Tachibana Yoshihira: "Kamio, your rhythm has been disrupted!"

"Senior Orange, Amin, the state looks good now..."

Jiping Tachibana: "Your rhythm is too much faster than usual. You waste too much energy in order to maintain your current speed. If this continues, you will easily become the prey of that guy."

Kamio didn’t react until he was reminded by Tachibana Jiping. What he felt was wrong before, and where did it come from? His opponent was too calm, too calm, gracefully like a dance party, laying a trap and waiting. The prey was hooked, but he didn't even want to get his clothes dirty, and he was the guy who fell into the trap and didn't know it.

Kamio felt a little angry now. But I don't know who to vent, "...".

Kamio: "Tsk"

Then he turned his head and walked towards the court, and heard someone shout his name worriedly behind him.

Mu Lin: "You will lose this game, soon..."

Kamio: "What an annoying guy, I won't let it go, don't be too proud!"

Kamio still maintains his speed advantage. After being reminded by Jiping Tachibana before, he has realized that his rhythm has been broken, so after that, he has been working hard to maintain the rhythm, but until Only then did he realize that the rhythm had been vaguely out of his own control. When he discovered this, Kamio felt that things were getting tricky. The importance of rhythm to him was self-evident, and the rhythm was controlled by his opponent. For a fish, the feeling that the water source is controlled by others, life and death are all done by human hands. I am the fish and the man is the knife. Needless to say, this feeling can be realized by thinking about it.

Kamio: "Damn it, absolutely won't let you succeed so easily." Kamio is staring at the ball flying from the opposite side. The embarrassing situation he faces now is that if he wants to adjust his rhythm, he may be caught by his opponent. . But if you insist on not regaining the rhythm, then you may lose the game because your physical strength is consumed too much. No matter how you choose, it is a mistake. Midway Kamio has also considered, disrupting the opponent's rhythm by adjusting the rhythm by himself. , But now he is completely unable to grasp the opponent’s beat, so it is difficult to disrupt the opponent’s rhythm. It is like stepping into a treadmill running at a constant speed. If he stops moving, he will be slipped down. Once you slide down, you will be present, but if you keep running, you can't get rid of the rhythm of the treadmill.

The opposite Mu Lin also adjusts the rhythm little by little, like a spider that is preying on a prey that is similar to his own size. When the opponent is struggling most intensely, he slowly adjusts little by little. One's own web, that is, to attach the spider silk layer by layer to the prey, without allowing the prey to feel too strong in danger, so as to break the spider silk. This is a technical job, and it is also technically difficult to operate. Yes, but it is precisely for this reason that Mu Lin is interested. The days are too far away from the ancient well, so Mu Lin’s current behavior can be said to be stimulating himself, but it may be based on Mu Lin’s character. . He can't be called a peaceful temper. It is normal to find something to do for himself.

"The score is 30:40! Youth Academy has the upper hand!"

Kamio: "This is the first time I have met such a powerful opponent. I actually mastered my rhythm in front of me. But I won't give up so easily."

"That guy is just struggling to death--"

"Things are getting more and more interesting—"

Kamio: "Huh, it's absolutely impossible for me to lose." In fact, at this time the game has reached the point of 5:3. It is obvious that Mu Lin has already taken a lot of advantage, but Mu Lin is finally at this time. Seeing the opponent’s tenacity, the game has been dragged to this level. The opponent is almost restricted by Mu Lin. However, since the opponent still has not given up, it is difficult for Mu Lin to imagine that he has already set all the conditions. Having taken it out, the opponent can still stick to this point with willpower. After all, according to his estimation, the opponent's physical strength should not be much left. His current opponent abruptly dragged the game to the point of a draw.

"It seems that I can't get this 1 point anyway! I don't know the first decisive point! The game has reached a deadlock."

Oishi: "It's the last juncture. Mu Lin... seems to be unable to fight."

Kamio: "I know that ordinary attacks may no longer work at all. Although the rhythm has been mastered, I still want to try again."

"In that case, I plan to speed up the rhythm once and see if I can succeed this time."

"Ah! Kamio rushed forward!"

"Serve to the Internet, have the upper hand!"

"and many more--"

"I was hit back—"

For Kamio, it is really hard for him to imagine that his opponent can still maintain the speed and strength of the ball almost indistinguishable from the beginning after the game has been delayed for so long, no! Even with increased speed and strength, he felt that his strength was almost exhausted. And when he suddenly noticed his opponent, he found that he could barely see the trace of sweat on his body now, which made him almost think that he was too tired and had an illusion.

He chased and hit the previous one, and when he saw a shadow in front of the ball's trajectory, he knew that the game was over.

"ended--"

"What a terrible opponent!"

"The game is over, Youth Academy Mulin won with a score of 6:4!"

"It's amazing! But in this match, Senior Mu Lin played really hard!"

"It's really amazing! The second half seemed to have been playing with Kamio."

…………

Kamio is sitting next to the tennis court and wiping sweat with a towel.

Kamio: "I lost! But I have tried my best to fight, and I don't feel regretful."

Shenji: "But it won't be easy to win two games in a row in the future."

Ju Jiping: "Don't worry too much, Shensi, don't forget, there are two finalists behind us. Right?"

Shenji: "Yes!"

Mu Lin was about to walk back to the rest area next to the stadium, and slumped directly on the wooden chair next to him. It was not tired, but something seemed to have been consumed before. He is not sure now, and has no intention of thinking about it. . ,,.