Tennis: Buy Seigaku For One Dollar, Fire Coach

17: Disappeared Serve’S Debut, Breaking In Seconds

"1...15-0!"

"Ace ball?!"

Everyone's scalp was numb and they looked at each other.

As soon as Minister Lin Bei came up, he gave Fuji a slap in the face.

This ace shot... was too hard!

Fuji's momentum stagnated, as if he had been interrupted. He took a deep look at Lin Bei, "Serve so quickly...but it's not impossible to fight back!"

Bang!

next moment.

Lin Bei serve hit his side like an arrow from the string again.

Uh-huh!

But Fuji reacted very quickly. He took a step forward, just one step, but the distance was very measured. His body landed just next to the tennis ball, and the raised racquet was just aimed at the tennis ball.

Outside the court, Gan exclaimed: "Fuji is very powerful in controlling the body with his mind!"

Oishi and others did not speak, they were looking forward to the next fight.

Tezuka glanced at him and said, "No, Fuji lost this ball."

Bang!

On court.

Fuji backhand swings.

His body was about to exert force, but something seemed to be blocking him. He looked down and his pupils suddenly shrank: "The rotation of this ball..."

On the blue-green racquet net, the tennis ball was spinning non-stop.

Snapped!

The tennis ball was pushed out by him, but it hit the net head-first.

Da da da..

The tennis ball landed on the ground and returned to Fuji. His eyes darkened slightly: "Is his skill...so strong?"

Because the ball speed is too fast, he doesn't get much information, and only after catching the ball does he know the extent of the opponent's skills.

"30-0!"

"Come again!"

Fuji put on a defensive stance.

Off the field.

Everyone looked at each other again, making no sound, but already making judgments in their hearts.

Fuji is indeed a challenger rather than a strong player on the same level as Lin Bei.

the other side.

Lin Bei looked at Fuji and sent the tennis ball out with a faint smile.

Snapped!

The tennis ball fell to the ground and bounced up.

This time.

Fuji learned the lesson wisely. He swung the racket with both hands, using strength and skill to counteract the spin and return the tennis ball.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew over the net and fell quickly.

"Fight back!"

Everyone exclaimed.

Immediately.

The expression on his face seemed to have seen something, and the surprise transferred to Lin Bei.

Snapped!

Lin Bei in the baseline, racquet didn't know when to finish the chip, and it was a wonderful short ball.

"40-0!"

"Well......"

Fuji, who stayed at the baseline, felt as if his body had forgotten to exert force and he was staring blankly.

This is a chip shot.

too fast.

Perfect!

"This short ball..."

Cold sweat dripped down his dry forehead.

Although Kikumaru and the others couldn't understand it, it didn't stop them from watching it. They felt like they were watching a god chop.

"Lin Bei..."

Tezuka, who was originally calm, clenched his fists slightly as if he saw something.

Bang!

On the fourth ball on the court, Fuji hit back Lin Bei served with both hands and blocked the sideline.

Tap! !

Lin Bei ran out quickly: "Sideline?"

He hooked the corner of his mouth, caught up with her, and pulled it back.

Snapped!

And the other side.

Fuji stepped forward, and the action of pumping the shot gave people the feeling of a small arc, but a very fast shot.

so.

He has a quick release.

Everyone present can feel this.

Uh-huh!

But after Lin Bei pursued in reverse, his backhand swing was more neat, like a straight line, and completed in less time.

Unlike the Fuji, it has a forward rocking feel, which is fast but also slow.

Bang!

Lin Bei's backhand shot passed Fuji's height and landed behind him.

"Game! Lin Bei, 1-0!"

"My height was targeted."

A look of confusion appeared on Fuji's face.

"Minister Lin Bei...so strong!"

After watching the whole game, no one was surprised. Only Yamato and a few people noticed a sense of contrast.

The last time Lin Bei suppressed Yamato, he obviously relied more on brute force.

But this time, he took on Fuji in a gentler way.

That’s the skill!

Oishi said in a low voice: "Is the minister's skills also at the national level?"

Qian explained: "The so-called national level has two concepts. One is that one's own team has entered the national competition, but some people are bastards and are not strong enough. Even if they have the national level nickname, their strength is not worthy of the nickname. .”

"What about the other one?"

Oishi couldn't help but ask.

Yamato added: "In the national competition, if you suppress the aces of each school, you are a genuine national-level player!"

"Um."

Qian nodded and looked seriously at Lin Bei, who behaved calmly in the court: "Minister... he must be the second type!"

"National level."

Everyone nearby clenched their fists. They, Seigaku, actually produced a national-level powerhouse.

In fact.

The national level of system rewards is based on the national level standards of this era, not the national level of Yukimura and his team two years later.

But now the junior high school world is in a state of flux, and the real talents are basically only in the first grade.

Lin Bei doesn't know how strong his basic level is, but he can definitely move sideways.

...

Contest.

Entering the second game.

Fuji serve.

But everyone saw that he was twisting the tennis ball and letting it fall.

"This is..."

They were a little confused, and then even more surprised.

"Start serving?"

As they cheered, Fuji racquet drew down and knocked the tennis ball away.

Snapped!