To be honest, the external conditions on the venue are not good now, but both of them are in the same environment and feel the same discomfort. So it is fair.

After seeing the opposite Shenwei, Mu Lin ran forward directly after seeing the serve, "So is it the serve online?" After seeing this, he was quite confident in his speed.

Mu Lin's body was fascinated, and a shadow with a little gray remains flashed on the field. Mu Lin appeared on the trajectory of the serving at the tail of the gods. "Well, the power is average." In order to understand what level the opponent's speed can reach, Mu Lin deliberately chose a tricky angle and hit the ball back.

"It's really fast." Mu Lin was intercepted in front of the net, but the speed is not beyond Mu Lin's imagination now, so he can handle it.

Kamio: "Follow the rhythm--"

Mu Lin, who was fighting back on the opposite side, heard this sentence, "So, is it the rhythm?" In such a tense game, he still has the heart to consider other things, which is really Mu Lin's special ability. However, for Mu Lin, this game is just like that. Although the speed of the God Tail is fast, it is not as fast as a headache. Moreover, Mu Lin does not have to compete with him in speed. After all, in terms of Mu Lin's most accustomed to playing style, he likes to slowly drag down his opponent quietly.

But in the end, when he heard the word rhythm, Mu Lin still thought of something else. The first movement of Beethoven's "Pathology" was, and even Mu Lin himself didn't know why he thought of this movement at this time. However, he usually followed his instincts during the battle, so he slowly slammed the other party's plan and ran apart.

The first movement is the sonata-like introduction. The tragic slow-plate introduction opens the prelude to the whole song.

Mu Lin brings the opponent step by step into his own rhythm, which is not difficult for Mu Lin. After all, Mu Lin often does this, and can definitely be called professional skill. He even plays tepidly in two consecutive games. Except in places where others cannot see, he is gradually eroding all the sounds in the court into his own field step by step. The entire court has even been turned into a large concert by him. The sound of water made by the footsteps every time he hits the ground, the sound of impact made by the rackets when they collide with the ball, and the vibration made by the tennis ball hitting the ground, together, he integrates them to form the symphony on this tennis court.

"Senior Mulin--"

"It's been two games, and Mu Lin seems to be suppressed."

"How could this happen? With Mu Lin's strength, he shouldn't be suppressed so without backhand. What's going on the field?"

"Why hasn't the Nirvana Duo all appeared for so long? Is he waiting for something?"

Mu Lin: "It should be almost done-" Mu Lin and a few flashes appeared on the track of the next ball. If it weren't for this method, Mu Lin's condition would definitely be much more embarrassing than it is now. How could it be like now, and the sportswear on his body was not stained with a trace of dirt.

The duel between the two people at such a fast speed is actually very exhausting. In addition, Mu Lin habitually increased the weight of the ball even when arranging another trap, so the opposite god's tail should be very tired now. However, Mu Lin is calm now and can't see anything. If he doesn't look at his clothes and the environment he is in, it may be that people who have just returned from a trip outside believe him. Such a relaxed posture will invisibly put more pressure on his opponent. Mu Lin knows this, but his purpose is exactly the same.

"Are you tired?"

"Follow the rhythm!" The godtail posed in a pose.

"Uh..." Mu Lin didn't expect that the last goal, the god-tail actually hit such a ball, which made Mu Lin stunned for a moment and did not react in time.

Dashi: "Beautiful!"

Kikumaru: "What a quick-action serve!"

Do: "Just try to throw the ball lower as much as possible, and click as soon as possible than the average serve so that you can hit the opponent with a surprise."

"I won the game without moving, change the game!"

"Follow the rhythm!" Shenwei seemed to have discovered something, but it was so easy to see through what was in it. But Mu Lin did feel that the pressure had increased a little, but it didn't matter, it was done immediately.

"Fudong Peak leads with a score of 20, change the game!"

During the intermission, both of them on the court walked aside. Mu Lin felt that the grass was still wet under his feet, and his opponent's speed had been motivated by him. The small water droplets that were originally running around randomly on his fingers seemed to be illuminating a specific melody and following Mu Lin's fingers. When Mu Lin walked to the sidelines, he saw Senior Dashi coming up worriedly, "Mu Lin..."

"Senior Dashi" Mu Lin still looked like that, as if there was no difference from before he went on the court. His breath was not disrupted, his voice was still calm, and he did not see any sweat on his forehead, and there was no sputtering mud and rain on his sportswear. This look was so normal, as if it was not the same as before in the game, and even the drowsiness feeling before he went on the court faded.

"you……"

Mu Lin: "Senior, don't worry, this game... will end soon." Dashi and even the few people around him were stunned for a moment. No one expected that Mu Lin's condition would be like this.

Dan: "Mu Lin... His current state... seems to be a little wrong."

Coach Ryuki: "You are now..."

Mu Lin: "Ah! Don't worry, I just have one thing now, how do you say it? - I'm so calm... I'll be fine after a while." Mu Lin thought about his current state carefully and still used this word to explain it. It's because it's quite difficult for him to define his state, but overall, his current state is beneficial and harmless.

After sitting on the chair in the venue, Mu Lin walked towards the venue.

——Fudong Peak

"The situation is very good! Amin, if he continues to play like this, I'm sure he can't even win a goal."
Chapter completed!