The Strongest Strategist in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 2 Tennis ball picked up again

“Has something happened to Yukimura.”

Renji thought of what his friend had just said, and his mouth was muttering. When he was in the first grade, he, Sanada, and Yukimura were the super newcomers of Rikkai University at the time. “Big Three”, unfortunately, did not follow the original historical trajectory. After a car accident, Yanagi Renji was also asked to withdraw from the tennis club. Now even if he regains his long-lost skills, I don’t know if there is still the original. A few successes.

“I still have to give it a try, right? Even though I haven’t been in contact with tennis for a whole year, I haven’t slackened my physical training for a day.”

Taekwondo, boxing, and other fierce and physically demanding sports, he has been exposed to this year, and he is still playing well in major clubs. Don’t see that his figure is similar to the original book now. It is not a super strong one, but what is hidden under the clothes is that strong muscle bar, which is not lacking in strength and ensures the flexibility of the body.

The only thing missing is…how many skills are left.

Now that he has just entered the third grade, Yukimura’s illness came suddenly, so Yanagi Renji didn’t have much time left, at least to catch up with the next Rikkai Taisho selection, and there is still…a month before the next selection.

I thought about it for a moment, and the word came to mind in an instant.

“One month”

Yanagi Renji’s eyes condensed. It was just a subconscious memory just now, but I felt that the original memory was extremely clear, just like the playback of the scene, scenes appeared in my mind.

“Is this a golden finger? Maybe it can be of great help.”

Slightly squinted eyes opened slightly, and a dazzling sharp aura came out at this time. It seems to have inherited the small habit of the original book. When nothing is wrong, he likes to squint slightly, but Yanagi Renji, who opened his eyes, represents… .earnest manner.

….

That evening,

On the unlit street net court, with the faint light of the moon, you can see a figure on the court holding a racquet constantly waving towards the wall.

Bang bang bang

In the dark night, a looming tennis ball flew toward the door. Judging from the sound of the tennis ball touching the wall just now, the force of hitting the ball is definitely not small, and in the absence of light, the difficulty of returning the ball will also change. If you get bigger, a little carelessness is the consequence of being hit by a tennis ball, not to mention… the three balls you just hit.

“The collision angle between the tennis ball and the wall is 41 and the ball speed is 133, taking into account the influence of wind and humidity.”

A teenager had his eyes closed tightly, and his mouth was still muttering something silently. The tennis ball was getting closer and closer to the teenager, and it still flew from three different positions.

“By calculation, the position of the tennis ball can only appear here.”

Brushing,

Finally, there was the next move. Racquet pumped to the side. He hit the tennis ball against the wall again. The boy’s movement did not stop, and he moved to another direction following the movement just now.

boom

The second tennis ball was played again

boom

Catching the third one was hard to escape, and was beaten by the young racquet.

And this is the beginning. The wall on the opposite side seems to be an opponent. The tennis ball that has been played immediately flies over. There is no change in the face of the boy on the opposite side. He still waits for the arrival of the tennis ball. It seems… it keeps on looping all the time.

ten minutes

twenty minutes

Half an hour

There is no interruption in the training process.

The teenager is Yanagi Renji who rushed over to train. As a combatist, he is definitely not just talking about it. He also found the dusty racquet at home. Although he has not touched tennis for more than a year, the racquet is still the same. The exceptionally intact he kept, even the familiar feeling of touching racquet has not diminished. *