After the battle, some people were happy and some were sad.
Likewise, they were all so tired that they lay down on the grass without moving.
"Their physical strength is too poor. They have not even reached the average level of the Kanto-class. Akira Kamio's physical strength is even worse. Ishida Tetsu's strength is good. It is recommended to strengthen physical and strength training so that he can reach it quickly. Kanto level. Ibu Fukasaki is relatively balanced in all aspects. It is recommended to strengthen training in all aspects... At present, the strength of these elected members is a bit weak." The professional team immediately gave an analysis report.
Jindai Lan received the report, which contained the ratings of each player.
From F to S level, the potential of the players is basically B level or above. Distinctive players like Kamio Akira, Ishida Tetsu and Itake Fukaji have received A level evaluation.
"As long as they have a suitable stage, their strength can improve by leaps and bounds. But now they need to put in far more efforts than ordinary people." Jindai Lan took the report and walked towards the exhausted members.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Your performance is very good and I am deeply impressed." Jindailan said with a smile.
"However, everyone's shortcomings are still quite obvious. Compared with the main candidates of Hyotei and Tatekai Dai, there is a big gap."
Kamishiro Lan's words did not arouse dissatisfaction from others.
Because they also know that these are ugly truths.
"From now on, you will have similar battle matches on a regular basis. Each time the winner gets points, the points will be the key to becoming the main selection."
"Also during these two weeks you will receive customized training."
"Ibu Fukaji, follow me." Kamidaoran walked towards the sidelines.
Itake Fukaji suppressed the doubts in his heart and followed immediately.
"Is the minister looking for something to do with him? Isn't it coaching on football skills?" Looking at the two people leaving, the members were very curious.
"That guy Ibu defeated Kamio. He should be the strongest person now besides the minister and deputy minister."
"It seems that the position of singles three belongs to Iwu."
Listening to the discussion in his ears, Kamio's desire to win was aroused.
"I won't lose next time." Kamio thought in his heart.
"Don't read it. Instead of having time to talk about this, it's better to strengthen yourself quickly. Your performance in this battle match is very poor." Tachibana Jippei stood up, with a serious look on his face and exuded majesty, and the members suddenly fell silent.
.......
"Take the racket and play a game with me." Kamishiro Ai walked to the next court and threw a racket to Ibu Fukaji, while he picked up an ordinary racket.
Although Itake Fukaji still felt physically exhausted, he did not want to miss the rare opportunity to compete with the masters and walked to the court.
"Come on, serve." A tennis ball was slapped towards Itake Fukaji.
What does the minister want to do? Why are you suddenly fighting me?
Now I don't have much energy anymore.
Itake Fukaji suppressed the doubts in his heart, threw up the tennis ball, and pressed the tennis racket down hard.
"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a yellow beam and shot towards Kamidaoran.
"It's too slow. Press the racket down 10 degrees." Jindailan said loudly.
"The director is instructing me?" Ibu Fukaji followed Kamishiro Ai's instructions and hit back the flying ball.
"There are too many redundant moves, Iwu, do you know what's wrong with your tennis?" Kamidaoran said as he returned the ball easily and freely.
Hearing his words, Ibu Fukaji frowned slightly.
What's wrong with my tennis ball?
I'm not as fast as Kamio and not as strong as Ishida, but my skills surpass them.
I am a skill tennis player.
"Is it a skill?"
He ran to where the ball landed and directed the ball towards the other half of the court where Jindailan was.
"When tennis players have the same foundation, skills determine victory. A good technical foundation can help players understand winning skills."
Kamishiro Ai hits the ball to the opposite position of the court where Ibu Fukaji is.
Use the gap time between returning the ball to open the door.
"However, at this stage, you don't even have stable ball skills."
"I will soon master instant paralysis." Fukaji Itake ran to the other side, swung his racket, and struggled to hit the ball back.
"Soon? The regional competition is next month."
"The principle of instant paralysis is to use up and down spin to cause the opponent's muscles to atrophy. The success rate is not high, and it requires a long period of hitting as a basis."
"But in fact, as long as the return is fine-tuned according to the rotation of the ball, the success rate of instant paralysis can be greatly improved."
"Just like this ball, when you catch the ball, observe the spin of the ball. If the topspin lands forward, you can increase the spin by adjusting the position of the racket, like this."
Jindairan changed the angle of the racket and hit back, and the ball flew to the other side at a faster speed.
"Huchihuchi." Ibu Fukasa's dry physical strength made his legs as heavy as lead.
"Crack." When the ball collided with the racket, the powerful spin caused his expression to change suddenly.
Watch the ball spin as it comes and adjust your stance?
thin.
This is too detailed.
Itake Fukaji gritted his teeth and hit the ball back, but under the strong spin, the ball bounced out of the court.
Simply applying spin can make the ball difficult to return.
Is this the strength of the minister?
It's really scary.
Itake Fukaji looked at his right arm.
He was actually trembling slightly.
Could this be...
A guess appeared in his mind, and his expression became serious.
My body reacted to just a few balls?
No way?
"Drink!" Itake Fukaji jumped up and threw the ball, his eyes fixed on the ball.
This ball started the fight.
In just one minute, Itake Fukaji kept running on the court, while Kamishiro Ai on the opposite side stood calmly on the spot, easily hitting back the ball that flew in like a precise missile.
Itake Fukaji already understood.
By applying spin to the ball, Kamidai Ami causes the ball to fly towards the same place every time he hits back, thereby constantly consuming his own energy.
If he forcibly changes the direction of the return, the ball will only end up in the net or out of bounds.
After five minutes of repeated counterattacks, Jindai Blue once again put a far greater spin on the ball than before.
"This..." The moment Ibu Fukaji swung the racket, his muscles were paralyzed, his eyes widened, and he watched the ball fly past him in disbelief.
"Is this instant paralysis?" He gasped, using his racket to support his body.
From just now to now, Ibu Fukaji has been running around like a puppet on strings.
Facing Jindailan's ball, he was like a lost dog, with no other option but to let it control him.
While fighting back, he also deeply felt the spin exerted by Jindailan.
"The top spin and back spin are amazingly perfect. The scariest thing is that if I engage in a protracted battle, I will never be able to last twenty minutes, and my arm muscles may be injured."
"Is this instant paralysis of the complete body?"
Itake Fukaji picked up the tennis ball with a complicated expression.
Anyone who sees his or her skills in a more perfect form in the hands of others will feel disappointed.
"Instant paralysis is a good skill, but it is far from your end." Jindailan picked up the tennis ball and patted it gently.
"Watch it, Yiwu, this is your goal."
