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

As if thinking of something, he turned his head and looked at Ishikawa not far away, with a look of surprise in his eyes. If it was really as he guessed, then this person's plan was too bold, wasn't it?

"You have to know that this is the French team, not a team like Australia that is ranked around 20th."

However, the person who led this matter was Ishikawa. Duke was extremely wary and in awe of this person. Because even Byodoin was no match for the man in front of him.

In this case, no matter what arrangements the other party makes, Duke believes that there must be a reason for it.

"Is that guy Edgar?"

Duke turned his gaze to the blond-haired young man who was walking into the court. "His tennis talent is not bad. If he can limit the guy with glasses, he has a great chance of winning. But that guy... Ugh!"

Thinking of the last point, Duke's eyes couldn't help but become solemn.

Because he suddenly realized that even though they were a group of junior high school students, the strength of the two people in front of him, especially the calm boy with glasses, should not be underestimated.

"Game start."

After a while.

The referee on the high chair cast his eyes towards the boy with long brown hair on the side of the court: "Japanese team Fuji serves, the game ends!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The words fell.

Then Bu Er took out a tennis ball from his trouser pocket and started hitting it gently.

"Ah."

Grabbing the tennis ball lightly in his hand, a smile appeared on his handsome face: "Then, let's start!"

Ziliu!

Immediately, he spun the tennis ball and let it fall freely. When the tennis ball reached the right position, he quickly cut and hit it with the racket in his hand.

There was a crisp snap.

The tennis ball flew to the other side.

"This is."

"Cut serve?!"

"What a joke!"

The players of the French team all frowned.

Such a beginner's tennis serve was clearly a humiliation to them. You know, even a well-trained elementary school student would not use such a weak serve in a game.

"Have you made a move?"

But unlike the others, George, the boy who was in charge of receiving the serve, raised his eyebrows slightly: "The serve that disappears?"

As the French team's advisor, George did his homework after the game. Especially for the Japanese team, an opponent that even Camus was very concerned about, he did not dare to be careless at all.

therefore.

Before the game started, he had looked up a lot of information, including the game video of the brown-haired boy in front of him.

He remembered clearly that the opponent was a master in terms of technology. At one point, he even restrained the special skills of the two powerful players of the Swiss team, Federer and Pugu.

"This serve will flash rapidly after it hits the ground. When the frequency exceeds a certain level, it will create an illusion of disappearance."

The information about this skill emerged in George's mind.

Swish!

Immediately.

His eyes were fixed on the tennis ball that was about to fall to the ground. Sure enough, after the tennis ball hit the ground and bounced up, it began to flash left and right at a high frequency.

"coming!"

George perked up.

He had watched this ball repeatedly and thought he could crack it the first time he saw it in actual combat.

Whoosh!

but.

When the tennis ball really disappeared, the young French team's staff officer was stunned.

call!

After a while.

As a warm breeze blew, the tennis ball that had disappeared suddenly appeared behind him and rolled to his feet.

"15-0!"

"Well."

George looked a little unhappy.

He thought he could break his opponent's trick in an instant. But when he really got started, he found that the changes in the opponent's tennis ball were more than just a simple frequency flicker.

"In that instant it was as if tennis had completely disappeared."

George narrowed his eyes.

Recalling the serve just now, he still failed to catch the opportunity when the tennis ball changed beyond his expectations.

"Let me do it instead."

Delacroix seemed very confident.

He had already seen through his opponent's changing ball just now.

"It's nothing more than adding some special spin to make the tennis ball undergo special changes from the inside when it lands. If you can see through the key, you will definitely be able to see through it."

Snapped!

soon.

Fuji hit the serve again.

As before, the frequency of the tennis ball did not change much. But after it landed, just as Delacroix had imagined, a deep change extended from within the tennis ball.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

Then, the tennis ball flashed left and right at a high frequency and soon disappeared from people's sight.

“Nice idea, but a pity.”

Delacroix shook his body and swung the racket towards some empty space.

call!

But just then, a breeze blew.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Delacroix, who had already hit the ball with his racket, suddenly froze.

Swish!

next moment.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the tennis ball actually emerged from his backhand direction.

"30-0!"

"how come."

Delacroix was dumbfounded.

His intuition, which was always accurate, was wrong. Moreover, he clearly observed the ripples in the air after the tennis ball flashed and disappeared.

"I definitely can't be mistaken, that was... eh?"

call!

at this time.

A breeze blew, interrupting Delacroix's thoughts. He raised his head suddenly and stared at the smiling brown-haired boy opposite him.

"Hiss, how on earth did this kid come up with this idea?!"

This moment.

The top player of the French team, who was known as the "Tennis Artist", looked at Bu Er with a suddenly uncertain look.

Even with his proud personality, he had to admit in his heart that the other party's idea was too shocking.

"interesting."

Think of this.

Delacroix narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I thought it would be a boring game, but I didn't expect that the Japanese team would have such a genius!"

Chapter 476 The Art of Tennis, an Insurmountable Mental Barrier

Bang!

"40-0!"

In the blink of an eye.

Fuji scored another point.

George, the bespectacled French staff officer, looked around, as if looking for the tennis ball.

“Has it blended into the wind?”

Outside the court, Camus, known as the "Tennis Revolutionary", looked at the brown-haired boy in surprise: "It's a very genius idea, but Edgar should have seen through it."

Snapped!

really.