I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

Delacroix was a man with a very strong sense of self-esteem.

As a senior contestant, he would never allow himself to lose to two junior high school students. This was his bottom line, a bottom line that could not be crossed!

to this end.

He used another ability of his - artistic hypnosis!

"By applying paint, using a special hypnotic method, can you change your companion's personality?"

Outside the court, Mitsuya looked solemn.

This ability is perfect for doubles. Especially since Jonal St. George is also a very good player, after the data changes, it is even harder to see through him.

Bang!

Delacroix served again.

At this time, he changed his previous crazy offensive posture and wandered around the baseline to cover George who was painted with paint.

Tap! !

Teenager moves quickly in tennis.

He was short and thin, and didn't look threatening at all. However, Fuji still sensed a strong sense of danger.

boom!

really.

George suddenly made a move, rushing out unexpectedly, and volleyed the tennis ball straight at Bu Er.

"Danger!"

In the stands, St. Rudolph's Yuta Fuji exclaimed.

The ball was too fast, and he would not be able to react in time. If he was hit by the ball, he would definitely be seriously injured.

Snapped!

However, Fuji reacted quickly and changed his hitting posture in an instant. But even so, he only barely hit the tennis ball.

Swish!

Soon, George flew up. He observed the opponent's posture with sharp eyes, saw through the opponent's weakness, and suddenly shot, hitting the opponent's weak point with a ball.

boom!

"15-15."

tread.

Subsequently.

The young man landed steadily on the ground, with a scornful smile on his painted face: "I have seen through your weakness."

"This guy"

Taocheng, Haitang and others all showed dissatisfied expressions.

However, they were also very surprised by this special way of hitting the ball. After careful observation, they could not figure out the principle behind it.

And on the court.

With the change in style, George crushed Fuji. He scored points in succession and forced the latter into a dead end. But just when the French players thought they had regained the initiative in the game, Fuji gradually adapted to the opponent's style and scored a backhand slice counterattack.

"40-30."

"This boy"

Delacroix narrowed his eyes.

He didn't expect that his opponent's adaptability was so strong. In such a short time, he adapted to George's changed tennis style.

"pity."

But then, Delacroix smiled confidently again.

He called George to his side, washed the paint off his face in a very short time, and then used his brush to fly up and down to paint a new face for him.

"This"

The representatives of the Japanese team were immediately surprised.

Qian, Liu and others narrowed their eyes.

This ability is very difficult for them who are good at data tennis. Just imagine how you would feel if the opponent's data you collected with great difficulty changed in an instant.

Although Fuji was not a data type player, he also suffered a lot.

Bang!

finally.

In the fourth game, the opponent still won and the two sides tied 2-2.

"France!"

"France!"

"France!"

The blown counterattack horn excited the French fans and spectators, who kept shouting slogans in the stands. The momentum was like a wave, hitting them one after another.

only.

Both Tezuka and Fuji remained calm about this.

"Ah."

Delacroix shook his head and sneered: "You are just pretending to be calm. Once you watch the score widen little by little, fear will spread completely in your hearts."

He was very satisfied with his artistic masterpiece.

and.

As time goes by, when George has completely collected the data of his two opponents, the situation of the game will be completely under their control.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The game continues.

Delacroix and Georges launched an attack, trying to break their opponent's serve. Their attack was so fierce that Fuji was embarrassed for a while.

"whee."

Looking at his opponent, George's face, which was painted with paint, showed a mocking smile: "Sorry, I have completely seen through your blind spot."

Bang!

As he spoke, he suddenly made a move and hit the tennis ball straight towards the area in front of Fuji's right foot.

"That's your blind spot!"

George is very confident, which is the result he derived through data tennis.

"is it?"

But that's it.

Bu Er, who was originally in a state of panic, raised his head. There was no trace of panic on his face. In his deep eyes, a sharp light flashed.

"Do you really think you have collected my real data?"

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Fuji suddenly made a move and hit the tennis ball into the air in front of everyone's astonished gaze.

"what?"

Everyone, who were originally very nervous, were suddenly dumbfounded.

Especially the players of the French team, after they came to their senses, they looked at Bu Er with surprise.

"This is... a mistake, right?"

Hitting the ball from such a high angle will inevitably result in it flying out of bounds.

"ridiculous."

George naturally couldn't help but sneer and said, "I thought your tennis was great, but this is all?!"

however.

He didn't finish his words, but his eyes suddenly widened.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball that flew into the air suddenly turned downward, hit the court at an astonishing speed, and flew out of the court under the incredulous gaze of everyone.

Snapped!

Subsequently.

The tennis ball was caught in Oshitari's hand.

"This kind of ball"

The junior high school students on the French team were stunned. They had never seen such a gorgeous ball skill.

"Genius. Fuji Shusuke."

Camus said softly.

He looked at Bu Er with eyes full of admiration.

Such a talented player is very close to the style of their French team. Even if they are ranked third in the big four, the opponent can definitely become the main player of junior high school students.

"Is this his true strength?"

George was in a trance.

He has been collecting data since the beginning of the game, but his opponent is like a bottomless pit, constantly refreshing the data he has recorded from the beginning to now.

"I do not believe!"

George narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in them.

He thought he had mastered data tennis to a very high level. Not to mention the junior high school students' data, even the high school students' data, the entire French team, except Camus, was under his control.

The person in front of him was, after all, just a junior high school student. The gap between the two sides would not, and would never, be so huge.

Swish!

But the next ball duel.

As he hit the ball, the opponent turned around without any warning.

"Your return has no chance of getting over the net."

"What a joke! How could my ball not pass the ball?"

George wanted to refute, but the next second, when the tennis ball he hit really hit the blocking net, his eyes suddenly widened, and he stood there in a daze as if he had seen a ghost.

"Gudu."

The French staff officer's throat rolled subconsciously.

But then, he took a deep breath and put himself in a posture of being ready for battle.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

but.

No matter how he fought back, the tennis ball always hit the net when it got close to it.

"Game!"

"Japanese team, 3-2, exchange positions!"

End of game.

The Japanese team took the lead again.

On the other hand, everyone on the French team, from the representatives to the players on the field and the fans outside the stadium, were all dumbfounded.

They could never have imagined that they would actually see such a weird and exaggerated scene.

"What a strong rotation!"

Delacroix frowned.

He roughly grasped the principle of the unique trick, and it was not difficult for him to crack it. But this did not solve the problem, because the guy with glasses on the opposite side still brought him strong pressure.

He had a hunch that once he teamed up with George to attack Bu Er, the other side would also attack without mercy.

but.

Judging from the situation on the court, George seemed unable to hold on.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing we can do."

When the sixth round was about to start, Delacroix made another move. However, this time he did not change the makeup on George's face, but aimed at himself and did it again.

"This"

Everyone on the Japanese team was stunned.

"Self-hypnosis?"

Yukimura reacted and said in surprise: "Indeed, if it is a hypnotic ability, it should be effective on me as well."

“Artistic tennis is really interesting.”

Atobe also raised his eyebrows, with surprise in his eyes.

The fact that the other party dared to attack him and got involved himself was enough to make others look up to him.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The game continues.

The French team launched a fierce attack right from the start.

What is surprising is that Delacroix's makeup effect is much better than George's. He solved many of the ball skills that were difficult for Fuji to solve.

and.

As time went by, the two of them actually had the illusion that they were suppressing their opponents.

"real or fake?"

Kikumaru's eyes widened: "Why do these two guys feel like they are getting stronger?"

"This is not an illusion."

Yagyu said solemnly: "Their doubles cooperation is even more tacit than before."

"Ah."

Guan Yue also nodded and said: "If their cooperation was just average before, now it is not inferior to some top doubles combinations."

This is not an exaggeration, because the cooperation between Delacroix and Georges has exceeded the level and they can achieve almost perfect cooperation without the need for secret codes.

Tap! !

on the field.

The two started to attack again, through continuous hitting of the ball, coupled with coordinated and no delay in attacking, they turned defeat into victory in the sixth game and tied their opponents again at 3-3.

"Why?"

Taocheng was very surprised, but no one around him could give him an answer.

"Hey! Kibaira!"

At this moment.

Chitose, who lost the doubles match 2 victory outside the court, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you feel that the movements of these two people are very familiar?"

"Ah."

Orange nodded.

He could clearly feel that there was something very familiar about the collaboration between Delacroix and George.

"Wait, could it be..."

Sudden.

He seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils shrank quietly.

"homology?!"

"Did you notice it?"

On the court, Delacroix turned around, with paint on his face, and smiled confidently.

"This is the inspiration from the kid with the ability to create illusions from the Japanese team."

As he spoke, he added a bit of wild, aggressive color to his face. Then he walked forward and added the same pattern to George's face.

"I see."

Off the field.

Yagyu, Guanyue and others also reacted.

"This person used the same paint and makeup to hypnotize two people with different personalities into the same radio frequency range."

"In this case, the two people's movements will gradually become similar. Thus, an alternative synchronization effect will appear."

"More importantly, as the makeup changes, the styles that can be selected in the same tone are also increasing. This ability is really terrifying!"

"It's like an artistic harmony!"

Outside the stadium, people expressed their feelings.

"Art's harmony?"

A strong fighting spirit flashed in Fuji's eyes.

hum!

Subsequently.

He exploded the wind field, boosted his momentum, and fought against the two people with different synchronization alone. During the process, he felt the horror of synchronization and was beaten back step by step.

But he did not admit defeat. He continued to use other counterattack skills, even using a killer move like Guangfeng, and only managed to barely block the opponent's attack.

Off the field.

Tezuka acted as if it had nothing to do with him and let Fuji be suppressed by the two men.

At first, the others thought that Tezuka was too arrogant. After Fuji was defeated by his opponent, he was the only one left.

however.

As the match continued, Fuji was able to block the attacks of both men.

"Could it be that"

Camus raised his brows as if thinking of something. "Could it be that he regards Edgar and Jonal as the perfect whetstone?"

This inference is outrageous.

But this is indeed what Tezuka thought.

Facts have proved that Fuji was indeed successful. The pressure from the two squeezed out his potential. However, he also consumed too much energy and fell into a state of exhaustion.

Bang!

When Fuji was about to be defeated, Tezuka finally took action.

"it's useless."

A sneer flashed in Delacroix's eyes.

George couldn't help but laugh and said, "What a pity! If you had intervened just now, you might have had a chance of winning. But it's too late to react now!"

They have already defeated the boy named Fuji Shusuke. All they need to do is follow the same method to defeat the seemingly calm boy with glasses in front of them.

Bang!

But the next moment.

Delacroix's return shot flew out of the field.

"out!"

"15-40."

"Well"

Delacroix was shocked.

He tried to recall the ball just now, but a tennis ball flying towards him with a special spin appeared in his mind.

“That kind of spin.”

Thinking of the speed of rotation on the tennis ball, his pupils shrank quietly.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In the following games, the balls of both players were either sucked to their side by Tezuka or flew out of the court.

"This guy."

Delacroix and George's hearts trembled violently.

At this moment, they clearly felt that the person standing in front of them was not a junior high school student, but a towering and majestic mountain.

This pressure is too strong.

As a result, the two of them were suppressed to the point where they couldn't even raise their heads.

but.

Delacroix's pride got in the way, and he didn't want to lose here, so he used his remaining strength to burst out with even greater momentum.

Bang!

however.

Tezuka's ball was merciless and passed through his crotch again.

"Gudu."

Looking up, Delacroix looked at the young man opposite him, whose body was covered with spots of light particles, and his throat rolled uncontrollably.

"The first set is over."

"Japan wins, score 6-3!"