Echizen Minamijiro, Chen Xiaoke is no stranger to this name, tennis skills are amazing, in the early years known as 'a rare genius in a century', and later announced his retirement because of the birth of a child when he was only one game away from breaking the world record.

But it's not because the opponent is too strong, but because he is too strong, whether he fights or not, the outcome is already doomed, so he straightforwardly changed his interest from challenging strong opponents to training his children to surpass his own players.

Other killer tennis players who can't enter the world level all have the power to shatter the ground and pierce steel with a single ball, and even the more powerful ones have the power of another dimension, not to mention the real ceiling figure in front of him, in short, he can directly tear down this temple with a tennis racket.

"Actually, I'm not interested in you, but I can't stand my stupid son, who keeps mentioning you to me, and we thought about it together for a long time and didn't figure out how you made the out-spin serve. Echizen Minamijiro said with one hand on his chin.

The pair of eyes that were eighty percent similar to Echizen Ryoma stared directly at Chen Xiao, full of a sense of oppression and strong impact: "It just so happens that Nanako is going to cook, before Ryoma comes back, do you want to fight with me?"

Chen Xiao raised his eyebrows and brushed the opportunity to suggest, isn't this coming.

"I don't know much about tennis, and last time it was my first time playing tennis. Chen Xiao's tone was calm, he stood up from the tatami mat, the one-meter-eighty-five man looked down at Nanjiro, and said slowly: "So far, I have only learned to see one trick of outspin serve, please give me more advice." "

For Chen Xiao's words, Echizen Nanjiro didn't believe a word, if he really didn't know at all, he could make his stupid son puzzled all night?

Echizen Minamijiro patted his thigh, got up from the tatami mat, pulled the sliding door in the other direction of the room, and appeared in front of Chen Xiao as soon as he sat on the homemade tennis court built according to the regular playing field.

On weekdays, there is only a venue for father-son duels, but at this moment there is a new player stepping in.

Echizen Minamijiro didn't know where to dig out two wooden tennis rackets, threw them into Chen Xiao's hands, and said, "I only have this kind of racket at home, so you can use it." "

Holding the tennis racket in his hand, Chen Xiao's talent [Hand Feeling Mastery] automatically began to take effect, and he quickly adjusted to a comfortable posture that could fully exert his already small strength, and weighed the racket in his hand, which was very heavy.

It is completely different from the tennis racket that Chen Xiao borrowed from Echizen Ryoma before, at least twice as much in weight, don't underestimate this double, for a tennis player, these weights are even equivalent to directly reducing half of the physical fitness in the game.

The control of accuracy will be very different from the normal state.

Of course, Echizen Minamijiro didn't deliberately make things difficult for Chen Xiao...... Well, it's still a little personal, compared to her own uncle, Nanako's guy seems to be abducted by this stinky boy.

As a person who has come over, he glances at Chen Xiao's motion capture from time to time when Echizen Nanako is cooking, although it is an uncle and niece, but Nanjiro raised Nanako as a daughter, and his own little cabbage is about to be pried away by this guy!

The most important thing is that Nanako doesn't pour tea for his uncle when she helps him!

Nanako Echizen: "???".

The latter one is the point!

"You serve first, and when the time comes, you will say that I am bullying you. Echizen Minamijiro stood casually on the court opposite Chen Xiao, the muscles on his body were very relaxed and casual, even if he had the unpredictable ball skills of Ryoma's boy, but in his eyes, it was like that at best.

"Okay. Chen Xiao was not polite, picked up the tennis ball that Echizen Nanjiro had just thrown together, smashed it twice on the ground, and slid it out directly.

Chen Xiao simply stood in place, holding the tennis ball with his hand on his chest, a bit like the forehand grip in the badminton serve, it is normal to use a lighter weight badminton, but this is a tennis ball, and the strength of the wrist is several times greater.

That's why not many players are willing to serve like that.

Echizen Minamijiro looked at Chen Xiao's lame way of serving to the extreme, and couldn't help but scratch his head, how do you feel, it doesn't match the powerful setting in Echizen Ryoma's mouth at all, it shouldn't be that Nanako colluded with that little ghost to deceive me.

Nanjiro Echizen automatically made up a play in his mind, Nanako Echizen, who was about to graduate from high school, finally decided to bring home her boyfriend who she had secretly talked about for several years on the eve of the college entrance examination to show her uncle, who was not a father but a father.

Because I'm too shy, I fooled me with that stinky little ghost who bought Ryoma.

That's right, that's it!

The other party doesn't look like he's played tennis at all, but since he's Nanako's boyfriend, he always has to give some face, but not too much, so let it go.

Minamijiro Echizen clapped his hands and gave a thumbs up to his wit.

Seeing that Chen Xiao's tennis ball was about to cross the net, Echizen Minamijiro did not have any intention of receiving the ball in advance, but waited until the tennis ball hit the ground, and then slowly began to swing the racket like an old man, his arms were straightened, and the feeling of imaginary racket contact did not appear.

At this moment, Echizen Minamijiro, just like Sasabe at the beginning, his eyes widened and he looked at the ground in surprise.

The lemon-colored tennis ball spun in the opposite direction after hitting the ground, getting bigger and bigger in its own line of sight until it ...... "poom!"!

Echizen Minamijiro, who was unguarded, was hit straight on the bridge of his nose by this ball, and did not have any painful movements and words, but looked at the slowly rolling tennis ball on the ground suspiciously, and muttered: "Actually, it's really an out-spin serve." "

(End of chapter).

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