The number of balls continued to increase, and under the numb gaze of everyone, Kamishiro Lan easily completed ten consecutive balls.
"Is this really something that humans can accomplish?" Qiansui couldn't help but mutter to himself.
The interval between each ball is less than 0.5 seconds, which means that Kamishiro Lan needs to complete a swing within 0.5 seconds and return all ten balls.
"Look at where the ball landed." After Ju Jiping's reminder, everyone was shocked to find that there was only one ball mark on the court.
This also means that while Kamishiro Lan was hitting back ten balls, he was also hitting all the balls into one place.
This is no longer a matter of football skills.
"Come and see God." Kamio Akira muttered to himself in amazement.
"Stop talking, I'm the minister's most loyal fan." Ishida Tetsu said with admiration on his face.
"It seems that we still have a long way to go." Chitose and Tachibana Yoshihei looked at each other, and bitterness could be seen in their eyes.
"The hitting feeling of a normal racket is so wonderful, and the difficulty of mastering it is less than one-tenth of that of a cross racket."
It has been a long time since Kamishiro Ai used an ordinary racket. When she tried it this time, she felt like she was one with the tennis ball when returning the ball, and she could easily control the landing point and rotation of the ball.
It is no exaggeration to say that his ghost technique can kill people if used with a normal racket.
Noticing the members gathering around to watch, Kamishiro Lan put away his racket and walked towards the crowd.
"Today's training ended pretty quickly. It seems you are already familiar with this rhythm."
The trainer will report the daily training status of all members, so Kamishiro Lan has the latest information on everyone.
"Snap." He took off a wristband from his hand and threw it on the ground.
The wristband made a dull sound when it hit the ground.
Kamio Akira curiously went to take it, but his expression suddenly changed the moment he touched it.
The feedback from his hand convinced him that the wristband weighed at least five kilograms.
And Kamishiro Lan wears similar wristbands on both hands and legs.
"Gululu." He swallowed hard.
"Starting tomorrow, each of you will be wearing weights for training. There is only one month left until the regional competition. Do you want to be a mediocre junior high school tennis club, or do you want to surprise everyone? The choice is up to you."
Kamishiro Ai's eyes swept across every face.
You can see the determination in everyone's eyes.
"The future is waiting for you to open up, so do your best."
.......
Ever since Chitose Chisato joined Fudomine, all members of the Fudomine tennis club have shown a stronger fighting spirit.
They knew that they had to seize these twenty days of training time.
Because the main competition will be held in twenty days.
From the moment they joined the tennis club, they didn't want to just sit there doing nothing and become low-level members.
After obtaining numerous resources provided by the Kamishiro Foundation, they also saw hope of becoming the main selection.
Naturally, you will train harder.
Kamishiro Lan is quite satisfied with the current state of Fudomine.
However, talented members are not enough.
Fudomine also needs a player who can become a national-level player in a short period of time to join.
You have to know that the members of Rikkai University in the national competition are basically at the national level, and any one of them can beat most of the members of Fudomine.
There are also a number of competitive junior high schools such as Higa Junior High School, Seigaku, and Shitenhoji.
"It seems we need to collect intelligence." Kamishiro Lan's eyes flickered under his thick lenses.
Reality is reality, anime is anime.
Even if you have watched the anime Prince of Tennis, when you really travel here, you cannot completely guess the progress and core members of each junior high school according to the anime.
The butterfly effect is unpredictable.
"We must quickly absorb him into Fudo Peak at this stage." A beast-like genius figure emerged in Kamishiro Lan's mind.
.......
In a remote alley.
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, there's really nothing left."
Two bad guys with buzz cuts, earrings and tattoos on their arms collapsed in the corner, trembling with fear on their faces.
It is said that the bad guys in Japan walk with the wind, and each one is more ruthless than the other.
It is hard to imagine what kind of horrific existence could make them show expressions of fear from the bottom of their hearts.
"That's all? Trash." A pair of big feet kicked the bad boy hard, the voice was arrogant and full of sarcasm.
For the bad guys, face is as important as having a meal, but at this moment they are like cats completely devoured by fear, curled up in the corner.
"Trash is trash." The owner of the big foot is a white-haired delinquent, Akutsu. He is over 180cm tall. He has a fierce expression and a pair of single eyelids as fierce as a beast, hiding tyranny.
He counted the money in his hand, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes continued to grow.
"Pa." He slapped a gangster's face suddenly, causing his face to come into close contact with the wall.
"Bang." Continuous fists fell on the two bad guys like raindrops, and the entire alley was filled with screams of fear and pain.
Passersby tried to avoid it and quickened their pace.
After an unknown amount of time of fighting, the two bad guys were almost dead, and Akutsu finally stopped.
"Go away." He said in a low voice.
The two delinquents, who looked like dead men, seemed to be reborn. They immediately got up and crawled out of the alley.
"Tui." Looking at the embarrassed back of the bad boy, Akutsu spat fiercely on the ground.
Looking at the few bills in his hand, his eyebrows knitted together.
"I'll give you five hundred thousand to join the Fudomine Tennis Club." Suddenly, a calm male voice sounded in the alley.
Akutsu's hair stood on end and he looked towards the direction where the sound came from. He found that there was a person hiding in the darkness in the corner of the alley since he didn't know when.
I didn't even notice when he came.
Akutsu's keen intuition can always detect the slightest movement around him, but this time, his beast-like intuition failed.
He narrowed his eyes, and the solemnity and fear that arose in his heart made him feel angry instinctively.
From childhood to adulthood, he has basically never had such emotions.
His dignity did not allow him to have such emotions.
So, his eyes began to be filled with brutality.
"Tennis? I'm not interested in such boring things." Akutsu twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a dangerous expression.
"Oh? That's not up to you." Kamishiro Lan emerged from the darkness, and pointed his right finger at the trash can in front of him seemingly casually. The next moment, the trash can flew backwards and rolled several meters away as if it had been kicked hard.
Kamishiro Lan showed a harmless smile.
“Well, maybe you didn’t understand what I said.”
"I'll give you two choices."
"First, accept the five hundred thousand and join Fudo Peak with dignity."
"Second, I beat him up and he joined Fudo Peak in a miserable state."
Hearing what Kamishiro Lan said, Akutsu laughed instead of getting angry. He took a step forward and punched Kamishiro Lan hard with his right fist: "I hate others giving me orders the most. Go to hell!"
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