This causes the racket face to apply a downward slicking force with intense sidespin to the ball at the moment of contact.
"Snap!" A crisp but slightly muffled sound of the ball being struck.
After the ball touches the racket, it doesn't fly forward like a normal volley, nor does it bounce high. Instead, it flies close to the net, and after crossing the net, it draws a low, fast, and strange arc with strong backspin and sidespin before plummeting down!
That's not all.
After the ball landed, it did not bounce forward like a normal backspin ball. Instead, it seemed to be sucked into the ground. After bouncing forward a short distance, it suddenly and rapidly bounced back in a manner that defied the laws of physics!
The tennis ball, like a swallow returning to its nest, traced an unbelievable trajectory, leaving Jack speechless as he watched in astonishment.
The ball actually cleared the net again.
It landed on Draco's side of the field, rolled to the side, and finally came to a complete stop.
The ball... flew back? Jack was still in his catch-ready position, his eyes wide as saucers, his mouth slightly agape, as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.
Then his brain completely shut down.
How is it possible for a ball to fly over the net and then fly back?!
This completely violates all common sense in mechanics!
The audience fell silent again; everyone was stunned.
"Holy crap, what the hell is that ball?!"
Tom dropped the drink can he was holding.
"How did he manage to make the ball fly back? Am I seeing things?" Becky doubted her own eyes.
Hermione was also stunned.
If her previous serves were still within her comprehension, this return was simply beyond her understanding. Just how many outrageous moves had this guy secretly practiced?!
Jack finally snapped out of his shock, a deep sense of powerlessness washing over him. How could he possibly fight like this?
In the service game, I served first, and my opponent scored directly with this unheard-of magic! This isn't just a difference in skill; it's a complete annihilation!
"0-15." Draco's announcement jolted everyone awake.
"Hey, Jack... maybe we should just forget about it?" Tom swallowed hard, looking at Jack seemed ready to smash his racket at any moment. He lost all interest in watching the spectacle and felt only pity for him.
"Yeah, we can't fight like this..." Mary chimed in.
Looking into Draco's calm and expressionless eyes, Jack felt nothing but contempt and mockery. No! He couldn't let it go like this! At least... at least he had to win this point!
He couldn't believe his opponent could hit such outrageous shots every time!
"Keep going!" Jack forced out the words, then bent down to pick up the ball, walked back to the service line, his hands trembling, but he forced himself to calm down, tossed the ball, and swung his racket.
For his second serve, he was more cautious, serving a topspin ball with a wider angle, slower speed, but stronger spin, making the ball bounce higher and increasing the difficulty for Draco to receive.
However, all efforts were in vain; Draco's movements remained as swift as the wind, and his predictions were terrifyingly accurate.
"0-30."
"0-40."
Three break points were lost in quick succession, and Jack's hands, gripping the racket, became sweaty. He felt dizzy, not just from the fatigue of the game, but also from the immense mental pressure and frustration.
Looking at that seemingly invincible figure opposite me, I began to doubt the sport I loved for the first time.
So this is how tennis can be played?
On his last serve, Jack gave up, mechanically tossing his racket and letting the ball fly limply past him.
Draco simply pushed the ball back to Jack's midfield with a forehand pass, creating an opportunity!
Seeing this, Jack's spirits lifted, as if he had seen the last hope. He quickly stepped forward, wanting to score the winning point.
However, under immense pressure, his movements became completely Transfiguration; his backswing was too large, his contact point was too late, and the ball was hit.
But... it flew into the sky and went out of bounds!
Game, Draco, 3-0.
Jack served, and was once again swept aside. Moreover, the process was even more devastating than the previous two games, especially that absurd move that completely shattered his confidence and fighting spirit.
So much so that I didn't even have the energy or the inclination to pick up the ball.
The arena was completely silent. Everyone was so shocked by the overwhelming victory that they couldn't speak. The way they looked at Draco had changed from surprise to the way they looked at him as if he were a superhuman.
"Brother, come down here. If you really can't beat us, don't force yourself. Let us give it a try." Tom was the first to react. He quickly walked to the sidelines and patted Jack on the shoulder.
"I lost." Jack's shoulders slumped.
After saying that, he quickly walked off the field, went directly to a bench in the distance, sat down, picked up a bottle of water, and gulped it down.
Draco put away his racket and slowly walked back to the sidelines. All eyes were on him, including Hermione's.
"So, Miss Granger? Are you satisfied?"
Draco then took a sip of water.
" Draco, you're finished! I'll settle the score with you when we get back!"
"Hmm?" Draco uttered a puzzled sound.
"Honey, did I do a bad job?"
"Is that how you play ball? The ball flew back! Is that even possible?! What were you teaching me before?!"
"You said you didn't know how! So of course I have to start teaching you from the very basics. I'm doing this to be responsible for you, honey."
Hermione was speechless at these words.
Before she could retort, Draco continued, "As for those slightly more advanced things, like the moves we just saw, of course they'll be taught, but—" He drew out the last syllable.
"That's not as simple as correcting your grip; it requires closer physical coordination and a more detailed breakdown of movements,"
"You can't be like you were just now. I only got a little closer to correct your posture and touched your waist, and you blushed, your heart raced, and you couldn't even hold your breath."
"You're lying! I didn't!" Hermione denied it outright.
Teasing his wife was the most fun thing, but just as Draco was about to add fuel to the fire by teasing Hermione with even more ambiguous words, he was interrupted by a cheerful voice.
"Hey! Draco!" Tom had somehow appeared beside him, his face filled with eagerness and admiration, a racket in his hand, clearly impatient to get started.
"That was amazing, bro! Those moves you just made were incredible! I was itching to try them myself!" he exclaimed earnestly.
"Next, it's my turn. You'll use the same move you used on Jack... no, use every trick in the book, don't hold back! Show me what you've got! Even if you get beaten up, it'll be worth it!"