Chaoguang

Chapter 193 Zero Type
Kirihara Chi also looked around, and scratched his head indifferently, "How can it be possible to be tired, Ling's physical strength is stronger than mine, how long has it taken?"

Ninja Yuuji: "3-0"

Sanadaling spun his racket, good, and lost another game.

Gennai Senna rubbed shoulders with her, "Sanada Ling, you have no chance, you will lose this game."

Sanada Ling glanced at it, would it be strange if she won the competition?
However, Sanada Ling sat on the chair and grabbed the network cable with her fingers. Although the result was a loss, the loss should not be too ugly.

She understands very well that Yukimura Seiichi is like obsessive-compulsive disorder, playing 6-0 in off-campus competitions, but she doesn't want to be that 0.

Genichiro Sanada passed Ling's cup over, "Do you want some water?"

Sanada Ling reached out to take it, "I want to drink."

While drinking water, she suddenly thought of a question, looking at Genichiro Sanada's face in a daze.

Genichiro Sanada was puzzled, "Ling, what's the matter, what are you looking at?"

Sanada Ling drank the water and mumbled, "It's nothing."

It's just that I thought of an ugly method that doesn't have to lose, so let's try it.

When Sanada Ling was in school, the most games she watched were Genichiro Sanada's. Even if she faced the entire tennis club outside the court, as long as she watched the ball, she would only watch Genichiro Sanada.

And Genichiro Sanada was defeated by Tezuka Kunimitsu when he was young, and he vowed to defeat him, and many of the video tapes at home belonged to him.

Therefore, apart from Genichiro Sanada, the game she watched the most was actually Tezuka Kunimitsu's.

Sanada Ling's head tilted, and his eyes were on the boy standing not far away. His golden brown hair reflected a faint golden light in the midday sun, and his oval gold-rimmed glasses covered his well-shaped Danfeng eyes. , a breath like ice and snow is refreshing.

Perhaps Sanada Ling's expression was too focused, and Keigo Atobe not far away also noticed it, and subconsciously clenched his hand to clap the earth.

Sanada Ling looked at her eyebrows and suddenly raised her eyebrows, hey, it's normal to use your Qingxue's moves to fight Qingxue's manager, right?

Tezuka Kunimitsu's eyebrows twitched slightly, his face was expressionless, cold as ice, very good, that ominous feeling came again.

Next, Sanadaling plans to play some demon moths.

Sanada Ling put down the water glass, all right, let's try it out, see if it works.

Sanada Ling's serve was not kept, so Gennai Asana served naturally.

The black pupils were staring at the little ball, she was looking for an opportunity, an opportunity for her to experiment.

Finally, when Gennai Senna got a short ball, Sanada Ling ran over and put her arms across her chest. The tennis ball was swept by her flat surface against the racket, and she used the racket to create a reverse rotation, and the tennis ball passed the net steadily.

"!!!"

"This is a zero-cut ball!!"

"It's a lie, how could she cut the ball from the minister!!"

"It's called not being able to play tennis? Can't play tennis but can still play a zero-cut ball!!"

"No, no, it's not a zero slice, the ball doesn't go back."

Genichiro Sanada stared at the tennis ball, "It's a zero-cut ball, but it's not complete, it's a prototype."

Sanada Ling looked at the bouncing ball without any surprise, and said to herself, "It's still close."

Yushi Ninzu was stunned for a long time before saying, ".15——0"

Of course, this time 0 is the opposite. Originally, Sanada Rei's immature move could be easily fought back, but Gennai Senna was so surprised that she could hardly believe her eyes. How could it be a zero move?With so many moves, why is Tezuka Kunimitsu's zero-cut ball! !

Gennai Asana gritted her teeth and glared at Rei Sanada: "You lied to me!"

Sanada Ling looked up, "No, I just figured it out, and it hasn't succeeded yet."

How could Gennai Senna not know that this was just typed out, she just, she just couldn't accept it.

Take a deep breath to calm down, and repeated this several times, Gennai Senna's mood finally calmed down, and things will change later, and we must make a quick decision, Sanada Ling, that's it.

Is this something you can stop if you say stop?
That is of course impossible.

Sanadaling tried the Zero Form a few more times, but it was still a little bit worse, where is the difference?
Senna Gennai has already conceded several shots, and seeing Ling Sanada still doesn't give up, "Sanada-san should give up, zero-style chopping is not something you, a beginner, can learn."

Sanada Ling didn't hear her speak, she pondered in her heart, her gaze unconsciously swept over Tezuka Kunimitsu, and then returned after passing.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, he seems to be left-handed, so, can she try it too?

Once again, Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was stared at by Sanada Ling, attracted the attention of the audience this time. One question, why did Sanada-san of Rikkai University use zero-style chopping?

Tezuka Kunimitsu seemed to be unable to feel the sight of people outside the court, and he still watched the game with no expression.

After passing two balls in a row, Senna Gennai was disturbed by the discussion outside the court, and accidentally put another short ball. Seeing Ling Sanada rushing up to use the zero style again, she gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "Ling Sanada, you Give it up, it's not a shot you can hit back at all, you can't hit it back."

"Even if you are talented, but your mistake is that you shouldn't use the zero type, you will lose."

Sanada Ling listened to her words, but didn't take it seriously, the corner of her mouth pulled a slight arc, "Not necessarily."

Kirihara Chi also looked at Ling's movements, "Senior, will Ling continue to play zero-style chops?"

Liu Lianer also watched Sanada Ling's every move, and said, "Maybe, watch the game with peace of mind."

"Oh well."

After Sanada Ling finished saying that, she suddenly threw the racket up with her right hand and switched to her left hand.

She recalled Tezuka Kunimitsu's movements in her mind, including the most subtle angles, controlled the strength, and brushed the tennis ball across the face.

The tennis ball precisely landed on the opponent's court, spun on the spot, and then rolled towards the direction of Sanada Ling.

Zero chip, perfectly replicated.

Sanada Ling held the racket in her left hand and carried it on her shoulder, "This thing is quite difficult to handle, um, I can barely see it."

Sanadaling waited for a long time but still didn't get the score, so she turned her head and said, "Senior Ninzu?"

Shinobu Yushi supported his chin that could not close with his hand, and his voice was a little fluttering, "Sanada Sankatsu, 3-1."

As soon as the score came out, there was an instant explosion outside the court.

Echizen Ryoma spewed out a mouthful of sparkling water, coughing, coughing.

A dark light quickly flashed across Fujizuki's ice-blue pupils, Sanada-san, really powerful.

Kirihara Chiya's eyes widened, and he looked at Ling with a big mouth, "No way, it's a lie, when did Ling become left-handed."

Liu Lianer quickly wrote it down in the notebook, feeling a little shocked in her heart, that she actually typed it out.

Yukimura and Sanada stared at the figure on the field, and they were also somewhat puzzled, how could Ling be left-handed?
On the other hand, Rigino of Ice Empress watched Sanada Rei's moves, his eyelids twitched slightly, and he suddenly remembered the match with Qingxue back then.

It was clearly a match with a certain chance of winning, and the opponent was still a first-year freshman, but in the match, that kid also suddenly changed his left hand, and his moves were wide open, which caught him off guard and lost the match.

Tezuka Kunimitsu was not displeased at being imitated by a beginner with his own tricks, on the contrary, he had a kind of understanding. When he saw Sanada Ling, he knew very well that if she didn't make a fuss, she wouldn't be She is Sanada Ling.

Atobe Keigo's pupils shrank suddenly when she changed hands, and he grabbed the net fence with one hand, and the iron net drew traces on his palm.

Qian Zhenzhi from Qingxue and Liu Lian from Lihai University kept writing things that only they knew.

(End of this chapter)