In the crowd that had been just talking in a low voice, a loud voice suddenly appeared, and for a while, Jiang Fengyan attracted everyone's attention, of course, including Yue Yan and Rong Feihai on the field.

In the crowd, no one knew Jiang Fengyan, so the moment he spoke, the man he had talked to before was taken aback.

"You're from Xinle High School?"

Jiang Fengyan ignored him, and just set his eyes on the field.

Although Rong Feihai was a little surprised after hearing this sudden support, at this moment, the mental pressure was much less, and the feeling of loss was also relieved a lot at this moment.

But just in the next second, when he noticed that it was Jiang Fengyan who was cheering for him, his expression returned to indifference.

"Why is this stinky boy!"

At this time, Rong Feihai was extremely unhappy in his heart, no matter how much he hated Jiang Fengyan, this time, Jiang Fengyan's solidarity was particularly important to him.

That's right, even though it was just a very simple sentence, Rong Feihai's mental burden was inexplicably unloaded, and at this moment, he felt that he was not fighting alone. Confidence, regained. Rekindle your fighting spirit!

"Who's that kid? Your juniors? ”

Yue Yan didn't know Jiang Fengyan, thinking that Jiang Fengyan was just a stupid boy who admired his predecessors.

After Rong Feihai cut off, he just said coldly: "Come on, our game is not over yet!" ”

"Eh, what, do you think you still have the stamina?"

Yue Yan sneered, but he was still vigilant in his heart, and he also noticed that unlike the pretense of calmness just now, at this moment, the opponent's emotions seemed to have recovered most of them.

Therefore, he couldn't help but wonder who the young man outside the iron net who cheered for Rong Feihai at the critical moment.

"I didn't expect him to be there."

Zhao Bishun looked away at the moment when Jiang Fengyan shouted support, he still remembered Jiang Fengyan's voice, although he didn't care about it that morning, but later, when he learned that Sun Yi was defeated at his hands, he remembered Jiang Fengyan's person.

When Sun Yi saw Jiang Fengyan appear in the crowd, his fists clenched involuntarily, and his eyes widened, showing a strong hostility and war intent.

"Jiang Fengyan!"

Sun Yi clenched his teeth, the loss that day was the first defeat he had encountered since he was a child, so he kept Jiang Fengyan in mind and regarded him as an opponent he must defeat.

On the pitch, the game started again.

Yue Yan's serve.

The extremely ordinary serve with a high success rate gave Rong Feihai a little headache, but he knew that he had also found some problems from his opponent's serve game before.

That is, I must not admit it, and I must not have the slightest hesitation.

Since the opponent can't serve so well, then you have to take the opportunity to attack a wave fiercely, so that the opponent can't take care of himself!

After making up his mind, Rong Feihai decided to give up defense and focus all his attention on attack.

In the face of this serve, Rong Feihai played his best flat high-speed volley, the ball speed was very fast, and it crossed the net in an instant, like a gust of wind.

15－0.

Yue Yan couldn't see it clearly, and of course he couldn't receive it, so he was taken aback again: "I didn't expect you to have so much physical strength?" ”

Immediately afterwards, Yue Yan breathed a long sigh of relief and shook his head with relief: "Before, it wasn't because he was physically exhausted, but because the mental pressure made him look a lot weaker, in fact, he still has at least half of his physical strength, and that kid's support made his emotions stabilize!" ”

Thinking of this, Yue Yan couldn't help but turn his head again to look at Jiang Fengyan in the crowd.

After frowning slightly, Yue Yan sent the second ball, and the tennis ball passed over the net and fell straight to the outer corner of the opponent's first area.

Rong Feihai rushed over, leaning over, holding the racket with both hands, and hitting a powerful volley.

After being hit by a racket, the tennis ball flew out like a bullet.

This time, Yue Yan saw the path and landing point of the ball clearly, arrived in time, and very cautiously held the racket with both hands to catch this shot.

Later it turned out that his caution was correct, and the force of this ball was twice as strong as the previous one, almost like heavy lead!

Gritting his teeth, Yue Yan struggled with all his strength to fight back the ball.

The speed of tennis is still very fast, but for this kind of powerful volley, Rong Feihai is very good at it, after all, this is his forte!

After easily hitting the ball back, the corners of Rong Feihai's mouth raised a small arc, and this kind of hitting rhythm belonged to him.

Seeing this ball flying like a cannonball, Yue Yan gritted his teeth, he knew very well that he had fallen into the enemy's trap.

Before, I used to spin the ball to make my opponent run left and right.

But at this moment, the opponent kept using a powerful volley to force himself, allowing him to catch the ball with both hands, and also putting a lot of burden on his thin arms.

Finally hitting the ball back, Yue Yan loosened the racket, and then after the opponent vigorously hit the tennis ball back, he swung the racket again, this time, Yue Yan obviously felt the vibration of his arm.

This kind of violent tennis is very dirty, and if you don't play the angle, you play a straight line, which is to let you know the flight trajectory and landing point of the tennis ball, and you are to pick it up.

In a blink of an eye, Yue Yan was at a disadvantage. Hawkers, but it's also normal, no matter what sport, the mental pressure and mood swings of the athlete will have an impact on the course of the game, the support of the kid just now made Rong Feihai's spirit reinvigorate, and as soon as his self-confidence comes up, he will play much better. ”

Zhao Bishun took a step forward, he thought that Yue Yan would easily win the game, but at this time he also hesitated, and gradually couldn't see the direction of the game clearly.

30－0.

At this time, the audience outside the iron net was a little surprised, that Yue Yan would lose two points in a row in his own service game, what was going on, obviously not long ago, the opponent was beaten out of breath, but in the blink of an eye, he was overwhelmed and became Yue Yan.

In the next two balls, Rong Feihai still played his best strong volley, and won Yue Yan's game in one fell swoop.

The big score came to a 2-2 draw.

"Now it looks like this game is a bit mysterious."

"Who wins and who loses, not necessarily."

"Xinle University still has a chance."

At this moment, the audience outside the iron net talked again, and Rong Feihai seemed to have suddenly exploded, breaking the opponent's serve and pulling the score to a 2-2 draw.

"Damn!"

Yue Yan was a little irritable at this time, he didn't expect that he would be broken by this Rong Feihai, who was he, he was known as one of the three geniuses in Jinhai District.

Although he wanted to fight back, his arm was a little sore because of seven or eight consecutive strong volleys and catches in the previous game.

At this point, what he needs is a short break and composure.

"Looks like I'm underestimating you."

Looking at Rong Feihai, who was about to serve, Yue Yan stood loosely on the tennis court and said deliberately.

"Hmph, I seem to be overestimating you."

Rong Feihai snorted coldly and replied.

Yue Yan's expression gradually changed to indifference.

Rong Feihai serves.

Throwing the tennis ball high into the sky, Rong Feihai sent a powerful flat serve.

The tennis ball quickly crossed the net, then landed in the corner of the zone, and after touching the ground, it bounced off immediately.

At this time, Yue Yan frowned, held the racket with both hands, and hit a backhand cut ball, slowing down the ball speed.

The tennis ball with a strong spin, in the air erratically flew over, the speed of the ball was much slower, when the tennis was about to cross the net, Rong Feihai had come to the net, saw the opportunity, a fierce forehand smash hit.

It's just that this smash is too positive, and it was caught by Yue Yan with a backhand, and he hit a hanging high ball, and the tennis ball flew over Rong Feihai's head and landed in the backcourt.

15－0.

"It's finally serious."

Zhao Bishun shook his head: "It's long overdue, no matter who the opponent is, you can't take the enemy lightly and give him any chance." ”

Yue Yan was really serious, from the moment he didn't have a smile on his face, Rong Feihai naturally felt that something was wrong.

In fact, in his heart, he didn't know that the opponent's strength was stronger than his own, and his skills were higher than his own.

Even if he uses a powerful volley that his opponent is not very good at dealing with to deal with him, Yue Yan can also change the pace of the game from other aspects and slow down the speed of the ball.

What's more, it is impossible to hit the ball vigorously in every game, after all, it is too physically demanding, and before, it was consumed by Yue Yan for several waves, and the physical strength was not enough for a long time.

It can be said that the current Rong Feihai seems to have been poisoned by chronic poison, and he is dying step by step.

In the next few rounds, Rong Feihai tried his best, he let Yue Yan, who had always been relaxed and calm, start to pant and sweat, and in the end, even if he lost to Yue Yan, Rong Feihai was already very content, after all, the opponent's strength was really stronger than himself.

At the end of the game, 6-3, Yue Yan won.

Carriers against Xinle led 2-0 in tonight's game.

There are still people on the carrier side, and there are also people on Xinle's side, all of them are members of the original school team, they are all standing next to Luo Yudan, at this time, they are very frustrated when they see that Rong Feihai, the strongest among them, is lost, this time, the carrier is too strong!

Rong Feihai walked out of the court expressionlessly, came to Luo Yudan and said, "I'm sorry." ”

The crowd comforted.

The eyes of the audience outside the iron net lit up.

"It seems that this year's carrier is really better."

"Indeed, the players in this carriage are too strong!"

At this time, seeing Xinle losing two games in a row, the man standing next to Jiang Fengyan patted Jiang Fengyan on the shoulder and said, "Boy, you have to work harder, strive to enter the tennis club, become stronger, and then earn back face for the school." ”

After Jiang Fengyan glanced at the man, he pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "What the uncle said makes sense, but he has to save his money." ”

In the next second, Jiang Fengyan entered the court in the man's surprised expression.

Without saying a word, he came to a member of the former school team, took the tennis racket from his hand without being polite, and then came to the court, pointed at the opposite side with the racket and said: "Carrying the tennis department, I am Jiang Fengyan, a member of the tennis department of Xinle University, this time, let me challenge you, who dares to come out and play with me?" ”

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