Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The tennis ball bounces on the court. The super-fast tennis ball may suddenly disappear, and the next moment it may be added with a vortex like a tornado...

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer fancy playing styles between the two. Game after game, the playing style became simpler and simpler, but the power of the ball became more and more brutal.

The two players' rackets were replaced after being broken several times.

Outside the court, the players from the German training camp were holding one or more rackets, looking blankly at the normal game that was completely beyond their ability to follow.

"Baptism of Whirlpool? That brat actually performed Baptism of Whirlpool!"

When the score was more than ten points each in the tie-break, Xingyan's serve stunned everyone, including the German team coach.

Was it because he was trying the 'whirlpool baptism' that he lost points in the previous times?

...

...

And now, he's done!

"Uchiha Xingyan wins, the total score is 7:6!"

After a half-minute pause, the referee looked at the tennis ball that had swept away Borg's racket and announced the final score of the first game.

"It's over. Borg is the one who lost this time. How can that kid learn so quickly?!"

Several impatient teenagers outside the field were already holding their heads and wailing.

They knew that Borg wanted to learn and train from other players, but the current situation is that Borg's abilities have been learned...

You spend money to hire people, but they only come to increase your strength. This is too much of a bully!

"Your teammates are sad."

Xingyan walked to the chair and sat down, picked up the water cup and took two sips, raised an eyebrow at Borg not far away, wanting to ask him what his mood was.

“Growth and learning are two-way processes. There is no question of who loses and who gains.”

Borg was also conflicted, but he couldn't say it.

Now looking at the smug look of the boy opposite, he has no choice but to work harder in the next game.

Fortunately, he could finally see that the boy could get tired too.

"You're right. In the second game, you have to work hard to grow up, because I'm going to start... a new attempt."

Xingyan has complained about the system a lot, and just now he almost said that he was going to cheat.

"Don't underestimate me, kid!"

Borg took a deep breath and walked to the serving point with his racket.

No matter what new attempt it is, he has to defeat that kid now and he must not lose!

But he had a fight that could not be lost, but after Xingyan increased the Eight Gates from one to three, he was completely stunned by the ever-increasing entanglement of the illusion tennis ball.

"This is my tennis. This is what the reports say: the gentlest man on the court."

Xingyan stepped over the net, squatted beside Borg who was already lying on the ground, stretched out his hand and touched his forehead.

Illusion tennis, the move he wanted to practice the most, but he had never found an opponent.

Illusion, Tsukuyomi!

This eye technique should have belonged to Uchiha Itachi. Although he did not have Uchiha Itachi's eyes, he was able to imitate it on the tennis court.

There is a special restriction, the opponent's mental strength must be weaker than his.

"Just now..."

After the illusion was lifted, Borg got up from the ground, covering his head. He had an indescribable feeling when he looked at Xingyan.

He lost.

But his purpose of inviting people here this time was successful.

The illusion tennis just now put him into a strange cycle, where he was beaten hundreds of times by the legendary samurai Nanjiro, and he played the same style of play as if to tease him...

However, he realized the power of a field.

Once, he knew that there was a Japanese boy who possessed this power. No matter how the ball was played, he would always wait in one position, and the tennis ball would be controlled to the occupied range.

But later, he didn't find the boy.

Now, in this illusion, he saw Nanjiro Echizen also using this kind of field.

Time and time again, after being abused too many times, he suddenly realized.

"You helped me complete my favorite and most hated move. This was my return gift to you. How much you can learn depends on your luck."

Xing Yan didn't know what the other party had learned.

However, he was very clear that the Nanjiro Echizen in the Tsukuyomi illusion he displayed was not the real Nanjiro.

The phantom in the illusion was of similar strength to himself, but in the Tsukuyomi illusion, Borg did not have the strength to fight back.

After all, he didn't know how strong the real Nanjiro Echizen was, and he couldn't really teach students on behalf of Uncle Echizen.

I just hope that Mr. Borg doesn’t have a brain seizure. If one day he suddenly has the urge to go and thank Nanjiro, he will be really embarrassed.

"Thank you so much!"

Borg stood up, bowed deeply to Xingyan, and expressed his gratitude with utmost sincerity.

but...

"Can you stay a few more days? I want to complete the move I just learned..."

Raising his hand and touching the shiny bald head twice, Borg said with an awkward expression that he still wanted Xingyan to help him improve his basketball skills.

Because in this place, he can no longer find an opponent who can practice with him to this level.

"Remember to pay me the appearance fee. I can change my flight ticket to three days later. Also... the soundproofing in your room is not very good. Please stop talking about me behind my back."

Xingyan stared at Borg for a minute, then looked away and agreed to his request, while reminding him not to tell secrets in the bedroom that were not suitable for others to hear.

"Um... I'm so sorry!"

Before he could feel happy, Borg was frightened.

Everything he said to the coach last night was heard by everyone, so...

It’s over. How can he continue to seek advice from others?

"By the way, don't worry about my measurements anymore. They can't be measured by any instrument."

Xingyan handed the racket to the dumbfounded training camp members and turned around to give Borg an answer.

Then he packed his tennis bag, put it on his back and walked towards where he lived.

"The instrument can't measure it..."

Except for Borg who put down his racket and chased after him, everyone else looked at the door in dumbfoundedness.

What kind of data cannot be measured by instruments?

"Uchiha Xingyan is so strong, he is too strong!"

"My idol! From now on, he is my idol. Don't run away, idol. Give me an autograph!"

"Don't chase him. Be careful or Borg will kick you out if you anger him!"

"Don't stop me, I want to go..."

In the tennis court where there was no longer any game, the noisy sounds could be heard from far away.

Xingyan, who had just walked out, stopped, turned around and looked at Borg who was catching up with him. The two smiled at each other and walked towards the dormitory area.

Indeed, there is nothing that a tennis match cannot solve.

If one game doesn't work, play two.

People in this world, no matter where they are, as long as it is related to tennis, are unexpectedly simple and cute!