At the beginning, Feng Qiuyan deliberately suppressed her speed and tried her best to keep her speed at the level of the mortal level to compete with Zhou Wen.

However, as time went by and repeated failures in grabbing the ball, Feng Qiuyan unconsciously increased her speed and competed with Zhou Wen at a legendary speed.

As a result, Feng Qiuyan became more and more shocked. The legendary speed still couldn't beat Zhou Wen. Although his speed was indeed much faster than Zhou Wen, because the practice range was only twenty meters wide, Zhou Wen stood in the middle, just ten meters away from left to right.

With a short distance, his speed advantage cannot be fully reflected.

The main reason is not this. Although the speed advantage of short distances is not too obvious, the advantage is the advantage. Under normal circumstances, he can definitely occupy a favorable position first.

Even if he can't occupy a favorable position, with his speed of shooting, he can hit the ball one step ahead of Zhou Wen.

However, Zhou Wen seemed to be able to predict the future. Every time the ball was not sprayed out, Zhou Wen had already started to move. When Feng Qiuyan saw the ball, it would be too late to move again. It would be useless to speed faster, which made Feng Qiuyan feel extremely aggrieved.

What Feng Qiuyan couldn't accept even more was that when Zhou Wen was competing with him for the ball, he was playing games with his other hand.

At first, Feng Qiuyan thought Zhou Wen was deliberately insulting him, but in fact he didn't really focus on the game.

But later Feng Qiuyan discovered that Zhou Wen was really playing games, and his sight had not even left the game screen. It seemed that he was just doing whatever he wanted to compete with him.

"This guy... is so strong..." Feng Qiuyan's forehead was sweating and stared at Zhou Wen's back. The previous contempt had completely disappeared. Zhou Wen's back seemed to have become much taller and more majestic in his eyes, just like a city wall that will never be captured.

Zhou Wen did not pay any attention to Feng Qiuyan at all, he was addicted to new discoveries.

Diting earrings give him strong listening. When the ball is running in the jet ball machine, Zhou Wen can already hear clearly, so he can know which ball exit will spew the ball one step earlier than Feng Qiuyan, and can also know the ball's trajectory and landing point in advance.

But this is not a discovery that surprised Zhou Wen. What really surprised Zhou Wen was his thinking.

Zhou Wen is a very focused person. In the past, no matter what he did, he was able to concentrate and not be disturbed by any external objects. So sometimes he looked dumb and he seemed to have no reaction to what others said.

In fact, it was not because Zhou Wen was stupid, but because he was too focused and didn't hear anything others were saying to him.

Now Zhou Wen found that he could still concentrate when doing things, but while focusing, he seemed to be able to handle other things at the same time. This feeling is difficult to explain clearly.

If you want to make a metaphor, you can compare Zhou Wen's thinking to a computer processor. In the past, Zhou Wen's brain was a single-core processor, but now it is a dual-core, which can handle more programs at the same time.

Of course, this is just a metaphor and is not accurate, but Zhou Wen can really hit all the balls while playing games, and there seems to be no mental interference between the two.

Zhou Wen also keenly discovered that when he played games and played ball at the same time, the mysterious immortal scriptures would be particularly fast, more than twice as fast as usual.

"It seems that this should be the effect of the Immortal Sutra." Zhou Wen felt that the Immortal Sutra was becoming more and more extraordinary, but he couldn't understand why Jing Daoxian gave him such a powerful Yuanqi technique for free, and it seemed a bit unreasonable to explain it with just looking at him.

Zhou Wen didn't know the origin of the Immortal Sutra, so he naturally didn't know the horror of the Immortal Sutra. If it weren't for his spiritual concentration, ability and talent, he would have been killed by the Immortal Sutra long ago, and he would have gone crazy even if he didn't die.

Even now, when Zhou Wen sleeps at night, there is still the whispering sound echoing in his ears all night. If it were ordinary people, it would be difficult for them to endure this kind of harassment all the time. Even if they are not crazy, their temper will become particularly irritable, but Zhou Wen does not.

Zhou Wen was addicted to the pleasure of new discoveries and practicing fighting with listening, but Feng Qiuyan's face became increasingly ugly.

He had tried his best, but he still couldn't rob Zhou Wen. Although he had the chance to defeat Zhou Wen if he summoned his companion pet, Feng Qiuyan's inner pride made him not do that, and he still competed with Zhou Wen only by relying on his own physical ability.

When Zhou Wen felt that today's exercise had been enough and stopped to rest and was about to go back, he turned around and looked at Feng Qiuyan.

After seeing this, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

He recognized Feng Qiuyan, but Feng Qiuyan's current appearance was very different from before. Feng Qiuyan is sweating heavily and keeps breathing heavily. His eyes looked at Zhou Wen, as red as a rabbit's eyes, as if he would choose someone to eat at any time, which almost scared Zhou Wen.

Feng Qiuyan is not really tired, but the psychological pressure is too great. With his legendary physical fitness, he actually lost to a mortal level, and he was defeated so badly. While Zhou Wen was still playing games with one hand, he was unable to grab a ball. The psychological pressure was unimaginable to outsiders.

If Feng Qiuyan had not had the firm will of her heart, she might have collapsed from another person with a slightly poor mind.

The more Feng Qiuyan wants to win, the more psychological pressure he will be. The psychological fatigue is far greater than physical fatigue.

"How did you do it?" When Zhou Wen thought Feng Qiuyan would pounce on him and bite him, Feng Qiuyan stared at Zhou Wen and suddenly asked.

"How did you do it?" Zhou Wen was slightly stunned.

"Why can you predict the landing point of the ball in advance without watching the ball?" Feng Qiuyan asked her doubts.

He is better than Zhou Wen in everything, but he loses only by this.

"Because of this." Zhou Wen pointed to his ears, then picked up the coat placed on the chair and turned around and left.

Zhou Wen refers to the Diting earrings on his ears, and Feng Qiuyan obviously misunderstood Zhou Wen's meaning. He thought Zhou Wen refers to the ears, and instantly realized something, and said to himself: "So that's it. It turns out that he is not really playing games, but uses games to divert his sight and only uses ears to listen to the ball. It turns out that this is the training method. It seems that outsiders say that he is a game otakus, but the fact is not. He works harder than anyone else, and playing games is also a kind of practice."

It is obvious that Feng Qiuyan misunderstood Zhou Wen. In fact, playing games is Zhou Wen's main purpose, and practicing listening is just by the way.

"Zhou Wen, wait a minute." Seeing that Zhou Wen had already walked out of the practice field, Feng Qiuyan suddenly chased after him as if she had woken up in a dream.
Chapter completed!