving the serve.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, a high school student raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's going on with this guy? He actually gave up?"

Many other representatives of the First Army also looked puzzled.

Bang!

but.

Until the tennis ball ejected, Yukimura didn't make any move.

"out!"

Just when everyone was wondering what happened to this junior high school student, the referee suddenly said, "First serve error!"

"what?!"

This statement came out.

The high school students who had originally focused their attention on Yukimura all showed surprised expressions as if they were hallucinating.

"Out of bounds?"

Hakamada stared at the outside of the serving line, which was clearly about 2 centimeters away from the white line, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"It turned out to be true!"