The audience, the tide is surging, exclaimed again and again.
However, Gao Wen didn't notice it at all, and his attention was still highly concentrated, staring at the tennis ball intently.
Then, Gao Wen stepped forward.
Pospisil's return line was very short and very light, almost at the middle of the teeing area, forcing Gawain to step up, stare wide-eyed, and observe the rotation of the tennis ball—
One detail, and one that Gao Wen reminded himself all the time, is the red clay here.
First, the clay will absorb power, so the bounce height of the ball is often lower, at least lower than that on hard ground. Sometimes, after a little bounce, it will immediately fall back.
Second, the red soil is full of irregular particles, which are sticky and fine between sand and soil, so the rotational friction will be intensified. This is the case with every touch, and the superposition of rotation and rotation will be further amplified here. , and evolved irregular changes, there are countless possibilities.
At this time, there is no room for prediction in advance, and Gao Wen has already completed the calculation in a blink of an eye—
Bounce, shouldn't be too high; however, the ball is still attached to the spin, so the spin up should still create some hitting space.
Therefore, the timing of hitting the ball is also very important. If the hitting point is not found correctly, the possibility of returning the ball to the net or flying is as high as 90%.
Moreover, even if he did not make a mistake and successfully completed the shot, the quality of the return should not be too high, which is equivalent to sending points to Pospihir.
tread!
Step up.
tread!
Adjustment.
Gao Wen set up his backhand with both hands early, and glanced at the position on the opposite side of the net out of the corner of his eye. His brain was running at an extreme speed, but he was also extremely calm.
Sock and Pospisil stood in front of the net, one on the left and one on the right, comparable to two stone lion goalkeepers. It is limited in itself, and it is almost impossible to find a simple shot gap.
So, the best way to hit the ball is—
Chase.
Most of the volleys in front of the net by the Sock team chose to chase, because chasing shots can often suppress the opponent's swing space, limit the opponent's return, and then gain more advantages for their next winning point.
Chasing and volleying, the pursuit is not to win with one shot, but to overcome difficulties, accumulate advantages through frontal breakthroughs, and end the round through tactical routines.
In an instant, Gao Wen's brain had completed its judgment and calculation.
tread!
brake.
Chi Chi, Chi Chi, Gawain has stopped walking, but his sliding steps are still dragging his body forward. It's not too chic or elegant, but it's enough.
Clay surfing.
The heavy waves rolled on both sides of the soles of the feet, pushing Gao Wen's body to maintain the driving force, and then Gao Wen was ready to hit the ball.
a little pause-
What!
Gao Wen didn't choose to beat the time to hit the ball quickly, but waited for a while, waiting for the tennis ball to bounce off the ground, and then swing the racket.
The rhythm of "badminton" was interrupted and returned to the tennis mode.
On the one hand, Gao Wen's hitting space is obviously compressed. At this time, he has to deal with the bouncing ball, which is obviously more difficult than volleying.
On the one hand, neither Sock nor Pospisil expected Gao Wen's delayed shot, and the center of gravity of the body had already been activated—
"Oops! Fooled!"
Sock was aware of the crisis immediately, and judging from his understanding of Gao Wen, this should not be a mistake.
If it wasn't a mistake, it should be...a trap.
Damn it!
Sock didn't have time to remind Bospithil, because he didn't know who Gawain's trap was targeting, and he himself was in a precarious state.
In an instant, the muscles all over his body tensed, and he grinned, fearing that he would become the prey of Gao Wen's minions with the next tap, and shivered.
ah!
Then, Sock saw Gawain's hitting action, and for a moment, the delicate handling of Gawain's wrist magnified in his pupils, and the admiration and praise poured out continuously——
Wait, something seems a little off, right?
But before Sock could figure out what was going on, Gawain's shot had already been released.
Bend your knees.
Gao Wen lowered the center of gravity of his body forward, matched with the rebound height of the tennis ball, and sank down firmly. Then he backhanded his hands lightly and dexterously pushed forward and upward, completing a quick pull-up and roll-up in a limited and narrow space, and At the moment of hitting the ball, the force is instantly completed.
Kick off!
Turn!
swing!
All in one go.
Power, all poured into tennis.
Suoke was stunned, his jaw almost dislocated.
Tyra!
storm!
This is not a high ball, but a frontal breakthrough. Layers of power are stacked to the extreme in a small area and a small space. Relying on the fast whipping of the forearm and wrist, the power of full rotation shows the beauty of the streamline to the fullest. The energy exploded instantly, and the image of Bruce Lee immediately appeared in his mind.
snort! ha!
The tennis ball has been compressed to the extreme, the rotation has been fully released, the ball has been "hollowed out", and it hardly bears any rotation and power. It is about to fall vertically into nothingness, just like autumn leaves, but it suddenly encounters power Squeeze it all over and pour it back in.
The energy filled the tennis ball in an instant, and the extremely shriveled tennis ball bounced back, and the reaction force was fully released in this way.
boom!
Directly, burst.
Gao Wen chose the heavy hammer, hit the ball like Thor's hammer, and instantly pushed the tennis ball out, and the mustard yellow color turned into a streamer in an instant.
A delicate lifting action fully lifts the parabola of the tennis ball, creating the effect of climbing a ladder, climbing up and over the net.
keep going.
Head on.
The heat wave is rolling in.
Target, Pospithil.
Huh!
The audience gasped, but there was no sound.
Pospisil immediately noticed the direction of the ball, and he was a little flustered.
Grass!
Hastily hastily!
Why is it him again?
Gao Wen did it on purpose, just like Dimitrov did it on purpose just now, they just aimed at him and hit him continuously, these bastards.
Killing intent, bitter, rolls in.
Bospithil's heart contracted suddenly, and he immediately caught the murderous look in Gawain's eyes at close range—
Tennis **** are bullets.
Gao Wen didn't choose to lob the ball, but hammered it with all his strength. The piercing murderous aura instantly stung Percy Pithyr's back, and the goosebumps climbed all the way along the spine, bursting completely.
Him, ready to kill him.
It's true, he didn't talk nonsense anymore, at this moment, he sincerely believed that the guy opposite was about to commit murder.
In full view.
That kind of deep fear, climbing all the way along the toes, calves, and thighs, the muscles of the whole body are tense to the extreme, almost bursting, and the liver and gallbladder are split.
Uncontrollably ~www.mtlnovel.com~ shivered, his entire back was instantly drenched with sweat.
Help... help!
Bospisil wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't make any sound. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were shattered bit by bit.
Grass!
The problem is that everything happened too fast, before the panic and fear had time to be released, and the bustling thoughts in the mind had not had time to spread, and just swearing, the tennis ball has come to the front like a missile—
Hand-to-hand combat in front of the net, that's it.
Everything happened too fast and too fast, the brain couldn't keep up with the thinking time, and there was no time to blink. It all depended on muscle memory and adjusted reflexes.
Pospihir had already reacted instinctively.
(end of this chapter)