Pet boy under the snow

While cheering outside the court, the tennis ball bounced beside him under the snow.

The audience fell silent.

The score was recovered again!

"It seems that your physical strength is exhausting too much, classmate Yukoshita?" Miura grabbed the tennis racket, and his eyes were full of aggressiveness when looking at Yukoshita, as if he was going to speak with the grievance of being crushed and beaten. When he spit it out, Ye Shan couldn't help but smile.

"It's useless if you have good skills and physical strength. After all, this is a two-person game."

"You have chest tightness and shortness of breath, and your reaction ability has declined. It is recommended to rest." Bai Zhi said.

"Can you see it?" Xuexia sighed softly.

"Well, this is within the scope of the contract. If I want, I can monitor your physical condition in real time." Bai Zhi nodded.

From the surface, Xuexia didn't seem to have changed much, but in fact she was almost exhausted.

In the eyes of the students in the same school, Xuexia is a "perfect" person who knows everything, understands everything, and can almost do everything...but because of this, she has never persevered in something.

If you want to become stronger, you have to practice. After the practice, your physical strength will also increase... But from the beginning, Xuexia understands everything, and naturally will not practice repeatedly, and the physical strength will not be too good.

Even so, Xuexia still tossed the tennis ball and swung the racket, but this time the speed of the ball was obviously not as fast as the previous few times, and Yeshan, who had almost maintained sufficient physical strength, easily returned the ball.

But the position of Ye Shan’s play was intentional or unintentional. The tennis quickly rushed towards Shirachi’s position. Yukoshita had consumed a lot of energy because of his almost "single fight" with Miura. At this moment, it was too late to go up and catch the ball. Up.

"I'm going to lose." Almost everyone had this thought in their hearts. Yuhihama clenched his hands and made a gesture as if he was praying, while Higiya stared at the tennis ball that had an afterimage to Shirachi. .

The breeze blew through Shirachi's black hair. The soft short hair was a little messy at this time, and the leaves shredded the warm sunlight and fell mottled on the ground.

Bai Zhi stared calmly at the racket in Ye Shan's hand.

"The length of the enemy's tennis racket is 27.8 inches, the racket surface is 116 square inches, the weight is 312 grams, and the material is 100% high-density carbon fiber. His center of gravity is on the left foot, the racket surface is slightly vertical, and the upper racket frame faces the tennis ball. , The racket face is diagonally opposite, and the probability of cutting serve is 93%. The current wind speed (m/s) is between 1.8 and 2.9, assuming that C is the coefficient of air resistance, S is the area facing the tennis ball, and V is the relative movement of the tennis ball and the air. speed……"

"Found it!" Bai Zhi's brain flashed quickly like a glimpse of light. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up, and followed the racket up.

Boom!

The racket touches the tennis ball.

The tennis ball flew weakly into the sky, and it seemed to be floating. Everyone raised their heads subconsciously, focusing on the ball in the sky.

"This is...Superposition Magic, the fall of the sky!" The Timber Seat outside the court shouted.

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Chapter 2 is coming soon, around eight o'clock.

Chapter 32 Stop, you guys don't fight anymore!(Finish)

Boom!

When the tennis ball bounced on the ground, Ye Shan reacted quickly and immediately stepped forward and swung the ball back.

However, Shirachi had already calculated the speed of the second ball and the location of the drop, and waiting at that location, he raised the racket.

...

The tennis ball flew high again.

"Don't worry, I just watched your game next to me. I understand the basics of serving. So in theory, as long as I am willing to calculate, and then use the psychic perspective to capture the opponent's movements, even if I don’t use psychic power to control the tennis, I can Can pick up most of the balls."

During his free time to catch the ball, Shiraichi looked at the surprised Yuukishita and said.

……five minutes later.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound.

The tennis leaped high again and then landed.

Miura ran to the direction of the landing, glared fiercely at the innocent Shirachi, and swung down the racket fiercely as if to pour out all the depression.

They played for nearly five minutes.

five minutes!

But the score hasn't moved. The ball seems to have magical power. Whenever Miura and Hayama hit the ball back fiercely, Shirachi can always find the right place to fight back in an instant.

The action is an understatement, like walking.

But I don't know if it was intentional. The tennis ball that this person played back always flew in the air for a long time before falling.

It is obvious that he is a rookie when he catches the ball, but they just can't score.

It's like a punch on cotton.

The noise outside the court calmed down, and many students even yawned, but Xuexia simply sat aside to rest.

It stands to reason that the students should cheer when receiving a ball, but the situation before them is really weird.

From just now, they saw the boy's eyes empty and his mouth muttering something divinely, and then Shiraichi made corresponding actions before Miura and Hayama had patted them.

He seemed to have anticipated every move of Miura and Hayama, and always found the perfect position to hit the tennis back accurately.

It's like a cesium atomic clock, so accurate without any error.

This is playing tennis. It clearly opened up the perspective of God. Whenever he hit the ball, he would have stood there waiting for you.

"Damn it! Is he kidding us?!" Miura swung his arms backwards when he turned sideways, hit the ball back, and cursed in a low voice.

"I'm afraid not." Ye Shan smiled bitterly, and raised his head while waiting for the tennis ball that would not fall down after a long time.

"Stop, don't fight anymore!"

Finally, a girl couldn't help but yelled out while clutching the fence. She couldn't bear to look straight.

It's really weird, they have been playing for almost ten minutes, but the score still stopped ten minutes ago.

Miura made a desperate attack, but one of her opponents was sitting next to rest, and one of them looked blank and seemed in a daze.

But it was this daze guy who resolved their attacks one after another.

It's totally inspiring.

This is not a game at all.

"Yeah, forget it, don't fight anymore."