"I got this point." Bai Shi's mouth corners curled up subconsciously.
But the next moment, the smile froze.
In the field of vision, Kamishiro Ai, who was originally at the baseline, appeared in the front half of the court in the blink of an eye and hit the ball back with a freehand swing.
"30-0." When the ball passed through and the breeze blew up his sleeves, Shiraishi suddenly realized that he had lost points.
"Hey, do you feel your own powerlessness? It's like watching the breeze go by."
Looking at Kamishiro Lan who was looking at him with a smile after finishing the photo, Shiraishi felt an indescribable pressure coming at him, as if he was suffocating.
"So strong." He muttered softly, his hands subconsciously tightening their grip on the racket, veins bulging.
"It's too fast, what kind of pace is that? I can't see it at all." Ken Oshitari, the Naniwa star of Shitenhoji, couldn't help but make an incredible sound.
As the speed grew, he had no idea how Kamishiro Lan appeared in the opposite corner.
"This isn't Okinawa. To be exact, Okinawa isn't that fast."
If the ball is hit in the front or back half of the court, Okinawa's fast pace can create the illusion of teleportation.
But Shiraishi hit the ball diagonally between the front and back half of the court, so it would be difficult for him to catch up even if he ran faster.
After all, human speed has a limit.
But all this was broken by this goal.
"That is a pace that I have never seen before, but I believe that this pace consumes a lot of physical strength. It should not be used many times in a game." Watanabe thought.
“Now if Shiraishi wants to break through, he must show the skills to deal with that pace, otherwise his rhythm will always be suppressed.”
For a tennis player, rhythm is crucial.
People who master the rhythm can hit stronger balls with less physical effort.
The opponent often needs to consume more energy before he can fight back.
.......
"what to do?"
Shiraishi bent his knees and stared at the relaxed Kamishiro Ai.
My foundation is not as good as his, and I can't get the rhythm. If I continue to play like this, I will definitely lose.
For the first time in his life, Shiraishi felt powerless and frustrated.
This feeling was something I had never experienced before, even when I was defeated by Yukimura.
Because the other party crushed me in the area I am best at.
It even made him wonder whether my tennis philosophy was correct.
For a tennis player, the consequences of losing confidence can be serious.
"Hah!" Bai Shi's eyes focused and he threw the ball again, still with a perfect posture.
"Bang." The tennis ball shot out at the same speed as before.
Obviously, Shiraishi's psychological adjustment ability is also first-class.
"Facing the same basic tennis ball, there are so many ways to deal with it." Kamishiro Ai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and hit it back with the same perfect forehand. At the same time, he exerted force on one foot and jumped to the other side.
"Use magic to defeat magic. This is my favorite tactic." With a chuckle, Kamishiro Lan hit the ball to the other side of Shiraishi's half.
"So fast!" The sudden speed up made Bai Shi's breathing and steps a little messy, and even his perfect posture had flaws.
Under the continuous and accelerated attack, Bai Shi was obviously struggling to defend.
Although his basic tennis skills are perfect, allowing him to handle a ball in the most perfect way at any time.
but.
After Kamishiro Ai used one-footed steps to increase speed, cracks appeared in Shiraishi's biblical tennis.
"They both used the one-legged small steps, but Shiraishi was completely unable to resist. This Fudomine chief is so strong." The funny duo who had been laughing the whole time stopped smiling.
"Although Shiraishi's foundation is very solid, the opponent obviously has a stronger foundation. For Shiraishi, this is definitely an extremely painful game." Chitose couldn't help but sigh.
"This is the flaw of biblical tennis. When the opponent's foundation is much higher than yours, a series of disadvantages will arise. Kamishiro Ai's tennis is too strong. He has transcended the realm of junior high school students and reached a higher level. For Shiraishi, the importance of this game does not lie in the result, but in whether he can understand his future path in this painful process." Watanabe pressed down the straw hat on his head, revealing a rare solemn expression.
"40-0."
Shiraishi stopped, turned his head to look at the point where he lost the point, quietly clenched his racket, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"Damn it, I have to get at least one point." Before Shiraishi realized it, his goal had quietly changed to getting one point.
He served again, and the magnetic voice of Kamishiro Ai rang out in the court.
"Use a solid and firm foundation to play perfect tennis, with balanced development of speed, strength, endurance, spirit and technique. This style of play can ensure that you have comprehensive abilities without any obvious weaknesses, but..." While speaking, Kamishiro Ai had already run to the landing point, raised the racket, and his arms bulged with smooth muscles.
"You don't have the ability to kill a game. Being too balanced means mediocrity."
"Your Bible tennis is so mediocre, Shiraishi."
"Bang." Under Bai Shi's shocked gaze, the ball turned into a beam of light at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, and instantly penetrated half the court.
"Swish, swish, swish." The tennis ball was firmly embedded in the wire mesh, emitting wisps of green smoke and leaving a charred ball mark on the tennis court.
"Game, 1-0, Kamishiro Ai is leading."
"Is my tennis mediocre?" Shiraishi wiped the sweat from his head, his eyes a little confused, and he changed courts like a puppet.
"Have you lost your fighting spirit? Then sink into defeat and retreat." Kamishiro Lan served the ball mercilessly.
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