Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Site No. 2.

Sideline.

"Good job."

Kitagawa Sora and Oishi and Kikumaru who walked off the court clapped their hands and fist bumped in celebration.

On the Rokkaku Middle School side, Osamu Ishihara and Hikari Ibaraki said apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I still lost."

"Sorry, everyone."

The latter words were spoken to the teammates who came forward to greet him.

The father, who was kneeling on the coach's bench, held a cup of tea offered by someone unknown and said leisurely.

"Winning or losing is not important, the most important thing is whether you grow or not."

"Then, go ahead and train harder."

"Yes, Dad."

Under the guidance of their father, Osamu Ishihara and Hikaru Ibaraki showed a slight smile, and of course, their serious and determined eyes.

Train hard and become stronger!

Oishi, Kikumaru, when we wait for the national competition, let’s compete again!

Finally, Osamu Ishihara and Hikaru Ibaraki looked directly in the direction where Qingxue had gone to rest, and looked directly at the two people who had returned to the crowd.

As for other words of guidance, Dad didn’t say much more.

In the second doubles match just now, the reason for losing the game was actually nothing else, it was just that they couldn't compete with their physical strength.

Regardless of physical fitness, tennis skills, or even tacit understanding, Osamu Ishihara and Hikaru Ibaraki cannot compare to Oishi and Kikumaru.

If you can win this kind of competition, it will be a big deal.

...

After doubles two, the doubles one match will begin.

The 'Silver Team' of Sadaharu Inui and Takashi Kawamura faced off against Mitsukaze Asai and Ryouta Hayaka of Rokkaku Middle School.

In front of the net.

"Hey, Asai-senpai, you did appear in the doubles."

Inui Sadaharu was the first to speak and greeted Mikaze Asai.

In the previous special training at the beach, the two data men had already become familiar with each other because they served as various referees, trainers, scorers, timekeepers and other tasks.

Ryota, a third grader, looked at the 'little Gan Gan' across from him who was a little shorter than him, but his eyes were extremely solemn.

There is a saying that goes well, only people of the same kind will understand the same kind of people.

Only those who play with data will understand the horror of data.

As early as the previous three days of staying together, as well as various earlier investigations, Ryota Zazai had understood something deeply.

The 'little Qiangan' in front of me, Qingxue's data doctor, has a higher level of data tennis than myself.

In the morning, Ryota squinted his eyes, and his reflective glasses flashed brightly.

"Oh, it seems that Mr. Qian has expected this."

Inui Sadaharu also stretched out his hand, gently lifted his black-rimmed glasses, and said confidently.

"Of course, my data will not be wrong."

Morning Ryota continued.

"Just in time, I got my wish and met Mr. Qian."

Inui Sadaharu curled up the corners of his mouth and continued to smile confidently.

"Then it must be that my data is stronger."

"Oh, yes."

"We'll see."

Next to them, Mitsukaze Asai and Takashi Kawamura, and Ryota and Sadaharu Inui, who were talking to each other, fell into silence in a tacit understanding.

After all, one of them is responsible for physical strength and the other is responsible for strength.

It’s better to leave things like playing with people’s hearts and data to professionals.

They just need to shut up.

Of course, compared to Asai Mikaze, Kawamura Takashi definitely knows a little more.

The tacit understanding between the two told Kawamura Takashi that the conversation just now must have been intentional by Inui Sadaharu, and it was also very important. It should be related to data tennis.

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As for Mikaze Asai, that's a bit 'humorous'.

Without this physical man noticing, Ryota and Inui Sadaharu had already had an invisible confrontation in the morning.

The duel in data tennis actually started as early as the moment Ini Sadaharu spoke his first words.

...

It was dusk.

In the activity room.

While changing his clothes, Beichuan murmured indifferently.

"The bottleneck, hmm~~~"

Just now, Inui Sadaharu asked Kitagawa Sora some questions about his subsequent tennis career.

Logically speaking, the path of data should be endless and completely sufficient to support Inui Sadaharu's future.

Unfortunately, data is endless, but manpower is limited.

Faintly, Inui Sadaharu felt that there was something standing there in front of his tennis path.

Or a wall of sighs that is difficult to break through, or a fork in the road with different choices.

Therefore, Ini Sadaharu expressed his doubts.

At that time, Kitagawa Sora's answer was always engraved deep in Inui Sadaharu's heart.

"Agan, to be serious, data tennis is definitely unlimited."

"Judging from your current level, you are still in the data input stage, collecting information, processing data, analyzing probabilities, performing internal processing of data through the 'processor' of the brain, and then using the body for external use."

"But data is more than just input."

"In the following practice, you might as well try to output data."

"Turn data into a weapon to attack the opponent, assist with spiritual power, and defeat the opponent's defense line."

While Sadaharu was in silence for a while, Kitagawa Sora pointed out the follow-up path of data tennis mentioned in the original work.

Of course, Sora Kitagawa hasn't finished speaking yet.

"There is a deeper possibility, although it is just my imagination."

"Evolving the world with data."

“Data and the world?”

Such a surprising point made Ini Sadaharu couldn't help but exclaim.

Kitagawa Kong smiled and said.

"That's right, evolve the world with data."

"Through the power of spirit, will, and soul, after understanding the true meaning of data, we can center ourselves and assimilate the space with data."

"At that time, the self will be the heart of the world, and the domain of data assimilation will be my world."

"Within the world of data, there is the realm of God, which controls all truth."

In this way, in the midst of Sora Kitagawa's imaginative thoughts about the future, Inui Sadaharu was confused.

Although he saw his future, he wanted to ask, was this road... so far away?

Wherever the data reaches, it is the domain of God.

This is creating a small world, right? Why don’t you be so unscientific~~~

certainly.

Kitagawa Sora also said before and after that it was just a fantasy. Whether there is such a state requires Gan Sadaharu to work hard to practice and explore.

Ahem, but despite this, Kitagawa Sora's first suggestion, Inui Sadaharu is still very insightful.

This is not the case.

In today's competition, our data doctor from Qingxue has already begun to try to carry out introductory practice of 'data input'.

...

Bang!

Following Inui Sadaharu's forehand pull, a diagonal baseline corner kick appeared directly, once again piercing the defense of the Hexagonal duo.

"Dang, Kawamura scores."

"Game, Qingxue takes the lead, score 4-2."

After the referee's announcement, the audience started talking.

"Wow, Qingxue's silver combination looks like it too."

"It seems like Rokkaku Middle School can't handle it."

"But I always feel that the game is a bit weird."

...

However, one of the focuses of discussion, the Hexagonal duo, whose game was postponed to the next round, did not show any excessive reaction.

On the tennis court, Mitsukaze Asai, who had already lost a lot of sweat and soaked his clothes due to Rokkaku's physical strength, stared at Ryota in the morning and asked hopefully.

"Morning! How was it?"

Above the white-framed glasses, a ray of startling light flashed past. In the morning, Ryota forced himself to suppress the excitement in his heart and nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work, Asai!"

"All the data has been collected!"

Hearing this long-awaited answer, Asai Mikaze immediately burst into laughter, pumped his fist vigorously, and vented the pent-up anger in his heart.

"Very well, let's start the counterattack!"

"Bring victory back!"

You know, in the six games just now, Ryota had to spend most of his energy collecting data.

Most of the offensives on Qingxue's side can only be dealt with by Asai Mikaze.

After six rounds of this game, even Mikaze Asai, who was good at physical strength, was about to collapse from exhaustion.

Fortunately, Kawamura Takashi and Inui Sadaharu on Seigaku's side seem a bit... soft-hearted?

It always felt like there was a little bit of slack, otherwise Asai Mifeng always felt that he would not be able to survive.

But, these are all trivial matters, don’t pay attention to them. Next, it’s our turn to fight back.

However, just as Asai Mikaze started gearing up and preparing to grin, the leisurely and confident voice of Inui Sadaharu from the opposite half reached their ears again.

"Bring victory back?"

"This is not okay."

Looking back in response, looking at Inui Sadaharu and Kawamura Takashi who showed confident and mysterious smiles, Ryota Zaiya also felt a little bad at this time.

"What do you mean?"

"I have collected your data. In the next game, victory will belong to Hexagon!"

At this time, Takashi Kawamura, who had been holding himself back for so long, could finally speak loudly.

"Those data are not good."

Data...not good?

Amid the confusion of the Rokkaku duo, Inui Sadaharu adjusted his glasses and said with a smile.

"Those data are sent to you specially by me."

"Specially...delivered to me..."

Ryota's confused murmuring in the morning was answered in the subsequent game.

...

Bang!

"Dang, Kawamura scores."

Ryota was stunned in the morning: "No, no, how could you hit the diagonal kick on the left at this time? Shouldn't you be hitting the baseline kick on the center line?"

...

Bang!

"Dang, Kawamura scores."

Ryota was silent in the morning: "It turns out...everything is wrong..."

...

Bang!

Bang!

Boom!

peng!

"Game, Qingxue, score 6-2."

"The doubles one match is over, fuck, Kawamura wins!"

As the referee made the announcement, the world on the sidelines suddenly burst into cheers.

"Qingxue! Qingxue! Qingxue!"

But on the tennis court, there was silence.

In the morning, Ryota showed a helpless expression. After looking at Inui Sadaharu opposite him, he turned to his partner and said.

"I'm sorry, Asai, I made you suffer in vain."

"That good boy deliberately sent false data in front of me."

At the end of the words, there was a tone of willingness to admit defeat, the kind that came from the bottom of my heart, saying that my skills were inferior to others, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Asai Mikaze also breathed a long sigh of relief and responded.

"It's okay, this is nothing."

"I just put all the pressure on Xiao Heiyu."

That's right, after Doubles 1 was wiped out by Qingxue Qiufeng, Rokkajia lost both doubles, and the pressure came directly to Singles 3.

If you lose again, you will go home directly.

The contestant in singles three is none other than first-year Kuroba Harukaze.

Well, my father specially arranged it this way. I don’t know why. Originally, according to Ryouta Hayashi’s idea, Ichi Akai or Torajiro Saeki would be the singles players.

Finally, in front of the Internet.

The two sides shook hands after the game.

Ryota couldn't help but ask in the morning.

"Qianjun, did you do this on purpose?"

Inui Sadaharu smiled and said.

"Well, data tennis, I was at the data entry level before."

"Right now, under Beichuan's guidance, I am practicing 'data output'."

"If Senior Chenchen also wants to continue on the path of data tennis, he might as well try practicing."

Finally, Inui Sadaharu explained it very seriously.

After all, if you borrow someone else's money to practice for a while, you have to give some gifts in return, right?