Lost Narrative Poetry

"...pretending to be a ghost."

Miura Yuko curled her lips, turned around and picked up the tennis ball: "I don't believe you can really block them all. Even if you really can, when you don't have enough strength..."

"It just so happens that I think so too."

Xia Ran looked like a hero.

"Hey! Let me tell you, do you have any sense of proportion? If it really doesn't work, let's give up. There's nothing to be ashamed of." Yukinoshita was obviously a little uneasy and pulled his sleeves directly beside him. , leaned into his ear and asked softly.

Her face was so close that she could smell the fragrance on her body. Xia Ran subconsciously took a small step back, turned away and answered quickly:

"That...property? Of course I have it. Don't worry, I won't kill those two people with the sonic ball..."

There is no doubt about this issue at all. He is definitely a very measured person. He is just playing tennis and will never kill someone.

"Really? That's good...did you think I would say that? Who told you this!"

Yukinoshita sighed as if surrendering, and looked towards the opposite side——

"There are two people on the other side. You are still blindfolded. Even if you can hear the sound, you will be exhausted..."

"Hmph, Hayato, you don't have to interfere, I'll do it myself..." Miura Yuiko snorted coldly, quoted what Xia Ran said before and said mockingly, "After all, it takes two people to bully a blind man. It's really annoying. It’s hard to compliment..."

Although he has a bad attitude, he is really a simple idiot.

Hayama Hayato smiled bitterly again, looked over apologetically, and then retreated to the side of the field with his racket. Yukinoshita frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then made the same move.

Next, Miura Yuko wasted no time. With a very ugly look on her face, she threw the ball up and prepared to serve.

To be honest, she was really in a bad mood. She always felt that she had been completely defeated from beginning to end this time. Although it seemed that she had won the final victory, it was only two people who brought down Yukinoshita. The result was determined by Yukino's stamina bar.

Before that, she and Hayama Hayato were simply suppressed and beaten unilaterally...

And after Yukinoshita was unable to participate in the battle, the only one left on the opposite side was a nasty guy who seemed to have a problem with his eyes. Although he looked equally unreasonable, he seemed to be able to judge the trajectory of a tennis ball just by listening to the sound, and make accurate decisions. response.

In addition, this guy seems to know the layout of the tennis court very well, and his grasp of distance and direction is still astonishing, so he can move freely even if he is blindfolded.

However, this does not change the terrible fact that she is playing tennis with a blindfolded person, and the whole scene looks like filming a Guinness World Record challenge.

Even if she won, it would be a weak victory. This made Miura Yuko feel extremely aggrieved, but if she left like this, she would still be extremely aggrieved... It seems that no matter what, she has not left the snow today. The joy of winning a game was not only aggrieved but also aggrieved.

So, let’s end this farce as soon as possible!

Under the swing of the racket, the tennis ball leaves an afterimage-like trajectory, pressing directly towards the boundary line at the edge of the field. Miura Yuko has good technical skills and can always control the landing point of the ball just right.

However, Xia Ran had already expected it. He took three steps and two steps at a time, then moved over, and with a powerful swing of the racket, he sliced ​​the tennis ball back beautifully!

"...!!"

Although it is not as exaggerated as the sonic ball, the force is very strong and the speed is very fast. Miura Yuko almost flew out and almost missed it. It was dangerous and dangerous before she handed over the racket at the last moment. Kankan hit the ball back.

Then, she glared at the boy opposite with anger and annoyance: "Do you want a quick victory? What a pity, this won't work. You can only exhaust your physical strength faster..."

"You don't have to worry about this, Miura-san." Xia Ran smiled slightly, and swung the racket smoothly to slice out the tennis ball that came back in front of him very beautifully!

"Shut up! It's three! It's not Miura!" The girl blurted out instinctively and retorted fiercely!

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"Okay, classmate San..." Xia Ran was stunned for a moment, and then changed his words with a smile.

The scene suddenly became silent for a while. Everyone had strange expressions. Even Hayama Hayato next to him seemed to be suppressing a smile. He could only turn his face away to prevent Miura from seeing his expression, but his shoulders kept shaking. trembling.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

I don’t know who among the crowd was the first to burst out laughing, so the people around couldn’t help it, as if they were infected, and the laughter echoed throughout the tennis court.

——The scene was filled with cheerful air.

"Die to me——!!"

Miura Yuko's expression became particularly terrifying, as if she were an evil ghost, and she gritted her teeth in a sinister manner and said these words.

However, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Even if she is driven by anger and bursts out with strong fighting power, she cannot prevent the rhythm of the field from falling into someone's control.

After playing back and forth for more than a dozen balls, Miura Yuko suddenly discovered a shocking fact——

The opponent has always been standing in the center of the opposite field, but I have to do my best to run back, forth, left and right...

Every ball he hits will come back right in front of the opponent. The opponent can easily hit back with a swing just by raising his arm, and every ball the opponent hits is extremely tricky.

He seemed to have the right speed and angle, always hitting the tennis ball to a specific position, forcing himself to barely catch up. Apart from swinging the racket back, he had no time to exert any control over the ball.

In addition, Xia Ran seems to be deliberately controlling the direction of the ball's rotation. For example, when Miura Yuko is on the right, he will cut the ball to the far left. Because even if Miura Yuko catches up, she can only swing the racket to hit the ball back and cannot do more. The rotation force of the ball is still to the left, so it just returns to Xia Ran again.

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The crowd around him gradually became quiet, and countless people opened their eyes wide, as if they had seen an incredible scene.

Some people don't know how to play tennis, so they also know that if the control is strong enough, when practicing against the wall, a person can accurately control the landing point of each ball bounced back to his feet.

But that was against a wall, and now in front of them, it seemed that a ruthless person was treating the person opposite as a wall to hit.

After controlling the rhythm, the speed, strength, rotation, landing point, etc. of the tennis ball are completely planned, forcing the opponent to catch the ball every time, return the ball according to a certain route, and then enter this kind of replay. .

And if you are unable to interrupt the rereading, you will be controlled to death by this set of rules... One person can just stand in the middle and raise his arm to wave, while the other person has to run back and forth exhausted throughout the audience. Know what the outcome will be.

but……

They have never thought about this kind of thing, let alone actual operation, even in theory. Is it really possible? What kind of superb control ability does this require, and how many things need to be calculated at the same time!

Many people suddenly begin to doubt life. They lower their heads and look at their hands. They wonder if they have lost a few hands. They also wonder if their brains are not fully developed...

Are all geniuses so unreasonable? Although it’s not like they haven’t watched some talent shows and other programs, they have heard about many god-like people. What kind of magician pulls a 189-ton airplane and successfully completes a 44-day hunger strike...

It seems that compared to these more intuitive lunatics who challenge the limits of the human body, what is happening in front of them is more emotionally acceptable, but those things are always far away from them, and what is happening in front of them is the most real.

Well, wait a minute, this person seemed to have said something about "the strength of interstellar players" or "the domain of interstellar players" before?

Also, I seem to have heard the saying "Starcraft players don't need eyesight" before... Looking at this blindfolded performance, many people suddenly realized that they seemed to understand something.

Maybe this is a skill specifically developed in this way?

Maybe you and others have found the right way to exercise, or are they able to do such a thing?

These people had sparkling eyes and clenched their fists, as if they had made some decision secretly. They looked at the calm figure on the field, hoping that one day they could be so prominent.

For many people, strength is only temporary, but being handsome is a lifelong matter, and now that Xia Ran has shown them what it means to be handsome and strong, they simply cannot refuse.

Well, no matter what, the unilateral suppression on the court continued. Miura Yuko was exhausted and even began to doubt whether she was here to play tennis or run a marathon.

Time passes minute by minute...

My body is getting heavier and heavier, my legs are as if they are filled with lead, and my arms are so sore that even waving them feels extremely sore...

However, even though she ran slower and slower, and even had no energy to say anything harsh anymore, her unwillingness to admit defeat still refused to stop.

Just a few minutes later, Miura Yuko was sweating profusely and her face was paler than Yukinoshita. It seemed that she had exhausted all her energy while running back and forth.

The next moment, she saw another ball flying over, but this time it seemed that it was no longer the kind that hit a far corner and made her need to run over to catch the ball. Instead, it was thrown high and flew in the air along a simple parabola. come over……

Almost unable to think, she instinctively felt that she had finally seized the opportunity.

She raised her head and backed away continuously. She raised her head and stared at the tennis ball in the sky, and then... her eyes were dazzled by the sun...

She closed her eyes subconsciously and felt her body lose balance. A feeling of dizziness came to her head, and she staggered back.

"Yumiko!"

Ye Shan on the side dropped his racket and rushed over as quickly as possible. At the last moment, only a muffled sound was heard, and the two figures disappeared into the dust.

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The scene fell into a brief state of silence.

The tennis ball fell down and bounced up high. This was repeated several times, but no one paid attention to it. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two figures hugging each other on the ground. Miura huddled in Hayama's arms and shrank up. Grabbing Ye Shan's lapel.

Hayama breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled as if comforting a child and reached out to caress her head, making her face become even redder.

After a few seconds of silence, the surrounding crowd cheered loudly and applauded like thunder.

"Hayama is so handsome!"

"Together with!"

Immediately afterwards, they swarmed up and surrounded the two people. While cheering, they threw the two people up involuntarily and left in the direction of the school building. Others rushed up in droves, cheered around Xia Ran, talked a lot, and strongly asked him to sign.

At just the right time, the bell for the end of the lunch break rang and spread throughout the campus. They all receded one after another like the tide, leaving only the empty tennis court and the people in the service department.

They come in a hurry and leave in a hurry. A group of people are inexplicable when they come, and they are equally confused when they leave...

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"Wait, wait, why are they leaving now? What the hell are they doing? What are they here for?"

Although the scene just now was a situation deliberately created by Xia Ran, when he saw this development, he was equally speechless. He stood there with a signature pen that he didn't know where it came from in one hand and a racket in the other.

What just happened happened so fast that he couldn't even react... Who will tell him what this group of rabble is here to do?

"Who knows, I don't know much about the ecology of great apes..." Yukinoshita said in a very cold tone, rather boringly, "Having said that, do they lose the game and win in life? I always feel that we have become It’s like a foil in an idol drama.”

Then, she looked at Xia Ran, who was calm and composed, and frowned: "Also, how did you do that just now?"

"It's just simple geometry..." Xia Ran dealt with Yukinoshita sincerely, and changed the subject by the way, "And the lunch break is over, aren't you going to change clothes back with Yuigahama-san?"

"That's right..." The girl was reminded by him and glanced down, feeling a little unnatural, "I always feel a little awkward wearing Yuigahama-san's clothes."

"It's normal. The same goes for Yuigahama-san. She was so strangled that she couldn't breathe... It's better to put an end to this cruel fate as soon as possible." Xia Ran said casually.

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Several people around him had just gathered around and then retreated silently. Among them, Yuigahama Yui's cheeks were slightly red and she was covering her chest.

"Putting an end to the cruel fate? Okay...if that's what you ask for."

Yukinoshita, whose body was trembling slightly, finally came back to her senses, and looked at Xia Ran with a smile that was so gentle that she couldn't hide it, but the scary thing was that her eyes were not smiling at all——

"Death, in a sense, is a kind of end."