Net King Returns to the First Generation

"The match begins. Second-year Mori Kosaburo vs. first-year Nioh Masaharu."

Nioh stared at the little curly hair on the opposite side of the net, his eyes settled down.

His proud eyesight and gradually recovering memory allowed him to successfully overlap the Mori Jusaburo in front of him with the Mori Jusaburo more than two years later.

The right to serve was in his hands, Nioh calmed down, threw the ball, bent his knees, took off, and swung his racket.

"Senior, please give me more advice."

Snapped.

The light yellow light and shadow left by the tennis ball passing in front of his eyes appeared after the sound. Maoli still had a lazy smile on his mouth. He stood up slowly holding the racket, and sighed: "Hey, the first grade now."

Aso, who watched the game with Morikawa on the sidelines, complained: "You were the same last year."

With Nioh's current height and muscle mass, it is impossible to play [-]% of his serve tricks, such as one ball into the soul, waterfall serve, Mach serve and so on.

And the real killer serve is the kind of serve that can't be bounced, such as Tannhauser, Feiyan's nest serve version, and zero style. He can do these, but they have a great burden on the wrist and elbow.Nioh did not plan to use these moves until he was not sure that his body could control them.

Therefore, after two ACE serves, the third serve was easily returned by Maori: "Young man, don't relax too much."

Run, swing, hit the ball back.

I'm a little excited, how can such a game be finished in an ordinary way?

Do you use Phantom?No, the true meaning of cosplay is lifelikeness. If no one knows, or if everyone doesn’t admit that my cosplay is exactly the same as a real person, then what’s the point?Why don't I use my own method to type out these moves, and I can get a name for the realm of selflessness to listen to.

So, what about coherence?

Nioh couldn't help evoking a mischievous smile.

Coherence, as the name suggests, is connected with people.

Nioh is the one in the same group who is the most proficient at playing syntones, and he is the one who plays out the flowers.

The principle of coherence, in the final analysis, is to interpret the other person's inner thoughts through observation and understanding of others, and then eliminate deviations through the guidance and pressure of spiritual power.

The current information is not complete enough.

Play two more rounds, yes, play two more rounds, and you can be synchronized.

Then, how about using phantom cosplay to become Maori senior?

Nioh licked his lips, this must be an interesting fraud.

"45-30"

"1-0, by Nioh."

"1-1, by Maori."

"1-2, by Maori."

"1-3, by Maori."

When exchanging venues, Maori hugged Renwang pointedly: "King Renwang, what are you waiting for?"

King Ren blinked his eyes and said with a smile, "What did senior discover?"

"It's annoying to be careless during the game." Maori picked up the racket and tapped on his shoulder, stretched out a finger and rubbed his chin, "I'm a little angry, Nioh-kun."

"Since you are looking forward to it, senior, then I will not be polite." Nioh slowly walked to the serving position on the field, and said to Mao Li, who still had a lazy smile on his face, "It just so happens that the information is almost collected. Boof .”

A lot of spectators gathered outside the stadium. Yukimura and Yanagi, who did not know when the game ended, and Marui Sanada, who were in the middle of the game, all heard this sentence.

"Data? What data?"

"What do you mean by the first grade? Did Maori-kun just say that he didn't give full play?"

Several first-year students stood together out of an inexplicable tacit understanding, and saw Liu holding the notebook with a strange expression: "Data? Mr. Ren Wang is not playing data tennis, is he?"

"That's funny." Yukimura smiled softly.

On the court, Nioh clenched his racket tightly, and a faint light suddenly appeared on his body, connecting to Mori Kosaburo on the opposite side of the net.

Throw the ball, swing, jump, hit the ball.

Snapped!Serve faster and stronger than ever before.

"Wait, is this..." Maori's eyes widened.

On the other side of the net, King Ni continued with the corners of his mouth hooked: "Senior Maori wants to say, is this a homology? Pfft."

There was an uproar outside the stadium.

"Symbolism? What is a homology?"

"Shouldn't coherence be the realm between doubles partners? Why can you be coherent with your opponent?!"

"Is this really a homology?!" Liu Weiwei opened his eyes. He and Zhenzhi have been partners for several years and haven't practiced a homology. This kind of skill can be easily achieved with someone who has only played a few balls ?

It seems that Mori-senpai and Nioh don't have the tacit understanding between the so-called doubles, but——

"Right." Nioh ran quickly, and with a powerful forehand blow, he hit the bottom line in the corner of Maori's backcourt.

Too far……

The smile hanging from the corner of Mao Li's mouth has faded, he leaped to the bottom line, and barely hit the tennis ball that was about to hit the ground, but Nioh had already raised it high, and smashed heavily at the high tennis ball.

"2-3, by Nioh."

Mao Li got up from the ground, gasping for breath, squinting his eyes to see the silver-haired young man who was smiling cunningly, and raised his eyebrows.

"This expression...it seems that Senior Maori's offensive intentions have been fully understood." Liu's pen was brushing down on the notebook, "It turns out that co-tune can be used in this way, I don't know what the technique is."

Yukimura glanced at his childhood friend Sanada with a serious face, and then at his new friend, Liu who was writing a book: "It seems that Nioh-kun has taken a different path from us, Sanada."

"Ah." Sanada replied in a low voice.

"Well, Nioh-kun has plenty of mental power." Yukimura looked thoughtfully at Nioh's radiant look on the field: If a skill like co-tune requires tacit understanding and spiritual communication, if it is such a unilateral compulsory use, It must have great requirements on the mental strength of the user.And this way of using mental power is different from the moves he is developing, and it is very inductive...

He had other inspirations.After fully developing Yips first, he can try to develop spiritual dreams. He has to think about the specific details.

Having said that, if King Ni's level of mental power has reached this level, has he also mastered the realm of selflessness?

"3-3, by Nioh."

"4-3, by Nioh."

Exchange venues.

"Senior, are you feeling alright?" King Ni made an obedient appearance.

Mao Li wiped off his sweat, and squinted at the junior who was ten centimeters shorter than him: "Ah, your tricks are really annoying."

"Does senior hate me?" King Ni asked.

Under the fluffy hair of the silver-haired boy, the cunning face that looked like a fox made Maori feel puzzled. He sighed and said with a wry smile, "Did I get tricked by you?"

"How could it be?" Niwang licked his lips again, "I still have something to show you, Senior."

"Senior, didn't you say that being careless is annoying?" Nioh held the racket with both hands, "Then, I'll show you all my tricks. Pfft."

"Tsk, I'm a fool to believe you." Mao Li frowned, and his attention became more and more focused on the silver-haired boy opposite.

The circle of light representing coherence that had not fluctuated for two rounds suddenly flickered and expanded a little.

Then, the figure of King Ni in the middle of the halo suddenly disappeared.

Instead, he was familiar with the figure he saw many times in the mirror every day.

"I'm getting nervous." The man opened his mouth, and it was his familiar voice and tone.

This... what's going on here? !

Maori froze in place, unable to catch the first ball from the man opposite him.

And as stunned as he was, there were people watching from the sidelines.

"Wait! Am I dazzled?! Why are there two Maori seniors?!"

"I also saw two Maori seniors!"

"Why are the voices exactly the same?! And the posture and habit of returning the ball... It's like looking in a mirror!"

This time, even Morikawa and Aso, who were relatively calm when they saw the same tune before, couldn't recover for a while.

Aso stretched out his hand and pinched Morikawa's arm fiercely.

"! Hey... what are you doing?" Morikawa woke up suddenly.

"Oh, you hurt? Then I read it right?" Aso pointed at the two Maoli with wide eyes.

Morikawa let out a long breath: "Yes, you read that right."

"Exactly, exactly the same." Aso sighed.

"There must be something different, but we can't see it yet." Morikawa frowned, "Can this trick of King Ren become another person? Is it the same as using spiritual power to guide oppression? It seems that King Ren level of mental power... But why is he using this now?"

"Press?" Aso responded, "Everyone's biggest enemy is himself."

"But he has been using coherence, and he has already seen Maori's intentions, and then copied Maori himself. Don't you think the strategic intention is repeated?"

"Maybe there is a loophole in the synchronization?"

"Do you think his coherence seems to have a loophole?"

Aso looked into the arena.Mao Li, who had always been calm and lazy, had already bent the corners of his mouth, sweat dripping from his head.After being together for a year, Aso has never seen Maori panic like this.

He pondered: "Do you think it is to put pressure on Mao Li? I think Mao Li is under a lot of psychological pressure now."

"Sounds reasonable." Morikawa muttered, "But my intuition tells me that's not the case."

"5-3, by Nioh."

"15-0."

"30-0."

"45-0"

"Oh, this fight is a bit nerve-wracking for me." Nioh in Maori's shell lowered his voice, no matter how he sounded, he sounded exactly like Maori himself, "Just try harder?"

Mao Li gritted his teeth: "You kid is really annoying."

"is it?"

The halo suddenly flashed again, and King Ni changed back to himself: "It seems that Senior Maori doesn't like my gift."

Mori shook his head, turning a blind eye to Nioh's smiling face, which became more and more hateful the more he looked at it.Throw the ball, hit the ball.

Ah...the ball...

Maori realized that the ball was not played well, and quickly got ready to catch the ball.

It's on the left!

!how come?

"It's the front." Nioh put his elbows close to his waist, pressed his wrists down, and made an ordinary ball-slicing motion.

The tennis ball landed lightly.

"Why did senior run to the left? This is senior's own batting habit." King Ni pretended not to know, and then said in a tone of sudden understanding, "Did senior really think of me as yourself? This is really impressive. It's frightening."

"Because everything you see in your eyes is not real."

"Pfft."

"Game Nioh, 6-3."

"Everything I see is not real...?" Maori stood up wearily and walked to the net.He firmly grasped King Ren's outstretched hand: "As expected, I was tricked by you."

"Does senior hate me?" King Ren asked with a smile.

Mao Li frowned and looked at him for a while, then sighed heavily: "I lost to you. You little brat, you have such a bad personality. If only you didn't know how to behave."

"It sounds like Senior likes me quite a bit." Nioh blinked at Maori.

This action is especially lethal on his small pointed face covered with fluffy white hair.

The corners of Mao Li's eyes twitched, and he quickly pulled his hands back, and walked away with his hands behind his head: "I can't deal with you anymore, let the ministers deal with you. They must also like you very much."

Nioh also turned around and walked towards the place where he put his tennis bag.

When he turned around, he habitually arched his back slightly, and his figure showed cynicism and a chic temperament precipitated by age and experience. It was shown on his 12-year-old appearance, which seemed immature, but there was no sense of disobedience.

He stuffed the tennis racket into the bag, carried it on his back, stretched out his hand and waved in front of Marui who had been staring at him in a daze: "Marui? Wake up, go eat cake?"

Then Marui jumped up: "Wow, Nioh, you played like this, so dazzling!... Eh? Go eat cake? I still have a game to play. Yes, I have another game... I won't miss it Right? Wow!"

Marui looked nervously at the two courts in Group B, and was relieved when he found that his opponent had just stood on the other court.He skipped over and turned his head to wave to King Ni: "You have to wait for me, King Ni! Don't forget my cake!"

Kuwahara looked nervously at Marui running away: "Bunta, slow down, don't fall down!"

Listening to Kuwahara's instructions to Marui, Nio couldn't help laughing when he thought of the same way of getting along with each other in the past two generations.

This is the kind of inviting smile he usually hangs on his face.

Rather than a dangerous smile that is a little seductive but intuitive during the game.