"I won this point." The corners of Baishi's mouth raised subconsciously.
However, the next moment, the smile froze.
In the sight, Kamishiro Ami, who was originally on the baseline, appeared in the front half in the blink of an eye and hit the ball back with a freehand swing.
"30-0." When the ball passed through and the breeze blew up his sleeves, Shiraishi suddenly realized that he had lost a point.
"Hey, do you feel your own powerlessness? It's like watching the breeze."
Looking at Jindai Lan who was looking at him with a smile after taking the photo, Shiraishi felt indescribable pressure rushing towards his face, as if he was suffocating.
"So strong." He murmured softly, subconsciously grabbing the racket, veins popping out.
"It's too fast. What kind of pace is that? I didn't see it at all." Naniwa Star Nanizu Ken of Shitenhoji Temple couldn't help but make an incredible sound.
As he was growing taller at a faster rate, he couldn't figure out how Kamdailan appeared in the opposite corner.
"This is not Okinawa. To be precise, Okinawa is not that fast."
If it is a shot in the front and back half, Okinawa's fast pace can give the illusion of teleportation.
But Shiraishi hit the ball diagonally from the front and back half, so no matter how fast he ran, it was impossible to catch up.
After all, there is a limit to human speed.
But all this was broken by this ball.
"That's a pace I've never seen before, but I believe that this pace consumes a lot of physical strength. It shouldn't be used a few times in a game." Watanabe thought.
"Now if Shiraishi wants to break the game, he must show the skills to deal with that pace, otherwise his rhythm will always be suppressed."
For a tennis player, rhythm is crucial.
Those who master the rhythm can hit stronger balls with less physical exertion.
The opponent often needs greater expenditure to fight back.
.......
"what to do?"
Shiraishi bent his knees and stared at the relaxed Jindai Aoi.
My foundation is not as good as his, and I can't catch the rhythm. If I continue to play like this, I will lose.
For the first time in his life, Shiraishi felt powerless and defeated.
This feeling was something I never felt before when I was defeated by Yukimura.
Because the other party crushed him in the field he was best at.
It even gave him the idea of "whether my tennis philosophy is correct?"
For a tennis player, the consequences of losing self-confidence are serious.
"Drink!" Shiraishi's eyes narrowed and he threw the ball again, still in perfect posture.
"Bang." The tennis ball exploded at the same speed as before.
Obviously, Shiraishi's psychological adjustment ability is also top-notch.
"Faced with the same basic tennis, there are too many ways to deal with it." Jindailan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and hit back with the same perfect forehand. At the same time, he used one foot to jump to the other side.
"Use magic to defeat magic, this is my favorite method." While chuckling, Jindailan whipped the ball that came again to the other side of Shiraishi's half.
"So fast!" The sudden increase in speed made Shiraishi's breathing and steps a little messy, and even his perfect posture had flaws.
Under the continuous accelerating offensive, Shiraishi was obviously struggling to parry.
Although his basic tennis skills are round and perfect, he can handle a ball in the most perfect way at any time.
but.
After Kamidai Arai picked up speed with one-legged steps, cracks appeared in Shiraishi's Bible Tennis ball.
"It's the same one-legged step, but Shiraishi can't resist it at all. This Fudomine boss is so strong." The funny duo who had been laughing and joking stopped smiling.
"Although Shiraishi's foundation is very solid, the opponent obviously has a stronger foundation. For Shiraishi, this is definitely an extremely painful game." Chitose couldn't help but sigh.
"This is the flaw of biblical tennis. When the opponent's foundation is much higher than your own, a series of disadvantages will occur. Shendailan's tennis is too strong. He has transcended the realm of junior high school students and moved towards a higher level. For Shiraishi, the importance of this game does not lie in the result, but in this painful and painful process, whether he can understand his future path." Watanabe pressed the straw hat on his head, Showing a rare solemn expression.
"40-0."
Shiraishi stopped, turned to look at the point where he lost points, quietly clenched his racket, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"Damn it, at least I have to score one point." Before Shiraishi noticed, his goal had quietly changed to scoring one point.
He served again, and the magnetic voice of Jindailan sounded in the court.
"Play perfect tennis with a solid foundation, with balanced development of speed, strength, endurance, spirit and technique. This style of play can ensure that you have comprehensive abilities and will not have obvious weaknesses, but... ..." Jindailan had already reached the landing point while speaking, raised the racket, and his arms bulged with smooth muscles.
"You don't have the ability to kill a game. Being too balanced means mediocrity."
"Your Bible Tennis is so mediocre, Shiraishi."
"Bang." Under Shiraishi's shocked gaze, the ball turned into a beam of light at a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, instantly piercing through half the court.
"Chi chi chi." The tennis ball was firmly embedded in the barbed wire, plumes of smoke emitted, and a scorched ball mark was left on the tennis court.
"Game, 1-0, God's Generation Blue leads."
"Is my tennis mediocre?" Shiraishi wiped the sweat from his head, his eyes a little confused, and he switched courts like a puppet.
"Have you lost your fighting spirit? Then wallow in defeat and retreat." Jindailan served the ball mercilessly.
"15-0."
"If you feel that you are very sad, just unlock the seal on your arm. Maybe you can lose more decently." Jindailan said softly with a calm face.
"30-0."
Shiraishi stood there and let the ball slide by.
"It's too much. He doesn't even know how hard the minister works." The main candidates of Shitenhoji Temple couldn't stand it anymore. They didn't want to just watch Shiraishi being humiliated, and even wanted to rush into the venue.
"Shut up, don't affect the game." Watanabe's eyes turned cold and he scolded: "This is a game that may affect Shiraishi's life. You have to watch it. The game is not over yet!"
Under Watanabe's rare harshness, the main candidates suppressed their inner anger.
Watanabe looked at the game solemnly and murmured to himself: "This feeling is very uncomfortable. Let him see your tennis ball, Shiraishi!"
...
"Facing a more powerful opponent, my tennis is simply vulnerable." Shiraishi closed his eyes, feeling pain in his heart.
"I have worked hard for several years to embark on this path, but today I was completely rejected?"
If the foundation he has accumulated now is a river, then the foundation of God Generation Blue is a sea with no end in sight.
"But, my tennis is not mediocre." Shiraishi opened his eyes and slowly raised his head.
"40-0." The tennis ball passed by, Jindailan scored again, but Shiraishi's expression was calm.
Others also saw that something seemed to have changed in Baishi at this moment.
"There is nothing wrong with a balanced and comprehensive tennis style, but it is too rigid." A look of understanding flashed in Shiraishi's eyes.
"Make effective adjustments according to the situation, gather the advantages of other people's styles, and focus on yourself."
Shiraishi's eyes lit up and his momentum surged.
"Have you regained your fighting spirit? It's interesting. I hope you can hold on for a while." Seeing Shiraishi's change, Jindailan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and chuckled.
