"What's going on?" With this question, Sengoku hit the ball back, but saw that Kamishiro Lan was already standing loosely, waiting for the ball to arrive.
"Sengoku, let me see how lucky you are."
Kamishiro Ai took a step back, raised the racket in his right hand slightly, and pulled the ball out with force in a cutting posture.
"Swish." The tennis ball flew towards Qianshi's half of the court at a low angle.
"Is this the posture of the phoenix returning to the nest?" After watching the video, Sengoku immediately recognized the batting posture of Kamishiro Ai.
"The ball will not bounce when it hits the ground, but will go forward along the ground. The only way is to hit it back before it hits the ground!" Qianshi strode forward, his figure creating a phantom, and he swung the racket accurately before the tennis ball hit the ground.
"Swish." The tennis ball spun wildly, and in front of Qianshi's astonished gaze, it passed by his face at a strange angle and flew high into the sky.
"15-0." The referee's voice trembled slightly.
"Did the ball bounce off the racket and hit my face?" Qianshi widened his eyes and touched his face with lingering fear, feeling a slight stinging sensation there.
"Hey, it seems like you're really lucky. The ball didn't hit your face." Kamishiro Lan's surprised voice reached his ears.
When hitting this cool volley, Kamishiro Ai deliberately applied a spin that almost went toward his face.
The chance of this ball hitting the face should be over 80 percent.
However, the ball just brushed past Qianshi's face.
Lucky Qianshi is indeed worthy of his reputation.
Based on the belief of scientific verification, Kamishiro Lan intends to continue testing how metaphysical Sengoku's luck is.
"This is really interesting. Serve quickly." Kamishiro Lan carried the racket back to the previous position and said gently.
"This guy, does he treat the competition as a game?" Qianshi touched his face in a daze, feeling a chill.
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