The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

The ball was exchanged again, this time it was PK Middle School's serve.

Since PK Middle School has always scored serve points and return serve points, the pace of the game was astonishingly fast. Hyotei's Mukahidake didn't even make a lot of shots, and could only rush on the spot.

Shinobu's eyes closely followed the opponent's every move, like a wild wolf staring at its prey in the forest, patiently waiting for the fatal blow, and noticed that Guangzhou put the tennis racket on his waist again, and held the tennis ball flat on his chest with one hand, The wrist twists, and the tennis ball falls under gravity.

"The missing serve again?"

Laughing softly, his dark blue hair fluttered in the wind, and his deep male voice was seductive, as if he was whispering to his beloved girl. He re-arranged his posture, "Although it is very difficult to imitate it in such a short period of time. It's amazing, but that's where it ends."

Sadaharu Gan, who was watching the seat, flipped through the original notes, "It seems that the ice emperor has already thought of a way to deal with it."

"How can such a powerful doubles team be helpless against newcomers?" The big red-haired cat laid its head on its arms leisurely, dangling in place restlessly, "Right, Dashi?"

As the serve passed the net, the spinning tennis ball disappeared from everyone's sight again.

Renzu raised the corner of his mouth and shouted, "Yueren!"

Xiang Ri soared into the air from behind him, and jumped into the air with a chic vertical leap, like a bird soaring in the sky spreading its wings, and swung forward fiercely, the tennis ball that had disappeared from the retina instantly lifted its disguise, Viciously buckled back to the ground.

"Game Ice Emperor, 15:0."

Xiang Riyue landed lightly like a cat with a thick pad, raised his head proudly, and his red hair fluttered in the air, "Thanks to these four games, your tennis, my eyes can finally adapt."

"So that's how it is." Qian nodded, with a strange excitement of "there is another excellent data" on his face, and rationally analyzed in his mouth.

Kikumaru looked at him curiously, "What?"

"Xiang Riyue, like you, is a player with excellent dynamic eyesight. The disappearing serve based on rotation is actually regular. When Xiang Hi's eyes adapt to this regular rotation, he can barely distinguish Out of the way. For them, they only need this little clue to return the ball. In addition, PK Middle School is in trouble."

Sure enough, the stalemate was resolved in an instant, as if there was some kind of unspoken tacit understanding between Mukahidake and Ninaku Yushi, they kept hitting the tennis balls to both sides of the court alternately with a very purposeful purpose, either short balls or high lobs. ball.

"Our side already has a countermeasure that can crack the moves. However, your side has a fatal weakness that cannot be overcome anyway." Ren Zuo's calm insight is like a dire wolf, and his sharp claws are always waiting for an opportunity.

"—that is, you are only one person, and the physical exertion will always be several times that of our side! Doubles is not like singles, it is a team sport."

Their purpose is very simple, to force the opponent to run continuously by controlling the landing point of the ball, so as to consume the opponent's physical strength.

The avant-garde Xiang Riyueren, who has always preserved his physical strength, completely let go of himself, completely unblocking the dance-style batting, flying in the air like a handy acrobat, scoring three goals in a row.

"Hmph, I never imagined that Xiang Ri, whose weakness is lack of physical strength, would also play procrastinating battles." Haitang commented coldly with his racket in his arms. Once he wins the ball, the black-haired brat will lose his serve."

"Last ball! Take it easy!"

Xiang Riyue performed a backflip effortlessly, and under the action of the gorgeous meniscus soaring into the air, the yellow sphere distorted and deformed under the intense pressure, and finally bounced towards the black-haired boy's face out of control, with the whistling sound of breaking through the air like tearing One can imagine the consequences if hit on the head.

"careful!"

The teammates next to him yelled worriedly, Hui Lu wished he could jump into the field and catch the ball for the man he recognized.

"Damn it, there's no way to react at this speed!" Kubota felt so sympathetic with the enemy that he even changed his name. "Couldn't this be intentionally aimed at You!"

Accompanied by the terrifying scream, Guangzhou only had time to tilt his head slightly to avoid the fatal blow. The tennis ball, which was like a murder weapon, slashed across the side of his delicate and fair face. Startled, he raised his hand in disbelief, leaving a line of blood on his face.

The psychic who had lowered his head had a sharp look in his eyes, but before he could make any more movements, his keen sense of smell at the psychic level helped him smell the sweet and sour smell of tomato sauce in the air.

Saiki Kusuo reacted: "..."

Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The handsome young man lowered his head as if frightened, his black hair was wet with fine beads of sweat, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his expression, and he still maintained the posture of staring at the blood bead on his palm in disbelief , seemed to be hit indistinctly.

Obviously it was just a scratch on the skin, but it seemed that he was about to collapse from a bad cold and go into shock.

Xiang Ri was a little puzzled, he had always been unforgiving, "Hey, what's wrong with that guy? Could it be that he was afraid?"

"It should be due to too much physical exertion." Ninzuzu raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and his eyes focused on the moving lips under the other's hair, "But what does he seem to be talking about all the time?"

"what?"

Hai Teng ran over from behind, helped his teammate who was crumbling, and said worriedly, "You! What's wrong with you! You can't fall down!"

Guangzhou covered his ribs, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he knelt down on the ground abruptly, "...No, I can't just fall down. The Wings of Darkness haven't grown up enough to fight against the Greenland pole yet." The level of the Frozen Ice Bug Country."

In the next second, the black-haired boy's expression changed drastically, as if two personalities in his body were fighting and one suppressed the other. There seemed to be a bottomless vortex in his black eyes, and he licked lightly on his upper body like a vampire. With a mouthful of blood on the back of his hand, his eyes were cold, "Ah, is this the smell of blood? Human beings, you have angered my highness."

"..."

Why cover the ribs when there is a small cut on the face?Are the so-called extremely frozen ice worms referring to them?And this line... no, this line that pure love dare not write, how did he manage to read it without any psychological barriers?

A row of endless ellipsis popped up on Shinobu's head, and before he could express his speechlessness, Mitsuzou, who took the tennis ball from Kaiteng's hand, began to perform the consequences of his anger without a pause.

The black-haired boy suddenly put his racket on the ground, raised his arms flat, his thigh muscles tensed, and his knees slightly bent to form a posture of accumulating energy, as if the evil master was about to prepare for his power.

Under the bewildered gaze of Renzu Xianghi and the innocent people, the young man stood up and kicked, his fingers lightly touched the ground, and he started to stay where he didn't agree with each other... Backhand flip, that posture is more graceful than a Dutch windmill, That speed is even more amazing than propeller blades.

"..." Xiang Ri twitched the corner of his mouth.

"What is this doing? Using this trick to stun us and make us let our guard down? If you look at it from the perspective of innovation, you have indeed won."

After more than a dozen backflips, I couldn't stand it anymore. Just about to stop, Guangzhou picked up the racket on the ground, and the ball was thrown high and hit the opponent who was still in a daze under the power of a backflip. .

The tennis ball turned into a golden meteor, dragged its long tail through the vast universe, had violent friction with the atmosphere, spun and hit the ground, leaving a huge burnt crater.

Enduring his pupils shrinking slightly, he looked towards his feet.

The deformed tennis ball was deeply sunken in the field, and the circular pothole sank about ten centimeters. The surrounding area was burnt black as if the skin was necrotic. At the same time, it "sizzled" like beef on a hot iron plate. Hissing, white steam was blowing out.

The most frightening thing is that it still faintly exudes the salty aroma of sizzling beef!

Shinobu: "..."

Xiang Ri: "???"

"..." Saiki Kusuo and the people around fell into silence, especially the unknown psychic who couldn't help complaining crazily in his heart.

Playing tennis to make sizzling beef... This is a bit too much, hey!Is it challenging ordinary people's perception of science fiction and reality? !

The guy who played such a sickly move closed the shot gracefully, his five fingers opened and closed, like a superstar under the spotlight grabbing the attention of fans, the side face circled by the sun was as perfect as an idol, he said in a stern tone Says, "Brutzelndes Rindfleischmit Laserstrahlgekocht (sizzling beef cooked in a laser beam)."

The only one among the group of people who has studied German, Tracebu, has a particularly exciting expression, "..."

Sizzling beef... This guy is still the same as before, not flashy at all.

Ten minutes later, Guangzhou, who smashed Bingdi out of countless craters in halftime, successfully won a crucial serve game, and succeeded in single-handedly overtaking Bingdi.The referee Atobe sat on the high chair and propped his chin lazily, and announced the suspension of the game.

Under his order, the people who repaired the venue rushed to the scene quickly, and they remained calm when Atobe told them that the floor was cracked by the tennis ball.

They are people with stories.

Whether it's a tennis ball hitting a lamp or a hole in a tennis wall being burned by a tennis ball, they can be calm, and they don't seem surprised by anything that happens on this land.

But when they approached the tennis crater that exudes the smell of Japanese teppanyaki, they were still in shock and could not calm down for a long time.

Atobe sat silently on the high chair, turned his head to avoid the dark and astonished eyes of the repairmen, and for some reason had the urge to leave in anger.