Wang Wang's dream color

After four days in a row, everything inside the door is no longer as novel as it was at the beginning.

Sakura entered her number and fingerprints on the wall at the door, watched the time on the monitor start counting down, then walked to the center of the room, and began to look around at the changing machines and facilities.

The training in No. [-] room is aimed at the players’ agility and judgment. In the square room, there are eight ball servers numbered from one to eight around the standing positions. They can be moved and changed according to the track. There are dozens of numbered goal openings scattered high and low on the wall.

After the training starts, the eight ball servers will serve the ball at the same time. The player needs to hit the ball issued by the designated number of the ball server at the moment of hearing the instruction, and hit back the ball that is also designated by the instruction to get a valid one. Points will not be scored for balls that enter the designated goal opening.

There are a total of [-] serving opportunities. Only when the number of accurate balls hit exceeds [-], the effective score will be counted. Otherwise, the number of hits will be cleared, and the score for this training will also be zero.

In the previous one or two days, many golfers have not yet adapted or could not keep up with the reaction, and the number of effective hits has not exceeded half, so the results in this room have also stopped at zero.

Four days have passed, and the progress of most players is on the right track. The sooner they adapt, the greater the advantage.

"10...9..."

Hearing the mechanical sound of the countdown coming to an end, Sakura withdrew her gaze from looking around and changed, holding the pat in her hand, she didn't know what she was thinking in her sinking eyes.

"1...0."

"Bang bang bang!"

The countdown had just ended, and the first balls of the eight ball servers had been ejected in a uniform manner, aiming directly at Sakura who was standing in the middle.

"Seven to eleven."

In the blink of an eye, the serve was close to the side, and the moment the mechanical sound sounded, Sakura moved sideways, and the racket net hit the serve of the No. In the narrow goal opening, the whole process takes only a millisecond.

At the same time as the ball hit the entrance of the racket, the sound of the second ball serving and the cold mechanical sound rang in Sakurano's ears.

"Send three - enter 23."

The body's reaction has already surpassed the control of the brain, Sakura turned around and slapped, completely keeping up with or getting used to the ever-increasing pace of serving and commanding.

"Bang! Boom!"

"Send four - enter 41."

In the quiet space, only the continuous hitting of the ball and the unwavering mechanical sound were repeated, and all of this was completely recorded by the cameras hidden in the corners of the surrounding walls.

"Is it her?"

In the dimly lit room, only a few screens were shining brightly.The recorder sitting in front of the monitor screen heard the question from behind, nodded, and pointed to the girl who started to move strangely on the screen.

"This No. 6 has always maintained 100% effective hits in the first item, but the scoring is always controlled at 75 to [-], and the remaining balls..."

A new round of batting starts in the screen. After hearing the order, Sakura turns around and hits all the eight balls that have already wrapped around her body. She swung the racket and all the eight balls hit the wall with a bite——

She turned around again, and repeated the same eight-ball strike in the new instruction...

"She scored all eight of the remaining balls at the same time. The machine can't judge, so the score is invalid."

"Start the activity track."

"it is good."

With such an instruction, the scene on the screen immediately began to change.

Sakura looked at the machines around her that were slowly moving and speeding up, her face didn't move, but the racket still accurately caught the designated serve and hit the goal.

The return of the serve in the screen has entered a stage that is so dazzling that people in front of the screen can't help being a little surprised to see Sakurao who hits the ball accurately without missing any balls.

"Her reaction was...quick."

The person behind him didn't speak, but looked at Sakura who turned and swung on the screen, lost in thought.

"Zoom in the picture a little bit, zoom in."

When the recorder heard this, before he could figure out his intention, his subordinates had already moved subconsciously. The moment the camera zoomed in, both of them were a little surprised.

"She, why did she close her eyes..."

In the picture, the girl who kept swinging the racket and hitting the ball accurately did indeed keep her eyes closed from the beginning to the end, but she moved very fast as if she had eyes in her heart.

In amazement, the [-] balls in Room [-] were about to end, Sakura in the center of the room finally opened her eyes that had been closed for a long time, raised her hands and slapped her face, covered her face and shot the ball in all directions.

Several balls were hit into several goal openings that were very close to the camera, and the sharp shots that suddenly approached the camera seemed to break through the screen, and the recorder, who was staring at him in shock, shrank back subconsciously.

"The number of effective hits is 100. The number of effective points is 6. Number [-] has accumulated [-] points."

Withdrew his gaze from Sakura, who straightened up on the screen and panted slightly, the gentle but emotionless voice behind the recorder suddenly became indescribably warmer.

"The progress she has completed in the three trainings today is your training goal, and you have to complete it before the end of tomorrow."

"okay, I get it."

The voice that responded without hesitation was decisive, but the recorder couldn't help wiping off his sweat. This...isn't it really counterproductive...

"As of today, how many people have used the ball in training?"

"Fifteen."

Before the recorder had time to continue his slander, another question came from behind him.He hurriedly called out the specially marked records, and hurriedly explained.

"The first one to be used was No. 3 on the second day, in Room [-]. Most people also used the ball position in No. [-] and No. [-]. Among the top five players, three of them used the position."

"This No. 6 player is currently ranked fourth overall, and she is one of them. According to her observation records of each training session, her performance or control is very stable, and she should still have a backup."

The recorder explained while pointing that the various data of each player these days were scrolling back and forth on the screen in the direction of his finger.

"Who is the other useless person?"

"Oh... it's number 1."

The recorder casually pointed at the screen of the monitor that Sakura walked out of the door.

"it's him."

As soon as Sakura walked out of the room door, she saw a strange boy leaning on the wall beside him who was not a stranger. He was still dressed in black and black pants. His slightly long black hair hung down to cover his forehead, only a pair of light-colored shirts were exposed. It seems that no one can be reflected in the eyes of the reflection.

He just leaned there with his hands down, looking lonely and indifferent. Seeing Ying Nao walking out at this moment, he just turned his head and straightened up a little bit, and ignored Ying Nao's gaze as usual.

As usual, Sakura turned slightly sideways and let the boy who had been waiting for a while enter the room. The moment the two rubbed shoulders, she looked at the slightly lowered eyelashes of the other, and imagined that there should be a lone wolf-like concentration gaze.

number 1.She looked at the logo on the opponent's arm and lowered her gaze.

In the past few days, the twenty contestants have chosen their training time freely alternately, and there are not many opportunities to meet each other for meals and lodging, but she has also met seven or eight contestants whose fixed training time coincides with hers.

Among all the people, what caught her attention the most was this man with a condensed temperament that was somewhere between a boy and a man.

Moreover, she always felt... and this person, she seemed to have known each other.

"It's him..."

The recorder seemed to sigh slightly when he heard the voice behind him, and turned indifferent, staring at No. 1 with curiosity.

"100% effective hits, 100% effective points."

He looked at the data in his hand and clicked his tongue.

"All his indicators are perfect, very precise, very powerful."

As the voice fell, No. 1's training in Room No. [-] had already begun. As shown in the data, his movements were extremely clean, his shots were extremely accurate, and his expression...extremely indifferent.

On the sidelines, his whole body...is like a machine that never makes mistakes and has no fluctuations.

"Is this what they were looking for, the perfect knife?"

Behind him came the man's indifferent words that could not be heard, and the recorder had doubts in his heart but had no time to explore, so he had already turned his attention to the second room.

The training in the second room took less time than that in the first room, so when Sakura walked in, she no longer saw the round-faced girl who just walked in. sensing area.

The facilities in the second room are very simple, that is, the force measuring wall on one side and the hitting area on the other side. The size of the whole room simulates the length of a half tennis court.

The content of the training is to test the strength of the players. The golfers serve in the hitting area and hit the force measuring wall. A total of ten balls are accumulated. The strength of each ball is scored on a scale of [-] to [-]. The cumulative full score is still [-] points.

In the past four days, golfers can run freely in the hitting area to serve, today...

Sakura Nao looked at the circular sensing area with a diameter of less than one meter in the hitting area, and realized that the range of motion was restricted.

There is indeed a shortcut to save labor and time in this training, that is, the power of the ball used in the sound. The increase in power will double the power of the serve, the attack range will also be larger, and the induction of the force measuring wall will be stronger , the score will naturally be higher.

But even though Ying Nao thought of this level, she didn't use her power for a long time. The reason...

Bending her lips, Ying Nai stepped into the sensing area with the racket, and a net frame loaded with ten balls popped up beside her automatically. She bent down to pick it up, and swung the racket.

"Eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight..."

The batting was too dense and the power was too uniform, and the mechanical sound that kept sounding seemed to be stuck and began to count repeatedly, and the ten balls would be over in a blink of an eye.

But before the recorder in front of the screen recovered from the intensive serving and magical score reporting, the new device had already been activated.

Two extremely fast serve balls suddenly popped up from several areas of the force measuring wall, and the force on the ball can be known just by listening to the ball traces breaking the wind.

Ying Nao frowned, and just wanted to step back a leg to pick it up, but unexpectedly there was a "snap", and the two ankles were firmly clasped by buckles that came out of nowhere, and she was about to move He was caught by the sudden lock and almost fell over.

The heavy ball that breaks the wind is approaching, but her body is not stable. Sakura's eyes are slightly concentrated, and she raises her hand to meet the two blows of the ball, but the force is still so strong that she can't help but face up and want to fall backward—— —

Seeing that she was about to fall backwards and fall out of the boundary, Ying Nai raised her brows, finally sighed helplessly, slapped the net lightly, and in an instant black fire gathered——

When the heavy ball came like the wind, it caught fire when it went away, and it hit the wall with a "boom"——

"boom!"

In the shock, Hua Mancheng could barely support her receding figure, and when she stood still, she only heard——

"Ten...ten ten...ten...ten..."

The chaotic and sluggish mechanical sound is quite magical at the moment.

This is really stuck.