“・・・・・・”

Zhao Bishun was stunned for a long time, the surprise on his face disappeared, and was replaced by joy and excitement.

"It seems that it is good that I didn't defeat you at the beginning."

After speaking, Zhao Bishun turned around and returned to the court where he was, he could feel that his blood was boiling.

After Jiang Fengyan heard this, he didn't feel the slightest unpleasantness, and after laughing lightly, he put the tennis racket on his shoulder, turned around and asked, "Referee, when will it start, I can't help but 'slap' this guy." ”

"Painful?" The referee was taken aback when he heard this, and quickly said solemnly: "Fighting is not allowed!" ”

Jiang Fengyan squinted his eyes and was a little speechless, this referee is too rigid.

Looking at the arena, Jiang Fengyan's mood had completely perked up, and he even made jokes, and the members of the Xinle High School team finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"In the third set, both of them are going to move seriously."

In the audience, in another conspicuous place, there were four or five middle-aged men, looking at the two people on the field with serious expressions.

These four or five middle-aged men are particularly noble, and one of them even holds a key position in the American Youth Sports Tennis Association in China.

Others are well-known behind-the-scenes editors of big media outlets, including scouts from prestigious tennis universities.

They originally came here to see Zhao Bishun's performance, and by the way, to see if they could dig out some good newcomers.

It's just that at the beginning of the finals, Jiang Fengyan and Zhao Bishun's performance disappointed them very much.

But, after all, they are all very experienced seniors, and they know that on the field, the situation changes instantly, no matter what the situation will happen, and it is understandable that young people like them have emotional problems.

So normally, they don't make a decision until the whole game is over.

Obviously, this time they made the right judgment again and did not choose to leave, because the real good match is about to start in the third set.

The referee was already in place, Jiang Fengyan came to the court, stood on the bottom line, and the first game of the third set was Jiang Fengyan's serve.

On the other side, Zhao Bishun was waiting for him, his expression was serious, his eyes were firm, it could be seen that he was already engrossed at this time, and he knew that the next game would be very difficult.

Even if it is a little difficult, there is one thing that Zhao Bishun is still very sure, it can also be said that he has absolute trust in his own skills, no matter what, the opponent is just a high school student like himself.

At this age, he believes that no matter who the opponent is, he will definitely be on the side that is on the upper hand!

Compared with him with a complicated mind, Jiang Fengyan has no distracting thoughts at this moment.

Throwing the tennis ball high into the sky, at this moment, everyone nervously and expectantly fixed their eyes on Jiang Fengyan's body.

The tennis ball fell slowly, Jiang Fengyan kicked his feet, gathered the strength of his whole body, swung the racket, and then gave it a downward friction the moment the racket touched the tennis ball.

With a bang, the tennis ball flew out quickly, and after crossing the net, it went straight to the corner of the zone.

At this moment, Zhao Bishun, who was near the middle line, frowned, he was sure that this was not an outspin serve, but a professional player would use a very high success rate in the second serve, a difficult serve, and an upspin serve.

The tennis ball bounced off the ground, but the speed did not slow down, Zhao Bishun gritted his teeth, took two steps back, and then leaned slightly to the left, stretched out his arm, and swung the racket out.

Syllable!

Successfully hit the tennis ball, and the tennis ball flew to the right sideline of Jiang Fengyan's court with a spin.

Jiang Fengyan stood near the bottom line, motionless, even though the tennis ball had flown over, he still didn't move a step.

"What is that kid doing? Why don't you catch the ball! ”

"yes, that shot was clearly in bounds!"

Everyone in the audience wondered, thinking to themselves what Jiang Fengyan was doing, obviously he could receive this ball!

But in the next second, everyone opened their mouths in unison, looking very surprised.

This ball, instead of falling in bounds, fell outside the field, and was only a centimeter or two away from the sideline!

This prediction made Zhao Bishun shout for Jiang Fengyan in his heart.

If it were a normal person, he would definitely rush to the left touchline to catch the ball, after all, it looked like it would definitely land on the field.

This is also Zhao Bishun's strength, even if he knows that he can't catch that ball, so, even if he will go out of bounds, he must create an illusion that he may fall into the boundary, and at this time, ordinary players will fall into the trap and rush up desperately to take the ball.

At this time, Zhao Bishun hurried to the net again and hit the ball to the other side, which was originally the opponent's winning point and became his own by the way!

“15－0.”

As the referee called out the score, Wen Xuan and they laughed in unison.

"Sure enough, it's fully recovered."

Zhen Yunshan jumped up happily, his mood was relaxed, and he was not as heavy as before.

"It's not just recovery, this guy is like he suddenly became stronger in an instant."

Yang Kairui admired, although he didn't know exactly what was going on, there was no doubt that Jiang Fengyan at this moment was extremely powerful.

Then the second serve, still sharp, but no longer topspin, but sidespin.

This ball is several times faster than the previous one.

Zhao Bishun knew that before the game started, what Jiang Fengyan showed him was this seemingly extremely ordinary sidespin serve.

But in fact, the ball flew so fast that even he couldn't keep his sight up.

“30－0.”

Zhao Bishun frowned, and wondered a little in his heart, obviously he had already experienced two sets of games, how could this kid's strength and physical strength be similar to those who had just played?

Sometimes he even wondered if the guy was doping.

But obviously, Jiang Fengyan would not do this.

At the end of the first game, Jiang Fengyan temporarily led 1-0.

At the beginning of the second game, Zhao Bishun's serve.

As always, Zhao Bishun's serve is full of offense, basically his serve, Jiang Fengyan either can't catch it and becomes an ace ball, or he just doesn't catch it well, Zhao Bishun took the opportunity to go online and hit a high-pressure ball, forcing Jiang Fengyan into a desperate situation.

The first two goals were successful, but in the third goal, Jiang Fengyan seized the opportunity and hit back this ball perfectly, this time, he did not reluctantly hit the high ball as before, but did not hesitate to hit a flat chipping ball.

This ball, the flight trajectory is extremely low, and the speed is very fast.

This made Zhao Bishun, who finally came to the net, have no time to react, so he can only make a hasty shot and change the way he swings the racket, but it was too late, and the ball flew past him.

This is a high-quality crossing ball!

Although he lost a share in his own service game, Zhao Bishun did not panic, and in the next few balls, he relied on the natural advantage of the service game to keep his serve without danger.

But at this time, his face was getting more and more solemn, and his previous indifference was completely gone.

The concentration of mental power was unprecedented, and the smile on his face never appeared again.

However, Jiang Fengyan is different, every ball he plays, every ball he receives, and every ball he loses seems to be inevitable in his opinion, so he is not entangled, but there is always a faint smile on his face.

The smile was strong evidence that he was enjoying the game, which was very different from what he wanted to do in the first two sets.

Of course, the reason for this is naturally because he is at ease.

The enhancement of the basic attributes of his body made his movements a lot smoother, whether it was moving back and forth, or running left and right, it would not cause him a great burden.

In addition, the disappearance of physical fatigue also gave him a big advantage in this game.

In fact, in the audience, those scouts or media editors who have been following the game are a little puzzled, obviously both of them have experienced two sets of matches, how do they feel, the other person does not seem to have consumed much physical strength.

As the game deepened, the attention of the two became more and more hit, and the level of the game became more exciting, but this excitement was not the kind of gorgeous performance, but simple violence and thrilling.

In each subsequent game, the number of swings was basically controlled by these two within five times, that is, every ball, and they all won and lost in a short period of time.

And, most importantly, none of them showed any flaws and successfully held their respective serves.

It can be said that there is no equal.

With the end of the tenth game, the score was 5-5, and neither man broke their opponent's serve.

At this time, Jiang Fengyan admired Zhao Bishun even more in his heart.

Because Jiang Fengyan completed an evolution with the help of the Netwang system, and inadvertently restored his physical strength, so compared to Zhao Bishun, Jiang Fengyan was equivalent to accidentally cheating and taking a big advantage.

But in such a situation, Jiang Fengyan still failed to find Zhao Bishun's flaws and failed to break his serve.

From this point of view, this Zhao Bishun is really strong!

In the audience, the audience also enjoyed watching it.

Especially when Jiang Fengyan made every wonderful save and played more than ten swings every time, he would applaud warmly after the ball, making the field boiling and particularly lively.

Some people will even make a desperate decision, as if the game will never stop, and the result of the game has become irrelevant.

"It's already pretty good."

Wrapping himself tightly, like a middle-aged man in the winter, stood up and turned away before the start of the tie-break.

Although the game is not over yet, for him, what should be seen has already been seen, and the victory or defeat behind him does not matter to him.

Now, it's just a matter of seeing each other.

As he quietly left the bustling audience, on the other side, among the five or six people of good status, a man stumbled upon him.

Looking at this extremely familiar back, the whole person was stunned for a long time, suddenly thought of something, opened his mouth slightly, and looked very surprised, after a long time, he suddenly stood up, surprised: "That person, could it be ・・・・・・?"

The others saw it, were a little puzzled, and asked, "Editor-in-Chief Drake, what's wrong with you?" ”

The man from the western part of the United States, known as Drake, shook his head, sat back in his seat, and said, "It's nothing, maybe I'm wrong." ”

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