Chapter 64: Two Brand‑New Doubles No. 2

Budongfeng also changed its formation.

The two sides' players stood at the net, and Yiwu Shen Si's appearance made Da Shi's heart sink.

Having Gan Zhen Zhi and He Cun Long face off was originally meant to target the pair Sen Chende and Neicun Jingjie, but unexpectedly Yiwu Shen Si appeared as a new variable.

"Don't worry, Ah Gan will definitely have a way."

Kikumaru said without any doubt, Gan Zhen Zhi has helped everyone a lot during his time as a coach assistant, so he has great trust in Gan Zhen Zhi.

"The match begins, with Budongfeng Middle School serving first."

Standing at the baseline, Yiwu Shen Si scanned the two people with his eyes, focusing on He Cun Long, who was receiving the serve.

His aura was strong.

But the many little motions in preparing to return the ball revealed a lack of match experience, just as He Cun Long's knee bent slightly.

A flash of sharp light appeared in Yiwu Shen Si's eyes.

"There's a flaw!"

He instantly tossed the tennis ball upward, bent his body to store energy, and swung his arm forcefully.

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew fast and accurately toward He Cun Long's half, striking the bottom corner of the receiving area, then bouncing high and flying out.

"Budongfeng Middle School leads, 15-0!"

A faint ball mark instantly appeared within the corner, looking especially glaring.

"What a decisive serve!"

Replaying that ball in his mind, Gan Zhen Zhi felt a flash of surprise.

He had actually seized the instantaneous shift in balance and used an extremely fast flat shot that left He Cun Long unable to defend.

Seeing this, Gan Zhen Zhi silently raised Yiwu Shen Si's threat level by one tier.

Next ball, change positions.

Yiwu Shen Si remained unruffled, walked straight to the left-side serving spot, and his gaze fell on Gan Zhen Zhi, who had already returned to the backcourt.

This guy was clearly different.

His breath was steady, no flaw could be found in his stance, and he couldn't produce another ACE like before.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Yiwu Shen Si heightened his vigilance, gently pressed the tennis ball on the ground a few times, and after finding the feel,

Swish!

He tossed the ball and drew his racket; before the tennis ball touched the ground, he leapt, slightly rotated his wrist, and the racket face flipped outward.

Boom!

A swift yellow flash shot out, landed steadily on the inner side of the outer corner, generating fierce friction on the ground and bouncing outward against reason.

"There it is, Yiwu Shen Si's side‑spin serve!"

The Budongfeng students in the audience shouted quickly; as cheerleaders, they already fully understood their own player's special move.

Is a point coming?

Amid their expectant expressions, Gan Zhen Zhi suddenly shifted to the left, his racket appearing steadily in front of the tennis ball, intercepting it.

Boom!

The tennis ball instantly flew back, and Gan Zhen Zhi's lips moved slightly.

"Side‑spin left‑tilt angle, moving outward 15 centimeters"

Then the lenses of his black‑rimmed glasses flashed sharply.

"Aaron, right baseline topspin pull!"

Sure enough, just as he expected.

A fierce topspin ball was slantedly pulled out by Sen Chende, and the tennis ball sped to the right corner of the baseline.

The angle was tricky, the speed swift.

But thanks to Gan Zhen Zhi's warning, He Cun Long had already been waiting.

With Gan Zhen Zhi's help over this period, he could now control his force, though his precision still lacked.

But while ensuring force, getting the ball in bounds was still no problem.

His eyes blazed with fire, muscles slightly bulged, he swung the racket powerfully with both hands, shouting loudly.

"Flaming surge!"

Boom!

A scorching breath swept across the net's air, as if the tennis ball wrapped in flames was fiercely struck out.

Sen Chende was slightly stunned; he hadn't expected such timely counter‑defense.

But despite the surprise, his footwork didn't stop; he rushed toward the incoming ball, extending his racket toward the landing spot.

Yet the next instant, his expression changed abruptly, and a huge force suddenly surged.

The racket instantly slipped from his hand, and the yellow tennis ball easily pierced the baseline, its momentum like a rainbow.

"15-15!"

Looking at the racket on the ground, Sen Chende was startled: "He's a power‑type player like Shitian."

Yiwu Shen Si gave Gan Zhen Zhi a deep look.

"That familiar feeling again—Information Tennis?"

Outside the court.

Guan Yue Chu stared at the towering Gan Zhen Zhi on the court, pondering.

If memory serves, when gathering Budongfeng intelligence, this guy seemed to have appeared nearby; even on the day Sheng Lu Dao Fu faced Budongfeng, his figure was seen in a corner.

"So that's how it is."

I didn't expect that the several matches I meticulously planned would have their fruits taken by someone else, and even my own match became his intelligence data.

A hint of cold light flashed in Guan Yue Chu's eyes, his expression as cold as ice.

"Guan Yue, what's wrong?"

Red Marsh asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, I'm just cheering on Seigaku, hehe~"

Guan Yue Chu gritted his teeth with hatred and sneered.

Boom!

The tennis ball landed on the court, and this time He Cun Long behaved; before returning the ball he made no unnecessary motions, honestly sending it back, then shifted position as Gan instructed.

The returned tennis ball wasn't moving very fast.

Sen Chende's peripheral eyes swept over Yiwu Shen Si's movements; the instant the ball fell, his swing slowed, gently pulling upward toward the sky.

Bang!

"What a chance!"

Seeing the high, arcing tennis ball, He Cun Long leapt.

Boom!

A burst rang out in the air; He Cun Long landed confidently, and the smash was executed smoothly.

"Well played, Senior He!" Peach City Wu waved his arm and shouted, and Sea Hall Xun also silently clenched his fist to cheer for He Cun Long.

But Bu Er slightly frowned, feeling a strange sensation rise in his heart upon seeing Yiwu Shen Si's movements.

That is...

The tennis ball thundered down heavily from the sky.

"Brown Bear Net!"

A cold voice sounded beside the ears of the Seigaku crowd.

Suddenly, a black silhouette abruptly appeared at the spot where the tennis ball was falling.

Under Bu Er's astonished gaze, Yiwu Shen Si faced away from the net, his racket whirling sharply, precisely catching the smash, then he lifted it forcefully upward.

The piercing white light crossed over Gan Zhen Zhi and He Cun Long's heads, landing steadily at the baseline.

"How could that be?!" Chrysanthemum Ball shouted in astonishment.

The others also displayed incredulous expressions, except for Ice Emperor's Ren Zu You Shi, who today again witnessed Yiwu Shen Si execute Brown Bear Net.

Is this move that easy to learn?!

Jiecheng Wu smiled faintly, everything within his grasp.

I have long said that Shen Si is a genius of Budongfeng, and as a genius, it's not at all surprising that he can unleash Brown Bear Net.

"Are you sure you've gathered enough of my intelligence?"

At the net, Yiwu Shen Si calmly asked Gan Zhen Zhi, whose gaze was flickering.

Gan Zhen Zhi was startled in his heart, lifted the slipping glasses frame with his left hand, and said nothing.

His intelligence tennis had just begun, but Yiwu Shen Si already turned it against him.

(End of chapter)