"The warm-up is over. Game 5 starts now." The referee gave the order, "One hit the ball first."

For a second, the audience was relatively quiet.

Song Yimian and Gu Yi glanced at each other meaningfully, stood on the bottom line after clinking fists, took out a ball from his pocket, and lowered his head to shoot the ball casually.

"Idol first serve!" Yuan Yuzhou said, and saw someone behind him walking to the front with a camera to take pictures, and then remembered to take a mobile phone to record, "Oh, yes, yes, video video, I almost forgot."

Tao You turned sideways, and saw Song Yimian arching his body slightly, and easily slapped the ball to the ground twice to familiarize himself with the ball, like a bow ready to go.

She held her breath and concentrated, constantly adjusting her nervous breathing, and her hands trembling slightly, and only Song Yimian was left in her blazing eyes.

Two seconds later, Song Yimian threw the ball high, looked up, turned slightly, bent his knees and jumped lightly, holding the racket in his right hand, drawing a perfect arc.

"Bang!"

Hitting!

Song Yimian's serve was so fast that the racket left an afterimage in mid-air, making it difficult to see his entire movement.

Tao You's eyes were fixed on the ball flying towards the opposite court, his hands clenched his pants, and he forgot to breathe nervously.

- If you hit it so high, you won't go out of bounds.

She couldn't help but worry. Although there were two chances to serve, the first time it went out of bounds, it definitely affected the mentality of the second serve.

Tao You was not the only one who was worried, Yuan Yuzhou and Xie Yu all sweated for Song Yimian. Even Luo Xiaowei, who had been sitting on the chair in a chic manner, his eyes tightened a little.

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The spin of the ball is very large, and it successfully lands in the service boundary, which is a very tricky angle, and it will get stuck between the halfway line and the service line. It seems that the two people on the opposite side can easily receive it, but they may not be able to successfully call back.

Tao You raised his eyebrows and blinked, and let out a long breath to relax.

"I'm coming!" The player standing on the opposite side of the baseline shouted at his partner, stepped forward and returned the ball in two steps.

"Good shot!"

"Wow!"

"Idol! That's amazing! This is my idol! That's it, just serve that!" Yuan Yuzhou was so excited that his neck was bruised, he pointed at Song Yimian, and then pointed at himself, his eyes burst out full of pride, and he couldn't wait to introduce Song Yimian to everyone in a second, "My idol is too powerful! Idol, come on!"

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The audience, which had been quiet for some time, broke out in warm applause again at the moment when Song Yimian's serve landed. How the players on Yihui's side returned to the ball in the back didn't pay much attention to it.

- That's amazing!

Tao You looked at the corner where the ball landed for a few seconds, thinking that his serve was not very stable, and when he looked back at Song Yimian's gaze, there was a little more admiration.

"Pretty!" Song Xiaoan took a light step and shouted excitedly.

Although she kept saying how much she didn't care about Song Yimian's game, her body was very honest, from the moment Song Yimian came on the field, her eyes didn't leave the scene three, and the hand holding the mobile phone was so nervous that it trembled slightly, and her companions in the game kept calling her back, but she didn't seem to hear it. It wasn't until the ball landed successfully that she breathed a sigh of relief and returned her attention to her phone, halfway through the game.

"Little Yuanzi, come back." Zhang San looked at Yuan Yuzhou's back, glanced at the camera that turned from time to time, and couldn't help but persuade, "You can see it when you sit back." If you do this, you will block everyone behind you."

After hearing this, Yuan Yuzhou put the mobile phone there, turned around and sat back, drank a sip of water to moisten his throat, and his voice was already a little hoarse. He said proudly, "If it's steady, it's definitely won." Oh, it's not my idol, it's still so stable."

On the field, Song Yimian and Gu Yi flexibly exchanged positions, the other party turned sideways, stride, and waved the racket, knowing what he was going to do next, tacitly understanding to the root

I didn't have to tell the other party out loud.

In contrast, the two players on the other side obviously lack tacit understanding.

"Fifteen to zero, one in the lead." A few minutes later, because Yihui's two players did not have a tacit understanding, they watched the ball pass by the two sides, and the first game ended.

Zhang San crossed Erlang's legs, put one hand on the back of Yuan Yuzhou's chair, and tapped his fingertips rhythmically, "It's a pity that I don't catch such a good ball." He sighed and lamented.

"Didn't you say you caught the ball?" ······ The team member standing in front turned around, looked puzzled, and asked weakly.

"What's the matter with you, I said I'll come with this ball, you stand in front and don't go, how can I catch the ball?!" The other team member gasped, yelled angrily, cursed in a low voice, and turned back to the bottom line.

The player standing in front pursed his lips and did not refute, but his face was extremely embarrassed.

"It's useless!"

The referee blew the whistle and stopped their infighting in time, "Game 2 begins!"

At this time, the door was opened, and boxes of hot, fragrant lunch boxes were brought in by the staff.

Song Yimian saw it in a blink of an eye, the figure paused, stopped preparing to serve, got up and whispered a few words to Gu Yi, and saw Gu Yi make a gesture with him and returned to his position.

In the second game, Song Yimian served first, but he and Gu Yi's offensive trend was even more fierce than the first game, and there was a sense of déjà vu that he didn't want to waste more time with you.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing in such a hurry, you are in a hurry to be reincarnated." Coach Tan crossed his waist and said in a rough voice, "Look at it, look at it, the other side can't catch it, what is this for, I forgot what I just said before the game." At first glance, this seemed to be blaming Song Yimian and Gu Yi for going too far, worrying about the two team members of Yihui opposite, but there was a little bit of sincerity in his tone.

When the coach of Yihui Middle School heard this, he turned his head and glanced at Coach Tan.

Coach Sun glanced at the box he pushed over, and said clearly, "I'm hungry, I'm in a hurry to eat." It's been so long."

Coach Tan seemed to hold his forehead helplessly, "It's really ······ When can you not eat rice. Hey, how can you let the other party fight so ······ because you are hungry Tired. It's so disobedient." As he spoke, he glanced at the two coaches who were looking at Yihui with slanted eyes, and seeing the not very clear looks on their faces, the corners of their mouths couldn't help but raise slightly, and they hurriedly coughed a few times to cover up, and resumed their serious expressions.

"Thirty to zero, the second game is over. Exchange courts, exchange serves."