"Could it be that he did something to him..."
Kurobe hesitated to say the word 'experiment', but he knew Saito would understand.
"No, apart from adjusting his diet according to the standards of some professional nutritionists, there is nothing else. He has been like this since he was a child. When he was three years old, he could grab two five-year-old children, one in each hand, and throw them around..."
Saito also understood Kurobe's suspicion, because he also suspected that the child had been tampered with when he was a child.
But he has been watching the tests over the years and is sure that Xingyan is talented in these areas.
If tennis still requires learning and constant practice, then when fighting with others in the ring, all of this kid's reactions are not wasted, and he knows very well how to make the opponent lose the ability to move in the fastest time.
They asked several times, but the kid just thought it was fun and just wanted to get the trophy back to his dad...
They also have sons and daughters, but they still often feel jealous about the child's filial piety.
"Why is he playing tennis now? Are you planning to take him down this path?"
Kurobe didn't continue to dwell on things that he couldn't explain.
...
...
Within the scope of tennis that he is familiar with, he also knows some geniuses who are born to be suitable for it and whose indicators are so good that they seem to be born for tennis.
So at this time, he only needs to judge the child's future, and if possible, he should start cultivating him from an early age.
"His father doesn't intend to interfere with his future path. Do you think I can know?"
Saito turned around and glared at him unhappily, and this guy's mind started to become active again.
But he still has to be disappointed. What Xingyan's future will be like is the child's own choice, and the opinions of people like them are not important.
A person who has been independent-minded since childhood will not be influenced by other people's ideas.
"At least there is still this possibility. If he likes it, then we can't bury the genius..."
Kurobe was stunned for a moment, then reacted, but that didn't stop him from wanting to dig into someone's mind.
A genius also needs hard work and cultivation before he can go further!
"Even if you have any ideas, at least wait until he is 15 years old. Now he just needs to have a happy childhood. It's not too late to make a decision about the future after he is 15."
Thinking of how Sakaki Taro doted on his son, Saito Shinobu could only ask Kurobe to behave himself for a short period of time.
Although we rarely see Taro Sakaki angry, as his good friends, everyone knows that he is a really ruthless person.
Now that guy has only this precious baby. If he knew that Kurobe was planning to snatch the child, even if he just wanted to take the child away to train, something big would definitely happen.
"Tanejima Shuji wins this game, the score is 5:2!"
There was silence for a long time until the referee announced the score, which attracted the attention of the two men.
"Uncle Saito, I don't want to lose."
Xingyan returned to the rest area, picked up the water cup and took two sips, then wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.
Looking up, he looked at Saito, his eyes serious as he said that he didn't want to and couldn't lose.
"You... go ahead and don't get hurt. You should know exactly what kind of pressure your body can handle. As for your dad, I'll tell him after the game."
Saito Zhi was softened by the look in those dark eyes and nodded, which was considered as releasing the restraints they had previously placed on Xingyan.
“Thank you, uncle!”
A smile instantly appeared on Xingyan's face.
"Little one, can we fight seriously now?"
Shuji Tanejima was drinking water in the rest area on the other side. Looking at the expressions of the little guy and the parent, and listening to their words, he knew that something had been restricted before.
However, he still didn't think he would lose, because his strength had not been fully demonstrated.
"Be careful next time. Don't let the tennis ball hit you, or you'll get hurt. I'm not sure how much power you can control with a tennis ball."
Xing Yan looked at the opposite side very seriously, he was really not sure.
Before, he couldn't use too much force, nor could he use too tricky angles or techniques, although he himself didn't develop any skills at all because of these limitations.
But just because it’s not shown in the data doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to do it, nor does it mean he’s not capable of it!
"Then you have to be careful, my tennis ball is very direct!"
Shuji Tanejima put down the towel and walked onto the court holding the racket.
Seeing the little guy who was still the same as before suddenly become fierce, his fingers holding the racket tightened for no reason.
It seemed like something strange had happened, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
This round was Xingyan's serve. He spread his fingers and the tennis ball was gently tossed into the palm of his hand.
Bend your knees, lean back, and swing your racket!
Bang!
With one simple movement, the tennis ball was hit straight to the opposite side.
Is serving that simple?
This was the first thought of people outside the venue after seeing it.
This made the audience, who had been expecting some special ball skills to be demonstrated, feel a little disappointed.
But just after the ball passed the net and hit the bottom, the bounced tennis ball suddenly seemed to be given an ultra-high-speed rotation force, and when Shuji Tanejima swung his racket to return the ball, it directly penetrated the tennis racket.
"Be careful with your hands. My power is never as simple as it seems."
After the referee announced the score, Xingyan watched Shuji Tanejima silently change his racket, then he once again picked up a tennis ball from the side and held it in his palm again.
When people see this action again, it is easy to think of the power of holding the ball just now. Some people are already discussing this way of holding the ball with the palm of the hand.
But in fact...
Not only Xingyan, but even Shuji Tanejima on the opposite side knew that this method was only because his hands were too small, and he could not use his fingers to increase the speed of rotation of the tennis ball.
Now when you hold it in your palm and throw it upward, this is one of the steps to increase the rotation.
Another is when swinging the racket.
Just like a spring that is compressed to the lowest point and then locked, it will bounce back with several times more force the moment it is released.
The moment the serve lands on the ground is the moment the block is released, so the tennis ball flying out at this moment will break the racket it touches like an electric drill.
"I hate this kind of tennis!"
Shuji Tanejima is now able to negate most of his opponents' skills, or it can be said that he has returned to his original nature.
However, this kind of straightforward ball, the principle of which he could see at a glance, was impossible to crack due to the sheer strength and speed.
This time, Xingyan's serve was resolved with four balls.
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