Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

"That……"

Mitsuhiko stood up straight with his knees propped up, and said firmly, "Let's continue training! Increase a little chance of winning into a bigger chance of winning!"

"Ah..." Yuan Tai despaired, "Do you want to continue?"

Mao Lilan smiled dryly, and just about to say something for the children, Chi Feichi had already spoken first.

"The emergency stop training is over, keep enough physical strength and energy for tomorrow's game," Chi Feichi took the backpack that he brought along in the morning, took out twenty tennis balls, and put them on the ground, "This is the next training... ..."

Five kid heads gathered around the tennis ball.

"Jumping the ball?" Hui Yuanai guessed.

"Basically," Chi Feichi explained, "The training is very simple. Regular tennis balls weigh between 56.7 grams and 58.5 grams. The tennis balls here have three different weights: 56.7 grams, 57.7 grams, and 58.5 grams. The numbers are written on the tennis balls. In the next time, you go to the sandy ground over there, throw the ball down with your hands, catch it with your hands after the tennis ball bounces, you can also throw the ball up and catch it with your hands, or directly bounce the ball with a racket, In short, feel the feel of each tennis ball and how it bounces on the sand. After feeling it, classify the tennis balls according to their weights. Write down the numbers of the tennis balls with the three weights and give them to me. Half of the people who answer correctly will be considered qualified. , and you can go to rest."

Mitsuhiko: "..."

It's so difficult.

Ayumi: "..."

What about 'simple'?

Yuan Tai: "..."

Is this human training?

Conan picked up two tennis balls, one in his left hand and one in his right hand, and threw them up to catch them, but he was also a little speechless.

He suspected that Chi Feichi's understanding of 'very simple' was at the same level as their understanding of 'difficult'.

Can he accurately distinguish all tennis balls of different weights, with a difference of up to 1 gram, okay...

"Another thing to pay attention to is that during the game, no matter where the tennis ball flies, you must keep your eyes on the tennis ball. The same is true in the following training. Whether you throw the ball or bounce the ball, you must keep your eyes on the tennis ball," Chi Feichi said. Then, he turned and went back under the tree, "Training begins."

Suzuki Sonoko looked at the five little ghost heads spinning in a pile of tennis balls. Even Conan could only try to pass them one by one? Weigh a tennis ball? "I can't feel the difference in weight at all..."

"Of course you can't feel it with your hands." Ma Yuan Gongping picked up two tennis balls, threw them on the ground with his right hand and caught them, and finally chose a tennis ball. You can tell that this one is heavier by the feeling of catching the rebounding tennis ball in your hand.”

Suzuki Sonoko tried to throw it to the ground and then caught it, feeling a failure.

Mao Lilan sweated, "For the children? Is it a bit too difficult?"

"The original training should be to develop your senses? Familiar with the feeling of a tennis ball touching a racket, and the rebound of a tennis ball when it hits the ground," Ma Yuan Gongping looked at Chi Feichi, "But..."

He also didn't know why Chi Feichi changed the training plan made by Higashida Koshi and made it so difficult.

"Find them a target? Will it be more interesting than boring feelings," Chi Feichi said calmly? "And there are ten 58.5-gram tennis balls, accounting for half? They only need to feel the heaviest tennis ball to pass the test." .”

Mao Lilan thought about it? Only pick the heaviest tennis ball? Just try it dozens of times, right? Plus, it should be no problem to feel the weight of ten tennis balls accurately, but look at the five headaches over there. Son, he really wanted to ask Brother Feichi where he saw something more interesting?

Suzuki Sonoko also looked at the group of little ghosts over there, and came to a conclusion—maybe they are more interesting to watch.

Ma Yuan Gongping was a little speechless, took out a tennis ball from the pocket of his tennis uniform, and threw it at Chi Feichi, "Then you feel mine..."

Chi Feichi raised his hand to catch the tennis ball, threw it on the ground and caught it again, tried twice, "57.9 grams, the error is not more than 0.1 grams."

Ma Yuan Gongping, who just wanted to find another tennis ball in his backpack and asked Chi Feichi to compare which one weighs more: "..."

Actually report the weight directly, is there such a game?

Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko look forward to looking at Ma Yuan Gongping.

Ma Yuan Gong flattened his hair with black lines, "I don't know the exact weight either..."

Although tennis players will throw a tennis ball on the ground before catching it to familiarize themselves with the tennis ball and the rebound situation of the court at that time, but they are looking for the feel, and it is really impossible to estimate the specific weight of the tennis ball.

Suzuki Sonoko saw that the training over there would not be over for a while, so he ran out of the park out of curiosity and bought an electronic scale that could be accurate to 0.1 grams, insisting on measuring the exact weight of the tennis ball.

57.9 grams!

Not to mention 1 gram, not even 0.1 gram.

Mao Lilan, Suzuki Sonoko, and Ma Yuan Gongping looked away from the electronic display of the scale, and looked at Chi Feichi as if they were looking at a monster.

This is a real monster!

"Again..." Suzuki Sonoko looked at Chi Feichi, "Try another ball?"

Mao Lilan: "..."

Sonoko's cautious tone was simply too much.

Seeing that Chi Feichi had nothing else to do, he accompanied Suzuki Sonoko to try changing tennis balls a few times.

The error is all around 0.1 grams.

In fact, this is the talent of the original consciousness body, and it is not appropriate to call it a talent. In order to get familiar with the feel of tennis, the original consciousness body used an electronic scale to pick a bunch of tennis balls of three different weights, and tried them one by one, over and over again. To be able to perfectly distinguish the three weights of tennis balls.

Then, I began to distinguish tennis balls with a weight difference of 0.1 grams. Of course, this crazy goal was not achieved. I finally stopped within the range of 0.3 grams and chose the middle value. Then, no matter how I estimated it, the weight difference of tennis balls did not exceed 0.1. gram.

In fact, it is to not be so boring when getting familiar with the feel, to add a little fun to myself, to set goals for myself, to be able to withstand boring practice repeatedly, and to feel the characteristics of tennis more thoroughly.

In order to achieve this, the original consciousness throws the ball more than ten thousand or one hundred thousand times.

So much so that after he took over the body, as long as he felt the feeling of hitting the palm of his hand when the tennis ball bounced twice on different grounds, the weight figure automatically popped up in his mind.

Although this kind of weight estimation ability is limited to tennis and is completely accumulated by the number of times, he feels convinced that he can reach this level.

In his previous life, he didn't put so much effort into tennis. At most, he tried to change the way of spin in table tennis, so that the spin of tennis could be more varied.

After Chi Feichi finished the test, Ma Yuan Gongping couldn't help but play tennis with Chi Feichi again, and he didn't hesitate to make friends, "Mr. Chi, speaking of it, you are my senior brother and senior, and I haven't played a game with you before." Tennis, it's really a pity, there are tennis courts prepared for competition training over there..."

He heard that Chi Feichi was good at playing tennis at the club, so he wanted to play with Chi Feichi, but Chi Feichi didn't take him to play with him, and always went to the tee training room by himself.

Now his curiosity could not be suppressed.

No matter what you say today, you have to take Chi Feichi to play a game!

"You still have a match tomorrow." Chi Feichi reminded.

"That's why I need training," Ma Yuangong sighed in a pretentious manner, "Coach Dong Tian can't come this time, and no one will accompany me to play training games."

"Brother Feichi, go and try it!" Suzuki Sonoko urged.

"En!" Mao Lilan also smiled and nodded expectantly.

Chi Feichi saw that Ma Yuan Gongping would not give up without a fight, so he agreed.

Seeing that there is excitement to watch, the five detectives change the venue with tennis balls and rackets.

Anyway, you can go to the tennis court for the training of juggling and throwing the ball.

When Chi Feichi and Ma Yuan Gongping finished checking the rackets, guessing coins, and determining who would serve first, Yuan Tai also stood behind the protective net, stretched his neck and watched expectantly, "Who do you think will win?"

Feichi, who was wrapped around Hui Yuanai's arm, immediately said to himself, "Master wins! Master wins!"

"Brother Feichi! It must be Brother Feichi!" Suzuki Sonoko was also very sure, and by the way, he hyped up to the five little ghosts about Chi Feichi's estimation of the weight of a tennis ball just now.

Between the courts, the two decided who should serve first.

Chi Feichi got the right to serve first, feeling that God would not give Ma Yuan Gongping a chance, and reminded, "I'm not good at playing training games with others."

Ma Yuan Gongping understood the meaning of not being good at feeding people, and nodded seriously, "I understand, please shoot with all your strength!"

Anyway, he didn't want Chi Feichi to feed him the ball, he was just curious about Chi Feichi's strength.

Holding the tennis ball, Chi Feichi turned away from the net, stood still, threw the ball down on the sand and caught it with his hands, feeling the feel of the ball.

Here, Ma Yuan Gongping was wearing a red and white tennis uniform. There was no smile on his face, only seriousness remained. He tightened his fingers and gripped the tennis racket tightly, and his resolute gaze never left the tennis ball in Chi Feichi's hand.

Over there, Chi Feichi was wearing the same white tennis uniform with two purple stripes as that of the Detective Boys, with a calm expression, he tossed the ball up, and his eyes followed the tennis ball all the time.

Suzuki Sonoko stood behind the protective net, his eyes glowing, "Sure enough, the handsome guy who is serious is the most handsome!"

Conan glanced at Sonoko Suzuki speechlessly, quickly forgot what Sonoko Suzuki said, and stared at the field seriously.

It is also worth looking forward to seeing a professional-level fight between dragons and tigers.

Before swinging the racket, Chi Feichi silently withdrew half of his strength, and then withdrew half again.

Tennis is a sport that can do miracles with great effort.

Although tennis not only pays attention to arm strength, but also needs the whole body to cooperate with it, but his current physical fitness is really not inferior to that of an athlete, and there are few people who can match him in terms of strength development skills, plus his current arm strength...

With a little force, Ma Yuan Gongping might not be able to catch his ball.

"Boom!"

The tennis racket made contact with the tennis ball, and there was a dull hitting sound.

Then……

Ma Yuan Gongping could no longer see tennis clearly...

A black line with an afterimage flew across the net, landed quickly beside him and bounced away quickly, the sound of the 'snap' landing was still in my ears, and the ball disappeared.

By the time he reacted, the sound of a tennis ball hitting the iron net had already been heard from the protective net behind him.

The people outside the court silently turned their heads and looked at the tennis ball that fell to the ground.

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this……

Can anyone really hit back this kind of serve?

Lower the requirements a little bit, can someone really react before that black shadow flashes past?

Ma Yuan Gongping also looked back at the bouncing tennis ball after landing, and a string of unknown characters similar to the meaning of "I TM..." floated in his heart.

After Suzuki Sonoko was silent, his eyes lit up again.

Brother Feichi is indeed her idol forever!

Well, she thinks Kaito Kidd can be placed one place behind.