The Prince of Tennis

"I'm going to come up with something new!" Fujimine seemed to be afraid that Sanada would not hear him in the state of no-self, and he yelled with his hands wrapped in a trumpet-like shape.

are you crazy!

As soon as Fujimine said this sentence, everyone in the audience, including the five hundred extras he invited, including Sanada who was against him, almost spit out old blood.Are you a wholesaler?Is this a tearful sale?Why did the boss of the unique trick factory run away with his sister-in-law today?

Now there are new tricks. You don't want to pay Bilian at the drugstore?Sanada did not have as many moves imitated in the state of selflessness than you did alone!

There are tricks that have not been taken out early, and they are digging out one by one. Isn't your brain watt?

Obviously, Fujimine must have mastered some black technology that can understand people's hearts, and heard the voices of everyone.In order to prove that his brain is not broken, he simply stretched out his four fingers, shook his palm and shouted at Sanada: "Last time I didn't have enough fun with you, this time I will use four more moves to meet your style again. Lin Volcano!"

"Gudong!" When Sanada heard this, one of his feet was unstable, and he stepped on a tennis ball that fell on the ground and fell.Go to Nima, come up with four new tricks in one breath, can still compete with Fenglinshan Mountain, do you think this is a sow giving birth to a litter?If it's so easy to come up with a trick of the level of Fenglin Volcano, then others are still playing a ball.

Sanada now almost doubted what four tricks were. It was Fujimine's shameless trick. He wanted to step on a tennis ball and then couldn't leave the game.Judging from the urinary sex of this fucking guy, it's not a possible problem at all, but he will definitely do it.

"So, looking at your eyes, don't you seem to believe me very much?" Fujimine stood in front of the net, raised his legs high, stepped on the iron post with the net, raised his head and suffered from cervical spondylosis. An image of a handicapped person whose head cannot be lowered.

Fujimine shook his head and said locally: "Tell you, I, Fujimine, is a good boy who has grown up under the Red Banner of the New Era. Five stresses and four beauties are both excellent in character and learning. We thoroughly implement the Marxist materialist view of history. Tens of thousands, comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor, familiar with and memorizing the rules of primary and secondary school students, love the motherland, love the people, love Zhongguo... Then what, anyway, it is very powerful, and the character is guaranteed, and the integrity of the new era Representative! If there are four tricks, there must be four tricks!"

Say what?Are you the representative of integrity in the new era?Seeing Fujimine's face, "I can go to the bank and swipe my face to be a voucher mortgage loan", everyone simply didn't care about what Fujimine said about the red flag or Zhongguo, and wanted to throw up his face.Just like you, I’m afraid it’s hard to lie to your family and ask for extra pocket money, right?He also borrowed his face, oh, if it is calculated by the weight and thickness of the shore, Fujimine's face is indeed enough to be used as a mortgage.

"I'm optimistic, here it is!" Fujimine sent a ball, and the ball flew towards Sanada.The ball was no different from before. Sanada chuckled softly: "I'll see, what is your ability!" With a sudden wave of his wrist, it disappeared in the middle of the ball. It was "It's like a wind."

"Hey!" Fujimine flipped his wrist and made a force of guiding him to his side.This hand is light and fluttering, the hand is not strong, and the waist is used to move both hands, the trajectory of the wrists is circular, and one hand is closed inside, and it stops the wind that is fast to the limit out of thin air.

This hand is not easy. You must know that although Fujimine cracks the wind as if eating and drinking water, but it is based on cloud hand, or prejudgment such as blocking, or relying on his physical fitness to force the speed of the wind. Then he stopped.With Fujimine's move, he didn't use the slightest force in his shot, and even his eyes were slightly closed, until the racket had stopped the ball, and then he began to exert force, which was a bit shocking.

Fujimine closed his hand inward, blocked the "wind", followed the elbow and turned outwards, pinned the path of the ball, and moved towards the outside of Sanada's half with waist strength.Fujimine's hand is like an old man lying on a recliner in the yard stroking an old dog next to him, stroking it from head to end, and patting with his backhand to let the dog run out to play by himself.

But he cracked the wind perfectly.

"15 to 0!" Sanada didn't seem to be overwhelmed until the referee spoke.He suppressed his strength back, yes, but it was not sealed like before. Once in danger, he could use it instantly if he wanted to.It’s not that he didn’t want to use the Thunder to chase the ball, but he found that Fujimine’s ball perfectly borrowed the speed of the "wind" to attack from the side. If the Thunder attacked, it would even be pulled with just one stroke. Risk of injury to ligaments.

"Just now it was called a stroke, the next ball is coming!" Fujimine's tone was as plain as telling the tablemate that I was going to give you a candy at the school, but it was not inferior to thunder in everyone's ears.

"I want to see what other tricks you have!" At this point, when someone makes a move, it is impossible not to continue.Sanada slammed the ball, aggressively.Then he saw Fujimine holding a tennis racket and slapped it like this, as if holding a flyswatter at home, a fly that had stopped.

This shot of Fujimine is called "press," and the movements in his hands seem random, but they are the essence of Tai Chi.An arc upward or downward force.The characteristic is first down and then up or up and down, not a straight line.Gently and skillfully, the "fire" was resolved, and the tyrannical "fire" returning ball was erratic like a needle in the sea.

"30 to 0!"

"Asshole!" Fujimine served again, and Sanada had to use "Lin" to fight back slowly, for a while, as if all the rhythms were controlled by Sanada.

The opposing Fujimine stretched out the racket, relied on his good muscle condition, drew a circle outside the ball, and squeezed the ball in it, disrupting Sanada's rhythm, and then sank his shoulders and elbows, and then Lin this A trivial coming, breaking the balance, returning the ball to score.

"No matter what, it's still like a mountain, you can't crack it anymore, right?" Sanada had no choice but to resort to a trick from the bottom of the box, thinking that this trick was not an attack, and Fujimine could never use his strength to return the ball, right?

But after all, this is tennis, and there is not a weak force to play.Fujimine greeted the ball and lifted the racket like a bowl. The running route moved from the ball holding posture to the top of the chest along the arc of the bottom of the ball.In accordance with the trajectory of the hand, use the spine to slowly hold it up, with the thoughts moving upward from the sole of the foot along the arc of the ball, and the back force is symmetrical.Sanada's "mountain" seemed to hit a ball, and his strength came from different directions from all directions. Even if it was a "mountain", there could be no dead ends, so Sanada still missed the ball.

"This round was won by Fujimine, 5 to 4!"

(To be continued.)