Congratulations to the king of the net for capturing a genius

更新时间2015-3-2212：01：08字数：2430

Bu Er stopped.

Although it is impossible to break the illusion, but——once he finds the flaw, with his powerful perception, he will naturally perceive all the violations in front of him, and he will be able to discover that those "balls" flying towards him are not real tennis balls.

Jingshi's dream is really wonderful.

——According to the story in the novel, shouldn't this kind of spiritual trick disappear instantly after seeing the loophole and breaking the blindfold.

Buer squeezed his chin with his empty left hand, thinking a little bit wildly.

The reality of the dream is too high.Even he was only aware of something wrong because of his trust in Jingshi's feelings and the gentleness of "destroying the five senses".

— To break through requires more than knowing that one is in a dream.

More importantly, find the point where the dream meets reality.

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Dreams are created in imitation of reality. The highly realistic scenes, even the natural environment, and the activities of the characters in the scenes... make it difficult to distinguish between real and fake.

But it is also this high degree of realism that suggests cracked doors.

——In this scene, there must be something real, based on this, coupled with the induction and suppression of spiritual power, to construct a dream that makes people fall into it.

If you want to crack it, you must use more powerful spiritual power to violently destroy it; or find out the core of the mystery through "cracking".Obviously, the strength of his mental strength is not enough to suppress Jingshi.

——Then, where is the real base of the dream constructed by Jingshi?

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Yukimura lightly slapped another small ball to the opposite side, watching the chestnut-haired boy with blue out-of-focus eyes holding the racket without any movement, his eyes fluctuated slightly.

5-2.

According to what Sanchuan's coach said before, if he only plays one set, then - if he makes another victory, he will win.

But Zhou Zhu, he can't be defeated so easily, can he?

——If there is one person who can understand the dreams I weave, then that person must be you.

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The air around Fuji's body was changing and surging unnoticed, and colorless and transparent air whirls flowed into his body like a trickle.The power that freezes the light years continues to flow slowly in the body.

——All things come from the same source.

If energy has essence, what constitutes itself is the same as what constitutes the world.

The environment is a creation of the mind.No matter how realistic it is, it is different from the real world.

So - the only thing in the dream that can match your own energy is the foundation of the dream!Find it, capture it, and magnify it infinitely - it's like cutting a small hole in a piece of cloth, and then tearing from it until the positive fabric is torn, tearing up this dream.

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"interesting."

Mifune raised his head and wanted to take a big gulp of wine, raised his messy eyebrows, and immediately looked up at the sun.

——The sun is approaching the climax.I'm afraid, after a while, the U-17 people will come.

I don't know how this game will end.Did Yukimura take it down smoothly, or—that kid who was always smiling and couldn't figure out the depth, could seize the opportunity to break the shackles?

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Everything I see in my eyes is connected together, but it doesn't resonate with myself in this scene.

——It’s all an illusion.

Sky?Can't feel the "potential" of wind and sun, fake.

earth?Although stepping on it, it is not as familiar as an athlete standing on the court, fake.

Flowers?Lush and verdant but lifeless, fake.

Jingshi?The cold and sharp eyes met her own without any ripples, it was fake.

So--

The corners of Bu Er's slender lips raised slightly, outlining a little chuckle——

"It turns out that in this world, only tennis is real."

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Everything in front of him suddenly freezes.

Then, gently burst like a beautiful, fragile soap bubble.

——The best racket intercepted the small ball flying in the air.

Accompanied by this, the entire world suddenly turned around.

There is no "turning upside down" after the door is found, there is no "earth-shattering loud noise", and there is nothing "everything in front of me turns into black and white and is slowly torn apart".It's just - it seems that a large transparent bubble in front of his eyes just burst open so lightly, and then brought the most real and original world back to Fuji's eyes.

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What Jingshi suggested to his subconscious mind and constructed with mental power is a place that is almost the same as the real world, but everything is fake.But the most unbelievable and unreal speeding tennis ball is actually real.

That is the starting point of the entire dream world.

"It's true when it's fake, and it's also false. Learned, Jingshi."

The chestnut-haired boy gently outlined a pleasant smile, his eyebrows and eyes curved like a crescent moon, delicate and picturesque, and very agile.Yukimura heard a soft "pop" from his side, turned his head to look at the small ball that fell to the ground, then turned his head, met those gentle eyes, and smiled slightly.

—Only tennis balls are real.

In the world of tennis, only tennis is real.

No matter how to face it with whatever mentality—concentrate on that small, yellow-green, seemingly magical but ordinary ball—it will be fine.

——This is what Yukimura wanted to tell him.

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Bu Er squinted his eyes and smiled in a good mood, while running to chase the trajectory of the tennis ball, while unconsciously softening his heart.

——It turns out that these days, his hesitation, disappointment, trance, and feeling out of place... This person can see it all.

The violence, gore, and life-and-death struggle in the U-17 dormitory... made Fuji, who takes tennis as his pleasure, feel tired and burnt out, and fell into—well, it can be said to be a bottleneck stage.But it is not technically impossible to break through, but the state of mind.Fuji himself knew it, but there was still no way to change his depression.

After all, he really couldn't agree with the fact that his hobby had evolved into such a cruel and hideous thing.

——Jingshi always said "nothing" when asked, but unexpectedly he found out.

But it's true, this person is so sensitive and pays attention to him all the time, how can he not detect his uneasiness?

——and also used this method to remind him without any trace.

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No matter how others play the game, no matter what other people's style of play is, no matter what meaning they give to tennis, whether it is glory, man's dignity, the way to avenge shame, or the carrying of dreams , the honor of the country...

Only tennis is real.

Others are like looking at flowers through the fog, like being addicted to dreams, different people see different scenery, and give such a simple movement their own symbols, personality and interpretation.

— yet the sport itself has never changed.

It is still the purest love of every teenager.

Hold that small ball tightly in the palm of your hand, feel the blood in your body start to boil, feel your heartbeat start to surge... That feeling of galloping, leaping, swaying, and chasing is tennis.

Others, don't care.

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"It's a good dream."

Bu Er smiled cutely and sweetly, but the ball he hit hit the opponent's backcourt mercilessly.

"3-5! No two!" Mifune leaned forward with some interest—these two teenagers are really amazing, their spiritual power is first-class, one creates illusions and the other knows how to use pure power to feel the difference between illusions and reality ... This old man can be regarded as having seen a passable match!

"As long as Zhou Zhu likes it." Yukimura chuckled lightly, watching his opponent's eyes flash with a little doting light.

——It is true that he created the dream, but he also wants the other party to be able to understand it.

Zhou Zhu is worthy of being a genius, or in other words - he is indeed worthy of being a person who shares his heart with him.

——Only he can fully understand the dreams he constructed.