"Hey," let go of the hand he was holding, and Sang Yu called out to Nami, who had already turned around, "You're the minister of Kugoyama, right?" ”

Nami didn't speak, just looked sideways at Sang Yu, and the rare Danfeng eyes among girls were cold brown, a little evil, and a little fierce. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Then, with a flick of his eyelids, he turned his head and walked towards the bottom line.

Sang Yu frowned, stopped talking, habitually pinched the big earphones on his neck, turned around and walked to the bottom line, in the first game, it was their Qingxue serve.

Rustling~

The sound of the soles of their shoes rubbing against the ground was small and soft, and Sakuraichi and Fujiwara walked unhurriedly on the way they came. Pedestrians ran quickly in front of them, not knowing which stadium to go to watch the game.

The pupils reflected the trees not far away, and Sakuraichi's mind was still constantly replaying the only Aoi blowing snow. The aggressiveness of this move is really strong, and ordinary people such as Reiji Kamishiro will definitely not be able to take it, not only him, but I'm afraid even Kajimoto, Tezuka and others will have to think about it before they can barely take it.

In this move, Fuji first rubs the tennis ball up and down with the racket when the tennis ball falls, so that the tennis ball produces a super angle of rotation, and then accurately calculates the magnitude of the wind, and uses the half-circle form to attract and compress the wind to the tennis ball.

In such an illusion, the density of the distributed wind will be greatly deepened, and then warm yellow sunflowers will be formed, and then mixed with the ball momentum to finally merge into a powerful attack and aggressive attack on the opponent.

The moment it landed, the dense air sunflower would explode after losing the gravitational point of the tennis ball, turning into a strong wind that attacked the receiver, and this is how the injuries on Reiji Kamjo's body and face came from.

Judging from the accuracy of this move, it is absolutely worthy of the word genius. For Sakuraichi, Fuji is more suitable for the title of 'Son of the Wind', because 'Wind' has been used by him to the extreme, and there is absolutely no second person who knows how to use the wind better than him.

"Minister, Deputy Minister! You're back. Before I even approached the court, I heard Rina Aihara's voice, and it was surprising that there was no more lazy and casual than before, and instead of it, it was a rare seriousness and solemnity.

Sakuraichi and Fujiwara nodded, then stood in front of the net, frowning when they saw the situation in the court.

In the court, Sang Yu's face was a little pale, and his eyes were a little wider than usual. Beads of sweat continued to roll down his forehead, and some of the ends of his hair stuck to his cheeks, and his equally pale lips were breathing one by one, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Bang –

"Game, 0-1, exchange serve."

"Ho~ho~" Sang Yu held a racket in one hand and a tennis ball in the other, slightly hanging his head and breathing continuously, like a stranded fish waiting to be slaughtered.

"Hayama|Nami, the minister of Kumiyama." Goto spoke calmly and said to Sakuraichi and Fujiwara, "Left-handed, a heavy player with both strength and technique, just now used a move to 'slash' and blocked Kuwaha's C corridor and D major. But ......"

Goto paused, as if to sort out his analysis, and then said, "Her style of play is very strange, and it seems that she is specifically designed to restrain technical players. ”

Fujiwara nodded slightly, and Sakuraichi didn't speak, and all her attention now fell on the two people fighting in the arena.

Sand –

Nami slipped under her feet while running, her body slid forward a little distance by inertia, and instantly formed a large right lunge, her body was in the same direction, and the wind that arrived behind lifted the tips of her hair and clothes to flutter continuously, her right hand released her throat, her left hand clenched the racket, and her thumb moved, the racket tilted, and the ball was hit back with a snap.

Sidespin ball!

Sakuraichi's pupils narrowed slightly, and then he turned his head to look at Sang Yu.

Bang –

Smack-

At the moment when the tennis ball bounced off the ground, Sang Yu bent down and caught the tennis ball with a swing of the racket, however, the moment the racket touched, Sang Yu bit his teeth and KUSO!!!

Whew——

The tennis ball was tightly attached to Sang Yu's racket and spun and made a grinding sound, but he refused to leave the racket for a long time.

Damn it!!!

Green tendons gradually appeared on his arms, and Sang Yu's palms flushed from excessive exertion. The power of the ball was unexpectedly great, and she couldn't even lift the racket, let alone fight back. The C corridor and D major that were played before were all played back by the opponent with this kind of tennis.

Obviously it looks like a very ordinary ball, why can she be suppressed? Every ball has a strange power, heavy but a little erratic, and the force point cannot be found, since the force point cannot be found, it is completely impossible to hit back or something, unless the force point of the ball is found.

Bang –

With a loud bang, the tennis ball suddenly bounced out from under the mulberry badminton racket and smashed into the isolation net, making a loud noise.

Beep –

"Game: Kuyuyama, 0-15."

There was a bubble crack, and Marui put one hand on his partner's shoulder, chewed bubble gum in his mouth, and said, "It's completely blocked." ”

"It's weird," Kirihara scratched his hair, "The ball that girl from Kuyuyama looks very ordinary, why did it suddenly come out from under the tennis racket?" ”

Hearing this, Yukimura smiled, smiling elegantly and quietly, "Kirihara's analytical skills still need to be strengthened, right, Ichiro Kyo." ”

Sanada pressed the brim of his hat, "It's too lax, Kirihara, double the training." ”

"Nani ?!!!"

Jibu glanced at a few people, didn't say anything, retracted his gaze and turned to look at Hayama Nami, narrowed his eyelids, and then slowly raised his right hand, his slender index finger and middle finger were placed on the bridge of his nose, and his evil blue eyes reflected the figure of the opponent hitting the ball, and his pupils gradually darkened.

The X-ray-like insight dissected Hayama Nami in an instant, the flow of breath, the movement and change of bones, the expansion and expansion of muscles, the movement and displacement of the body, all the changes, subtle or significant, were all clearly visible to him.

"Hmph~ I see," he gently closed his eyes, and the long and curly eyelashes cast a faint light and shadow under the eyelids, making the tear mole at the corner of the eye look more and more charming, and when the wind swept through the ends of his hair, he gradually opened his eyes, looked at Hayama, and hooked the corners of his mouth, "Sure enough, there is a hand." ”

Bang –

Beep –

"Game Kuyuyama, 0-2, exchange serve, Kumiyama serve."

Damn it!!!

Looking at the light breeze of Hayama Nami on the opposite side, Sang Yu's hand holding the racket tightened, what kind of ball did that guy hit?!!