[Net King] Live up to the original

When Liu Lianer saw Guan Yue, he was undoubtedly surprised.One is because of the place where people appear, and the other is because of the things they hold in their hands.

tennis racket.

The last time we met, Guanyue still showed an unmoved and indifferent look, how long has it been since?What a powerful technique, Yukimura Seichi.

But... nice, nice to see someone who loves tennis pick up a racket again.Liu Lianer thanked Yukimura from the bottom of her heart.

Guan Yue obviously didn't notice him yet, Liu looked at the slate that was not clean, thought for a while, took out a paper towel and wiped it before sitting down.He really wanted to know what Guan Yue's actual strength was, even after the opponent had been empty for so long.

The young man on the court has nothing else to do, and his racket and tennis are his whole world.Liu Lian Er likes serious people, and now Guan Yue is very serious.

Swinging and juggling the ball, he did it meticulously, and he never took his eyes off the yellow ball, but he was a bit deliberate in his seriousness.

He was thinking: No matter who he is, he has his own style when playing tennis, which is the so-called style of play. Once Seiichi Yukimura is on the court, even if he is smiling, his movements will also give people an unconscious sense of sharpness; The playing style of himself and Sadaharu Mikami is mechanically precise, and the mechanical sense of data tennis is inevitable; there is also Tezuka Kunimitsu in Tokyo... Although not everyone's playing style can be described in words, But it gives people a different feeling - Guan Yue's tennis now doesn't have a style of play in it, he is just swinging the racket and hitting it out, that's all.

Did he give up everything he had before?Still don't want to think about it?Liu Lian-er had no way of knowing the story of Guanyue, so she could only guess wildly and out of thin air.

He guessed the latter.

In fact, it is indeed the latter.

Guanyue knew that someone was behind him, and he could hear the breathing of the two of them as soon as that person came.One was his own, and with the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his nose alone could no longer satisfy his demand for oxygen; the other belonged to someone else, whose breathing was steady and light, or else A girl who pays attention to image, or someone who is good enough and even has strict requirements on this aspect.Ordinary boys can certainly breathe steadily, but they can't do this kind of lightness, because they don't care.

So far, Guanyue has only met three boys who are aware of this aspect. The first one is himself. It's a bit too good, the last one is Liu Lianer, it is said that the Liu family is a big family, so it's not surprising that he would pay attention.

But no one behind him has any influence on him, he just wants to swing a racket, and it doesn't bother anyone else.

So he swings the racket in the most standard and common way. The posture comes from the tennis primer, with colorful illustrations and very detailed illustrations, which is very suitable for a "beginner" like him.It's just that other people use it to correct posture, and he uses it to reset the way he plays.

Take data tennis, for example.

The tennis ball in Guanyue's hand has been pinched by him for quite a while, his gaze across the entire playground landed on the white edge of the diagonal line on the left, then he took a few steps back, closed his eyes, and the entire court appeared in front of him. In the brain, the trajectory of the ball began to emerge.Throwing up, jumping up, the tennis ball hitting the racquet's net, tracing the exact same course in the air as he had in mind.

He still has his eyes closed.He is trying.

Recalling every movement I made just now, including the strength of throwing the ball, the height of throwing upward, the timing of jumping up and the vibration of touching the net, my wrist rotated unconsciously.

——It was his previous inertial action, he still hadn't overcome the "subconsciousness".He smiled wryly and opened his eyes.

Attempt failed.

He heard that the person who had been observing him just now watched him play from a different angle, and now the side of the court was slightly opposite, and he could just open his eyes to see who that person was.

A little unexpected.

"Did Liu Jun see enough over there?" Guan Yue held the racket with a half-smile, "Would you mind teaching me a game?"

"Of course not." His fingertips touched the zipper of the tennis bag, and there was a thud. Liu took out the dark blue racket and held it in his hand, and he walked onto the court.

Guan Yue paused, as if she didn't know how to speak: "Well, Liu Jun, can you please open your eyes?" I felt a little uncomfortable, the illusion of being contemptuous.

"Is this?" Liu Lianer was already standing on the court, and he just picked up the tennis ball near the baseline. He threw the ball high and hit it hard, "Please don't worry, no matter who the opponent is, I won't let it go .”

But he's still—very upset.Guanyue imitated Liu and closed his eyes again, he could clearly feel the temperature of the wind, not to mention the sound of the yellow ball breaking through the air.In his mind, the court is transformed into a mathematical spatial Cartesian coordinate system, with xyz and z axes, and the origin is the point where the net is close to the referee's seat.The sound passing is like drawing an image in the coordinate system, adding and subtracting bumps, and the last part of the trajectory that has not been completed is completed by lines of other colors.

From what point should he strike back?What kind of route should I fight back?

Guan Yue's brain was spinning rapidly, and the leg muscles responded before the brain. The body memory could not deceive him, so he had no choice but to control his strength.

Liu heard the sound of piercing the sky getting closer and closer, and it seemed that the landing point was... his waist and abdomen?

what's the situation?Missed?

"Get sideways!" Guan Yue's voice from the opposite court sounded flustered, as if all the originally planned content had been disrupted by some strange shape.

Liu subconsciously obeyed.

Still a little too late.In the next second, the tennis ball passed through where he was just now, and his side was scratched.

Violent tennis?

He asked the same question.

Guan Yuexin's racket, which he couldn't buy for a long time, slipped down his loose fingertips, and he also lowered his head, almost falling to his knees.

"I'm afraid it's more than that." Liu Lian Er replied when she heard Guan Yue with a wry smile.

Guan Yue's story is either short or long, and if he can't tell it clearly in a few sentences, it doesn't mean he can't make a long story short.It took Liu Lianer two to three minutes to listen to Guanyue's description, and then five to six minutes to digest the amount of information in it.

The final conclusion is also simple and pure.Guanyue sat next to the stone slab where Liu was sitting before, with the other party's tissue under her buttocks as it should be, and Liu himself sat back in his original position.

"It means: You used to play a combined version of violent tennis and data tennis. Something bad happened and you were not ready to continue playing tennis. Now you decide to start over but you can't simply abandon the previous inertial reaction?" General Liu Lian These things that Lian Yukimura had never heard of were dragged into the hard drive named "Guan Yue" in his brain. He thought very simply and purely, "Then you don't abandon the previous style of play, can't you?"

How can it be so simple. He only mentioned the "bad things" in one word, and he never mentioned the specific things that happened, but what happened happened after all, and the lives of living people died because of him. Change?

But he can't say.

"Impossible." was all he could answer.

"No, Guanyue-jun, you may not understand what I mean - if you can no longer play violent tennis, why not go back to the pure data tennis you had before you went to the United States?" Liu pulled out the notebook from his tennis bag, "I am also a data tennis player. When you get used to a style of play, your brain will also get used to it. You can't completely throw away the past and start over, unless your right hand is useless and you can only use your left hand from then on."

"Dare you say that when I hit that ball just now, nothing came to your mind?"

No.

Of course he can't.

If it wasn't for the failed attempt just now, how could he want to push it all over again?

Wait, Liu Jun seems to say that he is a data tennis player?

He seems to have thought of something.

Then he smiled.

Looking at the moon, the innocent and happy smile that has not bloomed for many days.

The author has something to say:

The Liu Lian Er you want is only half-shifted, sorry.

There's been a lot going on recently.

I will probably only complete this chapter before the college entrance examination, and the next door will not be updated for the time being.

Everyday I feel that I will become a lifetime [funny] Then please wait for me, after I finish my exams and travel, I can spend time! ! !

Love you guys, Bi Hart.

I made a mistake with Liu and Liusheng before, and I didn’t change it because I thought it couldn’t be faked. I made it up today √Ask me why I didn’t change it last week?

There was Avengers [-] last week!

Sorry for the trouble you caused, please forgive me Dogeza x2018