I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

And on the right side.

Maori split into eight figures and hit eight tennis balls at the same time.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

In an instant.

As if thousands of arrows were shot at the same time, fifteen tennis balls flew towards Ishikawa.

It was already evening.

Outside Court No. 3, there was no one left.

Otherwise, seeing fifteen tennis balls shot out together would definitely scare a lot of high school students.

but.

Ishikawa, who was locked by fifteen tennis balls, seemed unusually calm.

"Not bad, I finally mastered the technique of eight-ball hitting."

Ishikawa nodded approvingly.

Maori is very talented. After five days of training, he has been able to hit eight balls in a row perfectly.

Soon, he will also break through the ten-goal field.

Swish!

Immediately.

Ishikawa's eyes fell on Yuan Tetsuya: "Senior, you can't be left behind!"

Whoosh!

Thoughts turned.

Ishikawa suddenly threw up a tennis ball and mixed it into the fifteen flying tennis balls.

"This is."

On the opposite side, Mao Li and Yuan Zhe also saw this, and their pupils suddenly shrank.

Sixteen goals in a row?

Isn't this person too scary? !

Bang bang bang! ! !

In an instant.

Then Ishikawa swung his racket quickly, and the sixteen tennis balls split into eight balls each, one on the left and one on the right. They locked onto Mouri and Hara Tetsuya and flew towards them at the same time.

"This"

The two of them were stunned and immediately realized what Ishikawa was thinking.

Mao Li immediately glanced at Yuan Tetsuya next to him, and saw that his face became extremely solemn.

but.

The flying tennis ball did not give him time to think. He immediately cheered up and showed his best form facing tennis.

"Eight ball?"

Yuan Zhe also stared.

At this moment, he felt as if a mountain was pressing on his head. Normally, he would probably be discouraged.

But at the moment.

Under the pressure brought by Ishikawa.

Next to him, Maori's perfect return of eight goals also inspired the competitive spirit deep in his heart.

Immediately.

Yuan Zhe also cheered up and swung his racket with all his strength. After splitting into seven people in an instant, he hit seven tennis balls.

"There's one left."

At the critical moment, Yuan Zheye gritted his teeth and used his last strength to hit the eighth tennis ball.

Pfft!

The eight ball is over.

Yuan Zhe also collapsed on the ground as if all his strength had been drained.

bang bang bang! ! !

And this time.

Sixteen tennis balls fell from Ishikawa's side at the same time, and he nodded with satisfaction and said: "Senior, you did a good job."

Eight-ball streak.

Both Maori and Hara Tetsuya are close to the ten-goal realm.

And until today.

It hasn't even been half a month since they joined U17. In the remaining one and a half months, he believed that the two of them would be able to break through again and become stronger than the original!

"Sixteen goals?"

at the same time.

In the coaching staff room.

Kurobe looked at the three people in training, with a gleam of brilliance in his eyes.

at this time.

The data about Ishikawa in front of him still had the words "Cannot be measured" written on it.

Because Kurobe is still not sure whether sixteen goals is Ishikawa's limit.

"As for this."

His eyes turned.

His eyes fell on the group battlefield application list next to him. When he saw the words signed "Oni Jujiro", Kurobe's face showed a complicated look.

"I didn't expect that the gatekeeper of hell couldn't bear it anymore."

Take a day off

The new computer will arrive tomorrow, and typing on the phone is too much of a torture. I'm taking a day off today to adjust my status. I'll make up for it tomorrow with more updates.

Chapter 258 Group Shuffling War (1st update)

early morning.

u17 training base.

Everyone started their morning exercises as usual.

Inside Court No. 3.

The trio trained as usual.

Other high school students became more motivated to train after seeing the visible progress of Mouri and Hara Tetsuya.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Court No. 5.

As a U17 training base, it is the threshold for the first level of qualitative change. Arriving at this stadium, the number of players began to decrease significantly.

at this time.

In the stadium, two groups of players are training.

Outside the field, there were about ten high school students standing and watching the game.

Bang!

Inside the stadium.

A black-haired figure swung vigorously.

The strong force makes the tennis ball whizz by like a strong wind.

"Well done!"

opposite.

A young man with a tuft of blue hair sticking out forward chuckled and chased after the tennis ball.

"So fast!"

The spectators around Court 5 were all shocked.

Bang!

Immediately.

The blue-haired young man took action and whipped the tennis ball over.

The ball was so fast that the forward player on the other side had no time to react. He could only watch the tennis ball fly past him.

"Is this, is this the original strength of Senior Komi on Court No. 3?"

boom!

but.

Before he could think too much, the ball was counterattacked by the black-haired young man from behind.

"Too slow, too slow!"