"Good!" The amplitude of Fuji Feng's hand movements was so subtle that it was almost impossible to detect, and his Tai Chi style had always been known for his small movements, otherwise he would not have produced so many subtle spins, so no one even noticed this situation. Akutagawa shouted hello www.biquge.info the pen %fun %kakugawa, and took advantage of the short distance in front of the net to hit a very fast return ball.

"Smack!" Fuji Feng yawned and casually raised his hand and waved it, as if to drive away a fly flying in front of him.

In this case, his return ball naturally will not have much power, and can only be regarded as decent. Akutagawa glanced at Fujimine's return ball in surprise, slapped back with both hands, and said, "What's the matter, your strength should be very strong, how can you hit these boring balls?" ”

"Just look at it." Fujimine didn't pay attention to Akutagawa, a patient with the second middle disease, and hit Akutagawa's return ball back with that ****** swinging posture. However, some people have noticed that Akutagawa just now held the racket back with both hands, and used some vertical jump skills with the center of gravity, which made the return force heavier. Fuji Feng can easily receive such a return ball with one hand, which can also be regarded as superior strength.

"Ha......" Akutagawa looked at the return ball of the same number, and even the sound of shouting unconsciously dragged a long note, and he felt that his eyelids were a little heavy. For him, playing a game at a low level can't arouse the interest of going all out.

"Interesting, go on." Fujimine's style of play has changed this time, and he flicked his wrist and held his racket across his body. The Qingxue crowd excitedly thought that he was going to use the move block, but unexpectedly he just "stopped" the ball, but he didn't have the slightest intention of "moving", let alone "beating".

Only the power of the return of the "block" can be imagined, and it is even much weaker than the tail of the bird, and it was hit back by Akutagawa, and then Goto Mine continued to return the ball monotonously.

The two of them went back and forth, and they actually played thirteen or fourteen balls, and they were still entangled, as if it was a beginner's practice match, with the purpose of playing a large number of balls.

"What's wrong with this guy Fujimine, does he want to compete with Akutagawa for endurance? Although his Tai Chi style is definitely more effortless, his narcolepsy also makes it absolutely impossible for him to compare endurance with anyone. Momojo anxiously slammed the stands in front of him and said, "He only has a short time to be awake, even if he uses this style of play, he can be even longer in a muddle, won't the opponent take advantage of his lack of spirit to attack?" ”

"Forty minutes of sober time, how dare you fight a protracted battle with Cilang? And what kind of protracted battle is this...... "Even the trace department was a little puzzled, and he knew Akutagawa's strength very well, although the two fought with all their strength for only one game, but the tension of the almost defeat is still fresh in his memory. He believed that Akutagawa's staying power was definitely no worse than Fujimine's, and Fujimine must have seen this.

"I see!" Hakuto sneered: "I see, I want to use such an ordinary return ball to make Jilang lose interest in the game on the field, and make him fall asleep because of boredom, so that that little ghost from Qingxue can take the opportunity to play a strong return ball to win." It's despicable! ”

"Don't be ashamed, Hades." Jibu glanced at Hakuto faintly, and said, "Cilang is not Fujifeng, he doesn't have narcolepsy, if he gets bored and wants to rush to sleep, he will only use his stronger strength to end the game in a shorter time." And then again, even if Fujimine's intelligence system is very powerful, how can he know when Jilang will want to sleep? People who still can't overcome sleep disorders themselves will take risks to take advantage of the opponent's weakness, which is not a weakness? ”

Sure enough, as if confirming what the trace department said, Akutagawa's attack became even stronger as Fujimine's side weakened. He could even see the weak links in Tai Chi's play, not to mention the narcolepsy of Fuji Feng floating on the surface. He began to hit the ball low and fast to both sides of the court, allowing Fujimine to keep running left and right to save the ball.

"Really, what is Fuji Feng doing, hurry up and use the three rings to set the moon!" Xing's hand had unconsciously scratched out the wrinkles of his clothes, but he didn't realize it, he just said to himself: "You don't even need to grab the tail of the bird, just running left and right to save the ball like this, it won't be long before his energy will be exhausted." ”

"Tezuka?" Fuji also couldn't understand Fujimine's movements, so he glanced at Tezuka with concern and asked, "Do you want to call a pause?" ”

"It's okay." Tezuka still stood still in the same posture as the mountain collapsed in front of him, standing in place with his arms crossed, and said without a trace of fluctuation in his tone: "This is his own choice, since he will do this, there must be some good way." ”

"Phew!"

"15 to 30!"

It is impossible to win against a strong man like Akutagawa with just his feet running around chasing the ball with his feet. Not to mention a super strong person like Akutagawa, even if he has just touched the edge of the realm, it is impossible to be defeated by this style of play. It can't be held for long, it's not just talking.

"Phew!"

"15 to 40!"

"Phew!"

"This game was won by Akutagawa, 1 to 1!"

"Akutagawa wins, 2 to 1!"

"What, what's going on, this guy was just called what a break sleeping god, and now even the opponent's serve that is the best at dealing with it has lost!" Kikumaru was anxious and couldn't wait to jump down to play for Fujimine: "He is an ordinary disco ordinary shake, and if he shakes to death, he will lose the game!" ”

"15 to 0!" As he spoke, Fuji Feng lost another point, and the situation became more and more unfavorable.

"Let's take a closer look at Fujimine's footsteps." Tezuka, who almost never commented on the game, made a rare noise, and although his voice was as majestic and serious as usual, there seemed to be a trace of almost imperceptible tremor hidden when he listened closely.

"Huh!?" At the same time as Tezuka spoke, Fujiji carefully watched Fujimine's footsteps. It didn't take long for his genius insight to see what Tezuka was going to say. But this discovery made him feel even more incredible, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and he screamed in surprise.

"Fuji senior, what's wrong?" Momojo glanced back at Fuji in confusion, he didn't see any difference in Fujimine's footsteps.

"Phew!"

"30 to 0!"

Looking at it, Fuji Feng lost another point. Haitang, who was silent on the side, suddenly spoke: "Running range." Look at that guy's run! The gloomy voice sounded in the ears of the young scholars like thunder. They already felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't detect that something was wrong.

"Really, when you say that, this little ghost's running range seems to be getting smaller and smaller!" Kikumaru also saw the doorway.

"Huh?" Gan let out the same incredible exclamation as Fuji, because he remembered that Tezuka seemed to have the same scene when he competed against him in the school audition that had just ended, and the next thing was ......

(To be continued.) )