Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

The waves surging slightly on the beach, it seems that they are beating the strands of breeze.

He raised his head slightly, feeling the night breeze on his face, and the tip of Fuer's slightly hanging hair swayed gently, and the solemn color in his eyes was fully revealed.

"So I would be nervous to this level?"

Spreading his palms out and squeezing it gently, Fuji found that sweat was leaking from it.

The shirt is very strong, even if it is just a basic contest, he has nothing to do, let alone the kind of horror tennis that can make people feel the image.

Just like the smash just now...

Da da da……

The palm of his hand gently pressed the tennis ball, and Fuji's brain turned rapidly.

In the past, he enjoyed the kind of pushing his opponent to the limit and then inducing all his opponents to play, but now it doesn't seem to work well anymore.

"But... how can you know if you don't try!"

Huh!

His azure eyes lifted sharply, and Fuer threw the ball upwards, his whole body bends slightly, his feet were gently cushioned, the upper body of the body turned elbows and stretched, and his arms swung down from the back of his head to the front of him. .

boom!

Adjusting his posture, his left hand was emptied on his chest, and the racket in his right hand was pulled out a huge arc.

Whoosh!

In the night sky, a light yellow light flashed across, and the tennis ball made a sharp breaking sound, whizzing towards the shirt.

At the same time, Fuji's right foot took the lead, and his body quickly ran towards the net.

"Finally gave up."

Seeing that Buer didn't use the missing serve anymore, Jong Yuu nodded slightly.

If the cut serve of that special technique is seen through, the power is not even as powerful as the ordinary high-pressure serve.

"But, want to serve the Internet?"

Seeing that Fujie showed offensively for the first time, the corner of Jung Yuu's mouth twitched slightly.

tread!

With his right foot leaning to the side, Yuu's body quickly adjusted its position, and his arm was raised diagonally with the racket.

boom!

The fierce wind pressure only slightly pressed the net for a while, the shirt used his wrists hard, and a sharp cut returned the serve.

Fuji's body was advancing quickly, his left foot stretched out against the ground, his right foot was half-bent to support his body, his arm stretched back quickly, raising the racket in his hand.

Unsurprisingly, the ball of the shirt Yu was aimed at his right foot that was about to step out.

This kind of landing is a return shot at the foot and perpendicular to the elbow, which is a typical play for serving the Internet.

If you don't have superb judgment, it is difficult to hit back with such an ability to control the ball with precise ball control.

However, within the next week, he naturally believed that Sung Yuu could do it.

And he...

Just waiting for this ball!

With a whirl of refreshing breeze, the determination in Fuer's eyes became more vigorous.

Looking at the spinning above the tennis ball, Fujitsu hit the racket sideways, and facing the golden light with his already raised arm is everything.

Hey...

The moment the tennis ball was swept across by the net, Bu Er's arm did not stop, but continued to pull half an arc toward the left.

Whoosh...

A golden crescent moon suddenly appeared on the court.

"The Flying Swallow of Triple Counterattack is back in the nest!"

The hair on his forehead was light, and Fuji spit out the name of this amazing trick.

With a smile, his shirt looked at the ball quietly, and sure enough, after landing, the pale yellow tennis ball passed by his feet directly close to the ground.

"15-40!"

His eyes were looking directly at Yushang Yuu, but this was in response to his previous words.

...

"It turned out to be a counterattack that didn't bounce."

The white light on the lens of the dry glasses flashed, and he whispered unconsciously.

Compared to the previous serve that would disappear, Fuji's return attack just surprised him. If it were him, how could he crack it...

For a while, he didn't understand the principle of Feiyan's return to the nest, and fell into contemplation with one hand on his chin.

"Fuji Zhousuke, it seems that we have all looked down on him before."

There was a special smile on Tracee's face. He didn't expect Qingxue such an inconspicuous guy to be able to use such amazing moves.

"Indeed." Shinzu nodded in response.

Maybe it's not as scary as Tang Huaise's serve, but it is enough to be a genius to develop such a counterattack by himself.

"It seems that this good show is not as boring as we thought."

It was just a move, but the people off the court saw that Fujisuke's strength was definitely more than that.

"Awesome tactical prediction!"

Compared with the trick of taking off the swallow, Yu Yu thinks that the more valuable thing is the eclectic tactical system.

A seemingly unintentional small action, but it makes the opponent unable to guess what move he will make at a moment.

Unparalleled imagination and unparalleled creativity.

This is also in memory, Qian Zhenzhi's summary of Fuji. So even if you are very good at data tennis, you can't do anything with the data.

"continue!"

The faint color of remembrance disappeared, and the stern divine light was restored in Shang Shan Yu's eyes.

For Buer Zhousuke, if he is not pushed to the limit, he will not break through the shackles.

Glancing at Tsong Yuu coldly, the confidence on Fuji's face gradually faded, and the opponent's counterattack against him just now was too calm. It's like being deliberately laissez-faire...

Fuji lightly gritted his teeth and twisted his fingers while holding the tennis ball.

Puff!

It was another serve that disappeared. At the same time, his body rushed toward the net again.

"It's really hard to see through."

There were some unexpected and unforeseen actions, and Yuu Yuu couldn't guess what he wanted to do this time, because it had already failed before.

but……

boom!

Tennis like this will never break his defense

The shirt Yu raised his arms, and the racket was pulled hard, and the tennis ball flashed toward the diagonally opposite corner with a pale yellow afterimage.

"It's now!"

He said aloud in his heart, and Fuer's forward body turned slightly, and his arm seemed to be slashed at the obliquely flying tennis ball at random.

"Slashing the ball at such a big angle? Could it be..."

He thought of it as if a dragon had a goal, the beluga in a triple counterattack?

Fuji's counterattack seemed to be of little power, and the tennis ball flew diagonally upward toward Yu Yu's shoulder with a fierce spin, just when Yu Yu was about to raise his hand.

Huh!

As if a column of air flow appeared on the ground, the tennis ball was pulled straight up at a high speed, and quickly flew over the top of the shirt Yuu, with an elegant yellow curve, and landed directly on his backcourt.

"The rotation on the top can't be wrong." Jacky Yu confirmed again while scanning, but this counterattack was too weak.

呲呲呲......

The tennis ball on the backcourt line rubbed extremely fast on the ground, and then suddenly reflected a sharp angle, wanting to bounce back to the perfect half.

"Gorgeous moves, unfortunately too impractical!"

In Fuji's surprised gaze, Jung Yuu's body was only slightly slanted, and as the elbow turned, the racket hit the rebounding tennis ball directly.

boom!

A light yellow beam exploded beside Buer's feet, and then it ejected high.

"The score is 1-0."

Fingers lightly stuck the net line of the racket, and the shirt was calm, as if the counterattack just now was very sparse and ordinary.

"Compared to the last one, using such a slow move in front of me is not a sensible choice."

The indifferent language was like a sharp arrow, directly inserted into Fuji Zhousuke's body, suddenly turning his face pale.

"It's time for me to serve!"

A tennis ball was taken out of Kabuto's pants, and Yuu tapped it twice.

After a deep gaze at Fu Zhousuke, the shirt turned and came to the backcourt. He stood on the service line, gently closing his eyes and feeling.

The gust of wind just now was still too immature.

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