The Prince of Tennis Perfect Tennis

Wei Yilin seemed to see a majestic waterfall pouring down with rolling water.

190 km/h?Do not!Even faster!

200 km/h?Do not!Faster!

When Wei Yilin accurately estimated the speed of the serve, it was too late to pick it up again!

Everyone on the sidelines suddenly saw such a scene. Facing a dry serve, Wei Yilin didn't even react at all.

"15-15"

"is that a lie!"

"Yeah! Very fast serve! It's not worse than the predecessor's "draw bow"."

"Agan's strength is really amazing."

"Senior Lin didn't even react at all!"

The people on the sidelines were talking noisily, and they really didn't expect such a scene to happen.

"It's careless!"

Wei Yilin thought secretly that it was even more embarrassing to hear everyone's comments. Just now, he was just trying to estimate the speed of the ball, but he forgot that the dry serve was not in his direction.

However, the speed of the ball at 205 kilometers per hour was indeed beyond his expectations. You know, Wei Yilin discovered that it should be the first time that Qian played such a serve in this state. There is still a slight incoordination between the actions. The perfect finish should be faster.

"205 kilometers per hour? Not bad."

Gan Xin said with satisfaction that his calculation results are no different from Wei Yilin, but he is also aware of his own problems and believes that the next serve can be faster.

"Come again!"

Wei Yilin exclaimed, this time, he will not make the same mistake again.

"as you wish!"

He said dryly, he was not at all complacent because he played an Ace. Although he didn't know what was wrong with Wei Yilin, he didn't believe that Wei Yilin's strength was just that.

"Flying waterfall!"

With a cold drink, serve again. With the experience of the last time, the serve is faster this time!

208 kilometers per hour!

Wei Yilin praised him. For the first time, he regarded Qian as an equal opponent. The strength of wearing a load broke out without any reservation!

"go back!"

Wei Yilin yelled and quickly found the tennis ball.

Back swing, swing!

The action is incredible!

"boom!!!"

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Chapter 9 The Sad Peach City

"go back!"

Wei Yilin yelled and quickly found the tennis ball.

Back swing, swing!

The action is incredible!

"boom!!!"

The dull sound of the ball hit everyone's ears, and everyone in Qingxue opened their mouths greatly.

"broken???"

Taocheng and Jumaru exclaimed in surprise.

On the contrary, Buer smiled calmly: "Lin Jun should have been careless just now, otherwise, how can he be helpless with a type of high-speed serve if he can hit the bow?"

"That's right, so too." Kikumaru nodded clearly, clearly understanding the meaning of Budu.

But at this time, the dry in the field started to run non-stop after landing.

Wei Yilin cracked the "Flying Waterfall and Leaking the Ground". However, with such a high-speed serve, even Wei Yilin has to deal with it with all his strength. Where is the opportunity to use the "Perfect Return"?

Compared with the surprise of everyone outside the field, Qian had obviously expected this scene to happen. He didn't look surprised or shocked at all, and seriously beat Wei Yilin back.

Of course, this time it won't be as fast as a serve.

"It's over! Do it."

Wei Yilin's voice suddenly sounded, making Gan horrified.

I looked up and saw that Wei Yilin had been waiting for the tennis ball.

"Snake shape!"

A faint voice came again, and Gan could only watch the tennis ball falling silently.

"30-0"

"According to the available data, my probability of victory is now percent...zero."

Qian sadly thought that Feibaoludi was completely useless, and Wei Yilin's weakness was not found in the data. Now he really can't find a chance of winning.

"I want to be happy playing tennis, Agan, what do you want to do so much?"

Wei Yilin seemed to have discovered Gan's current state and reminded him aloud.

Hearing Wei Yilin's words, Qian was shocked, thoughtful.

For a long time, Gan smirked, completely gave up the so-called statistics, and devoted himself to pure tennis.

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