The audience was silent, except for the clear footsteps of Bakhusarev.

One step at a time, one step at a time, he gradually realized that something seemed to be wrong. The previous scene replayed in his mind like a movie, a little bit, including the magnitude of the tennis ball trembling at that time.

Feeling his mental state at this time, the heat of his body, he suddenly trembled. The emaciated body slowly turned back, and as he moved, the eyes and gazes of the surrounding audience also moved.

"Gollum"

Swallowing the saliva in his throat with difficulty, he looked at Takchikovsky who was slumped on the ground, his thin face squeezed his lips hard, the tears in his eyes turned into a little luster, and he squeezed out a strange expression at the other party.

"I'm sorry, Nek"

However, the teammate on the ground just shook his head and pointed in the direction of the scoreboard.

“40:0？” Seeing this score, his heart tightened. Seeing the other party's weak appearance again, the tension in his heart suddenly dissipated, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry, leave the rest to me!" ”

Suddenly, a confident momentum arose from his body. The cloudy gaze in his eyes turned sharp, and he stabbed the two people of the Chinese team like a knife.

However, the referee, who had been silent for a long time, gave him a strange look and said loudly:

"At the end of the game, the Chinese team Le Jia. Chen, Yichu. Zhuang won, the score is 2:1! ”

Rumble!

Bakhusarev's expression, which was still smiling, froze suddenly, and his fierce momentum came to an abrupt end. In just a moment, he was attacked by hundreds of world-class powerhouses.

The deputy head coach of the Russian team, Mr. Krokowski, who had been silent, couldn't stand it any longer, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and shouted angrily towards the court: "Doronch, get back for me!" ”

"Hahaha"

At the same time, the audience could no longer hold back and erupted in a burst of earth-shattering laughter.

A farce, and that's the end of it.

Next, the most critical one, the one that decided the fate of Russia. No, or rather, in this most crucial singles trio selection, both sides will inevitably send one of their strongest players.

The audience, who was gradually calming down, looked over with burning eyes again. This game will definitely be a battle for the top of the second turn, and even, a collision of the strong of the third turn.

Three turns?

Shiraishi's gaze also fell on the arena cleaned by the staff. Then, his eyes scanned the two camps, and he had reason to believe that the two countries that dared to stretch out their hands to the world tennis arena must have players who are as deterrent as nuclear bombs.

It's just that will it be sent to the singles three at the same time?

Such questions arise in any player whose vision and strength coexist. Unlike the general audience, they are more concerned about the level of strength of these two fighters.

As time went on, ten minutes later, two names were printed on the electronic list of the game. "Team China, XI. Shaw (senior year), Russia, Verdo. Ivanov (junior year of high school). ”

Rumble!

The crowd boiled. These are two high school juniors, compared to the previous competition, where both sides used three high school students. In other words, the person who is in the key position must be the strongest existence among high school students.

This is most likely a three-turn contest!

At the same time, one person walked out of the direction of the Chinese team. Like the outline carved out of the seal, a pair of sword eyebrows flashed with a sharp temperament, the bridge of the nose was straight, and the eyes were black and white, revealing a sense of profundity. And the most impressive thing is his shaggy hair that alternates black and white, contradictory but harmonious.

Less whiteheads?

When many people saw this person, this thought flashed in their hearts. But it was more about the cheers of the Chinese team, and the screams of the many girls.

In this noise, in the direction of the Russian team, a tall young man walked. He has brown hair, slopping like a lion's mane, a square face, eyebrows like two comets, and a terrifying gaze. The nose is as tall as a mountain peak, and between the nose and lips, black stubble is embellished, and there is a faint smell of vicissitudes up and down the body.

This is a man with a story.

The two are of similar height, both in their early teens of 1.9 meters. In front of the network, it gives people a feeling of getting together. Unexpectedly, the corner of the Russian team's young Ivanov hooked the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Long time no see!" ”

Xiao Shiyi also responded with a smile: "Yes, the last time I fought a war, there was a year apart, right?" ”

Wow!

There was a commotion in the crowd. These two have fought each other before? The result? Win or lose or draw? However, the conversation between the two ended after only a few words. In the end, Xiao Shiyi won the ball.

In the service area, Xiao Shiyi, who was tall, lightly held the tennis ball in his hand and nodded quietly. Then, the tennis ball is tossed, and the racket swings and hits it over.

The movements are skillful, but they do not have the explosive power of Tachikovsky before, nor the smooth feeling of Zhuang Yichu. Some viewers shook their heads, losing most of their interest.

Opposite, Ivanov stepped his right foot, and his body appeared at the point where the tennis ball landed. A hint of unnaturalness flashed in his eyebrows, and then disappeared, but he saw the racket in his hand instantly whip out. And the tennis ball flashed at this moment and disappeared.

However, a smile tugged at the corner of Ivanov's mouth. The racket castrated, swirled like a hook, and hit an unusually open space.

Bang!

But he heard a tremor, and the tennis ball was forced out of the air by him and held firmly in the racket. With a sharp swing of his right hand, he volleyed the tennis ball out, and Ivan looked at Xiao opposite at the same time, "Come and don't be rude!" ”

I saw the tennis ball that was volleyed out, and the figure flickered left and right in the air, and its true trajectory could not be determined.

"Is there anything about this?" One of the contestants asked in confusion.

But as soon as the words fell, he heard another person beside him sneer, pointed to the place where the tennis ball flashed and said, "Take a closer look at that place, is the space there the same as before?" ”

Space?

The man was startled, then frowned and looked away. When he saw the area that was faintly alienated from the surrounding space, he was shocked again, there, all the irregularities connected, wasn't it the size of a tennis ball?

Bang!

Before he could react, the tennis ball that was still dodging was hit by Xiao Shiyi at the back of the court. At the same time, there was still a flickering shadow of tennis in the area in front of him.

"What is this?"

Many widened their eyes. What's going on, the tennis ball is still moving? Could it be that Ivanov increased the number of tennis balls very covertly when he returned the ball just now?

However, Xiao Shiyi didn't care about the tennis ball that was still moving, and with a wave of the racket, he brought up a stream of air like silver threads, and threw the silk pattern towards Ivan on the opposite side.

"Hey, this kind of ball, it's soft, and mistakes shouldn't be like this, right?"

Soft?

Before the people around him could speak, they saw the tennis ball of the net instantly become brighter, and the rotation of the surface of the tennis ball became stronger and stronger, and the wind rolled up. And the original Dao Dao air flow shot out directly like a blade at this moment.

"Suddenly accelerated!"

A student from China watched this scene blankly, and his heart was difficult to accept for a while. This is obviously a stroke that violates the laws of physics, and even if you dig through all the study materials, you can't find a problem that can be proven.

He didn't know that when Newton discovered the secret of the apple, there was no such thing as a tennis ball. Then Einstein updated modern mechanics and wisely chose the word speed of light. Because at this stage, the speed of hitting the ball is nowhere near this level.

At this time, Ivan, who saw the tennis ball emitting a blazing white light, paused with a puzzled look and was about to swing the racket. And at this moment, the speed of the tennis ball also suddenly slowed down, and it landed on the racket impartially.

"Bang!"

Ivan's racket was swung out, and the flickering shadow did not reappear, but the tennis ball in people's eyes suddenly became blurred.

"Are you coming?"

Some players gritted their teeth, eliminated all distractions, and focused all their minds on tennis. They know that what is going to happen next is going to be tennis beyond their understanding.

"Bang!"

Sure enough, just as people's eyes were focused on Xiao Shiyi, they only heard the sound of hitting the ball, and a streamer reversed again. Ordinary people can no longer keep up with the speed of tennis with the naked eye.

However, those who can barely keep up know in their hearts that this is just the beginning, and the two of them probably haven't even warmed up.

Bang!

Sure enough, when Ivan swung his racket again, the tennis ball in the eyes of many people had disappeared.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the end, there was only the action of the two people on the court, the sound of hitting the ball, and the all-important tennis ball was missing.

The final decisive battle kicked off. And this battle will also determine who of the two teams can go to the next ladder and compete for that exciting spot.

ps: This chapter is a little unideal, but there is no way, my dad is by my side, and I am worried about the code words

As for the reason, I don't dare to tell him that I'm writing a novel, and I'm going to be scolded. I finally got into a university, but I was doing this kind of thing, and he knew that my computer would probably have to be scrapped. alas