[Comprehensive] The Light Chaser

In the match against Nagoya Xingtoku, Kirihara was placed in the second singles.

Liu Lianye analyzed the data and calculated that the opponent's most talented (from this year's game video analysis) first-year student, Tibetan Rabbit, is most likely to play in the second singles.

"The most famous trick of Tibetan Rabbit is the 'crucifixion'." Liu said.

"You can tell by the name that it is a violent tennis style." Marui frowned, "Kirihara just figured out the way he wants to go..."

"That's why he needs to face a sufficiently typical opponent." Liu closed his notebook, "So far, we have paid what we can do. The effect needs to be tested in actual combat."

"Singles [-]... the third match, no matter what, Chi needs to play." Marui calculated the number of matches, "What about singles [-] and doubles [-]? Singles [-] and doubles [-] have no chance to play."

"Doubles two..."

"Me." King Ni raised his hand, "Do I need to apply? Yagyu and I... Ah, Yagyu, do you object?"

Liu Sheng pushed his glasses: "No, I can't ask for it."

"Are you two in doubles? It's not impossible." Liu lowered his head and wrote his name in the notebook.

Marui glanced at Nioh, and somewhat guessed what this classmate was thinking.He was not in the mood for joking either, and glanced at the match list written by Liu: "Then I will apply for singles three."

Liu: "... Seriously?"

"I want to try it." Marui's voice was very soft, pretending to be indifferent, "I can only be a doubles player."

The next day the weather cleared up.

The accumulated water from the previous day has been blown dry by the wind.

Li Haida still set foot on the playing field, and saw the obvious all-foreigner lineup in the opponent's lineup at a glance.

Blacks, whites, the visual effects alone are shocking.And the muscles and the shape of those people...

"The disadvantage of Asians is really obvious," said Marui, who was about to play.

Yukimura prepared a towel and a water cup on the bench belonging to the coach, raised his head and told Marui: "If the opponent hits hard, don't force it."

"Huh? I'm not going to lose to weird foreigners, right?"

"Your advantage is obvious, and so is your weakness. The opponent's advantage is largely your disadvantage." Yukimura said solemnly, "You have to know how to weigh the game."

"I know." Marui nodded and picked up the racket.

His small and thin stature (perceived by the opponent) was predictably taunted by his opponents.

"Can this little guy really hold a ball?"

"Hahaha, Asians are really thin."

"Skinny monkey, skinny monkey!"

Liu Yu couldn't help frowning when he heard the unpleasant words in the blunt English slang.He glanced at Marui on the field, turned his head to Nioh who lowered his head and straightened his wristbands, and said, "Do you have a battle plan?"

"No." Nioh said directly, "I want to use this game as a warm-up."

"If it really has a warm-up effect." After speaking, Yagyu raised his head again, focusing on the game on the field.

Marui's opponent is a muscular white man with a height of 1.8 meters.

The name is very long, and it is very awkward to read it in Japanese.

He beamed and spoke English to Marui.

From Marui's expression, it was hard to tell whether he understood what the other party was saying.

The game started soon.

Marui's tactics are straightforward.

His skill and speed are his strengths, his strength and physical fitness are his weaknesses.Under such circumstances, there is no advantage in stalemate with a white opponent.

He hit the net quickly after serving, and his superb volleying technique once prevented his opponent from even touching the ball.

It didn't take long for the grumpy opponent to explode, but by then the game was under Marui's control.

On the way, the opponent directly attacked Marui with a tennis ball.But Marui, who had known for a long time that his opponent would use violent tennis, reacted very quickly.

He can jump very high. After avoiding the attack of the ball, his flexible body went down. With the force of free fall, he used inertia to hit back the powerful ball.

"Gamewonby Tachikai, Marui Bunta, 6-2!"

When he left the stage, his expression was still very calm, and his aura did not match the calmness of his lovely face.The exposed hands and feet had some abrasions, but nothing serious, from avoiding a tennis ball that was struck purely for the sake of attack.

Such a clean victory silenced the audience who were talking at first, they looked at each other in blank dismay, and only after a while did they start making noise again.

"That Marui, isn't he a doubles player?!"

"The top singles also won by a big score..."

"Li Haida, how powerful is it?!"

How powerful is it?

Yukimura admitted that he was in a good mood when he heard this sentence.

"Do you want to surprise everyone a little more? Li Haida's appearance should have enough momentum." Yukimura said to himself.

He glanced at the opponent's doubles two who were about to play.

On another coach's chair a few meters away, the middle-aged coach who looked stern and introverted snorted and pointed at Yukimura: "Just wait and see! Our doubles two is very strong!"

He thought, since Marui played three singles, Li Hai's two doubles would be a temporary combination, right?

Then they have a great chance of winning!

Then he turned his head and saw the name of Li Haida's doubles two that had been hung up.

wait wait wait……

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide.

He jerked his head back, rubbing his eyes.

But the two people who came out of Lihai's camp were too conspicuous with their white hair and reflective glasses.

Nioh Masaharu, Yagyu Hiroshi.

"Why?!" The middle-aged man collapsed, "Isn't this Li Haida's doubles one? Take a step back and say that it's not a doubles one... Hasn't Nioh changed his job to singles?"

Change jobs?

The sharp-eared Nioh glanced at the opponent's middle-aged coach: "Puri~"

He and Yagyu stopped in front of Yukimura's coach chair.

"I don't need to say anything more about your words." Yukimura smiled and raised his hand, posing with a pistol, "Then learn from Coach Sakaki? Go."

Niwang hooked his lips.

He re-laced his shoes and adjusted his socks before going on the field.

And Yukimura's eyes glanced at Nioh's loose socks piled up around his ankles, and Yagyu's tidy socks, and he smiled meaningfully.

The right to serve belongs to Nagoya Xingde.

The black man who served the ball, his arm muscles bulged into an exaggerated shape when he swung the racket.

The tennis ball hit the half court with astonishing momentum.

Nioh in the frontcourt did not move.

Yagyu in the back court arrived at the landing point of the tennis ball in a few steps.

The black man looked at his slender arms and smiled cruelly.Then his laugh stopped.

How can it be? !

The seemingly weak arm is easy to catch the ball.It's as if the ball is just a simple serve return, without any spin or power.

Snapped!

After flying a few meters, the tennis ball paused for a few tenths of a second at the highest point, and then fell with incredible acceleration.

Boom!

Like a flash of yellow lightning, it fell to the ground before the whites and blacks could react.

"Laser beam." Liu Sheng raised his hand and pushed his glasses.

Nioh in the frontcourt glanced back, and then repositioned himself to catch the ball.

"Aren't you full?! Don't hide your strength!" the white man said loudly.

The black man spat sullenly, and when he swung his racket again, his arm was like a hammer hitting the ground.

But it was useless, Yagyu still caught the ball with his seemingly slender arms.His arm flashed an invisible light when he caught the ball, the opponent really didn't see it, but Yukimura, who was paying attention to him, saw it clearly.

Yukimura crossed his arms: "Did you have a good time?"

The tennis ball hit the opponent's half court in an almost identical fashion.

"30-0!"

The third ball, the fourth ball.

"Gamewonby Nioh Masaharu, Yagyu Hiroshi, 1-0!"

Four "laser beams", straight to the point.

The white people in Nagoya Xingde rushed forward and grabbed the black man by the collar without waiting for the exchange of venues, and uttered a series of familiar English swear words.The black man knocked off his hand, pointed to his nose and responded with a string of swear words.

King Ren walked to the sidelines and frowned slightly: "It's just the first game, so internal strife?"

"Well, racial conflict." Yukimura said.He smiled and raised his head: "But in this way, the tactics you specially prepared will be invalid."

"It's not invalid." Liu Sheng walked up to pick up the water glass on the coach chair, "They didn't know us before."

"Then still do such a tactic?"

"This is a warm-up." Liu Sheng took a sip of water and put down his water glass. "Besides, it's a pity that this tactic has not been officially used in the game."

The right to serve in the second game was in Nioh's hands.

He glanced at his opponent, seemed to frown, and seemed to just squint his eyes.

He tossed the tennis ball in his hand, looking a little tense.But a closer look reveals that the tension is just an illusion.

The tennis ball flew up into the sky lightly, and then fell down after passing the highest point.

Nio, who held the racket with his left hand, raised his arm, but did not jump up.

He barely moved his big arm, his forearm drew an arc downward, and his wrist followed suit.

When he hits the face vertically, the movement of the forearm and wrist and the vertical sliding give the tennis ball a strong spin in a short time.

"This slow ball speed—"

The white man standing in the frontcourt looked at the ball with disdain.

He ran two steps and was getting ready to catch the ball.

However, the slow-flying tennis ball dropped rapidly after crossing the middle net.

With a distance of about ten centimeters from the net, it landed on the ground in a nearly free-falling manner, then bounced lightly, less than five centimeters away, rolled inward after landing again, and finally stopped. In China Online.

The white man froze.

The audience at the scene was also stunned.

What's this?This serve...

How is the trajectory of this serve so similar to a well-known high school tennis chop? !

"Zero serve." Guan Yue, who watched the game by himself, did not go to the game of his "destined opponent" for some subtle reason, but appeared in the last stand of the auditorium in Lihai University's arena Row.

He looked at the ball and paused with his fingers around his hair.

"Ah, Mr. Renwang, you are such an interesting person." He said so, and added, "So is Liusheng-kun."