"So, I'm coming?"
Fuji Shusuke saw Keimitsu turning to look at him and swung his racket again.
"Bang!"
Hit back again!
"40 to 30!"
What I just hit was not an accident!
Facing the somewhat surprised Fuji Shusuke, he spoke,
"The ball won't disappear."
After thinking for a while, he added, "We must believe in science."
Disappearance and the like are just illusions and visual deceptions, just like the visual guidance in magic.
By the way, I heard from Xiao Zheng that there seems to be a player in his team who has a weak presence and is also eye-diverting.
"......hehe."
Fuji Shusuke couldn't help but laugh, it was really interesting.
"Then let's do it again!"
Atobe Keigo, who was watching from the sidelines, smiled softly, "It's really getting more and more lively."
Jingguang is also firing on all cylinders. It's rare to find someone who can play basketball so seriously.
Fuji Shusuke continued to serve.
Atobe Keimitsu ran to a place with ease and was about to swing his racket when he suddenly froze.
"Um?"
The moment of pause, the ball was missed.
"Qingxue wins this game, the score is 1-0."
"What's going on? What happened just now? Why did Jingguang stop?"
In the last shot, the speed increased in the later stages.
Jingguang looked at the tennis ball bouncing to the ground behind him, and he was absolutely sure that he was not seeing things.
When changing scenes,
Fuji Shusuke suddenly turned around and asked Echizen Ryoma, who was only a head taller than the railing in the stands, half teasingly and half seriously, "Can you see clearly, Echizen?"
Echizen Ryoma stood in front of the stands, his chin lazily resting on the railing. He placed his hands in front of his eyes and made a telescope-like motion, and replied: "It's very clear~"
Fuji Shusuke chuckled and said, "That's good."
Keep growing, Echizen.
This game is not easy to play.
Off-site,
"So cool, is his name Fuji Shusuke?"
"No wonder he is called a genius..."
"yes......"
In the Hyotei audience, everyone was impressed by Fuji's superb skills and amazed by his magical operations, and they were discussing it in a low voice.
However, next, it was Jingguang's turn to serve.
"In return, I'll show you my serve. Hmm... it's a bit similar to yours."
Fuji Shusuke seemed relaxed, but in fact he was extremely cautious.
"The phantom eye is annihilated by the clouds."
A green forward trajectory that seemed to have formed a clear route, curved like a road, rushed straight towards Fuji Shusuke's front court.
Fuji quickly ran to the front court and prepared to swing the racket, but the racket suddenly stopped.
wrong!
But it was too late. The ball that seemed to be spinning after falling to the ground had not yet dissipated, but a slight landing sound and a "bang" sound of hitting the wall were heard behind him.
"What's going on? Why did Senior Fuji stop?"
Taocheng Wu was very confused.
Kikumaru Eiji's eyes started to circle. "I... I feel dizzy... The road is full of tennis balls, so densely packed. It's scary."
Even though he doesn't have trypophobia, he still finds it scary.
"Eiji? Are you okay?" Oishi Shuichiro hurriedly supported the staggering Kikumaru.
Kikumaru Eiji leaned weakly against the stone, with mosquito coils in his eyes, and murmured: "Not so good..."
On the field, Jingguang continued to launch the second attack.
Fujishu ran towards the landing point, then suddenly took a half step back and swung his backhand!
The swing hit the air, and the ball reappeared outside.
again,
"30 to 0!"
"40 to 0!"
"Out of bounds! Hyotei wins the game, the score is 1-1!"
Fuji Shusuke, as expected, is not a simple character!
Jingguang was very aware of this, and Fuji Shusuke was getting closer and closer to the landing point of his real ball.
If the ball hadn't accidentally gone out of bounds, he would have hit it back!
"This is totally a competition of serving games, right?"
This time, Fuji Shusuke still chose the disappearing serve!
However, after Jingguang hit back, he was able to quickly stand at the point where the ball landed, counterattack, and pull the ball back that bounced off the ground.