All we know is that Shiraishi Kamishiro Aram often trained on the court until late at night during those months, and even asked Wang Xiang to practice with her.
"The purpose of the game is to score points!" Shiraishi Kamishiro Lan smiled thoughtfully: "Hey, Kamishiro, you have to give it your all."
"Kamiyo, playing with him is really boring." At this moment, Wang Xiang and Shindai Lan's body were falling up and down, shouting with excitement in their eyes.
The whole audience suddenly burst into shocked cheers.
It made everyone feel ashamed.
Even Echigo Nanjiro couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth: "Hahaha, that big ghost is really insidious, you disgust him."
"Bang!" The tennis ball hit the racket, drawing an exaggerated arc, sparks burst out continuously and landed on the court.
"You saw it, and you watched Yuanshan's game very seriously afterwards!" Shiraishi Kamishiro Lan swung the racket, and in the sight of others, before a flash of lightning, the racket came down.
“Even Kamishiro was deceived?”
I was not afraid at all and faced the ball directly with racket in hand.
"Hah!" At the moment when Shiraishi Kamishiro Lan's racket was about to hit the tennis ball, his body suddenly twisted and he used all his strength to hit the ball, but the ball turned into a heavy collision before he released the strength.
"Bad and weak, Dajin is really bad and weak." A look of surprise also appeared on Yuanshan's face.
"Bad job! That's the lightning serve that would make even distant mountains lose their temper!" The onlookers' eyes lit up.
"Crunch." My teeth chattered and my face turned red.
From the games after Shiraishi Kamishiro Lan, it can be seen that I hate using super strength to crush my opponents the most, and I will use skills to score points most of the time.
"It's an amazing skill, but!! I can't do it as soon as I see the tennis ball!" Shiraishi Kamishiro Lan jumped up and swung the racket just when the sparks were about to fall.
Although Shiraishi Kamishiro Ai has learned some techniques, her tennis style is still straightforward, rough and barbaric, and the landing point can be predicted from her return posture.
There was a crisp sound, and the tennis ball that was supposed to be shot to the baseline fell heavily behind the net like a nimble elf.
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