The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

Game start.

Haitang, who hit the ball back to the opposite field with his unique swinging snake dart, maintained a stern expression. His eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring at his opponent in the black team——Zigino, "Hiss..."

The ball landed lightly and no one caught it.

The brave and skilled endurance athlete from Qingxue "hissed" for more than ten seconds, but still didn't remember Dashi's name, so he had to maintain an unhappy expression and resentfully gave up.

"The black team scores, and the white team Haitang is eliminated."

"What, it's too shameful." As an old enemy, Taocheng habitually complained, and it was no surprise that he got a cold glance from Viper. Haitang, who was walking out of the field angrily, was irritated. He put down the button to adjust the orange turban hand, turned around a few steps forward and grabbed Taocheng's neckline skillfully, "Say it again!"

"So what if you say it again? Insidious and useless viper!" Taocheng tried all the funny expressions to provoke the other party.

This kind of kindergarten-level quarrel was ruthlessly stopped by the impatient Atobe. If Huadi hadn't been assigned to the black team where Guang Zhou was, Atobe would have ordered him to cover the mouths of these two childish ghosts and drag them to the back of the team. up. "Ahh, I don't remember the name of the opponent... What an unglamorous way to eliminate."

Bingdi walked through the crowd with long steps, and gracefully stood in the center of the white team, which is also the easiest place to hit the ball.

Atobu's elbows are slightly bent, and the tennis racket used for defense is swinging back and forth regularly in front of him. For the ice emperor who pursues perfectionism, it is not difficult at all to remember a series of irregular code names, "This kind of It's really hard to be elegant when you take advantage of your name. This uncle is not like this group of goldfish with a bad memory, get ready to immerse yourself in his beauty skills, Tezuka and..."

Before the words fell, Guangzhou, who was kicking off, had already caught the tennis ball that his teammates couldn't wait to let go. He slowly raised his palm with a sense of ritual, and the tennis ball in his hand rose like a magic ball of light.

The black-haired boy laughed wildly, completely oblivious to the expressions of the Qingxue and Bingdi's temporary teammates behind him who wanted to hide their faces and leave.

"Hehehehehe, take it, Emperor of Ice!"

Atobe's eyes followed the yellow sphere, at this height—chance ball!

"Towards the waltz of destruction!" Atobe leaped high, his purple-gray hair flying in the wind, he completely forgot that the person on the opposite side was the guest he invited, his eyes flicked across the body of the head of the youth school who was waiting in full force, A trace of an unknown smile appeared on Atobe's mouth, and the last point of his eyes rested on the connection between Guang Zhou and the racket in his hand - the fragile wrist.

I just heard the gorgeous and deep voice read, "Your weakness has already been seen by me—Nicolas II, the dark emperor of the Augustus Empire!"

"As expected of Atobe who can see through all the blind spots of the opponent." As a member of the ice emperor, Shinobu still sighed even if he stood on the opposite side of Atobe.He could already foresee what happened next.The so-called disillusioned waltz is the most powerful counterattack to the opponent's high ball, and it is also the nirvana that Atobe once swept the Kanto competition.The first take-off was to knock out Guang Zhou's racket directly, followed by the second powerful smash after the tennis ball bounced back to the court.

Seeing that the tennis ball is about to hit the tennis racket in Guang Zhou's hand——

"The black team scores, and Keigo Atobe is eliminated." The emotionless scoring machine superpower uses telepathy to send the results to everyone's brains in batches.

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"What happened?" The white team looked sideways.

This unexpected result immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the white team. Ryo Shishido pointed the racket vertically at Saiki who was the referee. This guy who had no sense of existence had the most mediocre performance in the sparring just now.He questioned defiantly, "Is this referee professional or not?"

Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh then next.

Saiki Kusuo lowered his eyes and noticed a certain guy who tilted his head a little bit as if he was about to speak out.

As if he was afraid that the other party would reveal some secrets about the unknown pink monster in the dark empire, the superpower user hurriedly spoke, but still in a flat tone.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. At the moment of receiving the ball, I haven't finished reading the opponent's full name, and I stay on the 'Ni' of 'Nicola'."

"It's such a pity, Atobe." Tezuka pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose regretfully, but this upright and unselfish look made Atobe feel an inexplicable irony.

Faced with this situation, the other members of the White Team showed the faces of idiots who came from school scum: "..."

I hate it! ! !

Even Atobe, who was able to read the opponent's name completely, was defeated. Do they still have the strength to fight?

The black team won the game almost without any suspense. The white team with many generals was completely defeated under such partial rules and had no power to resist.

The long-lost anger ignited in the brains of the members of the white team who were not interested because the rules were too complicated. Ryo Shishido had been looking forward to the confrontation with Qinggaku, a tennis giant after the game. At this moment, this hope has long been forgotten, and his heart is undoubtedly ignited with raging flames of revenge. The member of the Ice Emperor gritted his back molars unwillingly, "One more game!"

Under the blessing of the Dark Emperor, Fuji easily won a round with a smile, and he was very happy. He glanced at Tezuka and Mitsuzou who did not express their opinions, and said gently, "Then do you want to regroup?"

"No! Let's play according to this grouping!" The white team said in unison.

After discussion, the two teams unanimously decided to limit the names of both sides to five characters, avoiding the possibility of the tragedy of the previous game happening again.

During the preparation time of both sides, Keigo Atobe, the default spiritual leader in the white team, swept across the team members with sharp eyes.There was a slight pause somewhere—two strange creatures were mixed among a group of Ice Empress and Seigaku members.Ah, it seems that they are called Ran Tang Li and Hui Lu Chu Zhi?

Forget it, these people still don't care.

Just as Sadaharu Sadagi was sneakily standing in the position with the best line of sight, preparing to paddle to collect data from Tezuka and Fuji on the opposite side, a low voice came from behind, "Sadaharu Sadagi, huh?"

Even without looking back, he could guess the owner of this well-tuned voice, "Minister Atobe, what can you do?"

Atobe narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice that could fascinate thousands of girls was like the whisper of a devil at the moment, "Don't you want to win, or don't you want to get the most real data of Tezuka and Fuji? Qian Zhenzhi, this is the best opportunity, let's join forces with my uncle."

Qian Zhenzhi was silent for a few seconds, "What do you mean?"

"You are a smart person, so you should be able to understand what I mean. This game is different from a formal tennis game, and you know that there are no data-type talents in our team." Or even military advisers. No.

And Qian Zhenzhi, who has mastered almost everyone's data, is a weapon that must not be let go.

The dry square-frame lenses reflected light for a while, and he slightly provoked a strange smile, but his heart became more and more heavy and frightened, "Minister Atobe is going to hand over the leadership of this team to me? It's a great honor." For Victory, being able to take off the crown on the top of the head and hand it over to others in the palm of your hand, Keigo Atobe may become a more terrifying enemy of Aigaku.

Atobe smiled casually, with confidence in the corners of his eyes and brows, "I have given you the title of military adviser, and let you be in charge of the command and tactical arrangements of this game for the time being. I want to win the crown of the emperor of the ice emperor, huh? Look at you ability."

"..." After thinking for a while, the temptation of the data was finally unbearable, "Then respect is worse than obedience."

"Since tactics that rely on long spell names have been blocked by the rules, we still have to rely on tactics and strategy to win in the battlefield of tactical confrontation. Many people making plans at the same time will only make the team more chaotic, so the opponent will definitely choose one person as a military advisor. And the probability that the person in the black team is that Guang Zhouyou is 89%." Qian analyzed methodically.

Feng wondered, "Shouldn't it be Tezuka?"

"No, they can probably guess that I am in command here, so they must let Guang Zhou, who has the least information and data and is the most unpredictable, be the team leader. This is the strategy that can best break my data tennis." Without a pen and paper, it is still possible to tell the operator of the calculation to close his eyes and start to deduce quickly in his mind.

Gan's analysis and speculation about the black team was very accurate. He silently rummaged through the database in his brain, sorting out the flowing digital light curtain. The huge data flow passed through the brain processor obediently. His eyelids trembled suddenly, and with a flash of inspiration, he noticed something very inconsistent in his memory.

Unfamiliar to skilled swings, lame to amazing moves.

Just recorded in the notebook, Guang Zhouyou's ability data curve is a perfect increasing curve, the relative standard deviation is infinitely close to 1.This shows what? !

All the tennis balls that were shown to them just now were all in disguise!

A trace of cold sweat broke out on the corner of his forehead.

And the essence of that boy's tennis is probably not imitation ability at all, but terrible calculation ability!He met an opponent who used acting skills to conceal the essence of data tennis!

Gan felt faintly excited. He knew that he might have touched the threshold of the unsolved tornado used by Guangzhou just now. If the game wasn't about to start, he might have to pull out his phone to check the weather forecast for the day to confirm his guess.

The fighting spirit in Qingxue's military adviser's heart was like a prairie fire, his sharp eyes were blocked by the reflective lens, and a strange smile rose from the corner of his mouth, which made Taocheng and Haitang, who had seen the power of dried juice, chill behind.

Before they could react, I took a few steps forward, took out a cup of thick purple liquid with strange bubbles from the bag, and looked at Guangzhou pretendingly, "If there is no bet on this game, It's too boring, Guang Zhou-jun. In order to increase the fun of the game, the losing team will have to accept the punishment of this bottle of drink, how about it?"

Guangzhou stopped staring at the non-existent flame in his hand, and looked up lightly at the gentle man. The man's malicious aura was so strong that it almost spread out of the court, "Heh, are you actually a data weirdo with a hedgehog head and glasses?"

"..." Qian was choked up by the evil and cold tone.

If an ordinary person speaks in this tone on the road, the probability of being beaten is as high as 92%.And his title is obviously Data Lord, those completely unnecessary modifications in front can be deleted completely!

"Your Highness accepts your challenge! Put all your dignity and soul, and comfort the heroic spirits who died on this field. Human beings!" Guangzhou immediately added, "The dark emperor once again uttered a roar like a black flame dragon !The whole world bowed its head for the king's voice!"

Gan, whose face was blurred by the sudden roar, fell into silence: "..."

... The operation of making up the narration by myself is unprecedented, and it is still such a suffocating narration.