"Snort." The tennis ball smashed out of bounds.

“15-15。”

"Oh? It's kind of interesting. Shen Dailan grabbed the capture line, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

Dusty memories are awakened.

He remembered.

Reiji Kamishiro is the best at phantom play.

The so-called phantom style of play is to use the same position to hit a ball with completely different weights and spins, so as to confuse the opponent.

The effect of this skill is similar to that of wabisuke.

To crack this technique, you must anticipate the spin and weight of the ball before it flies, or adjust your stance at the moment of receiving the ball.

For many players who face this kind of tennis for the first time, it is likely to collapse all at once.

But Shen Dailan is not an ordinary person.

His eyesight is also beyond the national level.

"Bang!"

Another phantom serve, and this time, Kamidai Lan stepped forward, turned sideways, and grabbed it with his right hand.

"Bang." The tennis ball crossed a sharp arc and smashed precisely into the dead corner of Reiji Kamjo's side.

“30-15。”

"My phantom style of play was shot back? Is it luck? Reiji Kamishiro was a little stunned, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Try again!" Reiji Kamishiro kicks off.

"Bang." The tennis ball quickly skimmed, smashed to his side, and flew off the court.

“40-15。”

Reiji Kamishiro did not believe in evil and kicked off again.

"Game, 2-0, Fudo Peak God Dai Blue leads."

As a matter of any surprise, Shen Dailan won another game.

In front of Shen Dailan. Reiji Kamishiro couldn't make a wave at all.

"Whew." Reiji Kamishiro felt that his breathing was a little short.

It was the first time he had played against an oppressive player like Kamiyo Blue.

I only played a few balls, but I had a sense of exhaustion from playing the whole game.

Opponents will indeed become familiar with their own style of tennis after a few rounds of head-to-head play, and will be able to successfully fight back.

But Reiji Kamishiro is the first time I've seen someone like Kamishiro Blue who completely cracks the phantom style of play after just a few balls.

Is this the kind of person that coaches value?

His heart grew heavy.

"Shendai Lan is really still suffocatingly strong, and Shencheng Reiji's phantom style of play can't make Shendai Lan's body sluggish at all." Liu Lian Er shook her head and sighed.

"It's tricky to play tennis with different weights and spins in the same position, and even if we've reached the national level, we have to keep an eye on them."

"But Shen Dailan is the same as in the past, no matter what kind of spin and power his opponent's tennis ball has, his posture will always be like that."

Liu Lian's eyes showed a strong look of jealousy: "His foundation is already terrifying to an unimaginable level. ”

"No matter how many times we watch him, it's impossible to increase the chances of winning by one point, he can't beat him, whether it's me or you." Liu Lianji looked at Nakasanada and said in a deep voice.

Sanada was silent, his fist hidden under his sleeve was quietly clenched, and his tone was a little bitter: "Is there really no chance at all?" ”

Sanada has an obsession to overcome Kamiyo, is it because of the past?

Liu Lian Er sighed in her heart, her eyes filled with empathetic sadness.

He can understand.

He witnessed Sanada's masochistic training in the past two years, and he knew that Sanada was holding a fire in his heart.

He's trying so hard to get stronger definitely because of someone.

But.

When I met the man again, I came to the conclusion that he had a chance of winning less than one percent.

This despair is like denying all his past efforts and driving him into the abyss completely.

Liu Lianji couldn't bear to end Sanada like this.

"There's a chance." He narrowed his eyes, and his tone had an inexplicable meaning.

"If you've learned any special skills in the past two years, maybe there's a way to win. First force out the first solution of Shen Dailan, and then use the strongest ball skills to crack his swastika, so that there is a little possibility of winning. ”

After speaking, Liu Lianji saw that Sanada's eyes had changed, the whole person seemed to be full of hope, and the fighting spirit in his eyes had reached its peak.

But ah, Sanada~~

There are already at least three of the Divine Blue's Origin Solution and Swastika Light, how do you crack it?

Liu Lian Er said secretly in her heart.

In the third game, the ball was teed off by Shen Dailan.

"It seems a little boring to end like this." Kamiyo Lan slapped the tennis ball, and the corners of his mouth hooked up in a strange arc.

"Why don't ~~ let you see interesting ball skills."

"Twenty-six Bound Paths: Qu Guang."

"Bang." Toss, bend the knees, dunk.

With a serve in a standard position. The tennis ball headed towards Reiji Kamjo.

As it crosses the net, an inexplicable layer of light envelops it, and in the blink of an eye, the tennis ball disappears from view.

"Step." It wasn't until the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground sounded that everyone realized that behind Reiji Kamjo, a tennis ball was quietly rolling down.

“15-0。”

The referee announced in a trembling voice.

"Tennis. It's gone? ”

"I read that right, the tennis ball just flew over the net and disappeared."

"Is this some kind of trick?"

The audience was in an uproar, and Reiji Kamjo's palms were covered with fine sweat.

"It's a tie." On Lihaida's side, Liu Lian's brows tightened: "I've also seen other serves that disappear, basically relying on rotation to give people the illusion, they all have signs before they disappear, such as Shen Yin will rise extremely quickly, and eventually disappear into the air." ”

"The vanishing serve will shake at breakneck speed and disappear into thin air."

"But Shen Dailan's serve is completely different, as if someone erased it out of thin air, disappearing without warning, completely confusing. What the hell is going on? Liu Lian Er muttered to herself in confusion.

"It's worthy of Shendailan, his talent is a visible overflow, if you can carve such a genius, this life is worth it." Aoi Hanamura's eyes showed an unconcealed appreciation.

"The tennis ball is gone? No, this must be a spin. Reiji Kamishiro tightened the racket in his hand, his eyes became solemn, and he made a gesture of preparation.

"Really? Then use your eyes to see clearly the insurmountable gap between us. Shen Dailan smiled lightly, threw the ball again, and deducted it.

"Twenty-six Bound Paths: Qu Guang."

The tennis ball is clouded with light during the flight and disappears from view.

“30-0。”

When the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground sounded, Reiji Kamishiro realized that he had lost points again.

Then came the beginning of Reiji Kamjo's nightmare.

No matter how he swung his racket or stared at the tennis ball, he couldn't stop the tennis ball from disappearing.

“40-0。”

"game, 3-0, Fudo Mine God Dai Blue leads.

By the end of this game, Reiji Kamjo's expression had become a little hollow.

I also had doubts about myself.

Don't.

Am I really inferior to him?

He sat in the dugout like a walking corpse.

"Shencheng, just do your best, the strength of the Shendai is already above the middle school of the country." A trace of unbearability flashed in Hua Mura Aoi's eyes, and he comforted softly.

"Do your best?"

Why is the coach so unoptimistic about me?!

Reiji Kamijo's body was swirling with dissatisfaction and anger, he suddenly got up, and looked at Aoi Hanamura's eyes full of determination and determination: "Coach, your most perfect work, you only need me." ”

He walked towards the middle of the field, and there was an indescribable temperament on his body.

In the fourth game, Reiji Kamishiro serves.

"Kamidai, you, very good." Reiji Kamishiro looked at Kamiyo Blue expressionlessly, and suddenly crossed his hands in front of his chest, holding the racket in one hand and the ball in the other.

"Shencheng, haven't you forgotten my words?" Seeing this scene, Huacun Aoi's expression changed greatly, and he suddenly got up and exclaimed.

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(End of chapter)