"Best of three games, is that ok?"
The next morning, Borg brought Xingyan to the competition venue.
Looking at the boy opposite him who seemed a little thin, Borg always felt awkward and doubted whether the previous evaluation and data observation were false.
"No problem, you pay, even if we play a tie-break."
Xing Yan nodded, but still did not forget to tease them that they were really afraid of being at a disadvantage.
Normal private practice matches are usually one-game matches.
Best of three games is basically used in official international competitions...
But he didn't have any objection. It was just a game, so it didn't matter how many games he played.
"You serve first in this round."
Borg ignored Xingyan's complaints and generously gave the serve to Xingyan.
...
...
"This is the first time I got the serve in a match, but unfortunately I was given a chance..."
Xingyan held the tennis ball in his palm and looked at it, complaining about his eternal failure when guessing heads or tails.
Borg, who was sitting opposite him, heard his complaints and a weird smile appeared on his stiff face. It seemed that he was also aware that Xingyan would inevitably lose at certain times.
"Borg, you will regret letting me serve first."
Xingyan stood at the serving point, said something to Borg with a smile, and then threw the tennis ball in his hand up.
"Straight ball?"
The group of people in the rest area looked at the tennis ball that was lightly sent out by Xingyan with strange eyes, completely confused as to what was going on.
A teenager who even Borg took seriously and was willing to pay him to play tennis, is this how he plays tennis?
Each of them felt that they were able to hit this serve back when they first learned tennis.
"Sorry, score."
Xing Yan heard the voices outside the venue and simply ignored them.
At this time, looking at Borg who was preparing to receive the ball, he pointed to the position behind Borg and told him that he had scored.
At the same time, the tennis ball that had appeared on Borg's racket disappeared like bubbles in an instant.
"Wait a minute, we need to check..."
The referee shouted first, then checked the surveillance video and slowed down the video to confirm.
In the surveillance footage, the tennis ball fell behind Borg like a meteor the moment it left the racket. As for the tennis ball that everyone saw, it did not exist at all in the surveillance footage.
"Ball in, serve points, 15-0!"
The referee confirmed the result, sat down and announced the score.
"Young man, your tennis is very interesting!"
Borg withdrew his gaze. He was now very interested in this boy's tennis.
That should have been a topspin serve, but the speed was so fast that he didn't even notice the slightest trace before the ball appeared at the landing point.
But he believed that as long as he caught the track, this kid's tennis ball would never disappear.
However, it was too much for the referee to release the entire process.
"This is just the beginning. Watch carefully with your eyes!"
Xingyan threw the tennis ball in his hand, glanced at Borg, and then locked his eyes on the tennis ball.
Bend your knees, lean back, and swing your racket!
It was still a relatively common serve, a smooth straight ball that everyone saw, flying steadily towards Borg.
"This kid, the same trick, does he think he can hide it from Borg after knowing the ball path?"
Some people in the rest area looked very angry, their words were full of sarcasm and curious anticipation for what would happen next.
Borg is currently the strongest professional player, and this kid actually dared to play tricks on Borg. This made them very angry.
only...
They guessed wrong again this time.
“I scored again.”
Xingyan carried the racket on his shoulder and looked at Borg who was running to the corner to catch the ball. He smiled as he watched the tennis ball slowly roll twice after landing.
This time, the tennis they saw was real.
The sound of breaking through the air that Borg heard was just a ball of air that was shot out at the same time.
A new round of growth in magic tennis, where truth and falsehood are sometimes true and sometimes falsehood is sometimes true.
Nothingness, illusory nothingness, true nothingness.
He talked to Shuji Tanejima for a long time last night.
When he found out that Xingyan's opponent was Borg, Shuji Tanejima told Xingyan all the concepts of "nothingness" that he had practiced.
Xing Yan naturally wouldn't use Tanejima Shuji's special skill, but he could combine that guy's "nothingness" with his own illusion tennis ball.
This is real, disappearing tennis.
"I can watch the replay anytime, because my tennis is probably only now clearly visible from the replay."
Looking at the confused referee, Xing Yan asked him to continue to check the replay.
At this time, except for where the ball lands, the two sides of the game should not be allowed to see the entire process.
Most of the tennis is difficult to understand, which makes it impossible to fight back.
Now he looked at the referee, who generously said that it was no problem for him to watch his ball from beginning to end.
It's not that he is kind, quite the opposite.
He is in a bad mood.
He felt unhappy when the referee projected the trajectory of the tennis ball directly onto the screen at the beginning.
Therefore, in the next tennis game he plays, while winning the opponent, he also has to punish some of the rude people.
"How is this possible? How could Borg make a wrong judgment? This kid..."
The people in the rest area were glaring with anger again. Just now, they thought Xing Yan was being too much because they couldn't find any trace. Now that they could clearly see the ball, they felt that Xing Yan was playing tricks on them.
In short, they couldn't feel good as long as they saw Xing Yan scoring so easily.
The referee confirmed the score, but he also projected the ball that everyone could see clearly from beginning to end on the big screen.
"Don't play these next time. Just watch to see if there's a problem with where the ball lands. This isn't a show for you!"
Borg's eyes turned cold and he gave the order directly when he looked at the referee.
This behavior is disrespectful to him and his opponent.
"It's too late to tell you now!"
Xingyan blinked and told Borg rudely that it was no use telling him now that it had happened twice.
Now, let him see what kind of strength a world-class professional player, especially the guy who is said to be the strongest here, has.
Illusion tennis, nothing, air, and...
Chakra!
You people, just enjoy the collapse of faith!
Bang!
Raise your hand, the ball is facing down, release your hand, and the tennis racket touches the ball.
It was a simple serve, but this time, everyone saw three tennis balls flying to the opposite side at completely different speeds and trajectories.
"Keep watching. I hope the referee can show the entire process so we can take a good look at the trajectory of this ball!"
After Xingyan served the ball, he put the racket on his shoulder, without looking at Borg's reaction, but just looked at the referee.
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