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

tread.

Subsequently.

The young man landed steadily on the ground, with a scornful smile on his painted face: "I have seen through your weakness."

"This guy"

Taocheng, Haitang and others all showed dissatisfied expressions.

However, they were also very surprised by this special way of hitting the ball. After careful observation, they could not figure out the principle behind it.

And on the court.

With the change of style, George showed a crushing trend against Fuji. He scored consecutively and forced the latter into a dead end. But just when the French players thought they had regained the initiative in the game, Fuji gradually adapted to the opponent's style and scored a backhand slice counterattack.

"40-30."

"This boy"

Delacroix narrowed his eyes.

He didn't expect that his opponent's adaptability was so strong. In such a short time, he adapted to George's changed tennis style.

"pity."

But then, Delacroix smiled confidently again.

He called George to his side, washed the paint off his face in a very short time, and then used his brush to fly up and down to paint a new face for him.

"This"

The representatives of the Japanese team were immediately surprised.

Qian, Liu and others narrowed their eyes.

This ability is very difficult for them who are good at data tennis. Just imagine how you would feel if the opponent's data you collected with great difficulty changed in an instant.

Although Fuji was not a data type player, he also suffered a lot.

Bang!

finally.

In the fourth game, the opponent still won and the two sides tied 2-2.

"France!"

"France!"

"France!"

The blown counterattack horn excited the French fans and spectators, who kept shouting slogans in the stands. The momentum was like a wave, hitting them one after another.

only.

Both Tezuka and Fuji remained calm about this.

"Ah."

Delacroix shook his head and sneered, "You are just pretending to be calm. Once you watch the scoreline widen little by little, fear will spread completely in your hearts."

He was very satisfied with his artistic masterpiece.

and.

As time goes by, when George has completely collected the data of both opponents, the situation of the game will be completely under their control.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The game continues.

Delacroix and Georges launched an attack, trying to break their opponent's serve. Their attack was so fierce that Fuji was embarrassed for a while.

"whee."

Looking at his opponent, George's face, which was painted with paint, showed a mocking smile: "Sorry, I have completely seen through your blind spot."

Bang!

As he spoke, he suddenly made a move and hit the tennis ball straight towards the area in front of Fuji's right foot.

"That's your blind spot!"

George is very confident, which is the result he derived through data tennis.

"is it?"

But that's it.

Bu Er, who was originally in a state of panic, raised his head. There was no trace of panic on his face. In his deep eyes, a sharp light flashed.

"Do you really think you have collected my real data?"

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Bu Er suddenly made a move and hit the tennis ball into the air in front of everyone's astonished gaze.

"what?"

Everyone, who were originally very nervous, were suddenly dumbfounded.

Especially the players of the French team, after they came to their senses, they looked at Bu Er with surprise.

"This is... a mistake, right?"

Hitting the ball from such a high angle will inevitably result in it flying out of bounds.

"ridiculous."

George naturally couldn't help but sneer and said, "I thought your tennis was great, but this is all?!"

however.

He didn't finish his words, but his eyes suddenly widened.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball that flew into the air suddenly turned downward and hit the court at an astonishing speed. Under the incredulous gaze of everyone, it flew out of the court.

Snapped!

Subsequently.

The tennis ball was caught in Oshitari's hand.

"This kind of ball"

The junior high school students on the French team were stunned. They had never seen such a gorgeous ball skill.

"Genius. Fuji Shusuke."

Camus said softly.

He looked at Bu Er with eyes full of admiration.

Such a talented player is very close to the style of their French team. Even if they are ranked third in the big four, the opponent can definitely become the main player of junior high school students.

"Is this his true strength?"

George was in a trance.

He has been collecting data since the beginning of the game, but his opponent is like a bottomless pit, constantly refreshing the data he has recorded from the beginning to now.

"I do not believe!"

George narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in them.

He thought he had mastered data tennis to a very high level. Not to mention the junior high school students' data, even the high school students' data, the entire French team, except Camus, was under his control.

The person in front of him was, after all, just a junior high school student. The gap between the two sides would not, and would never, be so huge.

Swish!

But the next ball duel.

As he hit the ball, the opponent turned around without any warning.

"Your return has no chance of getting over the net."

"What a joke! How could my ball not pass the ball?"

George wanted to refute, but the next second, when the tennis ball he hit really hit the blocking net, his eyes suddenly widened, and he stood there in a daze as if he had seen a ghost.

"Gudu."

The French staff officer's throat rolled subconsciously.

But then, he took a deep breath and put himself in a posture of being ready for battle.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

but.

No matter how he fought back, the tennis ball always hit the net when it got close to it.

"Game!"

"Japanese team, 3-2, exchange positions!"

End of game.

The Japanese team took the lead again.

On the other hand, everyone on the French team, from the representatives to the players on the field and the fans outside the stadium, were all dumbfounded.

They could never have imagined that they would actually see such a weird and exaggerated scene.

"What a strong rotation!"

Delacroix frowned.