"It's finally here, the singles match between Kamishiro Ai and Yamabuki Ace." The main selectors from the major national middle schools, who were almost drowsy on the sidelines, cheered up.
"Qingchun Qianshi, nicknamed lucky Qianshi, likes to talk about luck. He once passed the youth trials and has excellent dynamic strength. His specialty is a high-RBI tiger cannon." Qian opened the notes and found information about Qianshi. He slowly Slowly.
"But because he believed too much in luck, his strength growth rate was not satisfactory." Liu Renji added.
"But he is still Yamabuki's strongest singles player."
"Oh, I didn't expect this guy to be the first singles player. I'm really unlucky." Qianshi grabbed the tennis string and complained. In his sight, Jindai Ai was already standing on the playing field, and a feeling of suffocation came to his face.
"This guy is so scary." He tightened his grip on the tennis string.
"Go ahead, Qianshi, we must have a wonderful game." Currently, Yamabuki is already 0-4 behind and is certain to go out in the first round, so the main players are feeling relaxed.
"Let them see how powerful our mountains are."
"Give it a try."
Under the expectant eyes of his friends, Qianshi walked into the venue scratching his head.
"Lucky Sengoku, I heard that you are very lucky, so let me see it." Kamishiro Ami looked at Qianshi with a smile, holding the tennis racket in his hand and facing the ground: "Head or tail?"
"Commander of Fudomine, Kamishiro Ai, I heard that your tennis is very dangerous, please be merciful. I'll choose the right one."
"Whoa." The tennis racket began to spin and then landed.
"Positive." Jindailan picked up the tennis racket: "It seems that you are really lucky. I hope your luck can help you win the game."
After saying that, Jindailan showed a malicious smile.
Does the metaphysical attribute of luck really exist and can it even affect a game?
Ever since watching the anime, Kamishiro Blue has become deeply curious about Sengoku's lucky attributes.
When both sides stand still, the referee announces the start of the game.
"Fudomine's chief, Kamishiro Ami, is good at football skills and defeated Fuji Shusuke 6-0." Kamishiro Ami's information flashed in Sengoku's mind.
He believed that his strength was not as good as Fuji's. Even Fuji's defeat was so miserable, and he was definitely not much better.
"I'm so lucky, maybe I can find his weakness." Qianshi's eyes became cold and he threw the ball high.
When the tennis ball landed at a certain height, he swung the racket.
The moment the tennis ball flew out, he ran towards the net.
Because he understands that if he wants to score, he must be surprised.
He has excellent insight, and may be able to predict the direction of the ball based on Shendailan's movements, so that he can take the initiative.
"The way he swung the racket." There was a slight afterimage of his arm in his sight, which made his eyes tired and stinging. Before Qianshi could react, the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground could be heard next to him.
"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and hit his feet and flew out of the field.
"15-0."
"You'd better stay at the bottom line and play with me." Under the sun, Jindai Lan showed a harmless smile.
Why did he let me stay on the bottom line?
Qianshi looked solemn and returned to the tee point with doubts in his heart.
"Papa." The entire venue was silent except for the sound of Qianshi hitting the tennis ball.
What's going on? Why are my hands trembling?
Qianshi Qingchun had beads of sweat on his forehead, pursed his lips, and had a hint of fear in his eyes.
Am I afraid?
"Kamidailan, really looks like a god of death. Just standing here as an audience, I feel like I want to escape." Qian took a deep breath to calm down the unrest in his heart and murmured.
"This is the murderous intent of a tennis player. It's hard to imagine what kind of pressure Sengoku is under when he goes head-to-head with Kamidai Ami." Yanagi Renji added.
Even if Yamabuki has been defeated, I will still show my style in the last game, and everyone will be watching.
Can't hold back anymore! !
Qianshi's eyes became firm and he threw the ball.
The ball was thrown very high, causing screams from the sidelines.
If a person moves his body's center of gravity backward before throwing the ball, the thrown ball will naturally fly behind him.
so.
Throwing a tennis ball too high may result in deformed posture or even a bad serve.
"Huh." Amid many puzzled looks, Qianshi jumped up high, raised the tennis racket in his right hand, and slammed it down like a smash.
"boom."
The tennis ball seemed to explode with a shock wave when it collided with the racket, and then shot away like a cannonball towards Jindai Lan.
"Throw the tennis ball hard, jump up when the ball is at the highest point, and hit the ball in the form of a smash. In this way, the ball will not only have power and speed, but also part of the body's strength. This kind of serve can be understood as a heavy cannon style. Serve, and a weaker person wouldn’t be able to hit back.”
"At the beginning, he was selected into the Neon Youth Team based on this skill." Gan slowly explained.
But does this serve really work against Jindailan?
The answer is obviously no.
The moment the ball hit the ground and bounced, a red tennis racket was quietly imprinted on its inevitable trajectory.
"Bang." The tennis ball immediately flew back towards the path it came from.
Qianshi didn't hesitate, and immediately rushed towards the ball, took a big step, stepped on the ground hard, and swung out with his right arm.
When the ball entered the racket, the force it came from was not as strong as he imagined, but rather weak.
"What's going on?" With this question, Qianshi hit the ball back, but saw Jindailan already standing loosely, waiting for the ball to arrive.
"Qianshi, let me see how lucky you are."
Kamishiro Ai took a step back, raised the racket with his right hand slightly, and pulled it out hard in a cutting position.
"Whoa." The tennis ball headed towards Qianshi's half of the court at a low angle.
"Is this the phoenix returning to its nest?" Qianshi, who had seen the video, immediately recognized the striking posture of the Goddess Blue.
"The ball won't bounce when it hits the ground. It will go forward along the ground, so the only way is to hit back before it hits the ground!" Qianshi stepped forward, his body carrying a phantom, and before the tennis ball hit the ground, he swung the racket accurately.
"Tsk." The tennis ball spun wildly. Under Qianshi's stunned gaze, it passed through a strange angle, passed over his face, and flew high into the sky.
"15-0." The referee's voice was slightly trembling.
"Did the ball bounce off the racket towards the face?" Qianshi's eyes widened and he stroked his face with lingering fear, feeling a slight stinging sensation there.
"Hey, you seem to be really lucky. The ball didn't hit your face." Jindailan's rather surprised voice reached his ears.
When playing this cool volley, Jindai Ami deliberately applied a spin that was almost to the side of his face.
The probability of this ball hitting the face should be over 80%.
However, the ball passed by grazing Qianshi's face.
Thousand Stones of Luck is indeed worthy of its reputation.
Following the creed of scientific verification, Jindailan plans to continue testing the mystery of Qianshi's luck.
"It's really interesting. Hurry up and serve." Jindai Lan returned to the previous position with the racket and said gently.
"Does this guy regard the competition as a game?" Qianshi stroked his face blankly and felt shuddering.
(End of chapter)
