Tezuka drank in big gulps, his eyelids drooping and sweat dripping down his forehead.
"Yuta, can you see clearly?" Tezuka took a breath and whispered.
"It's clear, Minister."
"Look carefully, don't miss any details!"
"yes!"
.......
In the fourth game, Kamishiro Lan served.
“Pah.” Kamishiro Lan tapped the tennis ball lightly, with a relaxed expression: “Tezuka, watch carefully.”
He threw the tennis ball high up, so high that it almost blended into the sunlight.
Kamishiro Ai jumped up and hit the serve in a way that was close to a smash.
“Whoosh!”
The tennis ball appeared in Tezuka's half of the court in the blink of an eye, hit the ground hard and bounced high.
"Crack." The tennis ball spun wildly and made a mournful sound after entering the racket. Tezuka's expression remained normal, but his twisted eyebrows and slightly trembling hands proved the power of the tennis ball.
"Bang."
As the explosion sounded, Tezuka hit the tennis ball back with difficulty using a forehand shot.
The tennis ball was so fast that it flew over the net in the blink of an eye.
However, the next moment, the same thing happened again. Amidst the flash of silver light, Tezuka's half court exploded again. A yellow tennis ball flew over and hit the barbed wire, with green smoke slowly rising.
"15-0."
It only took a blink of an eye for the tennis ball to fly over the net and hit the barbed wire.
This strange scene left everyone stunned.
The whole audience was in an uproar.
"What on earth is going on? Why is the ball intercepted directly when the player is at the baseline?"
"Is my vision deceiving me? Why did the tennis ball fly back just after it passed the net?"
"Did you see it clearly, Watanabe?" Irie Kanata looked at Watanabe, who had a serious expression on his face and an uncertain tone.
"It seemed as if... there was a silver light extending from the racket."
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