Net King's Summer Cherry Blossoms

"I'm so nervous, the competition is about to start." Horio said loudly, "This is a duel between the masters of Japan and China!" "Horio..." Katsuro exclaimed helplessly. "What's wrong?" Horio turned his head excitedly and looked at Katsuro, "Be quiet, okay." "Okay." Horio shut up obediently.

On the day of the competition, the weather was beautiful, the weather was exceptionally clear, and even the sun appeared to make the winter dry and cold air warm.

"Second singles - Qing Xue: Kikumaru Eiji, Oishi Shuichiro, Long Teng: Su Muyuan, Chu Junze."

Eiji was playing with his racket, not caring about the appearance of his opponent at all, Horio jumped up and said bluffingly: "See, our senior Eiji didn't take them seriously at all" "Shut up !” Everyone shouted unbearably.

"Eiji, pay attention and don't underestimate the enemy." Oishi reminded Eiji.

"Long Teng serves."

Chu Jun took the ball and patted it lightly, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, "Partytime!" At the same time, he threw the ball with a little force, and the other hand swung the racket in a perfect arc, and the ball went high pick to go.

Ying Er jumped up and appeared above the ball. Su Muyuan became nervous and prepared to take precautions, but unexpectedly, Ying Er made a face: "I lied to you." He squatted down again, and Dashi dragged the racket on the ground behind him, rubbing against it. There were bursts of sparks, "Ah, it's the Panyue Intercept!" Horio shouted loudly.

Oishi's beautiful movement returned the ball, just hit the boundary line, and stopped.

"15:0" the referee said loudly.

The audience next to it gradually increased, including some students from Qingxue, and some students from other schools who also came after hearing the news, for example—St. Rudolph.Guanyue sat on the seat with Erlang's legs crossed, and said with a smile: "How could I miss the opportunity to collect Qingxue materials. I heard that Tezuka is back, so I shouldn't miss it."

The game was still going on, Long Teng served for the second time, and Chu Jun served, but he didn't seem to be in a good state. The balls he served were ordinary and easy to return. Ying Er could solve the problem by jumping around in front alone. kind of.

He easily won the first round, and Qinggaku cheered, "Let me tell you, Qinggaku's golden combination is invincible!" "Long live Eiji-senpai and Oishi-senpai!"

But Longteng's players didn't show any performance, it felt like they were watching a good show, and they didn't seem to care about their loss of a round at all.

"It's not that simple. Longteng's people don't intend to compete well at all." Gan sensed something, "Their strength hasn't been shown yet." Buer's eyes also opened, and the ice blue eyes were full of blood. It's a chilling breath, "Eiji and Oishi don't know what to face this time."

Taocheng hammered the railing hard, very angry: "Damn it, why are they talking about competitions! If you want to compete, just show your own strength, what kind of a man is he who hides like this!"

"Madamadadane!" The corners of Echizen's mouth curled up, and there was a strange gleam in his drooping eyes under the brim of his hat.

In the second round, Eiji and Oishi also won easily, and the audience next to them also felt that something was wrong, and Guanyue smiled teasingly: "What are those two Chinese doing? They are really worrying. "But after all, the opponent is Qingxue, so they won't act too lightly?" Yuta frowned. "NO, NO." Guanyue stood up, gently stroking her chin with her fingers, "This is called psychological tactics. No matter how good the tacit understanding of Qingxue's golden combination is, they can't match the pressure in their hearts."

In the third round, it was still easy, and Eiji became a little irritable: "Oishi, what the hell are they doing meow!" Dashi comforted Eiji with a circle of sweat on his forehead: "It's okay, Eiji, don't worry, we will be punished as soon as we show our flaws." Their onslaught."

On the other side of the field, Su Muyuan and Chu Jun were calm and relaxed, completely unstressed. Su Muyuan yawned and asked: "Chu Junze, how are you?" The corner of the mouth: "Showtime!" The smile on the corner of the mouth doesn't look like a normal smile no matter how you look at it.

The fourth game started, Ying Er served, Su Muyuan turned the racket in his hand, raised his head and said: "This ball is mine." He moved to the net so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

"Wow, Long Teng has finally shown his true strength, isn't this speed amazing?" Horio shouted in amazement.

Gan lowered his head and wrote down a few notes in his notebook: "The speed is indeed perfect, but what is he trying to do online? Eiji and Oishi's defense is impeccable. It is too risky for them to go online."

Chu Jun didn't express anything at the side, but the arc of the corner of his mouth was still slightly raised: "You guys underestimate Su Muyuan, the matter is more than that simple."

Su Muyuan moved to the front of the net, stood firm, and did not jump up. His feet were separated, one in front of the other, the front feet were in a lunge shape, and the back feet were slightly raised on tiptoe. The posture of his hands was quite similar. strangeness.

The ball was about to pass over him, he changed his footsteps, leaned down slowly, and hit the ball with a weird trajectory with the racket held in his right hand. But he threw the ball out and observed carefully that the ball didn't turn at all. How did he do it?

Eiji was not disturbed by these doubts. He put his left hand on the ground and jumped up, trying to hit the ball back from below. The strange thing was that the ball seemed to have a weight of a thousand catties, and he couldn't hit back at all.

The ball hit Eiji's racket in a straight line, without the usual hissing sound, but he felt that his wrist was numb, and finally he couldn't hold on, and the racket fell to the ground.The crisp voice echoed on the court, and everyone was stunned by the sudden change.

"What's going on here?" Horio shouted loudly, not forgetting to grab the net fence with his hands, with an unbelievable look.

Everyone in Qingxue was also surprised, "Hiss, this kind of pitch seems to be what they used in previous games." Haitang's eyes focused on Su Muyuan's incomparable face at this time, which was obviously gentle. Tricks, why is there such a powerful ball coming out?

Gan's eyes gathered together, and said: "Could this be Su Muyuan's ultimate skill - Taihe?" Taocheng said indifferently: "What Taihe, I have only heard of Chinese Taijiquan!" That's right, Su Muyuan's Taihe fighting style is transformed from Chinese Taijiquan." Gan pushed his glasses and continued to explain: "The information shows that he comes from a family of martial arts, and his powerful martial art in China is Taijiquan Su Muyuan has shown excellent martial arts talent since he was a child. Coupled with the influence of his respected seniors in his family, he won the Chinese martial arts championship when he was very young. But for some reason, he came to play tennis. As a martial arts prodigy, he combines Tai Chi and tennis skills, and he calls it Taihe!"

Under Su Muyuan's feet, an invisible Taiji diagram appeared, the black and white parts were so conspicuous.