I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

At night, Takamura walked out of the club after a day of training, and when he looked up, he saw Liu who was waiting.

"How did you know I was here."

"There are a total of 3 tennis clubs near the school, and it is easy to calculate based on the direction you leave the school."

"I think," Liu gritted his teeth and bowed deeply.

"Ask the minister to teach me how to play."

Takamura nodded inwardly.

The so-called law is not taught to six ears. Active teaching and being asked to teach are completely different.

Takamura also understood at this time, why those old white-bearded grandpas had to let the protagonist go through all kinds of dangers before calling out the adventure exercises that had been prepared for a long time.

Don't tell me, I'm in a really good mood.

"Come with me."

At night, when they came out of a secluded coffee shop, the two sat looking at each other.

Outstanding appearance and temperament, from time to time attract the attention of women around.

Takamura, Yanagi Renji.

"I guess you have a lot of questions to ask me." Takamura.

"Yes," Yanagi Renji replied.

"Ask any questions."

"..."

With so many questions, Yanagi Renji didn't know what to ask for a while.

"Minister, are you really playing data tennis?"

"If it's a fake replacement."

Yanagi Renji is silent,

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought Takamura was talking nonsense.

But the fact was in front of him, and he had to believe it.

It turned out that my tennis was all wrong.

Not only me, but also Akuto-san, and Kan, were all wrong.

Liu smiled bitterly.

After a long time, Liu stood up and bowed deeply.

"what should I do?"

"First of all, you buy a laptop and record it with a pen. You can't figure it out."

I don't know how Yanagi Renji thought about it. The huge amount of data collected and sorted out and recorded with a pen is really exhausting.

"OK."

"Also, do you know what I meant for your attention?"

"I know, it's to solve the problem of the weak early stage of data tennis."

In data tennis, in order to exert power, you must collect data on your opponents.

The more complete and accurate the data, the more powerful it can be. But once the data is wrong, it will lose the whole game.

Generally speaking, in the first game of the game, the data tennis players will use one game to collect data to verify the accuracy of the data. Then fight back.

In the U17 World Cup, under the best of three, it even took a set of time to collect data.

This is extremely stupid in Takamura's eyes.

In a normal tennis match, you need to get six rounds, and you will send out one round directly.

Good guy, one sixth is gone.

"Thousands of people have thousands of faces. You can get all the points in the first round of gathering intelligence. But," Liu smiled bitterly.

"I'm afraid I can't replicate other people's skills."

People and people's constitutions cannot be generalized. For example, Takamura, he has a sliding tackle that can simulate almost any ball;

But Liu, his physical quality, decided that some skills he could not use at all.

Such as aggression like fire.

Because Liu's strength is not enough, he can't use racquet to hit the flame, so naturally he can't use it.

Even if it is used, its power is greatly reduced.

Moreover, copying other people's skills requires a lot of practice, which will inevitably reduce their original training programs.

In the long run, is Liu from the data genre or the imitation genre?

Takamura looked at Willow with a foolish look.

Let Liu confused.

Did he think wrong?

"Who told you to see one copy and one? Wouldn't you just copy two or three?"

"You just need to collect data, two or three plays are enough."

Liu suddenly realized.

He just got into the horns.

"Thank you." He bowed deeply again.

For Takamura, Liu's admiration can no longer be expressed.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll give you some guidance first."

Liu Daxi. Excited.

Watching the figure of Takamura leaving, Liu suddenly noticed.

Takamura didn't sweat a single drop all day long, even when he played against Sanada.

"Minister, how strong are you?"

Takamura's figure is even taller.

Back at the residence, Yuuki had already prepared the meal.

"This is my specialty, let's see if it suits your taste." Yuuki was a little nervous.

Oden, takoyaki, and the main dishes are tempura and miso soup.

"It's very rich, come and eat together."

"No, I've eaten it."

"Definitely not. After eating, your weight will increase by 0.3 pounds."

"And now, not only has your weight not increased, but you have lost 0.2 pounds."

"Yeah." Yuuki blushed. Obviously he didn't expect his weight to explode.

"Really, a girl's weight is a secret." Muttering a small mouth, Yuuki sat down without giving in, and started eating directly.

Takamura laughed.

Unexpectedly, Yuuki, who is a mother, has such a childish side.

I have to say that Yuuki's food is still good.

After eating, Takamura read a book for a while, and then went to rest after eating.

Yuuki packed up, and after resting, made breakfast and lunch.

"Then I'll go first, Takamura-kun, and I have to catch the high-speed train."

"kindness."

Takamura didn't turn his head and continued to immerse himself in training.

"Aren and Takamura-kun are too far apart."

"It would be great if Aren could be as good as Takamura-kun one day."

Yuuki sighed again at the thought of her own incompetent son. *