The crashers must shave their heads

After regaining confidence in himself, Nakajima stood on the serving line. This time, his expression was not at all relaxed, but full of dignity.

Probably he didn't realize that after Fenglian's serve in the previous game, his attitude towards Fenglian has completely changed. It is no longer relaxed and casual, but full of prudence.

Throwing the small yellow ball, Nakajima's racket hit the tennis ball hard. This ball has a strong spin, and its strength and speed are well grasped. It can be said that it has performed exceptionally well.

At the moment when the tennis ball crossed the net, Nakajima’s eyes flashed with color. This serve was better than most of his previous serves. He can be said to be full of confidence in such a serve, even if he can’t ace Scoring directly can at least disrupt the opponent's pace, and it will be much easier for him to score next.

However, even with such a perfect serve, Feng Lian didn't change color at all. I saw that she seemed to run to the correct hitting point with ease, and returned the ball directly with a standard swing posture.

This, how is this possible?

There was a moment of panic in Nakajima's heart, and then there was no room for him to think too much on the court, and he ran towards the possible landing point of the ball at high speed, and swung his racket back.

However, when the ball hit the racket, Nakajima realized that the ball was not easy to catch. The speed and strength of the ball were much stronger than he thought, so he barely caught it and hit a high chance shot.

Seeing such a lob, Nakajima's heart sank. He felt that the supervisor would not let go of such an opportunity, and he no longer had the strength to run over to catch the ball.

Of course, Feng Lian would not let go of such an opportunity, but just when everyone thought she was going to smash, she flipped the racket and put a short ball in Nakajima's frontcourt.

Nakajima looked at the tennis ball rolling in his court in disbelief, and then looked up at Fenglian standing across the net.

Feng Lian tilted her head slightly, her expression was not very serious, but Nakajima turned her head away.

Feng Lian shook her head in her heart, walked back to the court, held the racket and stood up, ready to catch the next ball.

The game was still going on, but the voice of discussion outside the court had changed, and as the game progressed, the contempt towards Feng Lian from the Lihai Tennis Club members also gradually stopped.

"It's amazing, it's 5-0, the supervisor's match point is almost here, and Nakajima didn't get a single point." Just now he yelled loudly to make Nakajima's merciful staff pat his chest.

"Yeah, I didn't expect it at all. The supervisor looks like a cute girl who plays tennis so well." The companion next to him also shook his head. Other than the main election, those who were very strong lost completely."

"Will the supervisor fight with the selected players?" The member who spoke before suddenly thought of a possibility, "If we fight, who will win?"

The companion who spoke to him also shook his head, "I don't know." He didn't know whether he would fight or win.

"I don't think you need to worry." There were also some members who had been relatively calm since just now, "you will know after watching." Just after he finished speaking, he glanced at the situation on the field, "ah, the supervision won, 6 -0, Nakajima is really miserable." He really wasn't gloating, it's just that Nakajima rushed so fast just now and snatched the opportunity for others to play, and he rushed up to find abuse, so he can't blame others.

Compared with Nakajima's lost soul, Fenglian's expression can be called calm.

Just like what she heard from Liu Sheng before, although it is a pity, on the field, this is the outcome.

Lowering the racket, Feng Lian turned her eyes to the other people sitting outside the court, "Who will come next?" Based on her understanding of these guys, this match between her and Nakajima is far from over, but just just start.

"Oh, do you want to go up and play?" After being swept by Feng Lian's eyes, the red-haired boy blew a bubble, as if talking to himself or asking his companions around him.

His companion still had a cold face, "Whatever you want."

"Then let's go." Marui stretched his waist, picked up the racket and was about to play, someone had already stood up first, "Let me do it."

Seeing someone he was familiar with, Marui put down his racket with a snort and stopped talking.

Feng Lian on the court looked at the silver-haired fox who stood up, "King Nioh?" Very active, Nioh.

Nioh casually carried the racket, and looked at Fenglian with a pair of eyes that seemed genuinely gentle, "Enhance mutual understanding, supervision."

Fenglian just laughed when she heard the words, "Then let's find out." There was a feeling of itchy hands again, and I don't know if it was an illusion.

When she was in the Tennis Club of Lihai University, Fenglian had always had a good relationship with Nioh, and occasionally cooperated with that guy to make troubles, and never wanted to beat him up.

I didn't expect that when I came to this world, I would do it the first time we met, and I would have the urge to do it all the time.

Well, impulsiveness is the devil, so it's not good.Even if it is the opponent of the collapse, he must convince others with reason!

Nioh hooked the corners of his lips and put down his racket, "The supervisor should serve first, ladies first."

Feng Lian didn't bother to be polite with King Ni. She didn't know how many practice matches she had played with the opponent before, and no one showed mercy when she beat the opponent hard. "Okay, then I will start."

Nioh looked at the back of Fenglian walking towards the serving line, the smile on the corner of his mouth remained unchanged, "puri."

"King Ren is on the stage." On the side of Lihai's big three giants, Liu said lightly. When there is no outbreak of tenderness and pampering, he seems to be a kind of "normal" that makes Feng Lian happy.

"After going to the second year of junior high school, Nioh has improved a lot." As the minister, Yukimura can say that most people in the Tennis Club of Ritsukai University understand it, especially the stronger part.

"It can be seen from the previous game that the possibility that the new supervisor is higher than the expected tennis strength is 80.00%40.00." Liu Momo corrected his own data in his heart, "It's just that if you are against King Ni, the outcome is still to come. [-]% five."

Sanada looked at the cynical Nioh on the court, and snorted coldly again without saying anything.

Yukimura raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "What if Nioh loses?" Although this possibility is not high, it is by no means impossible.

"If that's the case," Liu thought it was unlikely, but he didn't say it to death, "then we have to re-evaluate our new supervision."

Yukimura was about to open his mouth to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he coughed.

"Jingshi, it's better not to work too hard." Liu comforted immediately.

Sanada also turned his head, disapproving, "Yukimura."

"I know," Yukimura finally finished coughing, and then showed a very apologetic expression, "I'm really sorry, my body is like this, which makes you worry."