"Forget it, let's compete again when you get better." Although Atobe was a little angry that this guy didn't take care of his body, he thought that this guy never appreciated it, so he calmed down.
"Xiao Qianye, how could you do this? Last time you almost lost your right hand and disfigured your face. Why are you injured again this time?" A somewhat excited Cilang rushed over again, but he had just finished speaking.
Immediately the air pressure around Atobe became even lower, "Ah, you are not a gorgeous guy, so you don't care about yourself so much? Fortunately, my father and mother don't know, otherwise I don't know how they would worry about you."
My eyes turned cold instantly. I really didn't want to mention those two people. They finally left in the past few days, but now I still feel a lot of discomfort when I mention them. "I don't need them to worry." In the final analysis, the traces
Bu Keigo is still a standard filial son, but I am not. I have no concept of relatives, so I don't have that kind of emotion.
Um...did I say something wrong? Atobe looked at me blankly.
"Okay, how about I only hit one ball?" I took the racket from Cilang's hand and turned it around in my hand. It seemed to fit well. Since I only hit one ball, the ball shouldn't be too powerful.
Just type it out casually.
"Atobu, can you let Xiao Qianye fight with me?" Cilang immediately volunteered and said.
Atobu's eyes fell on me, and then on Cilang, "Cilang, don't be careless." Atobu knew my strength, and if Cilang was careless because of his injury, he would most likely die without a complete body.
Since there is only one ball, it is my turn to serve and see if Cilang can catch my serve.
The ball lightly touched the ground in my hand, and then returned to my hand. What kind of ball should I use? I was still thinking about it. Cilang would definitely hit the outswing serve. As for Feng's serve, forget it.
Most people can’t type it out,
In this case, Cilang, don't blame me. Suddenly I threw the ball, and then my body suddenly leaned back. I gripped the racket suddenly, and then after the racket touched the ball, it rushed out at an extremely fast speed.
So fast. This was the thought of everyone present. Their vision could hardly keep up with the path of the ball.
'Bang' After the ball touched the ground, it did not bounce, but rushed over at a very fast speed. It was a bit like Tannhäuser's serve, but this ball was not as powerful as Tannhäuser's serve, but a softer force, because I used the power
Used to make the ball rotate.
"One...one goal determines the victory...win or lose! Atobe wins!" Renzu was shaking a little as he spoke. He didn't expect that this shot would be so powerful? And it seemed to have even less flaws than Atobe's Tannhäuser serve.
"Can I enter the tennis club?" I handed the racket back to Jirou who was stunned, and then I turned around and looked at Atobe.
"Well, when you come back from training, you will be a member of the tennis club." Although Atobe was also surprised, he knew the power of this kid's skills, so he was not as surprised as those guys.
"That's amazing! Xiao Qianye, how did you hit the ball?" Cilang pounced again. I looked at him speechlessly. If this continues, I really won't be able to grow any taller.
"Isn't this Tannhäuser's serve?" Xiang Ri was also dumbfounded.
Seeing that his team members became so stupid just because of a serve, Atobe suddenly got angry, "That's enough, put away your ungrateful expressions and start training!"
As Atobe's younger brother, I am still very privileged. I sat on a bench not far from the stadium and watched the group of passionate teenagers struggling with their sweat. In fact, Atobe currently doesn't know that they can participate in the national competition.
, since my junior high school career is almost over, how can these people still treat tennis with such enthusiasm? What is so good about tennis?
Picking up a tennis ball next to me, I looked at it carefully, but I still had no clue. What did such a small tennis ball contain? Or was it just a point that Lao Xu set in his own world? But I always felt that
This world is too real, so real that it contains everything. But when I am in this world, am I not real, or is this world not real, or is it just my wishful thinking?