One to zero

Yang Dong felt that his face was a little unbearable, after all, there were so many reporters and players and spectators around him, and he was so suppressed by a freshman, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he was probably a little unable to raise his face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But he was a little excited, but this kid's strength was a little unguessable, saying that he was doing his best, he just looked relaxed, saying that he didn't make any effort, and felt that he was in a good state.

Yang Dong finally remembered why Yu Xin, who was a genius, was extremely interested in the former when this freshman entered the school, it turned out that it was not a simple concern, I am afraid, they also felt it deeply...... This young man's strength and potential don't stop there.

Even more terrifying!

Yang Dong straightened his hairstyle, and said with an embarrassed smile: "It surprises me a little, your strength should be more than that, right?"

Perhaps feeling the embarrassment of the former, Yang Xiaotian was noncommittal, the racket in his right hand seemed to pause, and then it was raised high, and the racket looked straight ahead.

"I say, senior."

Hearing this, Yang Dong raised his head and looked at the somewhat arrogant and domineering young man, and was about to say something, but the young man's words made his jaw almost fall to the ground.

"You're talking a little too much nonsense."

"You're talking a little too much nonsense."

"You're talking a bit too much nonsense!"

“……”

This sentence echoed in Yang Dong's mind in an infinite loop, as if his whole body was petrified, and in his world, there was only one sentence that kept repeating.

He only felt that ten thousand grass and mud horses were pushing around on him, and if he didn't show some strength, it seemed that he was having a bad time, and he saw the official team members lying on the ground laughing happily outside the field.

"Little cub, don't be stunned."

Yang Dong's expression gradually became serious, and a pair of sharp eyes looked directly at the tennis ball that was illuminated into golden light, and in that pupil, the tennis ball was infinitely enlarged, as if it had become an incomparably huge planet.

Where the ball is cut, the ball seems to be slow but fast, there is no gap between the ups and downs, and all that remains in the eyes is the afterimage!

Off the field, it was as if the ball was unusual.

"How do I feel like I'm being shocked all over?"

"I, me too, all the organs in my body are not my own, as if they are controlled."

"I feel that way, what's going on?"

Everyone was a little shocked, what kind of stunt is this, it has this power, and the reporters also stopped to shoot the button at this moment, and they were also stunned.

If anyone can still be calm, then I am afraid that only the official team members are present, and only they can deal with it indifferently under such stunts!

It may also be said that they have an absolute understanding of each other, and they are already familiar with their respective stunts.

Yu Xin still smiled and said: "Yang Dong's specialty is here, which means that he is starting to get serious."

Da Luo, a member of the official team, didn't feel the power of that imagination, his face was a little cold, and he said: "This move is really powerful, but it's only for the first time, if you meet us, as long as you see the way of the ball, it's just an ordinary shot."

Mo Hou's whole body was chilling as he watched from the sidelines, and asked weakly: "Seniors, what kind of ball is this, I have goosebumps all over my body."

The taciturn Lin Xin spoke, and his tone was very flat: "This ball is named static by him, which means that it can make people stop out of thin air in a defect of time, to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than using up and down friction to rotate, so that the ball is within the scope of ability, and the ball is rubbed back and forth in the racket, and finally it is sent out with a cut ball."

"The ball will change qualitatively in the process of spinning up and down, and the speed will be very slow, but the speed of switching up and down spinning can make people not see the ball, so that's what you see."

Yu Xin took over and added: "The ball path is very simple, but if the operator wants to send this kind of ball, he must control the time of each step between 0.05 seconds, and if he exceeds the slightest bit, he will fail."

Mo Hou looked at Yang Xiaotian with some concern, he was the only one present who could feel the power of the ball the most.

"And how do you crack this?"

"It's easy to crack, it depends on whether that kid is smart enough......"

During the time of discussion outside the court, Yang Xiaotian was also suppressed, his eyes were staring at the tennis ball, the ball speed was unusually slow, but in his eyes, there were countless afterimages disappearing, appearing, and disappearing.

In this way, he can't observe the ball path at the speed of a snail, which makes him unable to start at all, and he can't even move his hands.

The referee raised his hand

"15 to 0"

was scored a point like this, Yang Xiaotian was shocked, tried to wave the racket, and found that there were some sweat stains in the palms of his hands, nervous? Afraid? Or small, or paralyzed.

Only now did I know what Yang Dong meant by not staying stunned before, he began to get serious, is this going to war in advance?

Yang Dong was very calm, his eyes were fierce and terrifying, he took out a ball from his pocket, and the tennis ball in his eyes became a superstar in an instant, and everyone present was once again in a struggle.

The ball flew in, Yang Xiaotian wanted to move, but his body was unsatisfactory, watching the ball fly, he was helpless, and he couldn't even move his body at all.

30:0

After preparing once, his whole body tensed, staring at Yang Dong's racket with all his attention, wanting to see the starting point of the ball, once if it doesn't work, twice, three times, one failure, one experience, one accumulation.

For Yang Xiaotian, as long as it is tennis, there is nothing that he can't fight back, not to mention, his strength has only shown a little bit, and he wants to eat me so easily, it's too early.

The original landing point of the ball is cut at two o'clock in the racket, and the starting point is rubbed forward and backward on the left and right sides, then the final landing point of the ball will be the left court.

Yang Xiaotian's body did not move, calmly analyzed in his mind, and when the ball fell, he tried to move his pace, and he could move!

He slowly relaxed, and a racket appeared underneath the ball.

Syllable......

After receiving the ball, the only flaw was that he ignored the rotation caused by friction, and the moment the ball touched the racket, it was bounced away and failed!

Although he failed, at least he could see the ball clearly, and it was much better than at the beginning, so the next ball would definitely be able to be returned.

Yang Xiaotian gradually seized the opportunity, two goals at most, two goals at most were enough.

40 to 0

Score in one goal.

The end of the game, the score

1 to 1

The two sides are tied

The right to serve is still Yang Dong.

At this moment, Yang Dong was breathing evenly, and he did not have any fatigue because of the continuous still ball, he looked at Yang Xiaotian, and suddenly found that after the latter was continuously won points, there was no solemn expression on his face.

So he wondered, "You kid aren't the slightest bit nervous?"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaotian also looked directly at the former, and a confident smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

"Senior, let's get a ball, I won't let you pass through my racket this one."