[Xinwangwang] On that distant mountain

Ice Emperor's management is actually quite strict, but Mao Li was never stopped every time he walked in wearing Lihai University's school uniform.

The final exams have ended, and the school gates are closed for the spring break.But when Mao Li entered the guard's duty room with a tennis bag on his back and a Li Hai big team uniform, he still didn't get half of the attention.

The gentleman in charge looked up at him, but didn't ask a question.

Mao Li walked to the indoor tennis court along the familiar ice emperor's road. The gate of the court was closed. He took out the key to open it, only to find that the lock was not locked.Pushing open the door, Ochi was standing inside wearing a Hyotei tracksuit.

They had been wearing the red and white sportswear of the Japanese team for the past few months, and it was a bit novel to see their respective team uniforms at this time.

Purely from an aesthetic point of view, the design sense of the Japanese team uniform is quite reasonable.As for the team uniforms, Ice Emperor's team uniforms have always been praised for their color matching, and Li Haida's team uniforms are the standard "kingly temperament".In other words, if you don't have that aura, it will be dirty to wear.A handsome person will look good in it.

Such complaints flashed through Maori's mind.

He closed the door behind his back: "Yueguang-san, you came too early, I was 10 minutes early."

"Preparation activities." The more you know.

Getting ready.

Really serious.

Maori thought, and the fighting spirit spread from his fingers to his whole body.Very shallow, gradually thickened again.

"Senior, you haven't played for a long time to prepare for the exam, right? No wonder you need to cram." He laughed.

Yuezhi snorted lightly: "Long time?"

"Is there always more than half a month? I have been maintaining my daily training."

"Stop talking nonsense, come here quickly to prepare for the activities. Otherwise, don't use the excuse that you didn't perform well after the game." Yuezhi said lightly.

Mao Li shrugged: "When have I ever cheated?"

The indoor tennis court with only two people is empty.In fact, there are not many people in the school, and there are probably some sports clubs that are still stepping up their training, but Bingdi is so big that there are not many people.

An empty field is a good thing for a game.

The sound will become clear.

The sound of panting, the sound of hitting the ball, even the sound of swinging the racket, the sound of footsteps grazing the ground... This will amplify every detail of the game, which is more suitable for a serious game than a field filled with noise from the audience .

Maori retorted, and the action of putting down the tennis bag to prepare for the activity was also very neat.

And he did it very seriously.

He wants to win Yuezhi.

At this... Strictly speaking, Yuezhi has not completely withdrawn from the U17 training camp.

Ever since he knew each other better, he wanted to defeat him.

No way, the impression I had when we met for the first time was too deep, the game played in the abandoned tennis court behind the library was too teasing, and the taste of the coaching game was also very strong.The self-esteem in his bones made him unable to let go of that game, even if the more he knew and indulged him later.

They are partners who cooperate with each other tacitly, friends who can make harassing calls in the middle of the night for no reason, partners who can ask for something without psychological burden, and comrades who fight side by side on the court.

But they can also be opponents who want to beat each other on both ends of the court.

Now he knows more and more.

After so long of cooperative training, he has nothing unclear about the tall senior's playing habits and the rhythm he is best at.

This also made him want to beat him more and more.

In places where there are only two people, even the scores have to be reported by themselves.

But this is no embarrassment for the two people who are receiving semi-professional training.

The preparatory activities were done for half an hour. After standing on both sides of the net, the game started with guessing heads and tails.

The better serve.

"Let's start with Mahe serving the ball directly." Mao Li lowered his body, held the racket tightly and raised his head, his eyes instantly became sharp, "There is no need to test between us, right?"

"That's right." Yue Zhi responded.

He flipped the tennis ball, and the moment he raised his hand, his momentum changed.

It was a lion awakened from his deep sleep.

Snapped!

The tennis ball leaves a fleeting ghost on the retina.

Maori's pace is entirely based on experience and intuition, but it is still half a beat slower.

When he heard the whistle of the tennis ball in his ear while swinging the racket, he knew that the ball was still missed.

Sure enough, the line of the racket brushed against the tennis ball, and there was a thin line between them.

Boom!

"15-0" Yuezhi got up and changed direction, "You're too slow to enter the state, aren't you?"

"Sorry, my fault." Mao Li licked his lips and said simply.

His eyes stared at Ochi brightly, which made the tall boy with a layer of bangs in front of him swallow the follow-up "cynicism".

Forget it, talkative talk is of no use to those close to you.

Thinking of this, Yuezhi gave up the idea of ​​verbal stimulation.

Raise your hand and slap.

The second ball Maori caught up accurately.

Not touching the racket for more than half a month means that all the data in Yuezhi's mind are still valid, but the data in Yuezhi's mind may not be completely correct.But that's a theory without other considerations.

When the tennis ball touches the racket, the force from the racket is within the expected fluctuation range. Mao Li has already prepared himself, but still feels that the tennis ball will be uncontrollable and come off the racket after pulling the ball.

Intensity.

The gap at the technical level is still there. Although it has been shortened, there is no good solution to the gap between height and wingspan.

Mouri frowned at the burden on his wrist.

Snapped!

The tennis ball hit the middle net and missed the net.

Not surprised either.

This is what even the seniors of the Byodoin Temple praised. Mach, who knows the moonlight better, serves.

What's next?

When did the spiritual assassination start?

Maori was unusually calm.He turned his head to glance at the tennis ball rolling down from the net, and then watched Senior Ochi take out another tennis ball from his pocket.

It was Mach serving again.

Can I get it this time?

It's not at full strength, it's slower than what I've seen in the previous World Cup.This does not mean to preserve strength, but just normal physical strength distribution.

There is no possibility of victory without breaking serve, and the possibility of breaking serve...

Except for the beginning, there is only the end.

Do you want to bet now, or later?

If you can't decide, don't think too much about it.

The game also occasionally needs intuition to make decisions for others.

And instinct.

Maoli successfully returned the third serve. After the return, he found that his wrist was a little sore and weak, which was due to the relationship between controlling the rotation too finely - to face poor strength, the solution is to use rotation and skills to relieve force.

If every ball is resolved like this, then he will not be able to finish the game.

So what?

How to consider the distribution of rhythm?

The key point of the variation...in which game is it?

Diagonal lashes... slices, smashes!

"40-0" Ochi held the tennis ball, "It's the end of the game."

"It's only the first round, senior." Mao Li frowned and said in a low voice.

There is no need to test between them.But the key to victory is obviously to use mutual understanding to achieve control over the game.

How to make full use of strengths and avoid attacks from weaknesses?

After several rounds of back and forth, the last ball in the first game was still won by Ochi.

Taking into account the bearing capacity and physical strength of his wrist, Maori has a preliminary idea of ​​the rhythm of the game.

Even though it was really a fight, it was still a matter of taking one step at a time.Who knows if senior will follow his plan?

"It's time for you to serve." The more you know.

Mao Li glanced at it, and the movement of the hand was still familiar.

His serving habits are not a secret among the U17s. Almost everyone who knows him knows that he is used to teeing off like this.

Even so, there are not many who can return his serve.

This is a tee-off habit accumulated by a tennis player who is proficient in technology and has a solid foundation over the years. It seems old-fashioned and simple, but it is a collection of technical essence.Mao Li is lazy rather than stupid. If the serve is too easy to be returned, why does he have to use the same method to die?

As soon as the tennis ball left the racket, Maori hit the net.

But not too close.

He intercepted Ochi's return ball in front of the net, turning the tug-of-war at the bottom line into a volley in front of the net.

Yuezhi's long legs allowed him to reach the net in two steps, and he didn't have much trouble catching the ball.

but……

"15-0" Maori waved his racket: "Senior, you deal with the details so sloppily, how about being more serious?"

Yuezhi kept a cold face and didn't answer.

Those who are better at technical control and micro-manipulation in a small area are originally gross profits.

The volley in front of the net is more beneficial to Maori.

What about not going online?

...why do you want to escape the gauntlet?

The game quickly became heated.

They both know each other all too well.

Honest people don't hide too much from their "partners".Yue Zhi is a Leo, although he is taciturn, he is always straightforward.However, Maori has moody elements in his character, but he is always frank when facing Yuezhi.The relationship between seniors and seniors can become harmonious, of course, is the result of mutual heart-to-heart communication.One indulges and the other depends, and cooperate with each other.

This kind of understanding and connivance, when put on the field, becomes a reaction that can be made before the counterattack, and a too obvious rhythm difference between the mutual calculation and reconciliation.

It's different from data tennis again.

They didn't intend to use this data, they just analyzed it according to their usual playing habits.

When the third game went online, Mao Li's heart skipped a beat when the small steps landed.

At that moment, he and Yue Zhi passed by, and their eyes also crossed.

Here comes the spiritual assassination.

While this thought was floating in my heart, a certain anxiety surged up at the same time.

As a teammate, you will not be affected by mental assassination, but as an opponent...

When the tip of that knife is aimed at my heart...

Maori gripped the racket tightly.

He clenched his teeth, but he still couldn't stop his heartbeat from speeding up and his palms sweating.

Breathing became short of breath, and the soreness in my weak wrists and arms seemed to double.

pressure.

Mental oppression.

This didn't work for me.

he thinks.

Mental assassination is useless to me, I can handle it.

The long-term cooperative training made him somewhat resistant to spiritual assassination, and his own mental strength and characteristics also prevented most of the process of the knife tip from piercing the soul.

The hand holding the racket is indeed trembling slightly, but there is no room for error in controlling the rotation.

Maher serves...

Then don't accept it!

Chance to break...

bide your time!

At this time, there are three innings.

After passing a serve, Maori stabilized his mind, but still made a double fault.

But only once.

The serve was barely saved, a lot of physical energy wasted, and the muscles of the body began to feel numb, but the mental oppression was fading.

This represents the gradual weakening of the role of spiritual assassination.

As for doing it again...

Magical things like mental tricks are useless as long as they are broken.

It is continuous, and once you break free, the inertial force will make the subsequent restraints useless.

Snapped!

The speed of the sliding step is still the same as the beginning, and Yue Zhi quite appreciates Maori's stable and precise performance during the game.

The control and mastery are fully revealed in the swing of the little curly-haired junior.

Entered the tug of war again.

Exchange serve?

The key to victory... Where is it?

The author has something to say:

It's so annoying to sign up online...

I don't have a template yet, so I don't know what to do if I make a mistake...

The thought of Yue Zhi being a Leo makes me a little confused, and I always feel that the characters of the two people in this article are completely ruined.Moonlight-san doesn't look like a Leo at all...Maybe it's because I was brainwashed by licking Lion Kai recently...

After the break-up (fog) match, the game is over, and the next chapter is about to come, and then the extra chapter, yes, it just ends at 55.