"What's the matter, Mr. Liu?" Kirihara curiously looked at Liu Lian's second-hand tablet.

Justin played one game in the group stage, and the result was 7 to 6, but so what? Those who can participate in the competition are all young elites from various countries, and it is not surprising that they are equally powerful.

"Kirihara, this is just his game record this year. I made a mistake this time. I only watched his game this year, but ignored his results in previous years. You see, Belgium, ranked eighth, was in the quarterfinals the year before last.

It’s the top 16, that is to say, Justin played three best-of-three knockout games, and the results of these three games..."

Kirihara looked at Liu's tablet again and was immediately surprised by a set of data.

In the round of 16 the year before last, he won 6-7, 7-6, 6-0. Not only that, but the scores in the quarter-finals the year before last and the round 16 last year were exactly the same.

Looking at the current situation, if we continue to fight like this, the result will be the same.

Four consecutive games with the same result cannot be explained by a coincidence.

"This is Justin's tactic," Shenyu said. "He is actually a powerful player with both offense and defense, and amazing endurance. In the first game, he focused on defense, making his opponent subconsciously think that he was a defensive player, and,

He also used his strong defense to turn the first and second sets into protracted games."

"It wasn't until the last moment of the second set that he showed off his super-attacking style. At this time, the opponent would most likely have been agitated by his defense, and his physical strength was severely exhausted. Moreover, the sudden change in playing style would also make the opponent

They were caught off guard, so they lost so miserably in the third set."

"Game, this set was won by Belgian Justin, the score was seven to six."

Just like the data observed by Ryu Renji, in the second set, Justin was overturned at the last minute.

And as Shenyu said, there were too many playing in the river at this time, he was sweating profusely, and he was in a daze, and it was obvious that he could no longer keep up with Justin's rhythm.

"Haha, then I'm about to start the last set. I've just been acting with you for so long, so I should collect some interest." Justin laughed crazily, threw the ball high, and then swung it.

Down.

"15-0"

"This, such a fast serve, this strength is beyond what I can compete with." Irie said with a cold sweat.

"Senior Irie, we are in danger!" The junior high school students were worried.

Only Byodoin Phoenix looked at the field with a half-smile. Others didn't know that he, a general who had been the top leader for many years, still knew a little bit about it. "I'll just see how long you can pretend to be the Death Emperor."

go."

"Trash, I only used 80% of my power on the serve just now, but you couldn't even react. In this case, I just need to slow down a little bit. If it ends too soon, it won't be fun." Justin said,

Another ball was served, and the ace scored again.

"I can't see it, I can't see it at all." Irie muttered to himself, as if he had been beaten to the point of losing his confidence.

But he still worked very hard to save the ball, and even rushed from the backcourt to catch a short ball in front of the net. In the end, not only did he fail to catch the ball, but he fell into a very embarrassing situation.

"Game, Belgian Justin, the score is one to zero."

"Asshole, that guy is clearly playing tricks on Irie-senpai." Kirihara shouted angrily. He could see that Irie was no match for Justin at this time. If Justin was willing, he could end the game within ten minutes, but he was

He deliberately led Irie around the field, causing him to fall to the ground again and again.

"Game, Belgian Justin, the score is two to zero."

…

"Game, Belgian Justin, the score is four to zero."

After four rounds, Irie's clothes had become tatters due to continuous friction. This guy is really a competent actor. Once he is involved in acting, he doesn't care about his own image at all.

"Trash, stand up, the game is not over yet." Looking at Irie who fell to the ground, Justin urged impatiently.

Irie struggled to get up, but his arms seemed to have lost their strength and could not support his body at all. As soon as his strength slackened, he fell down again.

"Damn it, I can't stand it any longer. Shen Yu, Senior Byodoin, let's admit defeat in this game." The junior high school students came to Byodoin and Shen Yu and begged.

During the training camp, Irie took great care of them, which made them indifferent to his miserable scene.

"Hey, stop acting. Your acting skills are really terrible. Stand up and catch the ball." Justin urged again. Maybe he just wanted to stimulate Irie to stand up earlier, but he didn't know that he had already touched Irie's reverse scale.

.

"What did you say?" After hearing this, Irie, who was still lying on the ground like a corpse, suddenly raised his head and asked with cold eyes.

"I said, your acting skills are too bad, hurry up and play ball." Justin was stared at and repeated subconsciously.

"Haha, the game is over. That guy from Belgium is finished." Shen Yu said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" everyone asked in confusion.

"You know, everyone has their own taboos. Irie-senpai's taboo is his acting skills. You can say that his tennis skills are not good, or even that he is a total garbage. He can deal with it indifferently, but once you say that he is

Poor acting skills, then..."

"So, what?"

"Then he will let you know how to write the word despair."

Irie got up from the ground, took off his glasses and wiped them with his clothes, "Really, I originally wanted to have fun with you, but now, I'm angry."

"Haha, what's the use of being angry? Just go to hell." Justin stood up when he saw Irie and continued to serve.

In his eyes, the situation at this time was no different from just now. He was still completely suppressing Irie Jiangzou and playing more.

Seeing the exhausted Irie Kanata, he laughed wildly.

It's a pity that he didn't notice that there were only two games left before the end of the game, and he had scored more than eight points, but the referee still refused to declare his victory.

"Is this guy crazy? What are you laughing at?" Kirihara scratched his hair blankly. The one who has the advantage on the court now is Irie Kanata.

"Perhaps, I fell into a beautiful script." Yukimura smiled slightly. He guessed that Justin must have been hit by Irie's mental skill, and that trick was similar to his own dream. Now Justin was having a sweet dream.

"The game is over. This game is won by the Japanese team Kanata Irie, seven to six, six to seven, six to four!" the referee announced.

"Haha, come on, keep playing, trash, you can't catch this ball." Justin continued to go crazy, because in his eyes, the game was not over yet, and he continued to play with Irie Kanata.

Irie turned around and left, "Haha, let's name this move, Shakespeare's Illusion. You can continue playing in the script I wrote until you get the most out of it."
Chapter completed!