Lin Hezhou is well aware of Li Hongshang's playing style.

Just like he is, simple and calm.

No matter what the game is, Li Hongshang can always defuse the opponent's attack in the simplest way, finish the opponent in the shortest time, never drag the mud and water, never grandstand, and Jiang Fengyan's playing style is completely two extremes.

Now, what Lin Hezhou never expected was that fighting against Jiang Fengyan made him feel the terrifying game control and arena insight that only belonged to Li Hongshang.

At this moment, Lin Hezhou felt that he was not fighting with Jiang Fengyan at all, but with Li Hongshang himself, and that kind of oppressive force was suffocating and uncomfortable.

To be honest, Lin Hezhou was surprised that Jiang Fengyan had such an aura, which was really incredible.

Even if it is imitation, you may imitate the technique, but his aura and behavior are completely imitated, which is too weird.

Can the average person really do it?

Lin Hezhou felt that he couldn't explain all this, but Lin Hezhou, who had played against Li Hongshang, knew how much pressure there would be when playing with Li Hongshang.

Because, the first loss of Lin Hezhou's tennis career was given by Li Hongshang.

"It can perfectly reproduce Li Hongshang's playing style, what's going on with this guy?"

For the first time in Lin Hezhou's heart, he had fear in his heart, but what surprised him was not only this, but what happened next made him so surprised that he almost forgot that he was still competing.

Jiang Fengyan's next style change, yes, Lin Hezhou realized that Jiang Fengyan was imitating himself, and whether it was serving. It doesn't matter if you return the ball, the kind of strength that only you can play by yourself was easily beaten by Jiang Fengyan.

The confrontation between the two seems to have turned into a duel between the two Lin Hezhou, and the game scene is extremely hot.

"Oh no, how do I feel, Lin Hezhou is competing with himself?"

"That is, Jiang Fengyan completely imitated Lin Hezhou's ball skills."

"It's not just imitation. Even surpassed Lin Hezhou himself! ”

The audience in the audience was completely boiling, and Jiang Fengyan's performance was like performing magic, copying Lin Hezhou's playing movements and basic skills.

“・・・・・・”

Seeing this scene, Liu Fangze, Zhou Huashang and others opened their mouths in surprise and were speechless.

"What an admirable guy."

Alex couldn't help but shake his head, Jiang Fengyan was always able to make eye-catching moves.

"In this world, the most difficult thing to imitate is Li Hongshang's ball skills, although it is simple, but it is precisely because it is too simple. It's not easy to do, but he can reproduce it perfectly. Not only that, but he also imitated Lin Hezhou's way of playing・・・・・・"

Lin Hezhou is almost crazy, and playing with himself is the most painful thing, as if the opponent knows his thoughts, no matter where he plays, the opponent will receive it. At the same time, because the opponent is himself, Lin Hezhou can also guess his thoughts.

So. This game turned into a terrifying continuous battle.

However, this is not a headache, the worst thing is that Lin Hezhou, which Jiang Fengyan imitated, actually has a tendency to surpass himself!

"Could it be that Jiang Fengyan knows more about his own tennis skills than Lin Hezhou?"

See this scene. All of them opened their mouths in astonishment.

Lin Hezhou is very dissatisfied, does he want to be defeated by the fake himself?

No, you can't go on like this, you can't lose here!

Lin Hezhou tried his best, but the final result was terrible.

Jiang Fengyan won a perfect victory against Lin Hezhou.

2-0。 The game is over!

Lin Yuxiang covered her small mouth, Shui Ling's big eyes were already moist, she knew how cruel this game was to Lin Hezhou.

It is a naked insult to be defeated by an opponent who imitates his own tricks!

"That's the perfect victory, isn't it?"

Jiang Fengyan came to the net, looked at Lin Hezhou, who was squatting on the ground and panting, and smiled: "What, how does it feel to be defeated by your own tricks?" ”

Lin Hezhou gritted his teeth and stared at Jiang Fengyan viciously, even if he was unwilling, but he had to say that this game was a complete defeat for himself!

Lin Hezhou himself admitted that for Jiang Fengyan, it was an irrevocable victory.

"With the same technique, the person who still has the physical advantage loses the game, which proves that no matter what, Lin Hezhou can't defeat Jiang Fengyan."

"Lin Hezhou not only lost to his opponent, but also lost to himself, what a miserable game!"

The discussion in the audience came out, and Lin Hezhou's hideous expression couldn't help but dim.

There is no way to say, there is no room for refutation, because Lin Hezhou knows very well that he has lost this battle to the fullest.

"However, it seems that the victory between us is not over yet."

Jiang Fengyan suddenly dropped this sentence and turned to leave.

After hearing this sentence, Lin Hezhou was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly smiled bitterly.

"yes, it's not over yet."

・・・・・・

After the game, the crowd began to disperse.

on the streets.

"I really didn't expect Jiang Fengyan to win so easily."

"Anyway, was that physical exertion so severe just now faked?"

"Pretending, is that so? Did you become a fraudster? ”

"Look at that sinister expression, that's true."

"Hahaha."

For this game, the audience is very satisfied, Jiang Fengyan's game has never disappointed, because of this, more and more people began to like Jiang Fengyan and regarded him as the object of their pursuit.

"Sure enough, the only person who can stop Jiang Fengyan is Li Hongshang."

"yes, I'm looking forward to it, their finals!"

In the hotel, there are more and more guests, and they are talking about today's game.

"Cut, it's just a guy with fancy skills, and in my opinion, if he doesn't have those skills, he's just an ordinary player."

After hearing these people's discussions, a young man in a bartender uniform muttered unhappily after cutting off.

"Hey, Arcor Vinson, what are you standing there in a daze, come and get to work!"

"Dead old man."

A loud shout came, Aike frowned, couldn't help but open his mouth and cursed softly, and hurriedly walked over.

"Then again, why would I do such a thing?"

After delivering the drinks that the guests wanted, Ike looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"It's not good to be poor at home, and it's also painful to have a cheating father, participate in a tennis match, and all the winnings are sent back to pay off debts, and your living expenses are not settled, it's really bad luck for eight lifetimes."

Thinking so, Iko took the plate and prepared to return to the service desk, when a scantily clad blonde screamed and bumped into Ico.

"Stinky, it's annoying."

A drunken man with a bottle of wine in his hand staggered over and threw it at the blonde.

There was a loud bang, and blood flowed down Echo's forehead.

At this moment, the lively hotel suddenly fell silent. (To be continued.) )