Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

The genius of the Korean team came to the net at some point, and he moved so lightly that the Mutsu brothers didn't even notice.

"This ball... I won it again!"

With a light hook at the corner of his mouth, he hit the tennis ball against the bottom line.

Snapped!

"40-0!"

"This……"

On the opposite side, the Mutsu brothers' faces changed slightly.

"This is... a defensive counterattack?"

Mitsugu is also a little unbelievable. Although the opponent's tennis is different from the traditional defensive counterattack, it still belongs to the category of defensive counterattack.

One person is responsible for containing the opponent, and the other person finds the right time to shoot and end the game.

Yuan Zhe frowned and said: "But in this case, the stamina of the flat head should be exhausted soon, right?"

"No!"

Shiraishi shook his head and said, "Look at the feet of the Mutsu brothers."

"Um...that is?"

Everyone bowed their heads, but saw the deep ball marks at the feet of the Mutsu brothers.

"Pulling the ball hard."

Mitsutani said in a low voice: "Use a strong swipe to fix the opponent's return track and reduce his own movement consumption. In this way, his physical strength will likely last until the end of the game."

Snapped!

The voice fell, and another cut shot came out.

"game! Korean national team, 1-0, exchange venues!"

Chapter [-] The Deep State of Synchronization

on the field.

The South Korean team played more and more smoothly, once the game was extended to three to zero.

"Not good..."

In the stands, Baikalche of India shook his head and said, "I didn't expect this combination of the Korean team to perform very well."

Even he had to admit that although the two did not have the tacit understanding of doubles, they firmly grasped the rhythm of the game.

"Maybe the Korean team can win this game..."

"Not maybe."

Beside him, Wen Rujian, dressed in white, shook his head and said, "It's impossible."

"why?"

Baikalche's face changed slightly.

The other party's words are too arbitrary.

It is true that the Japanese team may still have some tricks that have not been used, which may not be able to change the current situation.But this person did not leave the slightest leeway in speaking, apparently seeing through something.

"This guy……"

Baikal glanced at Wen Rujian with a somewhat unnatural look.Since his debut, this person has made [-]% accurate judgments. The ability to see through a person's specific values ​​is too terrifying.

He narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "Could it be that... did he see something?"

Bang!

With a smash, Yin Jiangjian landed steadily.

Swish!

He raised his racket and stroked the hair in front of his forehead lightly. His movements were so unrestrained that he saw the female audience beside him shouting 'Oba' again.

"game! Korea National Team, 4-0!"

The game was almost overwhelming, so that it made people wonder if the Japanese team sent a representative of the first army in this game?

"No!"

Suddenly, the face of Li Zhilong who was sitting in the seat changed slightly, he shook his head and said, "They should, there is something hidden that is useless."

Bowing his head, he covered his right face and said in a low voice, "How is it, did that person behave?"

"No, no..."

On the opposite side, there was a boy's slightly stiff voice.

"what happened?"

Li Zhilong's face changed slightly. These caddies were trained at a high cost, with excellent quality and very professional.But now, the performance of this one seems to be somewhat abnormal.

"No, nothing."