I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

Chapter 398: Non-existent Weakness, Ambitious Player on the Court
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When they saw Mu Shou and Seyfried actively distance themselves from each other, the surrounding tourists became excited.

"Wow, I didn't expect to be here and to be able to watch a tennis match. I'm so lucky."

"Yeah, one of them is a representative of the German team, which is really interesting."

"I hope this guy with glasses can last a little longer."

The spectators kept moving closer to the stadium.

Not a moment.

This place was surrounded by three layers of people inside and outside.

"Ah."

Seeing such a situation, Mu Shou couldn't help but laugh. Although he had lost control of his emotions for some reason just now, the situation before him was going according to the script he had imagined.

Just defeat the opponent.

He, Bokuto Nagashiro, would be able to become a dazzling newcomer in the eyes of everyone, making his subsequent plans easier.

"Damn guy!"

On the other hand, Sefried was so angry that his chest was about to explode. He never thought that someone would dare to attack him as a representative of the German team.

What made him even more angry was that this guy actually mentioned the number that he hated the most in front of him.

"I swear, I will make you pay the price, for sure!"

soon.

The two of them walked to the baseline respectively.

"let's start."

Mu Shou hooked his finger at the other party and smiled what he thought was a gentlemanly and elegant smile: "As a guest, you should be allowed to serve first."

"Arrogant guy!"

There was a gleam of sternness in Severide's eyes.

but.

But he didn't care about this issue.

"Since you are so arrogant, then pay the price for your arrogance!"

call.

Thoughts turned.

Seyfried threw the tennis ball up.

Then he pushed the ground hard with his feet, used the force to jump up, and quickly flipped the racket in his hand over his head and hit it forward.

Bang!
The crisp sound stirred.

The tennis ball turned into a light yellow parabola and flew over the blocking net as fast as the wind.

"So fast!"

"This kind of serve?!"

The expressions of the two junior high school students on the South Korean team suddenly changed.

It's not like they haven't seen similar serves before. Those who can hit such serves are probably the masters in the team. As for the junior high school students, unless the strongest one or two try their best, they can't do it at all.

Snapped!
And this time.

Seyfried's serve landed.

"This kind of landing point?"

Seeing that the tennis ball completely crushed the white marks on the sand, their pupils suddenly contracted.

hiss!
His moves were swift, accurate, ruthless and merciless, giving them the feeling that he was at the level of a representative of the South Korean team.

"As expected, he is a master of the German team."

Choi Yong-jun couldn't help but nod.

Li Xiuhe next to him was also very shocked. However, just as he was about to speak, his face changed as if he had seen something shocking: "Shh, this kind of racket-drawing speed?"

Bang!
Just as Choi Yong-jun was about to turn his head to look, he heard the sound of a ball hitting the ground. When he looked at the tennis ball again, it was violently flipped back.

The arc is not large, but the height above the ground is very low, and after falling, the rotation on it suddenly increases and the speed also increases accordingly.

"Change ball?"

opposite.

Seyfried frowned slightly.

He felt the fierceness of his opponent's counterattack, and couldn't help but take it seriously. But his footwork was quite good, and after seeing where the tennis ball would land, he stepped forward and swung his racket to try to catch the tennis ball.

Whoosh!

But never thought about it.

After the tennis ball bounced off the ground, it suddenly twisted its direction and shot towards him like a poisonous snake.

"what?"

Seyfried was shocked.

In a hurry, he turned his head to dodge, allowing the tennis ball to pass through his original position.

"15-0!"

opposite.

Mu Shou spoke calmly.

He slowly put away his racket, with an elegant smile on his face. This was the effect he wanted, to make the German team's No.2 behave terribly under his pressure.

Thus.

Others' attention to him will surely increase.

"Damn it!"

Seyfried was very upset because he lost the point after serving first. He was impatient by nature, and now that he was tricked by others, he became even more agitated.

"This shot."

not far away.

Seda narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seyfried was in a state of humiliation and anger, so he couldn't see it, but he could see clearly that the wooden hand's stroke was very complicated.

You know, this is not a normal court, but a sand court.

Generally speaking.

Clay courts are the most demanding of players' ball control skills among regular courts, while sand courts are more difficult to play on than clay courts.

but.

Even in this situation, Mu Shou was still able to hit such high-quality shots, which shows the high technical level of his opponent.

"No wonder he is valued by that gentleman."

Seda nodded slightly.

He might look down on other people, but he still had a lot of respect for the legendary tennis player.

and.

Seda could also sense that Mu Shou's provocation to Seyfried was not a spur of the moment act, or that he was simply influenced by his 'mental hypnosis'.

This cunning young man must have some amazing plans.

"So."

Thinking of this, Seda couldn't help but narrow his eyes and locked onto Mu Shou on the court: "Let me see what you want to do, Mu Shou-kun!"

Bang!
After losing the first goal, Sefried attacked again.

His playing style is typical offensive tennis. After serving, he actively goes to the net, trying to use his speed to dominate the game.

Bang!
but.

Mu Shou's response was also very appropriate.

Every time he hit the ball, he kept the tennis ball close to Seyfried's feet, controlling the distance properly and forcing the opponent to slow down.

As a result, the sprint to the net, which should have been a smooth and seamless process, slowed down visibly.

but.

Seyfried is worthy of being the second-ranked junior high school student in the German team. Even in such an unfavorable situation, he was still able to rush to the net with his personal ability.

"Hmph!!"

After reaching the best attacking position, Seyfried raised his head and looked at his opponent coldly: "I have seen your weakness clearly. This blow will let you see the consequences of angering me!"

Bang!
Thoughts turned.

Seyfried swung the racket hard, hitting the tennis ball straight into the far corner of his wooden backhand.

"nice shot!"

"Amazing! You are worthy of being a member of the German team!"

"That's right, let's just take care of the other party in one go!"

The audience around couldn't help but cheer and applaud.

Most of the tourists are white, and their stance is inherently on Seyfried's side.

In the eyes of these people.

It’s not that Wooden Hand can’t be strong, but the one who wins in the end has to be Seyfried.

Swish!
But that's it.

A figure appeared in front of the landing point of the tennis ball at an astonishing speed.

"what?!"

Seyfried's face suddenly changed.

He didn't even notice how the other party moved there.

"Is his running speed so fast?"

boom!
At this time.

Wooden Hand shot back.

The tennis ball passed through Sefried's defense and accurately pressed on the baseline, scoring directly.

"0-30!"

Wow!
For a while.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Everyone looking at Mu Shou was shocked. "Damn it!"

Seyfried, who was fooled for the second time, turned away with gnashing teeth. After that, he served again and continued to go to the net in defiance of evil.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Seyfried moved quickly, and the wooden hand was indeed suppressed by him. However, just when he was about to strike the winning blow, the wooden hand moved.

Swish!
I saw the other party take a step to the left.

Subsequently.

Even before his left foot touched the ground, the distance between him and the tennis ball was shrinking visibly.

next moment.

Then he appeared near the tennis ball.

"One moment at a time?!"

The two players from the South Korean team instinctively widened their eyes.

From their perspective, the guy with glasses moved to the location where the tennis ball would land in an instant.

Isn't this kind of leg strength too scary? !

"This guy ugh!"

Seyfried's expression changed again and again.

He also felt the difficulty. If the opponent could really move to the point where the tennis ball landed in an instant, then his serve and volley would be completely meaningless.

Take a deep breath.

Seyfried tried to calm herself.

He knew that he had met an expert. If he continued to fight based on his feelings, he would probably be defeated.

then.

He changed his style and began to observe his opponent.

Seyfried's personal ability is extraordinary. After losing the third goal, he figured out the opponent's action pattern.

“This guy isn’t really one-step.”

Although he was behind in the score, Seyfried's eyes became more fierce: "He just used some special footwork to deceive my eyes. And judging from his playing style of always staying at the baseline, his weakness is at the net!"

After only a brief analysis, Seyfried came up with the answer, realizing that Woodhand was a baseline player.

Snapped!
therefore.

In the next duel, he suddenly attacked and hit a short ball without any warning.

啪哒
The sand in front of the net is very soft.

The short ball did not bounce very high when it hit the ground, and Mu Shou was a step slow to react, so he could only watch the tennis ball fall to the ground.

"15-40!"

Severide spoke, a confident look on his face.

"I have seen through your weakness."

He looked at his opponent and said confidently: "You have already lost!"

Seyfried appears extremely confident.

In the following match, he proved his point. He recovered points from the deficit.

finally.

Leading the opponent 1-0.

"Nice goal!"

"As expected of Sefried, the German team's level is extraordinary!"

"Brother with glasses, you have to work hard and don't lose to your opponent, haha."

The audience nearby started laughing.

Seyfried's reversal of the situation made them very excited. After all, they would rather see white people dominate the court than wooden hands win.

"Strange. Eishiro?"

But on the other side, the members of Higachu had puzzled expressions.

If they remembered correctly, Mu Shou's ability to shrink the earth was far more than this.

"Did he get injured during the last game?"

Chinen thought of the last shuffle battle, the brutal confrontation between Bokute and Tono, and expressed her guess.

"Stop thinking nonsense."

Kai, whose face still had palm marks, shook his head: "Eishiro must have his own ideas."

"Ah."

Pinguba nodded in approval.

The reason why they followed Mu Shou was not only because they grew up together, but more importantly, they were impressed by his abilities and methods.

Several people knew it very well.

It is impossible for Mu Te, who is able to endure and constantly break through his own limits in order to defeat Ishikawa, to do anything stupid.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
but.

Next game.

Sefried, however, was in great form, attacking continuously, scoring from his wooden hands, and constantly expanding the score.

Bang!
"Game!"

"Seyfried, 2-0!"

Bang!
"Game!"

"Seyfried, 3-0!"

Bang!
"Game!"

"Seyfried, 4-0!"

Bang!
"Game!"

"Seyfried, 5-0!"

A blink of an eye.

Seyfried got five innings.

He fully demonstrated his strong personal ability and played offensive tennis to the fullest.

"Humph!"

In the sixth game, when the wooden hand was serving, Seyfried showed a confident smile on his face: "I thought you were very capable, but you only have that one trick in your game. I am so disappointed."

He shook his head and sighed, a playful smile on his face, trying to irritate his opponent.

"is it?"

However, Mu Shou's reaction was very calm. He just shook his head and said, "If that's the case, you probably don't have any other moves."

If you didn't know, you would think that the wooden hand had the upper hand because of the sighing look on its face.

"Humph."

Seyfried sneered: "No matter how hard you try, the score is here. Next, let me defeat you completely!"

"Okay, I'm looking forward to that scene."

Mu Shou smiled faintly.

The performances of the two gave people a very strong contrast. It was obvious that Seyfried had the upper hand, but they seemed to be calmer and more composed, while Seyfried was obviously feeling crazy.

Bang!
At this time.

Wooden hand hit the tennis ball out.

Seyfried sneered back and then began his own strong attack. His routine was the same as before, intending to use the time difference between the shots to suppress the opponent.

Snapped!
After a long ball.

Seyfried suddenly made a fake move and hit the tennis ball lightly with a short ball.

"Humph!"

Seyfried narrowed his eyes and looked at his opponent coldly: "I want to see how you can save this ball."

Swish!
But at this moment.

Mu Shou raised his foot and took a step forward.

In just a blink of an eye, he had appeared in front of the net from the baseline.

Bang!
Subsequently.

Wooden hand swings the racket.

The tennis ball instantly turned into a pale yellow light and bloomed at Seyfried's feet.

"terribly sorry."

After scoring a goal, Mu Shou said with a faint smile: "There is no blind spot for me!"

"How, how is it possible?"

Seyfried's eyes widened.

He looked at the other person in disbelief, not understanding why the other person suddenly overcame his "weakness".

"No, it's impossible."

Then, he raised his head suddenly and stared at his opponent: "I was just careless just now, come again!"

call!
But Mu Shou didn't say anything nonsense.

He threw the tennis ball up with one hand, half jumped up gracefully, and swung the racket down quickly.

Bang!
The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded.

The tennis ball turned into a twisting arc, spinning violently in midair. After landing in front of Seyfried, it slipped under his eyes like a nimble venomous snake.

"Look, can't you see through it?"

Seyfried stood there, sweat dripping from his forehead. He couldn't even see the trajectory of the tennis ball?
"really."

not far away.

Seda watched the game silently, with a gleam in his eyes: "He deliberately let Seyfried think that he had discovered his weakness, but in fact, he directed and acted it out himself."

The so-called weakness at the net never existed.

"Kute Nagashiro, you are indeed an out-and-out ambitious person!"

(End of this chapter)