“game！ Chinese team, wind. JIN & Xi. Lu won, the score is 2:0! ”

Forty minutes, that's the time for a cup of coffee at the door. If you read it carefully, and then read some reading materials and magazines, I am afraid that this time will be a little longer. However, the doubles match between the Chinese team and the Russian team has ended.

On one side of the pitch, the two Russian players gasped incessantly, glancing at the opposite side from time to time with horror in their eyes.

"Devils, they're simply devils!"

Bamulev said in a trembling voice, at this moment, he no longer had a trace of high spirits before. And his arms, which were as strong as a raging bull, had already hung down at this moment. For the first time, he learned the power of harmony head-on. The figure of the other party in his mind couldn't be dispersed at all, and his heart sank. He knew that this match between these two men would be a nightmare for his life.

As for Karondereev, his dark color changed, and he was shocked with a little unwillingness. He looked at his right hand, and there, too, was an unexposed force. But he knew that it might have little effect on the coherence at all. Moreover, he has also heard about the upcoming world, and it is naturally a good thing to be able to hide some clumsiness.

At this moment, there was a cheer called "Chinese" on the field. After winning, China's tennis has sent out its future voice in the world, which is the voice of the nation, and it does not make people proud and inspired.

Off the field, Shiraishi was full of emotion in his heart. More than that, it's about these two players. Both of them should be high school students, and their strength is not a concern if they are placed on singles, but this is doubles, and 1+1 is equal to unknown doubles!

Rest for a while, but the people above have not seen it retreat, while the people below are looking forward. There are more and more people, and Shiraishi is also faintly worried in his heart, but Melbourne Park has taken precautions for such a situation early, and he saw a team of about 1,000 police officers helping to maintain order.

And at this moment, the referee's voice sounded again: "Let's play doubles one!" ”

"Chinese team Le Jia. Chen (senior three), Yi Chu. Zhuang (3rd year) vs. Russian Nek. Takchikovsky (senior year), Doronch. Bakhusarev (3rd year of junior high school)! ”

"Oh?"

Hearing the name of the person who played in the Chinese team, Baishi couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. In the past, it was this old friend who went to the Japanese team to cheer on the field, but now, it's time for him to come and see how much of his outstanding ability this young man who was brought out by Li Xiao and Liang alone.

On the other side, the Russian team walked out of two young people, one strong and one thin.

The leader is a tiger, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his eyes scan everyone with a vicious aura. And those who were swept by him lowered their heads and did not dare to look at them. It seems that this is what it should be like to be called a fighting nation.

But there is a person behind him, and his figure and appearance are very different from him. The man's face was shriveled like that of a fellow traveler, his arms were as slender as a woman's hand, and his thin body seemed to be blown away if the wind was stronger. However, it is close to two meters tall, which is really like a realistic version of a tall bamboo pole.

However, this man's cloudy but shining eyes from time to time show that he is not a good person.

The four of them gathered in front of the net, and compared with each other, Chen Lejia and the two were two heads shorter. This is another game of height suppression. However, Chen looked at the two guys in front of him who needed to look up, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth.

And this smile seems to anger some single-celled creature.

"What do you mean?"

The tall little giant-like Tachikovsky yelled in broken English, staring at the very underwhelmed guy opposite.

"Huh?" Chen Lejia was suddenly confused, turned his head and asked Zhuang Yichu on the side in Chinese: "My English is not very good, what did this guy say just now?" ”

"Amount"

Who knew that Zhuang was stunned for half a second, and then shook his head and said, "I don't know either." ”

Uh, the corners of Chen's mouth twitched, then turned into a playful smile, and then changed into a shake like an old pedant: "Alas, pretending to be a classmate, this kind of person can't even be picked up, Zizi, all day long, I can't think about what I want to do in the stream."

And after Zhuang Yichu heard this, he glanced at him as if he was looking at an idiot, "Senior Chen, the masters of the Shaolin Temple have gone to the house to subdue demons."

The two sighed and laughed one by one, stunned the audience in the stands. Are these two really a pair? However, some people sighed in their hearts, I am afraid that this game will not be good. Because, the guy on the other side, who looked like a tiger bear, had already red eyes.

"You guys"

As soon as Tachikovsky's roar sounded, it stopped abruptly, and he saw a slender white jade hand on his stout bear's back.

"Nek, it's a game!"

"Hmm!" The rugged face bowed and nodded. Immediately ignoring the draw, he turned around and walked towards the backcourt, but when he left, the tiger eyes looked at the two deeply.

Bakhusarev was left alone, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "Chinese friends, your methods are really not good. However, it worked very well for Nek's tendon, and I have to say, you have succeeded. ”

There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, and it seemed that as soon as the two of them spoke, he had penetrated the 'conspiracy'. "However, I'm sorry to tell you that our captain is very tricky when he gets angry."

However, after he finished speaking, Chen and Zhuang, who had been listening quietly, did not react in the slightest. There was a slight glint of surprise in Bakhusarev's eyes, but then he disappeared deeply, but in his heart, he already regarded the two opposite as the most profound characters of the city.

When the draw was over, Chen Zhuang and the others walked to the backcourt, and heard Chen Lejia parting the racket, covering his mouth with his hand and whispering: "Lao Zhuang, what was that Maozi talking about just now?" ”

Zhuang Yichu rolled his eyes, shrugged helplessly and said, "Who knows, I only scored 16 points in English in the high school entrance examination this time, ouch"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang, and the other party's hand slapped heavily on his shoulder.

"Haha"

Chen Lejia's eyes were crooked with a smile, but he barely fell to the ground. Seeing that he secretly covered his mouth again, he forced a smile in his heart and said, "I'm sorry, you successfully took the first place in our team." ”

Zhuang Yichu obviously didn't believe it, and asked: "This is impossible, how much did you take the exam back then?" ”

"Me?" The smile on Chen's body suddenly dissipated, and there was a little more pride and uninhibition between his eyebrows, and he said indifferently: "Brother was 24.5 back then!" ”

"Uh-huh!"

Zhuang was stunned for a moment, ready to be hit, but after listening to it, he squirted out and held his waist with a smile. "Oh no, laughing at it, haha"

The audience on the field was dumbfounded, and some white people couldn't help but look around, could it be that what jokes on the stage made the two of them laugh so much?

And Bakhusarev, who returned to the backcourt, shook his head lightly and said quite proudly: "Chinese friends, you have already exposed your character, and now you want to cover it up, it's too late!" ”

On the other side, the two continued to joke until the referee couldn't help but warn and stopped.

"At the start of the game, the Chinese team Yichu. Zhuang serves, the end of the game! ”

Crash!

No matter how unbearable the previous image of the two was, at this moment, the audience on the stage was still boiling. Especially the Chinese tourist fans, when they have already played the next game, their morale is like a rainbow, and the sound of cheering and shouting directly overshadows the others.

On the field, the smiling expression on Zhuang Yichu's face has long been gone, replaced by seriousness and solemnity.

"Hah!"

Listening to a soft drink, the tennis ball in his hand was thrown up, and the racket was lifted and covered by the back of his head. With a bang, the racket with a strong whirlwind dislodged everything and flowed like water to the corners.

"Hey!"

Takchikovsky chuckled, and his bear-heavy body moved like a monkey, and he saw him step up and take three or two steps to the tennis spot.

Lifting the racket, his eyes flashed with a fleeting fierce light, and his muscles swelled and smashed into the racket with the sound of whirring wind.

"Bang!"

A crackling sound sounded, and the next moment, the stone shattered. The tennis ball was like a burning buckshot, slamming towards Chen Lejia on the other side with a terrifying sound.

"Oh, me?" The corners of Chen's mouth curled slightly.

But looking at this terrifying ball, his heart was also very solemn. However, attention is not the same as fear. I saw him raise the racket in his hand, find the trajectory of the tennis ball and take a step, and at the same time turn his body with the help of force.

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The right toe rolls up the turf, and the blue-and-white racket slams straight into the tennis ball.

"Bang!"

The racket shook and moved back a lot. But tennis also weakened, and at the same time, Chen's seemingly unathletic body exerted force.

"Whew"

The tennis ball took a sharp turn, changed direction and shot at the opposite corner at a strange angle. There, there is a dead end in his prediction.

However, just as the tennis ball was about to reach the landing point around the heavily slapped racket, the black racket suddenly stopped. Immediately followed by a small arm that had always been as slender as a woman.

Bang!

When the racket catches the tennis ball, Bakhusarev's eyes flash, and the tennis ball covered by the racket also flashes. Suddenly, the entire paddle surface was empty, and the originally stretched thread returned to its original shape.

What about balls? Disappeared out of thin air in the eyes of countless people.

Boom.

With a soft sound, Zhuang Yichu's face in the backfield changed. The tennis ball rolled over with a scorched black smoke floating on it.

Off the field, Shiraishi frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he whispered in his heart: "Are you hiding in the space?" ”

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