The strongest military division of the net king

Đọc tại sangtacviet.tk

The blow just now seemed to be just a microcosm, and the next game was all controlled by Renwang.

…

Syllable! Syllable!

Nioh slaps the tennis racket twice, then throws it up, the racket is raised, and his left arm is pressed hard.

Bang!

The tennis ball struck out and hit the left side of Fukaji. Fukaji’s body activated, like a swift cheetah rushing out.

Although the ball just now was weird, it couldn’t change the situation of the game. With his rich experience in the game, he will naturally not panic temporarily. Even, in his heart, he subconsciously regarded King Renwang’s reaction just now as accidental.

Bang!

After approaching the tennis ball, he lifted the racket and forcefully hit the tennis ball into the corner of the opposite “580” face.

“Huh?”

However, when he raised his head to look, the whole person was stunned.

Renwang!

Once again, the guy got in his way back, and with a slight push of the racket, the tennis ball was cut out.

“Damn it!”

With a low curse, Fukaji ran towards the net. At the same time, he also muttered in his heart, once again, two or three times in a row… It is no coincidence that such a high frequency appears before the tennis ball lands.

Tread!!

However, as soon as the tennis ball flew some distance, Nio’s body appeared in Fukaji’s line of sight again.

“So fast!”

His eyes widened, and Renwang’s speed was

“Could it be that he… Saw through my return path. ”

The fast-moving Fukaji seemed to have thought of something, and the whole person’s body trembled, but it did not affect his movements. When he came to the net, he still had half a beat to think about it.

With a cold gaze sweeping towards the opposite side, Fukaji was determined to stand up and whip the tennis ball to the farthest corner from Nio, when did it become so fast?

Bang!

However, Nioh, who returned the ball, was unusually calm, and the racket slammed into the tennis ball, and the tennis ball quickly crossed over Fukaji’s head and hit the effective range behind him.

“15-0″

The whole process is just over ten seconds.

“This…”

The tennis players present looked at the two people on the court dumbfounded. Some even wiped their eyes, thinking they were hallucinating.

Someone secretly swallowed his spit: “Do you say… He saved his strength before? ”

“Nope!”

Yanagi shook his head and looked at Nioh who had taken before Fukaji could return the ball, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

“With every move, he can accurately predict the direction of the opponent’s return. In other words, it is not that his speed has increased, but that he has some kind of ‘prophetic ability’! ”

Listening to Lianji’s explanation, Kirihara on the side seemed to remember something, and his eyes suddenly widened: “Data tennis!” ”

“Hiss…”

Marui, Kuwabara and others next to them were also surprised.

Data Tennis!

The entire Lihai University, I am afraid that only that person really understands this thing, right? As soon as the thought moved, they looked at Willow, who was not far away, and his eyes were closed again.

In the crowd, gathered among several people, wearing glasses, constantly rubbing his chin, dry eyebrows raised: “This is… Data Tennis? ”

Data tennis is a very complex tennis discipline. Collecting data, analyzing it, and using it flexibly is all extremely brain-intensive.

And the top data tennis masters, almost at a glance, will form information in their minds as if they were data streams.

“Hey, senior, why would he also have your trick!” Looking at Renwang on the court, Kirihara on the side widened his eyes, this trick, how could he not recognize 0..

He had lost to Renji’s data tennis.

Willow’s face slowed and said, “It could be… His math is good! ”

Mathematics… That’s good

Che Yuan subconsciously looked his eyes to other things, not prepared to get entangled in this matter.

The memory of the first year of junior high school, he once fought wits with the former Renwang in the competition, but the other party’s cunning character always made him suffer a step. Liu Xin, for Renwang’s mathematical skills, is extremely agreeable.

That’s why he gave him that information.

Bang!

“game！ Nio, 5-1, exchange court! ”

The competition was already under the control of Renwang, and his expression seemed very natural.

“Huh?”

Looking at Fukaji, who picked up the tennis ball and patted it gently, Renwang raised his eyebrows. The amount of movement of the opponent in the previous game, the breath has begun to be disordered.

As he was thinking, Fukaji’s serve came over.

Hearing the sound, Renwang’s body naturally moved towards the approximate position of the opponent’s serve. At the same time, he looked up to observe Fukaji’s movements.

“Poof”

1.4 depth in sight. His movements, demeanor, and footsteps were all transformed into information elements and transmitted to Renwang’s brain.

Moving into place, the racket was raised, and the corner of Renwang’s mouth was slightly raised: “The probability of moving to the left, 97%!” ”

Bang!

With a draw, the tennis ball was hit by him to the right hand side of Fukaji.

“Huh?”

On the opposite side, Shenji, who subconsciously reacted to the left, his movements suddenly stopped, and he turned his body ten times and ran wildly towards the tennis ball.

Syllable!

However, he was slow after all.

“Renwang, 30-0!”

This is the power of data tennis! _

See the ununderlined version of the novel please