"At the beginning of the game, the Japanese team serves, and the game ends!"

The audience suddenly fell silent and watched the game intently. The same goes for those who look down on the traces, they don't have the same strength, and they have to concentrate on catching the game.

"Bang!"

The bent body of the trace quickly ejected, and the arm hit the tennis ball vertically.

The tennis ball shimmered with colorful light, and the high-speed friction air shot towards the opposite side. After landing, sliding close to the ground is the unique serving technique of the trace department - Tang Huaise's serve!!

Opposite, the tall Ivanov raised his eyebrows, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. Before the game, they carefully studied each of the Japanese players who came out. Traces are one of them, and his Tang Wyser serve is naturally also in focus.

Thinking of the results of the previous intra-team competition, Ivanov laughed, and the long scar on the right side of his face looked extremely hideous. Suddenly, his body moved, he took a step forward, raised his foot and stomped down hard!

"What is he doing here?" Kirihara's eyes widened, and he looked puzzled.

Beside him, Sanada clasped his hands in front of his chest, and his squinted eyes suddenly widened: "I see! "Once, because of the sealing of Lei and Yin, he fought hard with the traces, and Tang Huaise's serve was also created by the traces in a flash of inspiration. At the time, he didn't have much to do about it.

"How so?"

However, the next moment he was surprised again, his eyes flashing, and an intriguing smile appeared.

On the opposite side, Ivanov's foot was just about to fall, and the oncoming tennis ball suddenly changed its trajectory and turned towards Tipsarevic on the opposite side. Ivanov's smile froze, his feet froze, and he was so stupid and stunned.

“15:0、”

Tipsarevic's face changed imperceptibly, then he shook his head and turned to take his seat.

"Well done!" Irie turned around and clapped his hands with the trace, his eyes full of appreciation. The burden of releasing water in the warm-up race in his heart has been reduced a lot, and at least for now, it seems that the trace department has improved.

He didn't say much, but looked up. Throw the tennis ball and hit another Don Whither serve!

"Bang!"

The tennis ball went on track as before, plunging across the tee line and then turning to the left. Tipsarevic came to a halt after a few steps, a move that was almost insolvable, especially in doubles, where forcing a catch would confuse the formation and make it easier for the opponent to attack.

“30:0、”

Hearing the referee's words, the crowd erupted in strong cheers.

A lot of people didn't care about the previous results of the division, and even before the match, they didn't know this young man who played a gorgeous serve like art. Of course, those who are still obsessed with the achievements of the trace department will not be stupid to ridicule now. The game is still long, and this kind of flashy trick will expose its weaknesses sooner or later

"Bang!"

“game！ Into the river, the trace! 1:0、”

With four consecutive hits, the Japanese team took the lead in winning the first game.

Ivanov hung his head, as if somewhat lost. There was nothing he could do about the serve he had just served. He was a little depressed, but more of a mania lurking in his body! The body trembled slightly, as if it was about to erupt at any moment.

"Smack!"

A white hand struck him on the shoulder, and Ivanov snorted, his eyes glistening with horror. He almost lost his mind just now, and the power in his body burst out. Glancing at the scholar-like young man in front of him gratefully, he thanked in a low voice: "Thank you, senior!" ”

Tipsarevich shook his head, a smile appeared on his delicate face, and his voice was leisurely: "Remember Ivan, the game has just begun!" Besides, it is impossible to use such a trick in the whole field! ”

Ivanov's eyes also brightened. Yes, to cause those rotations, it must be a lot of burden on the arms. With the intelligence of the other party, it will definitely not be used without a brain. Of course, it's better if it's brainless. Sweeping away the previous haze, he sneered and looked at the trace:

"Right now! I'll let you know what real tennis is! ”

Swap venues, this time, it's Serbia's turn to serve. Irie thought for a moment, pointed at Tipsarevic and said, "I hope he will serve next!" ”

Tipsarevic's lenses flashed, and he carefully looked at the river, looked deeply at the other party, and then withdrew his gaze. In his eyebrows, a look of uneasiness flashed.

"Sure enough! This guy isn't a simple character either! ”

He'd seen the footage of the warm-up game. To be honest, in the face of the combination of QP and that Japanese junior high school student, there are only a handful of people who can win them. However, Tipsarevich always felt that the round-faced guy with glasses in the video was acting strangely, even though he was exhausted!

Without a word, Tipsarevic kicked the tennis ball in his hand. There is nothing flashy, a simple serve, straight to the left side of the track. But the speed was extremely fast, and the trace did not dare to be careless, and quickly ran, and the racket hit the tennis ball.

Just then, a cool breeze hit. The track was slightly stunned, the racket in his hand was deflected, and the tennis ball hit the racket and bounced high.

"Hah! I won the ball! ”

Ivanov jumped to his feet, with a fierce look on his face, and slapped the racket in his hand towards the tennis ball.

"Haha! I'll just say this guy is not good, you see, the rackets are crooked! The people who had been holding back their words before spoke mockingly. Most of them are ordinary people, or more stubborn players, and they all hate the flashy tennis of the trace!

However, looking at this ferocious smash with full strength, the trace was very calm.

With the trajectory of the tennis ball in mind, he ran to the tennis ball's landing point, suddenly turned around and half-crouched down. Hold the racket with both hands, catch the tennis ball, and flick it from front to back.

Seeing this scene, all the audience's eyes widened, revealing incredible.

"Kirin, landing?" Fuji was also stunned, looking at this ball in a daze, for a long time, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. A genius person, how can he be himself? He looked around, at the young men in the uniforms of the national teams.

"Bringing together the world's heroes! And who is a simple character?"

"Whew~snort"

The tennis ball was knocked back over Ivanov's head, who had not yet landed. And he can only look at the ball stupidly, but there is nothing he can do.

At this moment, Tipsarevic in the back court moved. He rushed to the tennis ball, so fast that he drew an afterimage. After taking a closer look at the opposing position, he immediately swung his racket and hit the tennis ball into the corner.

"Whew!"

However, at the moment when the tennis ball was struck, Tipsarevic's pupils shrank suddenly. I saw that the guy with a shy smile appeared in the originally empty place. The other smiled cuddly at his side, and easily slammed the racket towards the tennis ball.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball turned into a white light and swept in front of Ivanov, who had just landed. At the moment when his pupils dilated, the tennis ball hit the ground and grazed the bottom line.

“15:0、”

"Wow!!" It took a long time for a strong cheer to erupt around. Some young women look at the traces with ambiguous eyes and twinkling eyes, if it weren't for the fact that this is a World Cup match, I'm afraid they will loudly show their love!

The people in the boo trace department before also had a calm face, looking at the people around them who were constantly applauding, and could only scold in their hearts: "What is this!" It's just sensationalism."

But they didn't know that the trace department was also a little depressed at this time. It was a very good goal, but there was a mistake, and it was such a low-level mistake.

Only Irie thought about it and slowly walked to the receiving area. Bending down, he stared at Tipsarevic, as if trying to read every movement on his body.

Tipsarevic slapped the tennis ball in his hand, and suddenly, he looked up. Throw the tennis ball at the same time and hit the tennis ball at a weird angle. The tennis ball came quickly, but shockingly, Irie suddenly closed his eyes!

At this time, he was confirming his conjecture and integrating his body and mind into his surroundings.

"I'll go! Is this man crazy? ”

"These Japanese are really the same, and they play high-end?"

"I guess he's charging up his power!"

In an instant, there was a commotion all of a sudden. They were all white middle and high school students, and they looked at Irie playfully, as if waiting for him to make a fool of himself, so that he could mock it.

And at the moment when these voices sounded, Irie suddenly opened his eyes with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth. He glanced at the spot where the tennis ball had landed, and saw a small, imperceptible pebble there.

His brain spun into gearing, simulating what might happen. After estimating probably, he ran to the other side, in the opposite direction to the trajectory of the tennis ball!

"Poof! This guy is crazy, right? A young man who was drinking water suddenly squirted out a mouthful of water, and watched the action of entering the river in a daze. Suddenly, he felt that the light in front of him had dimmed, and when he looked up, he saw a strong black man with a big shoulder and a round waist, and a pair of bull's eyes were staring at him:

"Hey! boy！ You're not comfortable there, are you? ”

The water bottle in the hands of the white youth fell. Without thinking about it, he ran away and disappeared into the crowd like the wind.

"Wow"

At this time, there was a sudden exclamation from all around.

I saw that after the tennis ball hit the ground, it suddenly bounced up irregularly and turned to the left, which is the direction of the previous run into the river! Some viewers who didn't understand it became extremely shocked when they looked at the running figure, the other party actually predicted the changes in tennis in advance?

The players who really know the ball are silent. That guy certainly can't predict the future, it's simply not possible! But there's definitely something weird in the ball, it's just that it's too far away to see the details.

"That's not right!"

Suddenly, the racket that Irie was about to swing stopped, and with a whew, the tennis ball passed by him.

“15:15、”

"Shh!!h

Loud boos erupted all around, which were directed at Irie. In their opinion, the action before entering the river was terrifying at first, but then it was rotten like a piece of stinky shit!

"Irie-senpai!" Traces shouted. However, Irie did not pay any attention.

At that moment, he had a strange feeling. It's as if swinging the racket down will have some unimaginable consequences, dangerous but unclear feelings!

A swing of the racket, as if fate is bifurcated.

Or raw! Or die!