Smack-

The tennis ball rebounds when it lands, and the grass is not hard enough, and the ball rebounds back is also not strong enough. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, as a good tennis player, the quality of the court will not affect their performance.

Bang -

Yukimura backslapped it on his chest, caught the speeding tennis ball, raised his eyelids, and looked at Sakuraichi in the distance, his mind was full of thoughts.

Although her steps were slightly up, her steps were not elbows. It was a very strange three-turn step, which he had never seen before, but even if he hadn't seen it, it would not move him, after all, the movement brought out by such a step would make the body have a slight tilt.

Despite this, Yukimura still did not dare to hold it up. In his opinion, Sakuraichi, a little ghost, is one of the bottomless monsters hidden in Qingxue, including the high school, especially her strength, even Byodoin has to be valued.

Whoosh -

The tennis ball flashed away, only the sound of a moment, and it felt very flat, and even the wind never chased it.

However, it was such a bland ball, but Minamijiro, who was standing not far away, had his eyes lit up, and a ray of appreciation flashed in his eyes. Some people try their best to chase supreme divine skills, and some people prefer to hone their ordinary foundations, however, it is important to know that divine skills are based on foundations, and it is for this reason that he admires Yukimura.

Under the plain basic appearance, there is a hidden divine skill, and it is nothing more than that.

Syllable!

The sound of the volley sounded suddenly, and the power surging from the racket wrapped the tennis ball, and then leaned forward, and all the power suddenly burst out like water being poured out, much faster than the previous ball, and it seemed as if it would disappear into the air in the next second.

However, such a ball really didn't look enough in Sakuraichi's opinion. As soon as the footsteps moved, the racket jerked from back to top, and with a deep snap, the flickering tennis ball was instantly frozen, and a trembling flew back.

Click......

The sound of running footsteps sounded at this moment, and the pupils reflected the spinning tennis ball, and almost without thinking, the trajectory of the ball appeared in my mind. The moment his footsteps paused, Yukimura narrowed his eyes, his right hand was raised, his left hand was raised forward and his five fingers were opened, and his purple eyes were filled with endless fighting spirit and confidence.

After returning from the U17-W Cup, he has already worn out his young heart, faded away from his previous immaturity and flying, and became calm and restrained. Suddenly, a slash, a diagonal cut.

Buzz -

The sound of the ball was no longer crisp, and the tennis ball disappeared between heaven and earth in an instant, and there was no air current, as if nothing had happened before, only the sound of the wind.

Sakura's eyes condensed, the cold light passed under the eyes, the feet moved slightly, and the obvious three-turn pace drew a strange pattern in an instant, a distance of three meters, but only a blink of an eye, the racket from the top left to the bottom right, a muffled sound, the dark green sweeping tail light flashed, and the tennis ball in the void was volleyed out, "The skill of the insect seal." ”

Pretty!

Yukimura was stunned and couldn't help but secretly admire at the same time, glanced at her steps, her eyes narrowed slightly, it seemed that this step was not unintentional by Edogawa, but purposefully used, the ball just now, if it wasn't for this step, it would be impossible to capture the traces of the ball.

And the 'Insect Seal Technique' or something......

Yukimura closed his eyelids lightly, so Edogawa is still so annoying, every movement on the court is very purposeful, even the movement of his fingers does not give up, and there is that tone, should I say, 'It's really worthy of Edogawa'?

But......

Buzz -

Swinging the racket again, Yukimura's expression became much darker, he knew very well that although he served first, it was impossible for either side to miss the ball, once one of them had such a situation, then the competition of this game would basically end here, and the side that missed the ball would naturally be in a passive position.

In other words, this ball is the most basic tone, and it is already set the moment he serves. After the start of this tone, the side that loses the first ball cannot serve for the next three innings, and this rule is specific to games without referees.

Serving and receiving, the starting point itself is one high and one low, if one side is always at a high place in the game, then the other side will naturally be suppressed. Both of them understand this very well.

Yukimura's swing this time was not a trace of heaviness, not a wisp of complication, or even a little superfluous movement. It's that simple action, raising your hand, turning sideways, swinging the racket, the simplest basic action.

However, Sakuraichi discovers an undercurrent that is usually hidden. Every seemingly ordinary swing of the boy, every seemingly simple run, and every seemingly random step are all accumulated at the same speed, as if something is brewing.

This is his plan, and she can only passively bear it under the premise of not knowing. But even so, Sakuraichi will not easily lose the ball, for her, Yukimura's current strength is just an ordinary temptation, if she can't even withstand the temptation, then she can give way as soon as possible, after all, the position of 'minister', the capable person occupies it.

In the blink of an eye, the ball arrived in front of me, and this ball was different from the previous shot, bringing a subtle breeze.

Sakuraichi's eyes narrowed, and her superior perception made her smell a hint of danger. But Rao was like this, the racket that he was still holding in his hand swung forward, and the shadow full of checkered lines instantly shrouded the tennis ball, however, at the moment when the racket touched, the racket was in vain, and all the power that the tennis ball should have suddenly disappeared.

Bad!!!

The surrounding darkness fell, Sakura raised her eyebrows, and watched the tennis ball become translucent and disappear on the racket, and the next second, the darkness disappeared, but the tennis ball was still on the racket, but at the moment when the darkness disappeared, it fell from the racket to the ground, and after bouncing a few times, it stopped moving.

Unexpectedly looking at the ball at her feet, Sakura slid a wisp of astonishment across her eyes. If the power of the ball disappears on the racket, it means that the ball will not appear on the racket 100%, because the power is the basis for judging where the ball lands. However, the ball did not disappear, but slipped off the racket, proving her error of judgment!!

No way!

That ball...... It should never be on a racket!

Not only that, but the racket she was holding slipped by a centimeter!

Finally...... What's going on?

Sakuraichi held the racket in front of his eyes, and the five fingers of his left hand clasped the strings on it with a clattering sound. The shadow cast by the brim of her hat obscured the upper half of her face, drowning out her deep gaze.

Yukimura stood opposite, at this moment he was holding a racket casually in his right hand, his deep eyes looked at the girl who seemed to be thinking opposite, his eyes narrowed slightly, and time became a little quieter, and the breeze came slowly, lifting Yukimura's blue-purple hair, "Touch...... Disappeared ......"