Data

As the match continued, the Japan Team won the first game without much effort.

With Ochi's formidable strength as a support, Mitsuya felt very relaxed, and he recorded the complete match data effortlessly.

Therefore, when it was his turn to serve in the second game, he had a gentle smile on his face and looked very happy.

Ochi Gekko has already opened up the situation for him, and the two unlucky guys on the other side have also had their fighting power weakened.

Now it was his turn to shine.

Mitsuya Akito gripped the tennis ball tightly in his left hand and tossed it forward.

Swish!

As the tennis ball was tossed into the air, Mitsuya's heart became as still as water.

With a calm and rational mind, the data models of the two players on the field have been established at this moment, and data chains are connecting his half of the field to everyone on the field.

Bend your knees, push off with your legs, jump, extend your arms, generate power, and swing your racket.

Bang!

The serve was as perfect as could be; the power, speed, and control were all significantly improved compared to before.

Under the Mental Assassination by Ochi and the information overload from Mitsuya, Yuranovich was somewhat disoriented.

However, muscle memory still caused him to subconsciously move his feet.

He went straight up to meet the bouncing tennis ball.

Upon seeing this, a slight smile appeared on Mitsuya's lips.

"35cm ahead of the left baseline is a blind spot you won't be able to cover."

Bang!

The tennis ball, which seemed to have little force, bounced high on the red clay.

Yuranovich was clearly out of sorts due to the messy data, but his strong muscle memory, honed over a long period of time, still allowed him to barely react.

I gently rotated my wrist and adjusted the position of the racket head.

However, the tennis ball suddenly changed direction the next second, bouncing off the court from the spot where he had just adjusted his angle.

"Game, Japan Team, 3-1."

Yuranovich pressed his left hand against his temple, his face somewhat gloomy.

He felt it was unforgivable that he had failed to catch such an ordinary ball.

"Yuranovich, be careful, we absolutely cannot lose this set!"

"Gvardiol said in a deep voice."

"I know!"

Yuranovich nodded. He didn't think the feeling he had just experienced was unusual; he simply attributed it to a mistake caused by nervousness.

The two players switched positions, and the game went into Gvardiol's service game.

Bang!

With just one glance, Ochi judged the ball's landing point. Although he was tall, he was quick on his feet and arrived at the ball's landing point in an instant.

Bang!

The tennis ball had barely bounced up when Ochi, crouching slightly, Ochi returned it with Half Volley.

Moreover, the ball speed is very fast.

Gvardiol was slightly surprised. Although they had already played one round, he still felt that the speed and power displayed by the tall man opposite him were astonishing.

However, as an official player representing Croatia, Gvardiol was not slow in his footwork.

With just a few strides, he appeared directly at the landing point of the tennis ball, swinging his racket at it.

"62% chance of a cross-court shot, 58% chance of a straight shot... Hmm, arm muscle twisting, this isn't outside the data's calculations. You wanted to hit a net shot!"

Various data flashed through Mitsuya's mind. Seeing the opponent's change of tactics, a slight smile appeared on his lips. Without stopping, he rushed to the net.

Just as Mitsuya had predicted, Gvardiol's return shot grazed the net in the middle.

The tennis ball fell to the ground before Gvardiol's eyes...

However, the next second, a beam of light flew past his cheek, and the resulting shockwave made his cheek sting.

Mitsuya ran to the net, caught up with the tennis ball, and swung his arm!

Bang!

Mitsuya's powerful ball control was once again on full display, with every ball landing precisely in the position he anticipated.

"How could this have been predicted in advance?!"

Gvardiol's gaze sharpened, his face filled with horror.

"How is that possible!"

"Oh!"

Mitsuya smiled and gently brushed the bangs from his forehead.

"Surprised...? I have all your data under my control..."

Off the field.

Muneyoshi watched the two figures constantly clashing on the field and smiled faintly:

"I never expected that Ochi -senpai and Mitsuya- senpai would be such a perfect match. One possesses immense strength, and the other can perfectly capture the opponent's data, not only inputting but also outputting..."

Upon hearing Ōmagari Ryūji, who was standing next to Muneyoshi, scratched his head and chuckled speechlessly, "Spare me! I really dislike playing against data-driven players like Mitsuya."

"Indeed, without Ochi's support, he probably wouldn't have been able to do it either. However, I didn't expect that Mitsuya could achieve this."

On the other side, Irie Kanata and Oni Jūjirō also expressed their recognition of Mitsuya's strength.

While Data Tennis has obvious weaknesses, it can unleash amazing power when paired with the right team.

With the continued efforts of both players, the outcome of the doubles match 2 has gradually become clear.

Bang!

"Game, Japan Team, 5-2."

On another play, Mitsuya Akito's data interference once again proved effective, causing the opponent to make another incorrect judgment.

The applause and laughter continued, which made Yuranovich's already dejected state even worse.

Gvardiol looked at his teammates in the attacking third with a gloomy expression, sensing the difficulty of the game.

It's already the decisive set. If they give up another point, they'll lose their first doubles match!

Gvardiol roused himself, loosened his wrists, and prepared to serve.

He didn't know exactly what his opponent had done, but he knew this point was absolutely crucial and couldn't be lost.

"It's no use, the data tells me our win rate is 100%!"

Mitsuya took in Gvardiol's actions, but he paid them no heed.

Bang!

A loud thud rang out, and Mitsuya's gaze sharpened. He arrived at the landing point ahead of time and swung his ball forcefully at the empty area in front of him.

The tennis ball was caught by his racket and flew back to the opposite half of the court with a violent spin.

"Side spin?"

Gvardiol narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing through the deception in an instant.

Trying to surprise us with a sidespin shot?

You're so naive!

Gvardiol stood with her feet slightly apart, gripping the ground tightly, her left hand resting lightly on the end of the racket handle, her eyes fixed on the incoming tennis ball.

But at that very moment, Mitsuya's gaze fell on Yuranovich in the Mitsuya, and Yuranovich, who had been in a daze, suddenly moved.

Bang!

The tennis ball was hit away by Yuranovich as it flew towards Gvardiol.

"Ochi- senpai, there's a 100% chance this ball will go out of bounds."

Thump!

The tennis ball had barely left his mouth when it hit Ochi outside the baseline.

"Yuranovich, what on earth are you doing!"

Despite Gvardiol's best efforts to salvage the situation, things didn't go as planned.

He then angrily rushed towards his teammates, roared in frustration, and slammed his racket heavily on the ground twice.

"Game! Japan Team scores, 15-0."

"It looks like the two seniors have already won the first game!"

Muneyoshi smiled as he looked at Yuranovich across from him. Being bombarded by Mitsuya's information flow was not a good thing.

That kind of tennis style, which is similar to being manipulated by experience and constantly bombarded with incorrect information, interfering with correct judgment.

He never wants to try it a second time.

To the astonishment of his opponent, Ochi Gekko leaped into the air, his massive shadow obscuring his opponent's vision.

Mach Smash!

Bang!

Japan wins this Japan Team, score 6-2.

"Game score: 6-4 in the first game, 6-2 in the second game. The Japan Team wins the doubles match with a record of 2 wins and 0 losses."

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