Chapter 120: Bloody Crush, Transfer or Check?

Countless eyes made Han Fei feel like a man.

He was hysterical, picked up the tennis ball, immediately threw it away, and suddenly sent a second ball!

However, as soon as his racket touched the tennis ball, Su Haozhe predicted the trajectory and landing point of his ball.

Su Haozhe sprinted forward, and at the moment when the tennis ball crossed the net, he snapped the racket.

It was still so powerful that the racket fell like a hammer.

The tennis ball rebounded to the ground like lightning, bouncing high, like a V-shaped lightning, flashing in front of Han Fei's eyes and scraping past his cheeks.

So Haozhe scored 1 more point!

Brilliant smash.

In front of Su Haozhe, Han Fei was as weak as a baby.

Tang Mei's eyes and expression were extremely complicated, and she sighed that it was not what she expected, Su Haozhe's level was much higher than Han Fei.

Even, she didn't dare to be completely sure that she would be better than this person!

I sighed again that I looked away, Su Haozhe is not a newcomer with extremely high talent, but a master who hides deeply!

As for the gaze that looked at Han Fei, it was full of pity.

Even the last small group of viewers who maintained a wait-and-see attitude understood the decision.

Next, what greeted Han Fei was a bloody crush!

"Haozhe, that's amazing! Come on! Aim for 12 rounds in a row! Xiao Jinhan cheered and cheered, excited.

"You are so ......" Han Fei was angry, but he really began to feel a sense of oppression in his heart.

Lookers-on see most of the game?

No, only the authorities can deeply feel the terrifying pressure from the other side.

Han Fei had already begun to regret it.

But he had no choice but to adjust his emotions and continue to send the third goal.

Syllable...... The racket swinged, the tennis ball was struck, and an awkward straight line was drawn and hit straight into the net.

There was silence.

Service errors......

Han Fei's face turned red and he touched and picked up the ball.

Still not giving up, the second time to serve.

Smack~ The ball has hit the net!

Two service errors.

Su Haozhe didn't do anything, and he automatically got a point.

At the moment he has scored three points, and if he scores one more point, he has won a game.

Wang Taehyung and the others booed, "It's so embarrassing, even this can fail, what kind of master are you pretending to be now?" Honestly serve the ball. ”

"Han Fei, you better admit defeat, the level gap is too big! In front of this master, you don't even have a chance to win 1 point! ”

"Alas, 4 points in a game...... 12 rounds is 48 balls, if I were him, how could I have the face to continue to play, isn't this self-inflicted? ”

The crowd whispered and looked at each other mockingly.

Anyway, it's Han Fei who is ashamed.

"......" Han Fei gritted his teeth, this is just the beginning!

And it is impossible for him to admit defeat directly, if he surrenders now, wouldn't he have to give Su Haozhe 12 million? !

Maybe he can get away with winning a game or two, stop the stop loss?

With this in mind, he honestly chose to serve with his lower hand, that is, to hold the ball with his left hand and pull the racket with his right hand.

It's far less handsome than the handsome serve.

Han Fei was serving, and he deliberately made a feint of throwing the ball, wanting to deceive Su Haozhe.

It's a pity that it didn't work out at all.

The gap between level and physical fitness is too big!

Su Haozhe still expected the enemy to take the lead, and at the moment when the ball just flew out, he was already one step faster, came to the landing of the ball, and mastered the angle and strength to fight back.

This time, Han Fei was fully engrossed, and he did grasp the trajectory of the ball, and he ran to the edge line with all his might, in the direction of the landing point.

As soon as the racket was swung, the ball had already landed and bounced off faster.

"Su Haozhe took the lead to win 4 points, and Su Haozhe won one game!"

Tang Mei shouted.

In the second game, Su Haozhe began to serve.

Han Fei tried his best to adjust his breathing and state, staring intently at Su Haozhe and adjusting his posture.

Catch the ball well, not necessarily serve well!

I'm sure I'll be able to catch the ball and fight back with the same sharpness!

Under his gaze, while Su Haozhe threw the tennis ball sideways, he swung the racket back, and his body was like a bent bow, and he suddenly buckled out.

The tennis ball shot out like a bullet from the chamber, and the angle was extremely sharp, three or four centimeters above the net, and it crossed the net in great amazement, and landed at an angle.

It's a perfect high-pressure ball!

The speed is as fast as lightning, and the angle between the ball and the ground is very small!

"Damn, what a perfect high pressure ball......"

"He's so handsome, I'm going to ask him to be a coach!"

The exclamations were endless.

Under everyone's unbelievable gaze, Han Fei still couldn't catch or even touch the ball.

"Aces balls! So Haozhe wins 1 point! ”

Aces: A serve in which one of the two players serves the ball and the ball lands in the effective area, but the opponent does not touch the ball and scores directly!

Tang Mei also gained a deeper understanding of Su Haozhe's level from his serve, and she was shocked.

Han Fei's face was pale, this sharp ball, even if it slowed down three or four times, he still couldn't catch it!

Even if he did it dozens of times, he could only watch the shadow of the tennis ball flash from his field of vision!

Next, Han Fei deeply realized what it means to be tormented.

Bang bang bang......

"Aces balls! Su Haozhe 2 points! ”

"Aces balls! So Haozhe 3 points! ”

“……”

After every sound of the sphere landing, it was Tang Mei's helpless scoring sound.

"Su Haozhe, the first to win the 4 points, Su Haozhe won the second game!"

In the third game, it was Han Fei's turn to serve.

The battle was almost a repeat of the first game.

The difference is that in the first game, Han Fei was high-spirited, but now, Han Fei is more and more helpless, pitiful, and pleading.

The face that was about to cry seemed to say please let me win a point!

"Su Haozhe, 1 point."

“……”

Finally, in the 6th game, when Han Fei regained the tennis ball, he raised his hand in despair, "I admit defeat!" ”

The onlookers were not surprised at all, and some even felt that Han Fei was too late to admit defeat.

"A level 1 rookie, even if he is dressed in a god costume, it is impossible to win a full-level big boss." Wang Taehyung said with emotion.

"Tsk, it's terrible, Han Fei didn't even get 1 point, and he didn't win 1 game, so admit defeat, according to the agreement, he wants to give Su Haozhe 12 million?"

"With the volume of Xuanhe Technology, more than 10 million can still afford to lose."

"Hahaha, Lao Dong, what you said, more than 10 million is not a small amount, and during the peak period of Xuanhe Technology, the quarterly net profit was only about twenty or thirty million, right?"

After all, they are all the CEOs of companies in Huazhou, and they know more or less about Xuanhe Technology.

They know that Xuanhe Technology has this capital and can afford this bet.

It's just another thing to be able to afford it and be reluctant to get it.

The boss of Lihe Liquor glanced at a few people jokingly, "If you lose more than 10 million yuan in investment, you won't feel distressed, or at most you will feel distressed for a while, but tennis is crushed and tortured, and you have to give more than 10 million?!"

"If it were me, I'm afraid I'd be so angry that I'll have a cerebral hemorrhage at this time!"

"That's right, what's more, I heard that Xuanhe Technology has made a big move recently, and it's more than 10 million ...... I don't know if it will endanger the capital chain? ”

"That shouldn't be, how many assets does Han Dong have in Huazhou? It's also enough to sell some casually. ”

Schadenfreude laughed.

Han Fei pretended to be calm, walked up to Su Haozhe, stretched out his hand, and looked calm and generous, "You are so good, maybe you have the level of Director Tang Mei." ”

Su Haozhe didn't look at it, and said lightly: "Cash transfer or check?" ”

Xiao Jinhan smiled and walked closer, "Han Dong, you shouldn't be repaying your debts, right?" ”