The Prince of Tennis Perfect Tennis

"That guy Agan is always mysterious. He doesn't even tell us secretly, maybe he really has some special skills!" Jumaru smiled.

What he didn't know was that he really got it right after a random guess.

Why are you really ready to show off the stunts you have worked so hard?

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Chapter 8 Flying Waterfall

"The real game only begins now! Lin."

Holding the tennis ball in his hand tightly, the skill he was about to use was originally prepared to challenge Tezuka, but he didn't expect Wei Yilin to be in the same group with him. It was the first game. I had to sigh good luck. Trick people.

"It's starting! Agan's serve." Kikumaru said with a serious look, the atmosphere in the court made people feel a little unclear, right?

Throw the ball, jump, swing!

Unexpectedly, he did not use a flat serve (a serve without a jump), but chose a toss serve that everyone who knew Wei Yilin was unwilling to use.

"Does senior really have any special skills?" Taocheng asked in confusion.

It's a pity that no one answered him, everyone was watching silently.

"High speed serve!"

The name of the starting ball was spit out dry and the racket swung down without hesitation!

"boom!!!"

The heavy hitting sound sounded, the tennis ball left the racket, the speed was unimaginable, and it almost turned into an orange + colored light!

"how is this possible?"

Everyone in Qingxue was shocked!

"When did the high-speed serve of the predecessor go so fast!" Taocheng said in surprise.

"High-speed serve?"

Wei Yilin was surprised and said that this serve is indeed not weak, probably with a speed of more than 190 kilometers per hour, but it is a bit worse to prevent him from hitting back.

"boom!!!"

The sound of Wei Yilin's counterattack sounded almost the second second after the serve.

"Perfect counterattack!"

No one could have imagined that Wei Yilin could use a perfect counterattack in the face of such a fast serve, including dry.

"boom!!!"

The sound of Wei Yilin's hitting back to the ground in the first or two seconds after the ground was dry landed into dry ears, causing him to smile wryly.

"15-0"

"I still underestimate you, Lin." Gan said indifferently, without the slightest panic that the serve was cracked.

Hearing this, Wei Yilin smiled freely and said: "I underestimated you, A Gan, I didn't expect your strength to be so good."

This is what he said in his heart. Before, he only noticed Gan's expertise in collecting data, and completely ignored that he was also one of the positive choices of Qingxue.

Gan gave a faint smile, and couldn't comment on Wei Yilin's words, but again he picked up a tennis ball in his hand and held it tightly.

"It seems that I can't keep my hands!"

Gan sighed in his heart. In fact, he had anticipated the current situation, but when Wei Yilin really easily returned his serve, he always felt emotional.

Putting the tennis ball in his pocket temporarily, he stretched his left hand onto the cuff of his right wrist.

"Crack~"

A soft sound stunned the Qingxue people. They immediately understood that the wrist brace on the dry hand was definitely not an ordinary wrist brace, but a weight similar to Wei Yilin!

"Agan is really hiding it!" Kikumaru sighed, but his expression became even more excited, looking forward to the next duel between the two.

A dry serve with a load can be so fast, but what level can a dry serve without a load be achieved?

Everyone in Qingxue thought secretly.

Wei Yilin was equally surprised at this, and he didn't expect that he would still keep his hands.

"Is it to rejoin the election?"

Wei Yilin secretly said in his heart that some understand why he has worked so hard to improve his strength. Now he has a huge difference in strength from the first time he saw it.

"Thanks for waiting."

Gan whispered and took the tennis ball in his pocket back into his hand. Without the weight to carry, Gan immediately felt that his right hand was much easier.

"it has started!"

He faintly reminded Wei Yilin and threw the tennis ball up without hesitation.

This time, he tossed very high, almost comparable to Wei Yilin's tossing height of the bow.

Taking a deep breath, when the tennis ball was about to fall, he jumped high.

Although not as high as Wei Yilin's jumping ability, it is also not to be underestimated.

Bend your elbows!Yang shot!Accumulate!Swing!Hit the ball!

These movements passed quickly in Qian's mind, and the body played these movements meticulously following the nerve commands without hesitation.

Smooth!Beautiful!

This was Wei Yilin's first thought when he saw the dry serve, but his heart gradually became more dignified, watching his every move.

This serve is very similar to the high-speed serve just now, but there are some differences. As for why it is different, Wei Yilin has no time to think about it now.

"boom!!!"

The sound of the batting resounded throughout the court, and Wei Yilin watched the tennis movements closely, but when he could see clearly, he was caught off guard.

fast!too fast!