Chapter 48: The Power of Information Tennis

Guan Yue Chu tosses the ball up, delivering a serve with a sharp, tricky angle.

Bang!

The pale‑yellow ball trace draws a graceful arc, landing precisely on the inner‑corner line.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball rushes in at high speed; Yiwu Shen Si remains unhurried, his footwork springs forward, and as his body twists he swings the racket naturally, effortlessly intercepting the ball.

The lifted deep‑blue strands of hair reflect in Guan Yue Chu's eyes; Yiwu Shen Si's return motion is etched in his mind, and he murmurs softly.

"A slightly low pull on the right, angle 30°"

Bang!

At the instant the ball hits the ground, Guan Yue Chu's racket slashes downward, cutting the rebounded ball away.

A very delicate ball style.

Seeing this beautiful slice, Yiwu Shen Si's assessment of Guan Yue Chu rises another notch.

One leaf reveals deep autumn; a single spot reveals the whole leopard.

Guan Yue Chu's serve and the recent sliced return are controlled with precise timing, force, and placement, far surpassing the players who appeared earlier for Sheng Lu Dao Fu.

Yiwu Shen Si steps forward with his right foot, bending his knee, flattening the racket face slightly, and twisting his shoulder and torso.

Swish!

The tennis ball spins downward, bouncing off the ground at a very low height.

"Before launching the attack, start with a underspin ball"

His lips part slightly, and Guan Yue Chu's figure darts forward, sweeping the racket from bottom to top.

The tennis ball flies over the net, just having landed.

Bang!

Yiwu Shen Si sidesteps left, opening a stance, and delivers a forehand strike.

"Then switch the rhythm with a topspin ball"

Watching the attack unfold as he expected, Guan Yue's mouth corners lift in a confident smile.

No rush; still need to verify further…

After the first two matches, Guan Yue Chu's confidence in the authenticity of the opponent's intelligence wavers.

But so far the match conditions still leave him very satisfied.

Bang!

Bang

The two clash on the court, and the opening point unexpectedly turns into a tug‑of‑war.

Until another powerful, aggressive topspin ball is struck by Yiwu Shen Si.

After touching the ground, the tennis ball darts out, rebounding with strong momentum.

Swish!

The light‑blue racket intercepts the tennis ball's flight path.

At the moment the ball collides with the racket, a strange tingling sensation spreads from Guan Yue Chu's palm.

Grip strength suddenly weakens, the racket angle shifts, and in haste he can only pull the racket out with the flow.

Above the court, a streak of yellow light shoots up and falls.

The referee sticks his head out, sees the line judge's flag arm raised vertically, and immediately calls the score.

"Out!"

"0‑15!"

"Continuously hitting balls with both topspin and backspin makes my arm muscles constantly subjected to a special force.

This is it."

Guan Yue Chu grasps his right hand, recalling the odd sensation he just felt, his eyes flicker.

"It appeared—Shen Si's 【Temporary Numbness】."

Off‑court, Shenwei Ming chuckles lightly, appearing very relaxed.

This move is extremely troublesome; the numbness lasts only a fleeting moment, but once the chance is seized, Shen Si will definitely cling to it.

Bang!

"0‑30!"

Bang!

"0‑40!"

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Yiwu Shen Si, 1‑0!"

"Both sides switch courts!"

In the next three points, Yiwu Shen Si continues the alternating topspin‑backspin style, causing Guan Yue Chu to experience temporary numbness at the moment of striking, thus scoring easily.

Even though his serve game was broken right at the start, Guan Yue Chu shows no sign of anxiety, only a faint increase in confidence.

"Serve from Budongfeng!"

A sharp glint flashes in Yiwu Shen Si's eyes.

Toss, leap, swing the racket!

The racket swings swiftly from the ball's upper‑right to lower‑left.

Bang!

A crisp crack sounds as the tennis ball gains intense side spin, producing violent friction on the ground after landing.

Tap tap

Guan Yue Chu crossed his feet, arrived early at the landing spot, and waited for the tennis ball to bounce.

But as he swung his racket, a yellow light beam shot up suddenly, swiftly striking his left cheek.

Swish!

The pale yellow ball image kept enlarging in Guan Yue Chu's eyes; he hastily turned his head to dodge, and the tennis ball kicked up a sharp wind that lifted his bangs.

"15-0!"

After the referee's voice fell, watching the figure walking to the other side to prepare to serve, Guan Yue Chu muttered.

"Is this Yiwu Shen Si's second killer move?"

"A slice serve, truly astonishing."

He lightly brushed his somewhat disheveled hair, covering the strange color in his eyes.

Bang!

"30-0!"

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School's Yiwu Shen Si, 2-0!"

"This move is indeed powerful; watching from the sidelines and experiencing it on the court are completely different feelings."

After being hit by four aces and losing the second game, Guan Yue Chu narrowed his eyes, his expression changing.

"But that's all there is to it."

Feeling the shift in momentum on the court, Yiwu Shen Si slightly raised his eyes, his spirit roused.

"Is it coming?"

Bang!

The tennis ball was struck from Guan Yue Chu's half at high speed, a yellow streak of light precisely landing on the center line.

In his view, the tennis court became a pitch-black world, while a few scattered light points around Yiwu Shen Si emitted light.

"And these are your blind spots."

Guan Yue Chu curled a confident smile.

After two games of probing, Yiwu Shen Si's data matched the previously gathered intelligence to a very high degree.

We can launch the attack now!

"The probability of hitting to the left is 72%."

Without looking at the incoming ball, he moved early to the left half; as the tennis ball came toward that direction, Guan Yue Chu swung his racket, and the ball flew back again.

Bang!

After landing, the tennis ball made a dull sound and pierced through the baseline.

"15-0!"

"The probability of feinting first, then rushing to the net is 92%."

Seeing the figure appear at the net, Guan Yue Chu smiled triumphantly, swinging his racket from low to high.

Bang!

A high lob at a large angle landed at the backcourt baseline.

"30-0!"

"With the racket angle lowered by 15°, the chance of hitting a slice is 96%."

Bang!

Guan Yue Chu instantly rushed to the net, violently swinging at the tennis ball that bounced extremely low.

"40-0!"

Bang!

"Game, Sheng Lu Dao Fu Xueyuan's Guan Yue Chu, 2-1!"

"Switch courts."

Looking at the ball mark on the ground, Yiwu Shen Si slightly furrowed his brows.

Is this the Information Tennis that Senior Jiecheng talked about?

Indeed, it's a bit troublesome to deal with.

"Are you doubting?"

As the two brushed past each other beside the court, Guan Yue Chu whispered a cold laugh into Yiwu Shen Si's ear.

"You've been completely seen through by me."

"Heh~"

A cold snort came from Yiwu Shen Si's nostrils, his face grim.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Guan Yue Chu's curled mouth stiffened at once, then he spoke in a sinister tone.

"I hope you can last a bit longer; I won't let you off easily."

Bang!

A strongly spinning slice serve was hit by Yiwu Shen Si; after landing, it shot up toward the left side!

"Heh, just need to change the hit timing, adjust position to the left, this serve can also be handled!"

Guan Yue Chu confidently returned the ball, fiercely swinging toward the landing point where light blossomed.

Bang!

"0-15!"