Am I a bad person? They all want to kill me?

His tennis skills were limited to what he had learned in physical education class, and those skills were minimal.

Serve? Sorry, I don't understand.

As for giving a hand...

He can only say that if the strength is sufficient, holding the racket with one hand is much more flexible than holding it with both hands.

"Humph!"

Yumiko Miura snorted coldly and said no more.

She took out the tennis ball, stepped back to serve, and gave it 120 percent of her attention.

"boom----"

With a crisp sound of hitting the ball, Yumiko Miura hit an almost perfect topspin ball.

The moment the ball was served, Yumiko Miura suddenly felt much better.

Although she has not experienced high-intensity confrontations since entering high school, the skills she accumulated through sweat and hard work are still there.

This topspin serve could be said to be the result of her three years of hard work in junior high school. She wanted to see how Lin Qing'an, a tennis novice, would receive it!

On the tennis court, the tennis ball left a green afterimage and flew over the net in a clear arc, fell to the ground, and bounced high to Lin Qing'an's left side.

"one cent!"

Miura Yumiko curled the corners of her mouth and silently scored a point for herself in her heart.

Lin Qingan was too careless! No, not careless, but he didn't understand at all.

An expert would know that this ball is a topspin ball just by looking at its trajectory, and would definitely need to get into position in advance to receive it.

As for Lin Qing'an, the ball had already passed the net, but he still stood there motionless. He waited until the ball hit the ground and bounced high before moving.

At this point, there's no way I could catch it!

Moreover, Lin Qing'an holds the racket with his right hand, and the ball is on his left side. Even if he can barely catch up and catch the ball, he will not be able to hit the ball back because of the awkward posture.

So...she has already scored the first point!

However, the next second, Miura Yumiko, who was confident of victory, saw with her own eyes Lin Qing'an crossing a distance of several meters like an antelope and arriving at an excellent hitting position in an incredible way.

"boom----"

After a sound that was so crisp and somewhat harsh, the tennis ball flew over the net at an incredible speed, landed in her half of the court, and then bounced straight towards her.

How is it possible?! That speed?! How did they do it?!

Full of astonishment, Yumiko Miura clenched her tennis racket and hurriedly met the oncoming tennis ball.

Ugh~ Such a heavy ball...

The moment the ball surface touched the tennis ball, the huge impact force made Yumiko Miura's palm numb and her wrist slightly uncomfortable.

"Ho!"

Yumiko Miura let out a low roar and used all her strength to hit the ball back.

Why is this ball so heavy?!

This unscientific?!

How on earth could Lin Qing'an, a novice, hit such an exaggeratedly heavy ball? !

"boom----"

Miura Yumiko didn't have time to think, because the next ball came again...

Before the tennis ball crossed the net, Yumiko Miura had already determined where it would fall and bounce.

It wasn't because her eyesight was so good, but simply because Lin Qing'an was too unskilled. There was no skill in his return. He just swung the racket and hit the ball straight back to her court.

There are no complicated techniques such as topspin, sidespin, and slice, just a simple flat shot.

However......

The moment the racket hit the tennis ball, the huge impact force made Yumiko Miura's palm numb, her wrist sore, and the tennis racket in her hand almost slipped out of her hand.

You know, she was holding the racket with both hands, and she was almost unable to hold the racket in this situation. What kind of monster is this guy!

"Ho!"

Yumiko Miura's pretty face turned red, and she used a lot of strength to grip the racket and hit the ball back.

"boom----"

However, she didn't even have a chance to catch her breath, as Lin Qing'an's next counterattack came again...

"boom----"

"boom----"

"boom----"

With the powerful and heavy balls hitting one after another, Miura no longer only felt numbness in her palms and soreness in her wrists, her arms were also trembling slightly, and her shoulders were sore as if she had been punched.

"boom----"

Finally, on the sixth heavy ball, Yumiko Miura's hands loosened and the racket slipped out of her hands.

The racket fell far to the ground, making an almost imperceptible sound.

The tennis ball that was not intercepted flew out of the court with its remaining force and hit the protective iron net surrounding the tennis court heavily, causing the protective iron net to ripple for a while.

"one cent."

Lin Qing'an stood up straight and said casually.

"hu~hu~hu~"

Yumiko Miura breathed slightly and looked at her still shaking hands with some disbelief.

It's only one minute and her hands are already shaking like this. For the next six minutes...

Lost, already lost...

It was not until then that Miura Yumiko finally understood what Lin Qing'an relied on.

He really had no skills, nor did he need any. He could crush everything she had with just his terrifying strength.

"Do you want to continue?"

Lin Qingan asked with a cold expression.

Although he only used 30% of his strength, it was enough to crush an ordinary high school girl like Yumiko Miura.

"continue!"

Hearing Lin Qing'an's nonchalant tone, Miura Yumiko felt a surge of anger in her heart.

She picked up the racket and looked at Lin Qing'an with a ferocious look.

Losing is losing! But she won't admit defeat!

"Okay, let's continue."

Lin Qing'an held the racket in his right hand and stood there naturally and casually, as if he didn't take Miura Yumiko seriously at all.

"Yui, throw the ball to me."

Yumiko Miura stretched out her hand and asked Yuigahama Yui for the ball.

When no one noticed, Yuigahama Yui had quietly picked up the tennis ball beside her.

"Yumiko..."

Yuigahama Yui's eyes were full of worry, and she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

"Give me!"

"Well......"

Yuigahama Yui pursed her lips and gently threw the tennis ball to Miura Yumiko.

Although she didn't know what happened exactly, she saw Yumiko's hands shaking...

This is just the beginning, and Yumiko has become like this. If it continues, Yumiko...

At the same time, Yumiko Miura got the ball, retreated to the serving position, endured the pain in her arms, and served a topspin ball with all her might.

"boom----"

"boom----"

"boom----"

A new round of fighting begins again.

The only sound left on the tennis court was the crisp sound of the ball hitting the ball.

Although most of the students watching the fight were laymen, they were not blind. They could see that Lin Qing'an was fighting very easily.

Moving back and forth, it looks like a flying antelope or a swift rabbit. Its figure is graceful and at the same time, it reveals a sense of leisurely strolling in the garden.

Yumiko Miura is at the other extreme. She runs back and forth, and every counterattack is visibly strenuous.

"Two points."

"Three points."

"Four points."

As the score gap widened, Yumiko Miura's resistance became weaker and weaker.

Her pretty face was flushed, and her snow-white forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat. Every time she ran, sweat would spill onto the court.

Seeing that Yumiko Miura was becoming more and more embarrassed, the expressions of the students watching outside the tennis court also changed slightly.

I always feel that Lin is a little too ruthless. After all, Miura is a girl. When she is sure to win, can't she let her win?

At the same time, everyone in the tennis court had different expressions.

Hayasaka Ai's eyes are as bright as stars, shining brightly.

It's interesting. When did Lord Qing'an's physical fitness become so exaggerated? And it seems that Lord Qing'an didn't use his full strength at all.

At this moment, she was a little curious about the physical limit of Master Qing'an...

Yukinoshita, as before, crossed her arms over her chest with a blank expression on her face.

She knew from the beginning that Lin Qing'an would win, and she came here just to witness it. After all, Lin Qing'an was also a member of the Service Department.

Besides that, she came here to observe this classmate Ye Yue.

When she first met Erika Yeyue, she vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this person, and now... she was even more certain of it.

The reason is very simple. Approaching Lin Qingan for no reason is the biggest problem!

On the other side of the tennis court, Yuigahama Yui couldn't help but look at Hayama Hayato.

It's obvious that Yumiko can't hold on any longer, why doesn't Hayato Hayama persuade Yumiko to admit defeat?

As long as Hayama opens his mouth, Yumiko might admit defeat.

Hayato Hayama frowned and watched silently.

"Five points."

"Six points."

There is one last point!

Yumiko Miura, who could hardly lift her arms, gritted her teeth, retreated to the serving position, and prepared to serve.

As early as the third point, she could no longer serve topspin balls and could only serve ordinary flat balls.

Yumiko Miura threw up the tennis ball and swung the racket hard.

Obviously, this was just an ordinary flat shot.

However......