Although we only rested for half an hour, everyone's physical strength recovered quite well.

Jiang Fengyan and Wen Xuan had already gotten up from the ground, and at this time they were stretching their fists and feet, stretching their muscles, and relieving their fatigue.

Liu Fangze stood aside, stretching his waist, today's training was similar to his usual special training, so it looked more relaxed.

The other members, except for Jiang Hongfei, are a little untenable.

The legs and feet are weak, the whole body is weak, and the next group competition will be held, and when the time comes, whether or not you can hold the racket is a very serious problem.

"Have you rested enough, come to me."

Looking at the time, it was already nine o'clock, Zhen Yunshan felt that it was time, so he jumped on a table, held a horn that he got out of nowhere, and shouted loudly.

After a while, everyone followed the sound and all gathered here to Zhen Yunshan and surrounded her.

"Today's basic training is over, and the next thing is the intra-group competition, that is, the singles competition within each group, this time the game is a tie-break!"

"The first group goes to the No. 1 tennis court, the second group goes to the No. 2 tennis court, and so on, and the tenth group goes to the No. 10 tennis court."

"Tonight's intra-group match, although the outcome is irrelevant, please don't be sloppy and do your best."

"After the match, ask the team leaders to record the score, and then go to the head coach's office in the tennis center building, and deliver the training schedule completed today to the head coach."

"Now, please go to your respective venues to prepare for the draw and choose your opponent, above!"

As Zhen Yunshan finished speaking, each group went to their own venue under the leadership of their respective team leaders.

Tennis Court No. 8.

On the side of the court, there is a box next to the iron net, and in the box, there are paper balls with numbers 1 to 6, each number is in pairs, there are twelve in total.

On a long wooden chair next to the box, a red tennis racket and a white tennis racket were placed for them to use.

"Why two colors?" Seeing this brand new tennis racket, someone asked.

"Rub, who knows."

"So, who's the first to smoke?" Jiang Hongfei asked loudly.

At this time, everyone was a little cringe, mainly because they didn't want to draw the unlucky lot, if the opponent who won the draw was Jiang Fengyan or Liu Fangze and Xiaoyan, wouldn't they lose badly.

"I'll come." Wen Xuan didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, the first one approached the box and put his hand in.

After a long time, he took out a ball of paper from the box, opened it and saw that it was a red number: 2.

"The second one, I'll come."

At this time, there was a boy who mustered up his courage, anyway, tonight's game can't be avoided, it's better to come forward and draw early, the chance of drawing a ruthless character is a little smaller, after touching the box for a long time, he took out a paper ball from the box, and the result is that white is the number: 3.

The third is Jiang Fengyan, when he smoked, the boy who drew the white No. 3 did not live in his heart and prayed, don't be red 3, don't be red 3.

Jiang Fengyan opened the paper ball he took out, and when he saw it, it turned out to be a white number: 2.

When Wen Xuan saw it, he smiled brightly, and hurriedly came to Jiang Fengyan's side, stretched out his hand, and wrapped it around Jiang Fengyan's shoulder.

"Looks like it's the two of us fighting."

Jiang Fengyan cut a snort, and asked coldly: "Why, looking at your smug appearance, do you think I am a soft persimmon?" ”

Wen Xuan shook his head: "What are you talking about, I'm happy, after all, we haven't fought each other for a long time." ”

Liu Fangze, who was on the side, saw that Jiang Fengyan's opponent turned out to be Wen Xuan and not himself, and immediately felt fucked, God, why is it this little eye, not me, at this time his heart was extremely unbalanced.

Originally, he was looking forward to having a fight with Jiang Fengyan, but it was in vain, and the good thing was robbed by this little eye.

Angry and unhappy, he stepped forward the fourth, drew the number 6, the red one, and then he walked away with a blank face.

When the rest of the people were drawn, they all prayed in their hearts that it would not be the white number six.

In the end, Jiang Hongfei was unfortunate to draw the white six.

Seeing this, those who haven't drawn lots yet are finally relieved in their hearts, fortunately they didn't fight with this super violent and lazy king Liu Fangze, otherwise they would definitely be abused by blood.

At this time, all the people cast sympathetic glances at Jiang Hongfei: "Team leader, go all the way." ”

After the draw is completed, the first pair of matches will start immediately, and there will be no referees in the group training matches, and they will all judge by themselves.

The strength of the first team was quite evenly matched, and after playing for more than ten minutes, in the end, the score ended 17-15.

Next, it's the highlight that all the members of the eighth group are more concerned about.

Jiang Fengyan vs. Wenxuan.

Both of them are newcomers who performed amazingly in this year's knockout tournament, what kind of sparks will be created between them?

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Of course, Liu Fangze is the same, although he is unhappy that this little eye has robbed him of the opportunity to fight against Jiang Fengyan, but Liu Fangze is still very sure of the skill of this little eye, he and Jiang Fengyan should be on the same level, and the game will never be boring!

The first ball is served by the red side.

Wenxuan's serve.

Throwing the tennis ball high, Wen Xuan waved the racket violently, and with a bang, the racket hit the tennis ball, and the tennis ball flew to the tennis court where Jiang Fengyan was.

After crossing the net, the ball suddenly fell, and at the moment it landed, the moment Jiang Fengyan rushed over and waved the racket, the tennis ball suddenly bounced in another direction.

Jiang Fengyan was stunned for a moment, taken aback, and the whole person was stunned.

"What kind of serve is this?" After coming back to his senses, Jiang Fengyan pouted and complained unhappily, such a weird serve really has to compete with the out-rotated serve.

Looking at Jiang Fengyan's surprised expression, Liu Fangze muttered with a smile: "This guy's tennis ball has no rules for rotation, so the direction of his tennis ball, after it lands, the direction of the rebound is not predictable at all, even if I was disgusted by his ball, what would you do?" ”

On the court, Wen Xuan snorted proudly: "How is it, my serve is no worse than your non-human serve, right?" ”

"Really?"

After Jiang Fengyan replied casually, he threw the tennis ball into the sky, and then silently said in his heart: "Externally rotated serve!" ”

The tennis ball snorted, flew over, and when it landed, it bounced to Wenxuan's face.

Seeing this, Wen Xuan did not panic at all, and after smiling proudly, he said: "I have studied your serve thoroughly." ”

Immediately, Wen Xuan took a step back slightly, cut the ball with his backhand, and perfectly shot back the ball!

"What? This little eye actually broke Jiang Fengyan's non-human serve! ”

Everyone was amazed.

As soon as the tennis ball crossed the net, Jiang Fengyan quickly rushed up and made a gesture to smash, Wen Xuan saw it, and hurriedly rushed towards the left corner of the bottom line.

Jiang Fengyan suddenly withdrew his hand at the moment when the racket touched the tennis ball, just slammed the tennis ball slightly, the tennis ball fell to the ground, and then slowly bounced a few times before rolling to Wen Xuan.

"Okay, you're actually yin against me?"

Wen Xuan complained unhappily.

"You've watched me play so much, and you almost broke my serve last time, you think I'm going to panic because you broke my serve this time?"

"Looks like I'm underestimating your IQ?"

Wen Xuan joked with a smile.

Liu Fangze had a gloomy face on the sidelines: "You two don't talk nonsense, hurry up and finish the fight, the people behind you are waiting!" ”

After Liu Fangze urged, Jiang Fengyan threw the tennis ball up, and the second ball was sent, this serve is not an externally rotated serve, since the opponent has cracked it, it makes no sense to send it out.

Wen Xuan hit back with a forehand pump, but the ball had a strange spin, obviously it was a pump, but it only landed after a beautiful arc in the air.

When he landed, Jiang Fengyan hesitated for a moment before swinging the racket, but when he swung this racket, the tennis ball seemed to be conscious, and it bounced in the opposite direction!

"Rub, you're cheating, aren't you?"

Jiang Fengyan was taken aback, such a strange ball, can he be played as a person?

2-1, Wenxuan leads.

After Wen Xuan smiled obscenely, he threw the tennis ball high, and then sent it out vigorously.

Still with a weird spin, after the tennis ball landed in the outer corner of a zone, it suddenly bounced inward, which surprised Jiang Fengyan, generally speaking, don't such balls pop up outside the court, how to bounce inward?

However, Jiang Fengyan is quite agile with his hands and feet, and a backhand cut ball hits the tennis ball to the right corner of the opponent's bottom line.

Wen Xuan quickly came to the right corner of the bottom line, and hit a high-speed spinning tennis ball again, and after the tennis ball passed the net, it fell to the front of Jiang Fengyan.

However, at this moment, Jiang Fengyan will not be fooled again.

This ball will never fly directly towards him, so Jiang Fengyan chose one of the two, and finally decided to move a slight step to the left, and then swung his racket violently to hit the ball back perfectly.

The tennis ball flew straight out, approaching the left corner of the bottom line of the court where Wen Xuan was located.

At this time, Wen Xuan was in the right corner of the bottom line, 108,000 miles away from the landing point of the tennis ball.

2-2. Draw!

Unexpectedly, Wen Xuan never expected that Jiang Fengyan would be able to predict the direction in which the ball would bounce.

"Yes, you predicted the direction of the tennis ball in advance, how did you do it?"

Wenxuan's question was also something that Liu Fangze was more concerned about, so he moved his eyes to Jiang Fengyan.

Jiang Fengyan replied without thinking: "Guess." ”

Hearing this, everyone was speechless.

Wen Xuan was silent for a moment and said, "Okay, you won." ”

"It's really hard to predict the direction in which your ball will bounce, but it's not that you can't fight back, and you must have no way to return the ball I hit next!"

"Really? I'm curious! ”

The corners of Wen Xuan's mouth raised slightly, and there was a faint expectation in his eyes.

When everyone heard this, they all moved their eyes to Jiang Fengyan, and they all knew that Jiang Fengyan's tricks were thousands of strange moves, and maybe there would be some weird returns.

Jiang Fengyan laughed lightly and said, "You can take care of it yourself." ”