Chapter 176

Group B, Sitianbaosi.

"Vibration Ball, 18th Style!"

With a low roar, the muscles on his arms bulged layer by layer, Shitian Yin opened his eyes wide, his shiny head shining brightly in the sunlight, like a Vajra image.

Boom!

A yellow beam of light exuding terrifying vibrations pierced straight through the entire court; under this ball, the player from Nagoya Xingde was blown away directly, the shocking scene leaving the audience on the high platform dumbfounded.

"So... so amazing!"

Hoo...

After hitting the ball, Shitian Yin slowly retracted his stance, holding the racket with the web of his thumb, hands together, silently bowing to the Nagoya Xingde player who had been blown away.

He looked exactly like a peaceful monk, without a trace of the previous angry Vajra image.

"Game, Shitian Yin and Ren Zu Qian Ye of Sitianbaosi, 6-1!"

"Match over, Sitianbaosi wins, total score 2-0!"

Ping Gu Chang Lin shrugged indifferently, as if the person who had just snickered and knocked on the head with a racket wasn't him, then he swung his racket lightly, pointing obliquely at Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie, sneering.

Hoo...

Lifting his hands and feet, moving his body, the two took a deep breath.

The special doubles play style of Xiaochun and Yuci had already begun to show results; A-Yin and Qianye could rank among Japan's No. 1 power tennis and No. 1 speed tennis.

Although Cai Qian Guang had just started playing tennis, the talent he revealed was enough to make people look sideways.

Behind the two, Yiwu Shen Si squeezed a cold sweat for them in his heart.

The mockery failed, and instead, he was poked in the obesity problem he cared about most, and Ping Gu Chang was even snickering on the side. Tian Ren Zhi Hui broke his defense immediately.

"Stinky brat, what are you offering?"

"I just want to remind you not to do unnecessary things."

The match ended, and the audience on the sidelines immediately erupted into enthusiastic cheers.

Hearing this, Tian Ren Zhi Hui's angry expression stalled.

"Hmm, let's go!"

"What the heck, actually sending a shorty and a skinny monkey on court?!"

"Shenwei, let's go!"

Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie looked at each other, both seeing firm belief in each other's eyes.

"And, if it weren't for Budongfeng, you would still be suffering from Coach Zao Yi Nv's bitterness now."

"What are you doing?!"

"Behave yourself."

In front of the net, before the match had even started, Tian Ren Zhi Hui showed an arrogant face, his spit flying across the court.

Although he wanted to refute, Ping Gu Chang was indeed right; if it weren't for the incident Budongfeng caused last year, Bijia Guo Zhong might still be under Zao Yi Nv's control, and that guy was a complete bastard.

A cry of pain, Tian Ren Zhi Hui covered the back of his head, turning to glare at Ping Gu Chang Lin angrily.

However, this was also within reason; after all, when it came to grabbing people's attention, no matter how clever the tennis technique used was, how could it compare to directly blowing a player off the court?

"This level of speed and power is already Japan's No. 1 among middle school students, right."

"Sitianbaosi has waited too long..."

Looking at Bai Shi Cang Zhi Jie stepping onto the court, Yuan Zhe Ye put away his playful appearance, a different kind of expectation revealed in his gaze.

"Although I have to thank Budongfeng for making me much more relaxed.

Even though Yuan Zhe Ye showed powerful national-level strength in the previous match, winning the victory neatly and cleanly, he didn't receive such intense cheers.

Or rather, this generation of Sitianbaosi was all very reliable.

"Tian Ren, sure enough, everyone's point of view is the same!"

Seeing the scene getting a bit out of control, Ping Gu Chang Lin finally put away his snickering face, pulled out his racket calmly, and knocked it on Tian Ren Zhi Hui's head all at once.

While bursting out the dialect of the Okinawa region, he reached out to grab Shenwei Ming.

Hearing the cheers of the whole stadium, fingers playing lightly with the curly hair in front of his forehead, Yuan Zhe Ye couldn't help but show a pleasant smile; A-Yin and Qianye were indeed very reliable.

"Sitianbaosi! Sitianbaosi!"

Ping Gu Chang stretched and smiled lightly.

Although Shenwei Ming wasn't short, and Shitian Tie's robust and lean physique couldn't be considered thin, in front of Tian Ren Zhi Hui, who was as huge as a small mountain, the two suddenly appeared thin and small.

"Bai Shi, you lead everyone to sing all the way to the national championship!"

Glaring at Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie, Tian Ren Zhi Hui held back his stuffy anger and turned to walk toward the backcourt, leaving only Ping Gu Chang Lin in front of the net.

"Hmph."

Seeing his teammate being roasted, Ping Gu Chang Lin not only didn't help, but also added insult to injury on the side, happy to see Tian Ren get deflated.

And Bai Shi had long been entrusted with the future by him and Coach Watanabe; whether as a tennis player or serving as the president of Sitianbaosi, Bai Shi was worthy of the name 'Bible'.

Not provoked by this low-level provocation, Shenwei Ming glanced at Tian Ren Zhi Hui's oily face and refuted.

As if there was some difficult challenge waiting ahead, Shitian Tie's voice was loud, his gaze firm and heroic as he said.

"I'm telling you, you'd better lose some of the fat on your body!"

"However, I won't hold back because of that, you guys had better admit defeat early!"

"No need to be polite, just bring it on, who wins and who loses isn't certain yet~"

"One set decides the winner, Shenwei Ming of Budongfeng Middle School serves first!"

Slap. Slap.

Standing on the white baseline, Shenwei Ming pressed the tennis ball a few times, scanned the two opposite, his gaze lingering on Tian Ren Zhi Hui for a while longer.

"You start first!"

Swish!

His right shoulder sank, his left hand sent the tennis ball into the air, one foot stomped, his body leaned forward sideways.

Boom!

The moment the racket touched the tennis ball, the racket face brushed lightly.

A yellow light attacked rapidly, just falling randomly into the service area, the ball path very simple.

"Haha, you want to score with a serve like this?!"

The tennis ball landed, Tian Ren Zhi Hui had already appeared at the landing spot, like swatting a fly, proudly swinging his racket out with force.

However.

Swish. Pitter-patter.

A sound of the racket whistling, a sound of the tennis ball landing.

"What's going on?"

Tian Ren Zhi Hui remained in the posture of swinging the racket, stunned, his face showing surprise; there was no expected hitting feeling, the tennis ball seemed to fly straight through the racket face.

"Point to Shenwei Ming of Budongfeng Middle School, 15-0!"

Boom!

Smiling coldly, another ball attacked; Shenwei Ming didn't have the habit of explaining to the opponent.

Ping Gu Chang Lin stood motionless on the baseline, his eyes flashing with Shenwei Ming's brushing action when hitting the ball.

Immediately after.

Skr, skr...

His gaze shifted to the tennis ball rubbing against the ground, the tennis ball flashed and vanished, and a curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Pitter-patter!

Shenwei Ming's serve didn't encounter any obstruction, passing straight through the court to score.

"Point to Shenwei Ming of Budongfeng Middle School, 30-0!"

"What kind of ghost are you playing?"

Seeing Ping Gu Chang standing still, Tian Ren Zhi Hui asked with an unhappy face.

"I've already seen through his serve, the tennis ball's speed is different before and after bouncing."

Not bothering with the question of that stupid pig Tian Ren Zhi Hui, Ping Gu Chang Lin said with a light laugh.

"So, next time you receive the serve, you need to pay more attention to the speed of the tennis ball before and after bouncing, and change your swing timing based on this point."

"What kind of stuff?"

Tian Ren Zhi Hui scratched the back of his head, showing a clear and stupid look; although he didn't quite understand, he was too lazy to ask again, anyway, just do as told.

So he glanced at Shenwei Ming and turned to walk back to the baseline; under his heavy steps, the whole court seemed to be shaking.

"Just looked at the serve twice and found a way to crack this move..."

His eyes flickered slightly; although Ping Gu Chang didn't make any movements just now, the wild super-intuition made Shenwei Ming feel a faint threat.

This feeling that made his back feel cold was as if he had been stared at by a poisonous snake.

That aura...

Shen Si before the joint training was just like this.

Boom!

The tennis ball was thrown up suddenly, the racket swung down swiftly, and the tennis ball fell into the opponent's service area again.

"Talking so much, in short, it's just swinging the racket later!"

Watching the tennis ball land, Tian Ren Zhi Hui finally reacted to Ping Gu Chang Lin's meaning, not swinging the racket according to the normal rhythm, but focusing his gaze on the landing tennis ball.

Skr, skr, whoosh!

After a slight friction, the tennis ball shot out suddenly, its speed far exceeding that before landing; Tian Ren Zhi Hui didn't even have time to swing his racket before the tennis ball was already close to him.

"Heh, even if you know the cracking method, it's useless if you can't react."

Off the court, Neicun Jingjie pulled his cap brim; just looking at that fat guy's body type, he knew it was impossible for him to return this move...

However.

Tap, tap, tap!

"Haha, so this ball will suddenly speed up!"

Stomping his feet hard on the ground, Tian Ren Zhi Hui held the racket with both hands, his whole body instantly exploding backward by a body length; the space that was originally crowded with hands and feet suddenly had room for a return.

"Is that... Samba steps?"

Neicun Jingjie exclaimed in surprise.

Because there was a classmate in his class who danced Samba, he recognized the dance steps the opponent used immediately, but a look of disbelief and astonishment appeared on his face.

With such a fat body, he actually perfectly integrated Samba steps into tennis footwork, and was so agile?

"I'm going to attack!"

Boom!

At this moment, Tian Ren Zhi Hui showed agile footwork that didn't seem to belong to him, and his racket hit the tennis ball fiercely.

The power was great.

A circle of air waves appeared where the racket face and the tennis ball collided, and a white beam of light shot straight toward Shenwei Ming.

"Shorty, go to hell!"

Tian Ren Zhi Hui looked at Shenwei Ming ferociously; with your thin body, you want to receive my tennis ball?!

Boom!

Just when Tian Ren Zhi Hui thought he was going to score, a dull hitting sound came, making his proud expression stiffen instantly.

"Hmph, Shitian's tennis is much more powerful than yours!"

Holding the racket tightly with both hands, Shenwei Ming received this ball steadily.

The moment the violent impact was neutralized, the racket in his hand tilted slightly, and he pulled it forward with both hands with force.

Swish!

An extremely low arc flew toward the diagonal.