Tennis: Sorry! I'm In Gear!

After a few minutes.

"Bam—"

"Bangguo U-17 scored! The end of the game! The score is 3-0! Change the field!

The third round is over.

At this time, the Japan player bench was silent, while the Baseball player bench was filled with smug smiles.

Three in a row.

Almost pinching the dead end of the Japan doubles No. 2 team, each goal was not more than three rounds!

All are in the data analysis and judgment of Cui Jinhuan before the game.

The expressions of Mitsuya Akuto and Mōri Juzaburō are also a bit ugly.

Although the game is not over yet, but after all, this is the first game of the expedition.

It was a bit ugly to be beaten 3:0 at the beginning.

When the two passed by their own players' bench, Byōdōin Hōō stopped them lightly: "The game has just started, I believe you won't let me down, right Akuto?

Mitsuya Akuto took out a glasses cloth from his pocket and said lightly as he wiped it: "I know what to do!"

talking.

He took the somewhat confused Mōri Juzaburō to the other side of the court.

"Looks like Akuto is getting serious...

"As the founder of Japan's data tennis, he should feel ashamed to be scored three points by such data tennis, right?

Tsukimitsu Ochi looked at the back of the two holding racquet and spoke slowly.

"Hehe, peers are light!""

"Naturally those who play data tennis don't want to lose to those who play data tennis!"

Nan Lin said with a chuckle.

"Maori, I need your help! 35

After returning to the court, Mitsuya Akuto spoke to Mōri Juzaburō at the start of the game.

"Akuto-senpai, what do you need me to do?"

Mōri Juzaburō asked curiously.

"I need time to collect their data!

"In the next game, you may have to work a little harder! But I'm still in charge of the baseline!

Mitsuya Akuto glanced at Choi Jin-hwan, who was opposite the court, and whispered.

Mōri Juzaburō heard that and waved his hand.

"What am I doing! Don't worry, Akuto-senpai, I know what to do! Take the time to collect data, and leave the rest to me!

"I usually play singles in U-17, but it is rare to play doubles once, but I almost overturned!"

"It's really frustrating!

talking.

Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, he slowly bent down and put racquet beside him.

Turn up the pant legs of your legs.

I saw two rolls of weight-bearing lead blocks tied to his feet.

Before everyone could react, he took off the load and threw it aside.

boom!

A muffled sound of heavy landing sounded, causing all the Bang Guo high school students to be stunned for a moment.

You don't have to worry about carrying weights in the game!

But this voice, how much weight are you carrying?

Mitsuya Akuto is also a little surprised: "You have been carrying a load just now? 5KG?"

Mōri Juzaburō smiled and moved his legs.

"5KG? Akuto-senpai, you underestimate me too! But it's not too heavy! One foot is 15kg! It's standard for daily training!""

His words made Mitsuya Akuto narrow his eyes slightly.

15kg per foot!

Two feet is 30kg!

Unlike body weight bearing, the effect of leg weight bearing on the joints and muscles of the lower body is more obvious.

And this guy in front of him has been carrying such a load in the game just now.

The data of this guy in the usual training...

No wonder he was able to defeat the companion force.

In addition to the unexplainable state at that time, this guy's own tennis strength has definitely reached the level of the first army!

but.

It's a good thing isn't it...

"Then it's up to you!

Mitsuya Akuto said, and stood at the baseline position.

Japan Expeditionary Force players seat.

Byōdōin Hōō looked at the weight that was thrown aside by Mōri Juzaburō, and turned to Nan Lin: "It was your idea to let him compete under the weight, right? 99

Nan Lin glanced at the weight-bearing position nonchalantly: "His body needs to improve quickly to reach his full potential!

"You can also see his state in the expedition ranking competition. There is enough water, and the container has to be expanded to keep up...  

"It's just that I didn't expect that, this guy is unraveling now! I still think about losing a game first, and let him be more serious at the beginning of the second game!

"Are you high school students so quick-tempered?"

Byōdōin Hōō and Tsukimitsu Ochi twitched the corners of their mouths.

Can't you just have a good chat?

Is it interesting to open a map cannon?

at the same time.

Choi Jin-hwan, who was holding a tennis ball in his hand, also changed his expression.

The moment Mōri Juzaburō unloaded his load was clearly unexpected.

Expedition race wear weight...

Who can think of it?

"Zhixun! Be careful! I'm afraid there will be a change in the next game! Go all out!

Choi Jin-hwan said to his partner before serving.

"Give it to me!"

"The victory in the first game must be ours!"

Zheng Zhixun also responded with some seriousness.

However, he still felt that the final winner of the doubles No. 2 match was them.

Unloading the weight doesn't mean anything!

The flaws in playing habit and doubles combination may not make up for it!

"Shh-"

Choi Jin-hwan threw the ball high and swung it out.

"Bam—"

A ball hit to the right from the court center line.

and.

The rotation of the ball is not small.

This is also his specialty serve!

stalled serve!

The trick that he originally wanted to show in the second game, because of what happened just now, for the sake of safety, he felt that it was time to do it.

"The speed of the ball is getting faster! Aren't you scared?"

Mōri Juzaburō, who was unloaded, moved significantly faster.

In the frontcourt, after judging the trajectory of the ball, he quickly ran sideways to catch the ball.

When the ball touched the ground, he had come to the receiving point and raised his hand to swing.

But.

Just when he thought the tennis ball was bouncing, the racquet he swung out actually missed.

"what?!

"Whoosh

・・・Flowers 0・・

When he was surprised, the tennis ball suddenly lifted into the air and bounced vertically and landed on the sidelines.

"Score! It's 15-0!"

The referee gave a decision at this time.

Mōri Juzaburō looked at the blurred ball print on the court caused by the rotation of the tennis ball under his feet, and pouted.

"Using the rotation of the tennis ball to force the ball to bounce at an irregular time point..."

"I was overcast..."

Saying that, he also waved racquet in dissatisfaction.

"The time of bouncing just now is delayed by 1.15 seconds! Because the ball needs to be added with a certain spin, the landing point can only be close to the center line! Gross profit, is there a way to fix it?

Mitsuya Akuto is the "court observer" at the moment.

.

He didn't care about Mōri Juzaburō conceding goals, but gave his own data instead.

"Oops! Akuto-senpai!"

"I won't lose a ball like this a second time!"

Mōri Juzaburō waved his hand and stood back to his place.

He is very clear about the opponent's mind.

Want to speed up the game?

but.

Is it too naive?

next second.

His expression changed, very serious.

"Pretend!"

"Hwan! Let him know how good you are! 35

Zheng Zhixun, who was closest to him, looked at this serious face, and a feeling of irritability surged in his heart.

He immediately turned his head and shouted at Cui Jinhuan who was about to continue serving.

Although the latter did not speak, the tennis ball he threw high in the next second seemed to be responding in some way.

"Bam—"

The batting sounds again.

The location of the landing point is still near the center line where it was just now.

"Tap-"

Mōri Juzaburō sprinted with a beat.

Same time, same swing.

Choi Jin-hwan, who had served the ball, also looked at Mōri Juzaburō, who was catching the ball.

He didn't believe that the other party could call back his stagnant serve so quickly.

Because the great thing about this ball is that even he can't be sure of the time when it bounces!

Even the speed of the bouncing ball is faster than the speed of his serve!

Take a thousand steps back!

If Mōri Juzaburō is lucky, he hits the point when the ball bounces.

But the alternation of the two speeds is something that ordinary people's vision cannot adapt to in such a short time.

The ball he saw in his eyes was not necessarily...

bang——

As the corners of Mōri Juzaburō's mouth twitched up, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

His racquet hit firmly on the ball that bounced.

"impossible!

Baseline's Choi Jin-hwan and Zheng Zhi-hoon in front of the net looked in horror at Mōri Juzaburō, who fought back at the stagnant serve.

It was too late to fight back.

The tennis ball passed directly between the two of them and landed on the court.

"Japan score! Score 15-15! 35

The referee sent by the U-17 World Cup Organizing Committee couldn't help but be surprised when they saw this scene.

A judgment was then given.

"I heard that you want to let me know how powerful it is?"

Mōri Juzaburō raised his eyebrows after seeing the score from the counterattack, grabbed the racquet net in his hand, and said lightly.

【Seeking full order~】2.