[Net King] The king's elegance

Liu felt that his identity might not be a staff officer engaged in data, but a medical doctor of the team. The medical supplies he had just received were all in use before they were warmed up. Kneeling on one knee beside Gong Ri, he carefully wiped the child clean with a wet towel. Dust on the face: "Oni Jujiro's five-dimensional measurement is not good, don't hold back when it's time to take a step back."

Hiss, when the pain reached the threshold, numbness remained. Gong Ri grinned and gasped. Fortunately, most of his body was scratched, and there were no musculoskeletal problems. Chatting with Irie-senpai and Tokugawa-senpai." I asked for the ghost's information temporarily.

"That's why you are still so reckless after getting the detailed information." Yukimura and the medical staff repeatedly confirmed that Gong Ri is fine, leaned over and touched the broken skin on Xia Gong's forehead: "If you also lose your appearance, Li Hai will have no face to play gone."

Isn't it you who are in charge of the facade?Miyahito touched his face, and tilted his head to look at Yukimura suspiciously.

The routine molested the child, and Yukimura said solemnly: "I only saw some of the ghost's movements just now, but no matter how terrible the power of this move is, the essence of tennis will never change. Calm down and catch it with subtle mental power. Physical strength, one hit is sure to hit."

Gong Ri stood up and wiped the sweat from his palms: "I know, besides, I have already made sufficient preparations." Who can stay here without a few hole cards, after all, not everyone has the aura of the protagonist to be able to Evolved on the spot.

"Even the NO.1 Byodoin Temple Phoenix has been defeated?" Irie next door was talking to the cabbages about the glorious deeds of Oni and Byodoin Temple.

"I heard that too..." That tragic match created Byodoin, which is now disowned by all relatives: "The defeated Byodoin went to the cliff, and didn't come back here until he realized the different dimension."

"On the other hand, Gui is stronger than anyone else among the U17 representatives. Standing at the apex and begging for defeat, he gradually started the work of cultivating players, and then stayed on the No. [-] court, waiting for the rise of a new era." So here Only after the junior high school students entered the camp, the ghost's series of operations will be so active.

If nothing else, the new era will be carried by these junior high school students.

"This game is over, the first army wins, 1 to 0."

Gong Ri is chasing the ball like a spinning top, but even if he is lucky, he will be instantly killed by the ghost after receiving the ball. The top three among junior high school students are vulnerable to the ghost, and the speed of the ball has no advantage. , the mental power is unable to start, and in the eyes of most people, the result is a foregone conclusion.

"Is the counterattack over already? Gongri?!" Ghost carried the racket, his red hair like a lion king flew wildly, and taunted him: "What's wrong, don't you want to have dreams and reality at the same time!"

Gong Ri propped his hands on his knees and breathed heavily without saying a word, the scattered hair added a sense of fragility. In front of the tall and burly ghost, Gong Ri was made extremely small.

As if he had finally come to his senses, Gong Ri raised his head, his eyes shone with a light that could not be ignored, the racket in his hand turned sixty degrees, Gong Ri smiled politely and said: "Senior, let's continue the game."

The ghost frowned and stared at Gong Ri for three seconds, so he said that he didn't like the smiling opponent the most, who looked full of bad taste: "The dead duck has a hard mouth."

"This game is over, the first army wins, 2 to 0."

It's like copying and pasting, completely replicating the performance of the previous game. Gong Ri didn't make any breakthrough except getting more and more tired. Taocheng stomped anxiously: "What about the mental power trick of senior Gong Ri? Why is it that the serve game is useless?" ?”

Bu Er clasped his hands tightly: "No, he is using mental power." But it didn't work, everything was seen through by the ghost from the very beginning.

"It's not just mental power, but it also plays a role." Yukimura changed his posture, his straight waist slowly relaxed, his iris-purple hair was obediently attached to his collar, and Yukimura put on his original smile and explained Said: "Mingxuan is correcting mistakes." The changes are very small, but the accumulation of small things makes a lot.

"Correct what mistake?" The honest man Kikumaru didn't see why, "Oishi, did you see it?"

Oishi observed for a moment and shook his head hesitantly: "No, but there should be nothing wrong with what Yukimura-kun said."

"This game is over, the first army wins, 4 to 0."

Exhausted, Gong Ri collapsed in front of the net, every nerve from head to toe was clamoring for a strike, a fishy sweet smell rose from his throat, not long ago he was still laughing at King Ni's physical strength, the retribution came too fast, Gong Ri It seemed as if Nioh's mocking laughter could be heard after the game.

Gong Ri struggled to hold up half of his body, the golden uniform was stained with a little dust, and the badge that symbolized the status of the King of Lihai was peacefully embroidered on his shoulders. This was the first time he had worn the uniform since half a month. , and soon the clothes will be pressed to the bottom of the box.

How many times does he have a chance to play in this suit?Can his future really come to an end as dreamed?

"Senior, do you know? I'm not a child, so I want both!"

Gong Ri stood up tremblingly, with the racket across his chest, raised his head and looked directly into the ghost's eyes, and spoke innocent words with pride, as stubborn as a newborn calf, immature and tenacious.

The ghost sneered, he had said earlier that the people in Lihaida doted on Gongri too much, and that a good seedling was just watered with sugar water to become a flower in the greenhouse, and he even wanted to go to the professional arena, "Let me crush your childishness!" Let's go!" Raising his hand to serve the ball, the ghost didn't give Gong Ri time to prepare, the terrifying power exploded from his hand without mercy.

"Because if you can't get it, then start all over again!"

Facing the gust of wind, Gong Ri held the racket with both hands, and actually caught the ghost's serve head-on. The next moment, a black abyss flashed behind the blond boy, entangled from the abyss with a mysterious and treacherous aura, and the next second the abyss disappeared. , only the ancient bell sounded far and near, once, twice, and three times.

Everything happened in just a split second, and when everyone came back to their senses, Gong Ri had already returned the ball that was impossible to catch, the ghost leaned forward, a lob hit Gong Ri's bottom line, and Gong Ri disapparated Appeared at the white line, hit the ball straight, and the ball passed the net with a strong spin.

The ball was picked up, the chance ball, Gong Ri approached and took off, the standard smash posture, but missed the opportunity to smash the smash at the commanding height, and switched the racket back to the right hand, landing on one foot, before the ghost could react She hooked her lips and said softly, "Fei Xu."

"15-0"

Three bells and three strikes, as if foretelling that the ball would end in three back and forth.

"Absolute notice?" Baishi looked at Chitose suspiciously: "But what happened behind Mingxuan just now?"

Chitose denied, "It's not an absolute notice. The three doors must be opened one by one, and Gong Ri-kun didn't even touch the first floor." He also didn't feel the familiar light on Gong Ri.

"Is it a different dimension of Asura Shinto?" Tokugawa was also guessing, but he quickly denied this point. The comprehension of Asura Shinto must go through countless painful defeats before reaching it. If he doesn't, even if he loses to him many times, it's just practice matches that are small and fussy, and it's not enough to have the unwillingness and persistence after failure.

So what the hell is this?

"Maybe it's just Mingxuan's new move?" Irie asked uncertainly, "The bell struck three times, did he see through the ghost's movements?"

Ghosts are waiting, he wants to see what kind of evolution Gong Ri can make. Once again, the black abyss appears. Compared with his different dimension - the darkness and terror of ghosts and gods, the feeling brought by the abyss is more mysterious. Measurement, like magic, attracts people who can't help but want to explore what secrets are hidden inside.

Gazing intently seems to see something. A huge ancient clock exuding a faint golden light is hidden at the end of the abyss. The heavy hammer swings slowly from side to side, exuding a bewitching aura. Going to the track, the ball brushed against his hand and flew to the backcourt.

"Samsara pendulum."

Gong Ri raised his head and said proudly: "I chose a good name this time." Hearing it sounded tall, and finally he didn't choose a bad name.

The pendulum is easy to understand, but "Reincarnation..." The ghost savored the meaning carefully, "Are you using spiritual power to confuse my attention? I can see through it at a glance."

If it was really that simple, he wouldn't show it on the official competition field carelessly. Gong Ri pulled his hair and smiled without saying a word, the best show is yet to come.

"Reincarnation..." Yukimura suddenly laughed, "What an apt metaphor."

"Seiichi, have you seen anything?" Liu asked, Yukimura's ability to see through all tricks is very clear to him, this is an innate talent unique to the Son of God.

Yukimura pointed his finger at his lips: "As I said before, Mingxuan has been correcting mistakes, reincarnating, failing once and starting from the beginning, changing again and again until he gets the result he wants."

Easier said than done, just like the pain experienced by those characters in fairy tales who have been reincarnated for many lives and finally cultivated. Gong Ri’s trick must be based on bearing the price of every mistake. Physical pain is also mental The burden on him has increased exponentially time and time again, and he has been bruised and bruised all over his body to successfully open the 'pendulum of reincarnation' until now.

I haven't felt this way for a week of continuous exams. Injury is information, pain is feedback. Gong Ri feels that his head is like an overloaded computer, and the memory of the host computer may burn out at any time, but in order to prevent ghosts from discovering the flaw, he tries hard to recall Follow the happy past, dispatch the 'pendulum of reincarnation' to the control of the subconscious mind, and ensure that you will not collapse to the greatest extent.

Fortunately, the ghost completely went into a misunderstanding. He mistakenly thought that this move was similar to Yuezhi's "spiritual assassination", so the more he tried to ensure the stability of his mind, the more he would be entangled into the abyss. There is a saying that is good, while staring at the abyss , the abyss is also staring at you.

"The end of the game, the second army won, 4 to 4."

It's a bit interesting, Byodoin touched its chin, the ghost should have seen the true face of this so-called 'reincarnation' after the third game, it's just a little trick of mystery.

"It's interesting." After losing four games in a row, the ghost nodded in approval: "Using the power of observation and restoration to predict changes is very thoughtful."

The veins in the arms are bulging, and the muscles like small mounds show the terrifying power hidden in it, "But your bell predicts everything. As long as you change the baseline at the beginning, your correction will start from scratch. In this game, you Can't win."

A ghost with [-]% strength is finally willing to show his tip of the iceberg. The bell is heavy and urgent, and Gong Ri's forehead is covered with cold sweat. He can hardly keep up with the calculation speed of "Reincarnation". It was a close call, and the situation turned to the ghost again.

Gong Ri clenched his racket tightly, the abyss behind him gradually expanded, but the sound of the bell gradually disappeared, only the looming golden ancient clock flickered in the dark depths.

The ball brushed against Gong Ri's arm, leaving a bloodstain, and the overwhelming dust hit again. The danger that came from nowhere was hidden in the dark, Gong Ri gritted his teeth, and rushed desperately to the most dangerous area. In the first game, he was hit by a ghost here.

Catch up!An injury in exchange for an improvement in ability is not a bad deal. Gong Ri's speed exceeded his limit, and he accurately captured the ghost's movements in the dusty sky, "Samsara pendulum!"

The ghost saw through the principle but miscalculated the meaning of the bell. Gong Ri smiled slyly. The number of times the bell rang was not the number of predicted hits at all, but the number of corrections. Now he has hidden the bell, and only he can hear this forecast .

"Second Army Gongri won, 1 to 1"

Both sides were hurt, or in other words, he hurt the enemy one thousand and the other two hundred. Gong Ri sat in the rest area panting with an ice towel on his head, and let Liu pass the drink to his mouth. Now he finds it hard to even open his eyes.

"It's actually possible to score points from the ghost's different dimension." Irie marveled again. He had underestimated the potential of Miyahito before, and his strength was not even inferior to Yukimura.

Tokugawa is quite objective: "The ghost's different dimension is just a fake." If it really moves, Miyahi may really go to the reincarnation.

"That's pretty good too. Have you ever won a ghost game before opening a black hole last year?"

Tokugawa was silent, he glanced at Irie and said, If you can act all day without holding the script, maybe you can have a [-]/[-] fight with the ghost, after all, he hasn't figured out how much Irie has. bottom.

Playing the game again, Ghost forever showed a smile on his serious face, "I admit, your talent is enough to go on the path of a professional gamer."

"So now, let me show you the vastness of the world."

The shocking scene of the shining diamonds splashing in the air, the air current surges, and the Oni standing opposite becomes the center of the world. Jujiro Oni, bathed in the radiance, is unexpectedly handsome.

"The limit of seamlessness!"

Yukimura paused for breath, bit his lower lip lightly, and said with complicated eyes: "So Oni-senpai has also reached this level." Oni is not Echizen and Tezuka who just realized it, he has 100% control over Seamless.

At the beginning of the game, Kaitian|Yi, this kind of treatment may not even be available in Byodoin. Tezuka Kunimitsu, it's normal to add a ghost now. It was once hailed as one of the miracles. The tricks of the top tennis skills were unleashed one after another.

Calm down, calm down, hold on, hold on, he can win.

Gong Ri kept giving himself psychological hints, turning on the seamless ghost image added a peerless buff, which was so terrifying that the five-dimensional physical fitness would evolve again.

"This game is over, the first army wins, 5 to 0."

Almost instantly, the game was about to end, Miyahito looked at the racket in his hand stupidly, he felt the feeling of Yukimura in the all-off competition, he couldn't react, he was like a fixed target, like a soul out of his body Sluggishness is the confrontation between an egg and a boulder.

"Is what you said before all big words? You want both, you are really deceiving yourself!"

"Is this not enough? Yukimura can crack the clothes seamlessly, but you can't even move?"

"Tezuka-kun opened the Seamless Clothes, and Yukimura-kun was able to break the Seamless Clothes. Just like you, you just have a ticket to the world, and you are still far from reaching the same heights as Tezuka and Yukimura."

"Tennis is enjoyment, happiness, and purity. You must be firm on one path without wavering."

Shrimp and pig heart, Mao Li knew for the first time that the irascible old man who always talked with his fists would also use verbal attacks, he patted his chest in fear and said: "Every step is stepping on Mingxuan's nerve minefield, the ghost is a minesweeper master. "

Deliberately, the ghost is stimulating Gong Ri, Yue Zhi thinks deeper than Mao Li, the only thing that can make the ghost go uncharacteristically is to educate the younger generation.

The head hurts, the heart hurts, and the rapid breathing caused a burning sensation in the chest cavity. Gong Ri opened his mouth to refute but couldn't find a reason. The ghost is right, his tennis has never been perfect, isn't it For love, not for victory. At first, it was just to continue the sports skills of his previous life. It could be basketball or football. Lihai big tools.

He is different from this group of teenagers. He has no passion, no original intention, and his hard work on the field is also a planned evolution. He chose the professional network route to get closer to Yukimura. He is just an ordinary person among all living beings. He came to tennis. The world is not for playing, how ironic, they are not fellow travelers, he is the one who has the cheek to squeeze in here.

"Tennis doesn't matter to you, your tennis has no emotion."

The ghost's words revealed the last fig leaf. Gong Ri felt that the blood in his body was freezing. He didn't dare to turn around to see the expressions of his teammates behind him. Maybe they had already seen his true nature. He is a liar, a disguise to deceive everyone By.

Miyahi thought that this moment would appear after he failed to confess his love to Yukimura, but unexpectedly, it was his love for tennis that smashed everything, as if something had collapsed in his heart, and he would never have an excuse to stay by that person's side again, obviously he did it Knowing the secret in his heart, he obviously accepted himself.

The soft child stood alone in the center of the field with his head down, letting the ball from the opposite side hit him with words mixed in, one side was heaven and the other was hell.

"Lazy and not serious, you are the right choice of Wang Lihai, you can't relax at any time!"

"Senior! Come and teach me how to use mental power, I'm going to run away again!"

"Mingxuan's tennis is improving so fast, I also want to develop new moves, even in singles, I can't lose to you."

"Pay attention to the wind speed and angle, and pay attention to the maintenance of the racket. The data will tell you the optimal solution."

"Mingxuan is the person I stand in the sea with. With Mingxuan around, I never worry. Mingxuan's tennis has never let me down."

"Mingxuan, Mingxuan..."

"Please give me more guidance in the future. With Mingxuan here, I am no longer alone."

Golden light, red flames, something is broken and something is born again.

Gong Ri straightened up, living an extra life is a gift from God, his fingers lightly stroked the racket, he did not have 100% purity and love for tennis, he was just an ordinary person, he tried to change his destiny when he got the chance, but even if he is an ordinary person People, he can go on well in this world, admit it, from the very beginning, what he cares most about is not tennis, but the group of partners.

You are a boy who loves tennis, and he is an ordinary person who loves a boy. From the beginning to the end, he likes only one person.

Joys, sorrows, ups and downs, life has never been the same color, his tennis balls are turbid and impurity, he is jealous, he is dreaming, he is greedy, he is calculating, he is childish and mature, naive and cruel, refined and worldly, he is ordinary man, so he is complicated.

The off-white medium flickered with silver light, and soon drifted away with the breeze. If seamless clothing is heaven, and the Asura Shinto is hell, then what he understands is the world.

Unable to see through, the ghost paused for two seconds before swiping back. He couldn't predict Gong Ri's behavior, and the glass bottle that could be seen at a glance was painted with colorful colors.

"The end of the game, the second army won, 1 to 5."

The ball was so flawless that you couldn't see it. Ghost sent a small ball tentatively. Gong Ri raised his hand to hit the ball. With ordinary movements, ordinary speed, and ordinary spin, he scored directly.

"Interesting, what is this?"

"I haven't decided on a name yet, or I'll call it Human World." Gong Ri said with a faint smile, and he raised his palms to face the sun: "The Human World looks really good."

"The end of the game, the second army won, 2 to 5."

It's unbelievable, Saito's fingers on the keyboard never stopped. He expected that Miyahi would gain a little in this game, but he didn't expect to open up a brand new path. In time, his world would be comparable to the sky|Yi And the way of Shura Road.

"At the end of the game, the first army won, the number of sets was 2 to 1, and the number of games was 6-3, 4-6, 6-4."

It was too late to wake up, and the exhaustion of physical strength reached the limit. After all, there was still a gap. The newborn human world was seamless against the seasoned one, and lost to the experience gap honed over time.

The sky is so blue, it is very suitable for lying on the soft grass to sleep, and you have to bring friends from Lihai University to enjoy the sunshine together. It would be great if you can also get the study benefits of Yukimura.

Gong Ri lying on his back in the center of the field daydreamed wildly. He was not happy when he lost the game, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, because he finally found out today that he really likes this world and really loves it. I really like Yukimura.