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

Others like Fuji, Oshitari and others also showed puzzled expressions.

"Cough cough."

Mitsuya coughed twice, shook his head helplessly and said, "In human terms, you can freely choose your own gender."

Kaji raised his eyebrows slightly: "For example?"

Mitsuya smiled bitterly: "For example, plastic bags from Wal-Mart and armed helicopters."

"what?!"

Everyone was stunned.

Then, he looked at Camus on the court with a very strange look.

“These Westerners”

Even Tezuka's mouth twitched twice and he shook his head and said, "It's indeed too open!"

"You are wrong."

At this moment, Duke said, "Camus did not treat his gender as a tennis racket. He just had a different feeling for his racket. That's all."

"Are you devoted to the racket?"

Tanejima, Irie and the others looked at the blond young man on the court with interest. The latter smiled and said, "What an interesting person. I just don't know what his tennis skills will be."

Not only them, but also Polk, Medanore and others in the stands were very interested in Camus's tennis.

And the other side.

Everyone on the French team stared at Ishikawa.

Two wins and two losses.

This singles match will determine the final result of the quarter-finals. Although they are confident in Camus's ability, Ishikawa, who has defeated many masters along the way and has unfathomable strength, is also very feared.

"Master, he should be able to win, right?"

Moro spoke.

He has always been free and easy-going and likes to show off and act funny, but at this moment his attitude has become unusually serious.

"Well."

however.

But no one responded to him.

Even Xialudalu, who was always extremely proud, showed a strong fear in his eyes.

He thought about yesterday, how he was frightened by just a glance. If Duke hadn't appeared, he would have definitely fallen down.

"Watch carefully."

Barthes was more calm: "Leopold will certainly not let us down."

“I’m looking forward to this game.”

On the court, Ishikawa smiled and said, "I think, Senior, you will definitely not let me down, right?"

"Of course!"

Camus spoke confidently.

Now that he has come this far, no matter how the previous games go, all he has to do is defeat the boy in front of him and lead the French team to the semi-finals.

immediately.

The two players guess who will serve.

After a while, both teams retreated to the baseline. The referee's voice rang out: "The game begins. Camus of the French team serves. The game ends!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The words fell.

The originally noisy court became quiet, and everyone's eyes were turned to the blond young man who was gently hitting the tennis ball.

"Then please watch my serve!"

call!

Camus grabbed the tennis ball and threw it high up. He then stood on tiptoe, stretched his upper body, swung the racket at the tennis ball in mid-air, turned the racket slightly, and hit the tennis ball at an angle.

Bang!

The crisp sound stirred.

Under the gaze of everyone, the tennis ball turned into a flash of red light and flashed by.

The light is scorching.

The air flow is hot.

Many people who were close to it suddenly felt an uncontrollable restlessness in their hearts.

"What exactly is this serve?"

The Japanese team was moved.

Even Tezuka, who usually has a calm personality, felt his heartbeat speed up uncontrollably the moment he saw the serve.

"Is this the first move you make?"

Duke slowly opened his narrowed eyes, revealing a rather solemn expression: "Through the rotation and gloss changes of the serve, it stirs up the emotions of others - the kiss of Eros!"

Bang!

but.

What responded to everyone was the crisp sound of a ball hitting the ground.

"Being beaten back?!"

The French players were shocked.

Especially those high school students, they didn’t expect that Camus, who used his special moves at the beginning, couldn’t score directly.

"That's the [Kiss of Eros]!"

Bart's pupils couldn't stop trembling.

No one knew better than him how terrible this serve was. In the six years from junior high school to high school, although his strength continued to improve, he was still unable to crack this move.

In Camus' words, as long as there are emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in our hearts, it is impossible not to be affected.

"Could it be that"

As if he thought of something, his face changed and his eyes turned sharply to Ishikawa who had just received the serve: "He is a person without emotions?"

Be ruthless and you will not be disturbed.

Only in this way can the opponent ignore the influence of [Eros' Kiss].

"No, that's not right!"

But Bart immediately dismissed this thought, because he saw clearly that the other person had a smile on his face.

"It's not that he has no emotions, but..."

"But have you reached a state where you can control your emotions as you please?"

Thinking of this, Camus on the court had a gleam of light in his eyes.

It's hard to imagine.

The other party, who is not even 13 years old, has reached such a state of mind. Normally, a teenager of this age should be full of vigor and ambition.

However, the opponent who has defeated various masters in succession has never shown the slightest bit of pride and complacency.

Bang!

At this time.

Camus received the tennis ball hit back by Ishikawa and was slightly shocked: "He is so calm. Under such circumstances, he even cracked the special spin I hit!"

At this moment, he could clearly feel that there was only the rotation of the opponent's ball, which showed how calm and composed the opponent was when hitting the ball.

"In that case."

Think of this.

Camus turned the racket, exerted force with his wrist, and hit the tennis ball out.

Snapped!

The ball landed very accurately on the bottom line.

Bang!

But Ishikawa's counterattack was also very strong, pressing directly on the center of the bottom edge intersection.

"hiss"

For a moment, many French players were shocked. Facing such a fierce attack from their leader, the opponent did not lose the upper hand at all, and even showed signs of counterattacking.

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

As time went by, the confrontation between the two became more intense.

The speed of the ball was getting faster and faster, and the rotation was getting stronger and stronger. It was just a casual swing, but it made the self-proclaimed extraordinary players around him feel terrified.

Gradually.

Due to the increased speed of the duel between the two, they could hardly see the trajectory of the tennis ball. The sound of the ball hitting their ears was as intense as firecrackers.

"Gudu."