lost narrative poem

Chapter 213 Cruel Angel's Program of Action (Fog

"...pretending to be a ghost."

Yumiko Miura curled her lips, turned around and picked up the tennis ball: "I don't believe you can really block them all, even if you can, when your physical strength is not enough..."

"As it happens, I thought so too."

Xia Ran had the same expression on his face as a hero.

"Hey! Let me tell you, do you have a sense of proportion... If it's really not good, let's give up, there is nothing to be ashamed of." Yukinoshita was obviously not at ease, and directly pulled his sleeve beside him , whispered in his ear.

Her face was close in front of her eyes, and the fragrance on her body could be smelled, Xia Ran subconsciously took half a step back, turned her face away and quickly replied:

"That... measure? Of course I have it, don't worry, I won't kill those two people with a sonic ball..."

There is no doubt about this question at all, he is definitely a very measured person, he is just playing tennis, and he will definitely not kill him.

"Really? That's good... Do you think I will say that? Who told you this!"

Yukinoshita sighed as if surrendering, and looked at the opposite side——

"There are two people on the other side. You are still blindfolded. Even if you can hear the voice, you will be exhausted..."

"Hmph, Hayato, you don't need to intervene, I'll do it myself..." Miura Yuiko snorted coldly, and said with a mockery, "After all, it takes two people to bully a blind man. It's hard to compliment..."

Although he has a bad attitude, he is really a simple idiot.

Hayama Hayato smiled wryly again, looked this way apologetically, and then retreated to the edge of the field with the racket.Yukinoshita frowned, hesitated for a moment, and still made the same move.

Next, Yumiko Miura didn't waste any time, she threw the ball up and was ready to serve with a very ugly face.

To be honest, she was really in a bad mood. She always felt that this time she was completely defeated from the beginning to the end. Although it seemed that she had won the final victory now, she was dragged down by two people. Xue Nai's stamina bar was the result.

Before that, she and Hayama Hayato were the result of being unilaterally suppressed and beaten...

And after Yukinoshita was unable to participate in the battle, the only thing left on the opposite side was a nasty ghost who seemed to have problems with his eyes. response.

In addition, this guy seems to know the layout of the tennis court very well, and his grasp of the distance and direction is still amazing, so he can move freely with his eyes blindfolded.

However, this does not change the fact that she is playing tennis with a blindfolded person, and the whole scene looks like she is filming a Guinness World Record challenge.

Even if she wins, she wins by force, which makes Yumiko Miura feel extremely aggrieved, but if she just leaves like this, she will still be extremely aggrieved... It seems that no matter what, she didn't start from the snow today. The joy of winning a game back there is nothing but aggrieved or aggrieved.

So, let's end this farce as soon as possible!

Under the swing of the racket, the tennis ball swayed like an afterimage, pressing straight towards the boundary line at the edge of the field. Yumiko Miura's technical skills are good, and she can always control the landing point of the ball just right.

It's just that Xia Ran had already expected that he would take two steps in three steps, and then moved over, and with a strong swing of the racket, he sliced ​​the tennis ball back beautifully!

"...!!"

Although it is not as exaggerated as the sonic ball, but the strength is also very strong and the speed is very fast. Miura Yuko almost missed the whole body when she flew out, and she handed out the racket at the last moment. Kankan hit the ball back.

Then, she glared angrily at the boy opposite: "Do you want a quick fix? It's a pity that this won't work. You can only exhaust your physical strength faster..."

"You don't have to worry about that, Miura-san." Xia Ran smiled slightly, and with a smooth swing of the racket, she sliced ​​the tennis ball back in front of him beautifully!

"Shut up! What is it! It's not Miura!" The girl instinctively blurted out, retorting fiercely!

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"Okay, classmate San..." Xia Ran was stunned for a moment, then changed his words with a smile.

The scene suddenly became silent for a while, everyone had weird faces, even Hayama Hayato seemed to be holding back a smile, he could only turn his face away to prevent Miura from seeing his expression, but his shoulders were constantly shaking. trembling.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

I don't know who in the crowd first let out the uncontrollable laughter, so the people around couldn't help it too, as if they were infected, the giggling laughter echoed throughout the tennis court.

——The scene is full of cheerful air.

"Die to me—!!"

Miura Yumiko's expression became particularly terrifying, as if she was an evil spirit, she gritted her teeth eeriely and burst out such a sentence.

However, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Even if she exploded into a powerful fighting force driven by anger, it can't stop the rhythm of the field from falling into someone's control.

Back and forth, after playing more than a dozen balls back and forth, Miura Yuiko suddenly discovered a shocking fact——

The opponent has been standing in the center of the opposite field, but I have to do my best to run back and forth...

Every shot I hit will return right in front of the opponent, and the opponent can easily swing back with just a lift of the arm, and every shot the opponent hits is extremely tricky.

He seems to have pinpointed the speed and angle, always hitting the tennis ball to a specific position, forcing himself to barely catch up, and there is no time to exert any control on the ball except for swinging the racket back.

In addition, Xia Ran seems to be deliberately controlling the rotation direction of the ball. For example, when Yumiko Miura is on the right, he will cut the ball to the far left.Because even if Miura Yumiko caught up, she could only just swing the ball back and couldn't do anything more. The rotation force of the ball was still to the left, so it just happened to return to Xia Ran's body again.

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The surrounding crowd gradually quieted down. I don't know how many people's eyes widened, as if they saw an incredible scene.

Some people don't know how to play tennis, so they also know that if the control is strong enough, when practicing against the wall, a person can indeed accurately control the landing point of each ball bounced back to his feet.

But that was against a wall, and now in front of their eyes, it seemed that a certain ruthless person was hitting the person opposite him like a wall.

After controlling the rhythm, the speed, strength, spin, landing point, etc. of the tennis ball are fully planned, forcing the opponent to catch the ball every time, return the ball according to a certain line, and then enter this kind of repetition .

And if you are unable to interrupt the rereading, you will be controlled to death by such a system... One person just needs to stand in the middle and raise his arms and swing the racket, while the other has to run back and forth in the whole field, exhausting himself. Know what to expect.

but……

Not to mention the practical operation of this kind of thing, they have never thought about it even in theory. Is it really possible?What a superb control ability is required, and how many things must be calculated at the same time!

Many people suddenly began to doubt life, looked down at their own hands, wondered whether they had lost a few hands, and also wondered whether their brains were not fully developed...

Are all geniuses so unreasonable?Although it's not like they haven't watched some talent shows and the like, they've heard of many god-like talents.What is a magician who pulls a 189-ton plane by himself and successfully completes a 44-day hunger strike...

It seems that compared with these more intuitive lunatics who challenge the limits of the human body, the things happening in front of them are more emotionally acceptable, but those things are always far away from them, and what happens in front of them is the most real.

Um, wait, it seems that this person said before, what is the "strength of an interstellar player" or "the domain of an interstellar player" or something?

What's more, it seems that I have heard the saying that "interstellar players don't need eyesight"... Looking at this blindfolded performance, many people suddenly realized that they seemed to understand something.

Perhaps this is a skill specially developed in this way?

Maybe I and others have found the right exercise method, or can do such a thing?

These people all had sparkling eyes and clenched fists, as if they had made some secret decision. They looked at the calm figure on the field, and hoped that one day they would be able to show off like this.

For many people, being strong or weak is only temporary, but being handsome is a matter of a lifetime, and now Xia Ran has shown them what it means to be handsome and strong, and they simply cannot refuse.

Well, no matter what, the unilateral suppression on the court is still going on, Miura Yumiko is exhausted, and even begins to doubt whether she is here to play tennis or run a marathon.

Time goes by every second...

The body is getting heavier and heavier, the legs seem to be filled with lead, and the arms are so sore that even waving them is extremely sore...

However, even though she ran slower and slower, and even lost the strength to say anything harsh, her unyielding character still refused to stop.

After a few more minutes like this, Miura Yuiko was sweating profusely, her face was even paler than Yukinoshita, as if she had exhausted all her strength in running back and forth.

The next moment, another ball flew over, but this time it seemed that it was no longer the kind that hit a far corner and made her need to run to catch the ball, but was thrown high and flew in the air along a simple parabola come over……

Almost unable to think, she instinctively felt that she had finally seized the opportunity.

With her head up and back again and again, she raised her head and stared at the tennis ball high in the sky, and then... the sun dazzled her eyes...

She closed her eyes subconsciously, and felt that her body was out of balance, a sense of dizziness flooded her forehead, and she staggered back.

"Yumiko!"

Ye Shan dropped his racket and rushed over at the fastest speed. At the last moment, only a muffled sound was heard, and the figures of the two disappeared in the dust.

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The scene fell into a brief state of silence.

The tennis ball fell and bounced high, repeated several times, but no one paid attention to it, everyone's eyes were fixed on the two figures embracing each other on the ground, Miura curled up in Hayama's arms Grab Ye Shan's skirt.

Ye Shan breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled as if comforting a child and stretched out his hand to caress her head, making her face even redder.

After a few seconds of silence, the surrounding crowd cheered loudly, with thunderous applause.

"Ya Shan is so handsome!"

"Together with!"

Immediately afterwards, they swarmed up together, surrounded the two of them, cheered while tossing them up involuntarily, and left in the direction of the school building.The others also rushed forward in a swarm, cheering around Xia Ran, chattering about something, and strongly demanded his autograph by the way.

At just the right time, the bell rang for the end of the lunch break and spread throughout the campus. They all receded one after another like the tide, leaving only the empty tennis court and the people from the service department.

It’s true that people come and go in a hurry. When a group of people come, they don’t know why, and when they go, they don’t know what to do…

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"Wait, wait, why did you just leave? What the hell are they doing, what are they doing here?"

Although the scene just now was deliberately created by Xia Ran, but seeing this development, he was also very speechless, holding a signature pen from nowhere in one hand, and standing in place with a racket in the other.

What happened just now happened so fast that he couldn't even react...Who will tell him what this group of mobs are here for?

"Who knows, I don't know much about the ecology of apes..." Yukinoshita said in a very cold tone, rather boring, "Speaking of which, did they lose the game and win life? I always feel that we have become The foil in the idol drama."

Then, she looked at the calm Xia Ran and frowned slightly: "Also, how did you do that kind of thing just now?"

"It's just simple geometry..." Xia Ran perfunctory Yukinoshita with a sincere face, and changed the subject by the way, "And the lunch break is over, don't you plan to change your clothes back with Yubihama?"

"That's right..." The girl was reminded by him, and looked down, feeling a little unnatural, "Wearing Yubihama's clothes, I always feel a bit awkward."

"It's normal, Yubibin is the same, she was so strangled... let's put an end to this cruel fate as soon as possible." Xia Ran said casually.

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A few people around had just gathered around, and retreated silently, among them, Yuigahama Yui covered her chest with reddish cheeks.

"To put an end to cruel fate? All right... since you asked for it."

Yukinoshita, whose body was trembling slightly, finally came back to his senses, but looked at Xia Ran with a gentle smile that couldn't be melted away, but the frightening thing was that her eyes were not smiling at all——

"In a sense, death is also a kind of rest."

(End of this chapter)