Tennis: Sorry! I'm In Gear!

"Bam—"

"Team Japan scores! End of game! Score 3-1!"

"Bam—"

"The Japan team scores! The score is 15-0!

"Bam—"

"The Japan team scored! The end of the game! The score is 40-0! match point!"

After Mitsuya Akuto completed his data collection.

The whole game has completely become his personal show.

"Damn! Why can't I catch a single ball!"

Standing in the front court, Zheng Zhixun watched the tennis balls that were constantly being hit by Mitsuya Akuto.

He wanted to pick it up, but every ball made him extremely uncomfortable.

Can't catch one out of ten goals.

Cui Jinhuan, who was in charge of defense behind him, was not much better than him.

Even if he counterattacked Mitsuya Akuto's ball with his personal tennis strength, the integrity of the opponent's data is far beyond his imagination.

He even predicted where he would hit the ball a second in advance.

Is it simply a crushing of data collection?

wrong!

He stared at Mōri Juzaburō, the "tool man" who was at the baseline ready to serve, and Mitsuya Akuto, who had a calm expression in front of the net.

On the basis of data tennis, additional solid basic skills and various physical attributes are added.

"Bam—"

When Mōri Juzaburō serves again.

It's just an ordinary baseline ball with a faster ball speed.

But even though the ball fell at his feet, Cui Jinhuan's body froze in place, unable to move. twenty one

And when he wanted to try to save, the right joint suddenly tingled.

"hiss!"

The tingling sensation made him gasp, then looked at his arm in horror.

what happened?

What happened to yourself?

boom!

It's no use thinking about this now.

When the ACE ball bounced and hit the barbed wire behind Choi Jin-hwan, it also announced the result of the first match of Doubles No. 2.

"JapanU-17 score! Game over! Score 6−3!

"The second game in ten minutes!"

The referee left the referee chair after declaring the score.

"Nice Akuto!

"Nice job! Maori!

On the Japanese player's bench, the expeditionary force immediately began to shout.

However, Byōdōin Hōō, Tsukimitsu Ochi, and Nan Lin, who were sitting together, looked as usual.

Isn't this a normal thing?

They never thought the doubles number two would lose.

and.

Judging from the current situation, the second victory is probably already set!

It is different from the lively atmosphere of the Japanese player bench.

The atmosphere in the baseball bench has dropped to a freezing point in Park Duyi's ashen face.

Data tennis is their "strategist" Cui Jinhuan's forte.

But now the opponent has pulled 6 games in a row.

The importance of winning the first game cannot be overstated.

It not only affects the morale, but also the situation of the normal expedition.

Park Duyi looked at the scoreboard.

6-3!

Even if he didn't watch the next game, he knew that his doubles No. 2 would definitely lose.

There is no data advantage.

In terms of personal strength, Mitsuya Akuto and Mōri Juzaburō are both stronger than Choi Jin-hwan.

"call..

"still have a chance......

He let out a long sigh, thinking that his team still has the strongest doubles and his main general did not play.

Involuntarily whispered to himself.

As if to comfort himself.

inside the court.

When Cui Jinhuan was lost, words that made his heart palpitate sounded right across from him.

"During the period of stalemate with Maori, although your partner was the main attack, in order to play a spin that made Mauri difficult to return the ball, the burden on your arm joints was severely overdrawn! 35

"Now you have no ability to fight back!"

"You who are good at data tennis, have you studied yourself?"

before the net.

Mitsuya Akuto tilted his head and looked at Choi Jin-hwan, who was covering his arm at the baseline, and said lightly.

The faint contempt and disdain in his voice penetrated his heart like a sharp sword.

""

"Huan! Your hand! 35

Choi Jin-hwan was speechless, while Jung Ji-hoon looked at his teammates in horror after hearing Mitsuya Akuto's words.

"Zhi-hoon... let's go! 99

As if not wanting to answer this question directly, Cui Jinhuan clutched his right hand and walked towards the player's bench.

They have the next game.

Zheng Zhixun wasn't a fool either, he immediately understood, I'm afraid things were the same as what he thought.

There's something wrong with your partner's hand!

ten minutes later.

The two sides played again to prepare for the game.

but.

The atmosphere was completely different from the first one.

Choi Jin-hwan, who originally played confidently and wanted to make Mitsuya Akuto and Mōri Juzaburō look good, looked ugly.

On the other hand, Mitsuya Akuto still had a relaxed expression.

and.

Mōri Juzaburō tied the load to his feet again in front of everyone.

This scene made everyone in the baseball team clench their fists in anger.

certainly.

This B is not what he wants to pretend.

It was arranged by Nan Lin before he played again.

The original is.

"Anyway, you won't be of much use in the next game, just take advantage of this time to run more on the field! Just treat it as physical training! 99

then.

Mōri Juzaburō had no choice but to do so.

This also led him to look at Nan Lin on the bench with a grudge after tying the load.

After the start of the second game.

Although the serve game in the first sentence was in the hands of Cui Jinhuan and the two of them.

but.

Injuries to the arm joints cannot be relieved in just ten minutes.

The ball that Cui Jinhuan sent out at this time was like a grandmother crossing the road.

Mitsuya Akuto in front of the net can easily fight back without even using data analysis.

In the end, it even fully evolved into a singles match between Mitsuya Akuto and Zheng Zhixun in front of the net.

Because one arm is broken.

One is that you can't even touch the ball except for serve, you can only "walk" on the baseline with the weight on

.

Not to mention Zheng Zhixun's tennis statistics have been mastered by Mitsuya Akuto.

Even if he didn't master it, the opponent was no match for Mitsuya Akuto, who had the strength of an army.

It almost ended the whole game with a destructive momentum.

It only took 10 minutes in total.

The odds are 6-0!

It's hard to imagine that this is the length of the game that can occur in an expedition.

Completely crushed.

"The game is over! The score is 6-0! JapanU-17 won the second match of the doubles with a total score of 2-0!

"Ten minutes to start singles number three! 35

"By Japan U-17 Team Tsukimitsu Ochi VS Bangguo U-17 Team Yoon Won-min!

"Hoo! 99

"Why do you feel like you won't be happy when you win the game!"

Mōri Juzaburō, who had returned to the bench, let out a breath and muttered as he put the racquet back in the tennis bag.

Nan 280 Lin listened and sneered: "You lose three rounds against this kind of opponent, are you embarrassed?

"Forehead......"

"I don't want to, but can't I use that trick?

Mōri Juzaburō scratched his head and said awkwardly.

"Are you embarrassed to use your hole cards against this kind of opponent?"

next second.

The words that made his expression stiff again "flicked" to his face.

"It took more than half an hour to play against such an opponent in two games! Excuse me?"

"You're so embarrassed to fight against this kind of opponent, are you embarrassed?"

#B#B#B!

The four consecutive sentences of "are you embarrassed?" made Mōri Juzaburō shrink his head and lay it aside.

He felt that when he went to bed tonight, he probably had these four words from Nan Lin's mouth in his head.

And Mitsuya Akuto, who also walked off the field, heard Nan Lin's "questioning", and his face froze immediately with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Why does he feel that he has been "sniffed" in too?

"Yuezhi, did you hear it? It's been a shame for more than half an hour for two games...

"How long will it take you?"

Byōdōin Hōō looked at the two Mōri Juzaburō who were "beaten" with a playful look, and turned his head to ask Tsukimitsu Ochi who was about to play.

Tsukimitsu Ochi was already rolling his eyes.

What about yourself?

When is it a shame to win two doubles in half an hour?

but.

At the moment, he could only look at the high school students warming up in the baseball bench.

"20 minutes......"

Done.

He picked up the racquet and walked towards the court.

warm up?

Isn't it a warm-up to beat this guy?

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