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

Chapter 463 Ashura Shinto: Nightmare!

"USA!"

"USA!"

"USA!"

When Hopkins dominated Irie and won the eleventh game, the audience in the stands suddenly became excited.

Especially when they saw that the opponent's player was spitting blood and looking in an extremely embarrassed state, many people felt very relieved.

Before the game started, what was the public opinion like?

What a big5 level team.

What American team will never win.

What the strength of the two sides is completely not on the same level.

As a result, Hopkins has now proved with his strength that these are just exaggerations from the outside world. The strength of their American team is enough to suppress the Japanese team ranked outside the top 20.

This is the ironclad fact!

Irie, who was spitting blood, was more like a manifestation of the violent collision of the wills of both sides. Although some people expressed sympathy, more people were extremely excited because of the memories of violence and blood in their blood.

"Humph!"

On the sidelines, Rocky Elvis, who was reduced to a spectator, also sneered: "I thought, what will happen. In the end, I was suppressed by the vice-captain and had no power to fight back. It's ridiculous!"

"Well."

Hopkins narrowed his eyes.

Although he has a very straightforward personality, he is a doctor after all. Taking advantage of the opponent's weakness and severely injuring him is, after all, against the professional ethics of a doctor.

but.

When his eyes fell on the fans of the American team and the players outside the stadium who were looking expectant, the last bit of pity in his heart was completely wiped out.

"Irie Kanata."

Hopkins looked at the young man who was staggering and trying to bend down to pick up the tennis ball to serve, and said in a deep voice: "I advise you to give up. If you continue like this, it will cause irreversible consequences to your body."

This statement came out.

Many players on the Japanese team changed their expressions.

"really."

Mitsuya said solemnly, "The human body has a limit to its carrying capacity. Once it exceeds that threshold, the body's self-repair ability, or even professional instruments and equipment, may not be able to restore it to its original state."

"Irie-senpai."

Oshitari, Fuji and others looked worried.

They could understand Rujiang's current state. What he was shouldering was not just a victory or defeat. Once he was on this stage, he represented the team and the country behind him, which did not allow him to retreat at all.

but.

Irie himself is a physically weak athlete, and if the situation gets worse, it might really cause irreversible consequences.

For a while.

No one knew what to say.

"That rascal"

Atobe was also somewhat moved.

Although in his heart, he always wanted to fight with the opponent to wash away the shame of his previous game.

but.

Seeing Rujiang in such a miserable state, he felt a little sorry for him. For him, in this situation, it would be better to persuade Rujiang to give up.

After all, the Japanese team's lineup is completely incomparable to the American team. To put it bluntly, even if they lose both doubles matches, they will never lose with those three players in singles.

Think of this.

Atobe subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Mifune who was sitting in the coach's seat, only to find that he was leaning on the bench with his head tilted back, yawning and looking like he was about to fall asleep.

"Forehead"

Atobe was stunned.

He never expected that the head coach would behave like this in such a critical situation. In Atobe's opinion, this was a dereliction of duty.

but.

When he turned his gaze to the black-haired boy who was the captain of the team, he found that he was calm. Not only Ishikawa, but also Byodoin, Oni, Duke, and Tanejima beside him were all calm.

It seemed as if the critical situation on the court did not exist.

"Could it be that"

Suddenly.

As if he had thought of something, Atobe turned around suddenly and locked his eyes on Irie, whose body was staggering and looked like he was about to fall to the ground at any time.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that the opponent has reached his limit and can hardly hold on.

"No, that's not right!"

next moment.

In Atobe's mind, the horror he felt when he fought against Irie emerged. At that time, he naively believed that he had suppressed his opponent.

"This guy!!!"

Immediately.

Atobe turned his gaze towards the pool of blood on the court, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"Give up?"

At this moment, Irie, holding the tennis ball, raised his head with great difficulty. A firm look appeared on his pale face: "I said, I promised Niou-kun that I will never give up this game."

"Well."

Hopkins' eyes darkened.

"What a stubborn fellow."

Elvis couldn't help but shake his head, but just when he wanted to complain, he suddenly found that the guy with silver-blue hair in front of Irie's face twitched noticeably.

"what's the situation?"

Elvis was sure he was not mistaken.

The expression on his face was clearly one of being overwhelmed. This was completely different from being moved by the senior's firm belief.

"Forehead"

Hopkins noticed it, too. He showed a clear look of hesitation on his face. Then, he looked at Irie who was holding the tennis ball with a scrutinizing gaze: "What the hell are you doing?"

"what?"

Being locked in that sharp gaze like a scalpel, Irie's emotions, which he had worked so hard to build up, were instantly frozen. As a result, the effect he had laid out in the previous paragraph was ruined.

"Have you been seen through?"

Irie scratched his head helplessly, then he touched his nose with his right hand and smiled awkwardly: "I was thinking of making some changes in the last ball. I didn't expect that it would be discovered so early. I have to say, you are worthy of being called the tennis doctor!"

"."

Hearing this, Hopkins' face suddenly darkened.

The other players of the American team looked at each other in bewilderment. Everyone was confused by this sudden change.

Balentin looked confused: "What happened?"

"Alan was deceived."

Reinhardt narrowed his eyes and said, "The opponent is an expert at using dialogue and emotional rendering to change the rhythm of the game."

"W-What do you mean?"

Balentin was still confused.

He still couldn't understand, because didn't the guy with glasses vomit blood just now? Why did he act like nothing happened now?
"To be precise, the other party deliberately concealed his strength."

Reinhardt continued to explain: "He pretended that Alan had discovered his weakness and put on a show. His purpose was probably to reverse the situation at the last minute and shock his opponent."

"Master your emotions. I get it."

Obondu nodded: "The opponent's goal has been achieved. This should have been a match that Alan could have won in one go. Our momentum has obviously weakened."

A tennis match, to some extent, is also a battle of will and spirit. Some players who get carried away easily will be easily led by others.

but.

There are very few people who can emotionally influence others and change the situation, and the requirements for their ability are extremely strict. Therefore, there are very few players of this type.

"I understand everything."

Balentin frowned and said, "But why does this guy think that Alan will be affected by him?"

"Yes."

Ou Bangdu also laughed: "The basic quality of a top doctor is to be able to eliminate external interference and concentrate on performing his own 'surgery'!"

"That's right."

Reinhard nodded: "This so-called influence is negligible to Alan. The opponent's plan has basically failed." Once a master who controls emotional changes cannot change the situation of the game, all the efforts and preparations made before will be meaningless.

In Reinhart's opinion.

If the opponent had taken action when he had an absolute advantage in the score and confronted Hopkins head-on, the possibility of winning the first set would have been very high.

But it's a pity.

For some unknown reason, the other party deliberately gave up the advantages he had accumulated earlier. This was undoubtedly a very stupid move.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
At this moment.

Irie was standing at the baseline, tapping the tennis ball gently. His movements were neither fast nor slow, he just tested the feel of the ball a little bit before holding it in his hand.

"Your Excellency, pay attention. I will be serious about the next game."

"Seriously? That's great."

Hopkins sneered and said, "I also want to know how powerful you are when you get serious."

At this moment, he completely regarded the young man in front of him as a clown. He no longer treated him as a strong enemy because of Reinhardt's instructions before the game.

call!
At this time.

Then Irie threw the tennis ball up.

Then, he half jumped up with a smile on his face and quickly dunked the racket.

Bang!
There was a crisp sound.

The tennis ball turned into a streak of light, penetrated the blocking net, and accurately landed on the serving line in front of Hopkins.

"The serve was accurate, but it was a pity. It was so mediocre!"

Hopkins narrowed his eyes, and when the tennis ball landed, he caught the best opportunity to return the ball and swung the racket decisively.

"Let me teach you what real tennis is!"

hum!
however.

Just as his racket was about to hit the tennis ball, Hopkins was stunned, because the tennis ball, like a drop of ink, fell into the water in front of him.

In an instant.

The place where he was standing was completely dyed black, and the trace of the tennis ball completely disappeared.

Snap.
When Hopkins came to his senses, he heard the sound of a tennis ball bouncing behind him.

"15-0!"

The referee spoke.

The spectators around the stadium immediately looked at the vice-captain of the American team with strange eyes.

"That was just now."

Hopkins narrowed his eyes.

Just at that moment, his eyes and ears lost sight of the tennis ball. The tennis ball that was still in his sight a second ago suddenly disappeared.

"My eyes deceive my brain?"

Hopkins' eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole aura suddenly became fierce.

He was serious.

He once again summoned up his previous momentum, trying to really see Irie's serve clearly.

Bang!
but.

He was the forward in the second ball and could only see the tennis ball flying in front of him. The entire trajectory was also very clear, but after the tennis ball landed, there was no sound of the ball hitting behind him.

"30-0!"

"Loki."

Hopkins turned around and looked at the junior high school student: "What did you see just now?"

"I"

Elvis opened his mouth, looking very embarrassed. Just now he thought that the opponent's player was just a waste, not good-looking and useless.

result.

The slap in the face came so quickly that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"that."

However, under Hopkins's sharp gaze, he still said: "I can see the trajectory of the tennis ball, but I'm sorry, vice-captain, I don't have the ability to hit it back."

"See?"

Elvis' words shocked Hopkins slightly.

This was completely different from the situation he had just encountered, and the feeling of being deceived by his eyes and ears did not appear.

"I see."

Hopkins patted the opponent on the shoulder and said, "Leave the rest of the game to me. You just need to handle some simple balls."

"Okay, okay."

Elvis also didn't expect that the deputy captain, who was always decisive, would have such a gentle side.

immediately.

The game continues.

Bang!
Irie serves again.

Hopkins tensed up and concentrated on observing the trajectory of the tennis ball, trying to see every detail change on the tennis ball.

Tick
Can be followed.

The strange situation just now happened again.

The tennis ball sank into the service line in front of him and disappeared completely. But Hopkins was obviously prepared, and his momentum burst out and reached its peak in an instant.

Whoosh!
Immediately.

The tennis ball that had disappeared reappeared in front of him. Hopkins immediately swung his racket and hit the ball out with a bang.

"This feeling."

But after returning the ball, his face suddenly became stunned because he did not feel the strong impact he had expected.

in contrast.

The ball was soft, as if he had hit it with a cotton ball.

boom!
Can be followed.

The tennis ball hit by Irie seemed light, but when Hopkins returned the ball, he felt an extremely strong impact.

"Well!"

Immediately.

The player known as the 'Tennis Doctor' had a very serious expression on his face. At this moment, he actually had a very strange illusion that reality and fiction were reversed.

This game seemed like a dream to him.

The ball hit by the opponent was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and the information obtained from vision and hearing was completely different from the feedback from touch. He had only experienced this kind of confusion of the five senses in dreams.

"Could this be a dream?"

Just started.

Hopkins can still stick to his original intention.

But as the game continued, the feeling of unreality became stronger and stronger. He even felt a little dizzy, and a hazy atmosphere covered his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Bang!
but.

Hopkins was the second best player on the team after Reinhart. He was also a player close to the professional level. He was determined, gritted his teeth and calmed himself down, then violently hit the tennis ball.

puff!
The tennis ball sank into the smoke screen created by the fierce confrontation between the two players.

"Whether in reality or in dreams, I will never lose!"

Hopkins' strong willpower allowed him to completely break through the illusory changes that confused his mind. For a moment, his five senses returned to their original state.

Whoosh!
But the next moment.

Under Hopkins' shocked gaze, an enormous tennis ball tore through the smoke and appeared in front of him without warning.

at the same time.

Behind the smoke, a huge figure emerged, hidden in the darkness, with only a vague outline and scarlet eyes as big as lanterns.

hum!
In an instant.

As if the mental fluctuations had reached a certain frequency, a strong roaring sound exploded in Hopkins' mind. The strange scene in front of him became distorted again.

at the same time.

A strange voice like a nightmare sounded:
"Doctor, Your Excellency."

"Can you really tell the difference between reality and dreams?!"

(End of this chapter)