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

No matter how you look at it, it seems that the opponent has reached his limit and can hardly hold on.

"No, that's not right!"

next moment.

In Atobe's mind, the horror he felt when he fought against Irie emerged. At that time, he naively believed that he had suppressed his opponent.

"This guy!!!"

Immediately.

Atobe turned his gaze towards the pool of blood on the court, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"Give up?"

At this moment, Irie, holding the tennis ball, raised his head with great difficulty. A firm look appeared on his pale face: "I said, I promised Niou-kun that I will never give up this game."

"Well."

Hopkins' eyes darkened.

"What a stubborn fellow."

Elvis couldn't help but shake his head, but just when he wanted to complain, he suddenly found that the guy with silver-blue hair in front of Irie's face twitched noticeably.

"what's the situation?"

Elvis was sure he was not mistaken.

The expression on his face was clearly one of being overwhelmed. This was completely different from being moved by the senior's firm belief.

"Forehead"

Hopkins noticed it, too. He showed a clear look of hesitation on his face. Then, he looked at Irie who was holding the tennis ball with a scrutinizing gaze: "What the hell are you doing?"

"what?"

Being locked in that sharp gaze like a scalpel, Irie's emotions, which he had worked so hard to build up, were instantly frozen. As a result, the effect he had laid out in the previous paragraph was ruined.

"Have you been seen through?"

Irie scratched his head helplessly, then he touched his nose with his right hand and smiled awkwardly: "I was thinking of making some changes in the last ball. I didn't expect that it would be discovered so early. I have to say, you are worthy of being called the tennis doctor!"

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Hearing this, Hopkins' face suddenly darkened.

The other players of the American team looked at each other in bewilderment. Everyone was confused by this sudden change.

Balentin looked confused: "What happened?"

"Alan was deceived."

Reinhardt narrowed his eyes and said, "The opponent is an expert at using dialogue and emotional rendering to change the rhythm of the game."

"W-What do you mean?"

Balentin was still confused.

He still couldn't understand, because didn't the guy with glasses vomit blood just now? Why did he act like nothing happened now?

"To be precise, the other party deliberately concealed his strength."

Reinhardt continued to explain: "He pretended that Alan had discovered his weakness and put on a show. His purpose was probably to reverse the situation at the last minute and shock his opponent."

"Master your emotions. I get it."

Obondu nodded: "The opponent's goal has been achieved. This should have been a match that Alan could have won in one go. Our momentum has obviously weakened."

A tennis match, to some extent, is also a battle of will and spirit. Some players who get easily carried away will be easily led by others.

but.

There are very few people who can emotionally influence others and change the situation, and the requirements for their ability are extremely strict. Therefore, there are very few players of this type.

"I understand everything."

Balentin frowned and said, "But why does this guy think that Alan will be affected by him?"

"Yes."

Ou Bangdu also laughed: "The basic quality of a top doctor is to be able to eliminate external interference and concentrate on performing his own 'surgery'!"

"That's right."

Reinhard nodded: "This so-called influence is negligible to Alan. The opponent's plan has basically failed."

For a master who can control the changes in emotions, once he is unable to change the situation of the game, all the efforts and preparations made before will be meaningless.

In Reinhart's opinion.

If the opponent had taken action when he had an absolute advantage in the score and confronted Hopkins head-on, the possibility of winning the first set would have been very high.

But it's a pity.

For some unknown reason, the other party deliberately gave up the advantages he had accumulated earlier. This was undoubtedly a very stupid move.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

At this moment.

Irie was standing at the baseline, tapping the tennis ball gently. His movements were neither fast nor slow, he just tested the feel of the ball a little bit before holding it in his hand.

"Your Excellency, pay attention. I will be serious about the next game."

"Seriously? That's great."

Hopkins sneered and said, "I also want to know how powerful you are when you get serious."

At this moment, he completely regarded the young man in front of him as a clown. He no longer treated him as a strong enemy because of Reinhardt's instructions before the game.

call!

At this time.

Then Irie threw the tennis ball up.

Then, he half jumped up with a smile on his face and quickly dunked the racket.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound.

The tennis ball turned into a streak of light, penetrated the blocking net, and accurately landed on the serving line in front of Hopkins.

"The serve was accurate, but it was a pity. It was so mediocre!"

Hopkins narrowed his eyes, and when the tennis ball landed, he caught the best opportunity to return the ball and swung the racket decisively.

"Let me teach you what real tennis is!"

hum!

however.

Just as his racket was about to hit the tennis ball, Hopkins was stunned, because the tennis ball, like a drop of ink, fell into the water in front of him.

In an instant.

The place where he was standing was completely dyed black, and the trace of the tennis ball completely disappeared.

Snap.

When Hopkins came to his senses, he heard the sound of a tennis ball bouncing behind him.

"15-0!"

The referee spoke.

The spectators around the stadium immediately looked at the vice-captain of the American team with strange eyes.

"That was just now."

Hopkins narrowed his eyes.

Just at that moment, his eyes and ears lost sight of the tennis ball. The tennis ball that was still in his sight a second ago suddenly disappeared.

"My eyes deceive my brain?"

Hopkins' eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole aura suddenly became fierce.

He was serious.

He once again summoned up his previous momentum, trying to really see Irie's serve clearly.

Bang!

but.

He was the forward in the second ball and could only see the tennis ball flying in front of him. The entire trajectory was also very clear, but after the tennis ball landed, there was no sound of the ball hitting behind him.

"30-0!"

"Loki."

Hopkins turned around and looked at the junior high school student: "What did you see just now?"

"I"

Elvis opened his mouth, looking very embarrassed. Just now he thought that the opponent's player was just a waste, not good-looking and useless.

result.

The slap in the face came so quickly that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"that."

However, under Hopkins's sharp gaze, he still said: "I can see the trajectory of the tennis ball, but I'm sorry, vice-captain, I don't have the ability to hit it back."

"See?"

Elvis' words shocked Hopkins slightly.

This was completely different from the situation he had just encountered, and the feeling of being deceived by his eyes and ears did not appear.