On the field, it attracted the attention of countless people.

Seeing Bamlev raise his hand and throw the ball, the whole person exuded a majestic aura like a bison. Then, his eyes sparkled, his racket swung and poofed, and the tennis ball was like an arrow from a string, trembling and emitting fire towards the opposite side.

Wow!

The crowd was in an uproar, and then everyone's eyes flashed with a fiery light. This is a world-class serve, and this doubles is probably more intense than expected. The tennis ball flashed and roared through the spiral strength, and the two of the Chinese team went one after the other, and Lu Xi in the backcourt saw this, quietly withdrew his right leg, gathered momentum in his hand, and pulled the racket in his hand to the rebound tennis ball.

Bang!

The sound shook, and the ground sand and gravel shook a few times. Feeling the oppressive force coming from his arm, Lu Xi's face changed, but he saw the aqua blue ripples flashing behind him. Then, a cool feeling emanated from him like a stream.

After holding on for a moment, there was not much terrifying power left on the ball, and then I saw his right hand swing out violently, and the tennis ball shot towards the opposite side like flowing water.

"Good shot!"

Outside the venue, men, women and children dressed in red and white clothes suddenly shouted. Many white people frowned, but when they saw the fiery enthusiasm on each other's faces, they had to smile wryly and shake their heads.

Good ball indeed.

Shiraishi stared at the ball for a moment, and had to look up at the delicate-looking young man.

Use your aura to block the opponent's attack, and then attack with a crisp swing. Most of those who have crossed that hurdle have been able to do the first step, but in the end, they have such a precise estimate of the lowest point of the ball's volatility and have no hesitation to hit the ball back. He had seen it in his palms.

Opposite side. Karondereyev looked at the ball with a slight expression, the opponent is worthy of being a player from that ancient country, and the intensity can be seen in this goal alone. In his eyes, the blue glass color turned cloudy, and the tennis ball that galloped forward, the aura wrapped around the ball body slowly spread out like a thread.

However, when the outermost layer of aura was stripped away, his face changed suddenly.

The tennis ball is also wrapped in a layer of light and transparent aura like tin foil. It was as blue as water, and even after a few more glances, Karondereev's eyes seemed to be much clearer.

"That's not right!"

Suddenly, he roared in his heart, and the whole person suddenly came to his senses. When I looked at it again, the tennis ball was gone.

"Rustle"

A small sound came into his ears, and he looked down, but his eyelids jumped suddenly. The tennis ball leaned on his foot at some point.

“15:0.”

"This guy is actually still a mental player."

Shiraishi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he didn't even notice that the other party had attached something similar to an illusion to the tennis ball while fighting back. He looked at the young man named Lu Xi and guessed again in his heart.

I remember that when I came in the morning, Li Xiao told him on the phone that the names of everyone in the Chinese team have a very meaningful meaning.

The stream, the water, is it the mirror flower and the moon?

At this point, after a slight adjustment, Bamulev served again. Unlike before, the muscles in his arm doubled when serving, and the tennis ball was visible to the naked eye to be squeezed like a flat discus.

Sou!

The sound of breaking the air made people's eyes dazzle, but the tennis ball had already reached the front of another Chinese player. Jin Feng, a young man with a well-defined silhouette and a sharp temperament between his eyebrows.

Looking at the whistling tennis ball, the corners of his mouth showed a hint of sneering. The racket in his hand was drawn out at some point, and the last shot came first, and it was pumped towards the tennis ball with a strong wind. Bang, the racket shook, and his arm sank slightly.

Snort

The tennis ball was like a spiral fire diamond about to tear the racket, however, the curvature of the sneer at the corner of Jin Feng's mouth increased.

Ga!

An extremely harsh metallic sound sounded, and I saw that the tennis ball had fallen back at some point, and the flame light attached to it had turned into a cyan wind as sharp as a knife.

Bai Shi's eyebrows were a few degrees higher, and just now, he saw that the man just slammed it, and the tennis ball instantly changed its orbital aura. This is really too abnormal, because even if he comes, he can't do such an easy and freehand counterattack without turning on the second turn strength.

Wrong!

His heart moved, and when he retraced the previous counterattack in his mind, the other party's hands were a little blurry. In an instant, a lightning-like aura flashed in his mind, and the other party's methods were already clear.

It's as fast as the wind, no, it's a few levels above it. In comparison, it's like Sasabe's bullet serve and Oni's ball of light.

The cyan color spread, reflecting the somewhat handsome face of Karondereev. However, in his eyes, the shot in front of him had nothing to do with beauty. His heart sank, and his eyes once again appeared cloudy, and on his right hand, a texture of black, white and gray colors flashed.

Bang!

Tennis started, but he was not half proud. Sure enough, with a stabbing sound, the three-color aura on his racket was torn apart after holding each other for a moment.

Sharp! Like a blue edge out of the sheath.

Before he could react next, the tennis ball rushed to the racket. He only felt his arm sink, and with a pop, the slap was torn open and shot into the backcourt.

“30:0.”

As soon as the referee's voice sounded, there were boos from the crowd on the sidelines.

"Good shot!" "It's handsome!" "The Chinese team is doing well!"

However, what followed was a Chinese cry that was like 10,000 people shouting.

Shiraishi rubbed his temples, his face showing a little embarrassment. For some reason, my heart flashed back to my past life, and when I watched the game with my classmates, the other party shouted out the strange feeling in my heart.

However, at that time, the two were watching football, and that game was the last glimmer of hope for the group stage of China's 14 World Cup in Brazil. But now, these people in front of him are watching tennis, a Chinese tennis that has been involved in the division of the world pattern.

Come to think of it, they should be the happiest people.

The game continued, and the Russian team, which had no effective means of responding to the Chinese team, was crushed to death with every goal.

“game！ Chinese team! 1：0、”

"Bang!" Another cold color flowed, and the faces of the two Bamlev were red and hot.

“game！ Chinese team! 2：0.”

In the crowd, Shiraishi bowed his head and pondered. Four aces in a row, the young man named Jin Feng has a meticulous control of strength and skill. Coupled with Lu Xi, who had performed well before, the two doubles players of the Chinese team are all eye-catching characters

"Bang!"

“game！ Chinese team! 3：0.”

“game！ Chinese team! 5：0.”

As the game progressed, the Chinese team became more and more proficient in grasping the rhythm of the game. On the contrary, the Russians were a little at a loss, and their superiority in strength was equalized by the skill of the opponent. However, the other party's extremely strange aura, they still haven't figured it out.

"Damn, these two stupid guys!"

In the coach position of the Russian team, the deputy head coach Krokowski's face trembled slightly, but he was almost fainted by the two people on the field. And when he was resting in the middle, he called the two of them to the front, tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "You two, this is doubles, what were you doing just now?" The other party is very strong, but that is their ability to fight alone, and they have to use their cooperation to break them one by one. ”

In the end, he finally couldn't help but curse twice. "Remember, it's doubles! Cooperate is required, cooperate! Did you know? ”

The two reluctantly agreed, turned around and returned to the arena. For some reason, looking at the back of the two leaving, Krokowski had a faint premonition in his heart.

At the beginning of the sixth game, Jin Feng looked at the opponent with a solemn expression and orderly standing, and a satisfied smile was hooked at the corner of his mouth. However, I heard him sigh again: "Only now do you wake up?" It's a pity it's late! ”

After sighing, he glanced at Lu Xi beside him. The two of them exuded a cyan and blue aura respectively, and then, the blue and blue intersected, and a huge momentum erupted from it.

Suddenly, a cool breeze spread, which made many viewers feel bright.

"It's ?!!"

In the crowd, there were also many players from other countries who came to investigate. But at this moment, the movements in their hands invariably stopped, or they had previously laughed at the poor tacit understanding of the Chinese team and the fact that Russia did not seize this point of attack, and the expressions on their faces became dull, like sculptures.

At this moment, Shiraishi also had a shocked look on his face. "Unexpectedly, I guessed wrong"

Water is an illusion and represents the spirit; The wind is the edge, and it is for the attack. What he guessed was that the two names represented different personalities and different ways of hitting the ball. However, the wind moves and the clouds surge, and the wind does not rise and the water dies.

Therefore, the meaning of the names of these two people should obviously be, wind and water!

Homology!

PS: The latest updates are late, because my grandmother was right next to me in the middle of writing. As for why I didn't write earlier, because the day is my time to be inspired by the game, and the night is the time to write the inspiration.

In addition, writing two books a day really kills people!