"Wu Qingfeng, don't let me down."

The two looked at each other across the net, and Mu Liuge was the first to speak.

"That's what I'm going to say to you, too." Wu Qingfeng said lightly.

Although both of them seemed to be relatively calm, not to the point of that kind of sabre-rattling.

However, those present could faintly feel the strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

Especially when the eyes of the two gradually became fanatical, the atmosphere of the imminent outbreak of the big war made the audience silent.

At the beginning, Wu Qingfeng won the right to serve.

Wu Qingfeng stared at the ball in his hand with a solemn expression.

This is the first match between him and Mu Liuge, both national singles champions, who is the first singles player in South China, depends on his next performance.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Qingfeng abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind, had no distractions, and threw himself into this battle!

"Bang!"

Wu Qingfeng sent a sharp diagonal kick in front of the net at the beginning.

As soon as he made a move, everyone could feel that Wu Qingfeng's strength gave people a completely different feeling.

Faster!

More tricky!

Compared with the quality of other people's serves, Wu Qingfeng is a notch higher!

Everyone subconsciously thought that if they were to be in the opposite position, I am afraid that the three words Wu Qingfeng alone would be enough to make people lose their fighting spirit, right?

However, Mu Liuge is not a vegetarian either.

He is also a top master, and his eyes lit up at the moment when Wu Qingfeng played, and his body moved quickly.

As soon as his body let go and twisted, he easily took Wu Qingfeng's serve as if it were at hand.

At the same time, there was still enough strength to press down, and he launched a direct attack on the second beat!

What a fast pace!

Very few people in high school leagues do this.

On the one hand, do you first test the depth of the opponent through some small balls, can you press down, press the middle when you press down, or press both sides? How is your opponent's forehand? What about a backhand shot? Through a series of temptations, only after truly understanding the technical characteristics of the other party can we better prescribe the right medicine.

On the other hand, it is to find the feel in the temptation.

But Mu Liuge directly skipped these steps and pressed down directly on the second beat!

Either stupidity, or extreme confidence in one's own strength!

Pastoral songs are clearly the latter.

In order to take the lead and catch Wu Qingfeng off guard!

"Whoosh!"

The ball dragged countless afterimages in the air, approaching Wu Qingfeng's diagonal bottom line.

This is to end the opponent's rhythm in two beats!

If you were someone else, you might have been succeeded by Mu Liuge.

But Wu Qingfeng is not easy to bully.

With rich experience in the competition, Wu Qingfeng will habitually return to the midfield every time he finishes handling a goal.

Although Mu Liuge's ball is tricky, when the ball is still flying in the air, Wu Qingfeng is just a retreat for a leisurely stroll, and when the ball just reaches the bottom line, others are already waiting on the bottom line!

At the same time, Wu Qingfeng keenly observed that Mu Liuge's body center of gravity leaned forward slightly.

He's going online!

"Bang!"

Of course, Wu Qingfeng would not let Mu Liuge play so comfortably, he directly picked the ball to Mu Liuge's backcourt.

Mu Liuge was not annoyed when he saw this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he appeared in the backcourt in three steps and two steps, and hit the ball back with a flat volley.

Flat draw?

Seeing Mu Liuge's handling of this ball, Wu Qingfeng had a trace of doubt in his heart, isn't Mu Liuge giving him a chance?

It stands to reason that if you draw flat on the bottom line, the opponent will have countless options, either high, or put the net, or directly go online to kill!

This is tantamount to giving the initiative to others!

However, this thought only flashed through Wu Qingfeng's mind, and he retained a trace of vigilance in his heart, his body had already come to the net.

This is a great opportunity to close the net!

But in the next second, Mu Liuge used his strength to prove to Wu Qingfeng why he was known as the No. 1 singles in South China!

A second ago, Mu Liuge's seemingly random flat shot ......

actually crossed a slight falling arc out of thin air in front of the net!

The ball is changing direction in the air!

Then, after a "snap", it turned into a tennis ball!

The ball was flying at high speed, and the trajectory of the ball changed dramatically due to the ball head touching the net!

The ball that was supposed to be intercepted by Wu Qingfeng in the midfield began to fall in front of the net!

From flat volleys to touches to tennis balls, to balls in front of the net, all these changes are just a short moment!

But even so, the expression on Wu Qingfeng's face did not change in the slightest.

He should have thought that Mu Liuge would never give him a chance easily.

The center of gravity of his body was slightly lowered, and Wu Qingfeng instantly appeared in front of the net.

Catch the ball when it's only an arm's length from the ground.

At the same time, the moment the ball and the racket touched, Wu Qingfeng's wrist shook slightly and rubbed it, so that the ball did not bounce up quickly.

On the contrary, Wu Qingfeng controlled the height of the ball under the net to the extent that it could pass the net!

You have your plan, I have my ladder over the wall!

Wu Qingfeng responded to Mu Liuge with actions, and his strength will never be inferior to the other party!

"What precise control!" Tang Siyao, the captain of the Fujian University High School Affiliated to Fujian University, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't help but admire.

Before, Mu Liuge threw the problem to Wu Qingfeng.

Now Wu Qingfeng has returned the problem to Mu Liuge!

"Mu Liuge, what will you do in the face of this kind of ball?" Tang Siyao thought in his heart.

Mu Liuge on the field reacted the same as Tang Siyao, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, Wu Qingfeng's response was indeed in place, which made him have to raise the ball high.

Some people may ask, why doesn't Mu Liuge continue to put the net in front of the net?

The reason is that Wu Qingfeng has already adjusted his posture at this time, as long as he dares to put the net in front of Wu Qingfeng in front of the net, Wu Qingfeng will dare to kill the ball at the moment when it just appears!

Mu Liuge can't bet, this game is not child's play, and Wu Qingfeng is even more unlikely to release the water.

Therefore, he can only raise the ball high!

"Bang!"

Although Mu Liuge lifted the ball high in desperation, Mu Liuge's response was also impossible to fault.

The ball soared into the sky under the control of Mu Liuge, and it soared up with a "boom"!

It flew until it was tens of meters high before slowly falling.

If this is handled, firstly, Wu Qingfeng will not be able to continue his next offensive, and secondly, Mu Liuge will also be able to leave himself enough time to prepare.

It's a win-win-win!

Muliuge can make the most correct response in a short period of time, and the strength is really good!

"What a power!" Wu Qingfeng said to Mu Liuge, who was also in front of the net.

Mu Liuge smiled slightly and said, "Let the ball fly first for a while." ”

Looking at the posture of these two people, it seems that they are not competing now, but two friends are talking.

However, the conversation between the two stopped here, only a brief exchange, and Wu Qingfeng's body then quickly retreated like an arrow from a string.

In just the blink of an eye, Wu Qingfeng had already retreated to the landing point of the ball, and the ball was ......

Fly for a while!

A few seconds later, the ball slowly fell into Wu Qingfeng's hitting range.

is about one person tall from Wu Qingfeng.

But at this time, Wu Qingfeng made an unexpected move.

He jumped!

Wu Qingfeng jumped up!

He's ...... Jump to kill!