ghost princess prince of tennis

"It's amazing, it's really similar to Sampras." Hiroshi Wakato, who was watching the game in the stadium, praised with his hands in his pockets.Not only the movements, but even the habits are imitated exactly the same.

"The Hewitt just imitated it perfectly." After listening to Buer's words, Gan said in agreement.Suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Ji Xuetong and said: "You said last time when you were competing with the Ice Empress that you are also an imitation player. What do you think of his imitation?"

As he asked, he took a pen and prepared to record something in his notes.For Ji Xuetong, who is also an imitation player, to evaluate the imitation type Hiroshi Wakato, the evaluation must be worth recording.

Being asked such a question, Ji Xuetong was a little at a loss. He didn't know anything about Hewitt or Sampras. "Well, it's impossible to do it without some practice." Listen They said that the imitation was perfect, so she will make a better evaluation...

After listening to Ji Xuetong's evaluation, Gan didn't speak, and looked at Ji Xuetong quietly, the glasses mirrored the light, and Ji Xuetong looked guilty for a while, even though he still looked arrogant on the surface, "Why, I Did you say something wrong?"

Pushing her glasses, "No, there's nothing wrong, that's true." Although what she said is correct, but with her personality, it should be impossible for her to say such a thing, even though Ruorenhong's imitation skills are really good. Awesome, she would lose a few words like this, but now...

At this time, on the court, Haitang seemed to be gradually adapting to Peter Sampras' style and counterattacked.Of course, Wakatohiro also felt this sense of oppression, and began to consider a new style suitable for playing against Kaitang.

"I've already chosen a style that suits you very well." Pointing at Kaitang with the racket, he suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Transform." After saying that, his eyes immediately changed to another person, and he spoke in another way. A style quickly took a point from Haitang.

"Damn it, what is that guy? He keeps changing over there." Eiji Kikumaru pointed at the court angrily and cursed loudly. Indeed, if you meet this kind of opponent, even if you are not irritable, you will have difficulty concentrating. concentrate.

The female reporter beside her looked at Ruo Renhong's new style in a daze, "This style is..."

Dashi frowned and replied: "This time it's Agassi." It's tricky to change the style every round.

"Andrew Agassi, the high-speed serve is almost useless to him, and the return is also a genius. A simple strike can also exert miraculous power." Gan was explaining in detail.

However, this doesn’t matter to Ji Xuetong, because she doesn’t know these top tennis players at all. For her, she is just admiring different styles of tennis. “It’s fine, as long as you win the game.”

That's what I said, but at this time, Ruo Renhong was a "ball-returning genius", and he easily hit back Kaitang's viper ball, while Kaitang was completely suppressed by his opponent.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm thinking about which style is more suitable for you." After a round, Ruo Renhong was thinking about which player's style he should change to, and at this time Gan asked Ji Xuetong again.

"Which opponent do you think he will replace?"

Sure enough, something was suspected, "If it were me, I would imitate Haitang, because it would be more interesting." After saying that, he turned and left, waving his hand, "I'm a little tired after watching the game for a long time, I'll go to rest first, don't worry, I will hurry up Came back before my game."

If you don't leave, I'm afraid there will be more problems waiting for you.

(ps: Players like Andrew Agassi of Wang Wang also exist in real life. If the heroine knows, the world will be messed up, so forgive me for writing this.)