Kick off!
work hard!
run!
The lungs were burning, the eardrums were roaring, the blood was boiling, and everything was transformed into energy. Gawain's figure turned into a streamer on the bright red soil, and one could even see the appearance of sweat flying along the strong wind. Thousands of eyes were all focused on him.
In the audience stands, Sinner stared with bated breath, his heart had stopped beating, he just stared wide-eyed, gazing intently, lest he miss any details, he forgot to breathe and his heartbeat, the whole world was briefly concentrated in this moment, just Even time stopped.
tread!
Gao Wen could deeply feel the full-scale explosion of the calf muscles, and the power release had reached the extreme, but it was still almost—
Just a little bit.
First, running back and forth three times, stopping and turning suddenly in a row, the energy consumption is intense.
Second, the footsteps are not good. To be precise, it should be a little lacking. Every time a little bit is lacking, it will accumulate into a deviation after going back and forth several times.
Sure enough, Gao Wen still needs to continue to learn and improve, but now it is too late:
what to do?
If the footsteps are not in place, it means that all the processing methods in Gao Wen's mind are useless. In the end, he had an idea, and the light came out.
Forward, control, back, swing—
Gao Wen simply gave up the plan to turn around and hit the ball. Not only did he not slow down, but he also increased his speed. With a big stride, he overtook the tennis ball. Then he turned his back to the court, held the racket in his forehand and hung it by his side, waiting for the tennis ball to fall, and kept going. When the tennis ball came near the calf, the racket was thrown back.
Tennis, evolved into golf.
Gawain hit the ball back with a golf swing and hit the tennis ball back again.
At this time, there is no angle or line, and the only thing that can be considered is rotation. Pull up the topspin as much as possible, but I don't know the effect.
With a little tiptoe, the body followed the swinging motion, turning 180 degrees clockwise, and then kicked and pushed, and rushed forward again.
"oh!"
"Hey!"
Exclaimed and stunned, the fans at the Susan Lenglen Stadium were completely immersed in the game, lost their minds, and their minds were completely drawn by the tennis ball. The ups and downs of the sound followed the rounds back and forth. Uncontrollable sounds continued to stir above the stadium.
"ah!"
In a blink of an eye, it turned into a scream, but he immediately covered his mouth, cut off all the sound, and stared intently at Tiafou who was jumping high.
Tiafoe was also a bit difficult, he didn't expect that Gao Wen would be able to catch up, let alone that Gao Wen would hit the ball in such a way.
Gao Wen hit the ball with his back, and the arc was a bit high. The most important thing was to buy time for his return. As a result, the tennis ball was in a position that was about to go over the top but still lacked a little bit, so that Tiafoe was also pushed to an unsatisfactory position. An awkward position—
If you throw forward the net, you will not be able to press high; if you hit the ball backward, you will lose your advantage.
Tiafo retreated twice in a row to adjust, took off on the spot, leaned back with high pressure, swung the racket forcibly, and barely reached the tennis ball in the air above his head.
However, at this time, the body has been stretched to the extreme, and the whole person is in the air, unable to exert force at all, and the shot is barely covered.
"Hey!"
Amidst the buzzing exclamation of the audience, the tennis ball flew back to Gao Wen's court very, very reluctantly, but at this time, it had no speed, arc, spin or power, and it landed near the bottom line of the teeing area. Forming a midfield ball, alone and helpless waiting for an unknown fate.
Then, Gawain appeared—
Hold your breath.
Step on the ground.
With the forehand set up, follow the inertia of the forward rush, swing the racket quickly, rely on the strength of the wrist to flick and push, and hit the ball with the skateboard.
The tennis ball jumped out without a pause.
Backslash.
Jumped out from the gap of Tiafo's backhand position.
Tiafoe, who had just landed on the ground, had no time to adjust at all. He jumped on his toes and flew towards the left in a diving way to the top.
It's a pity that it was too slow, still too slow, the tennis ball broke through Tiafoe's blocked position first, and fell rapidly towards the backcourt.
The audience, holding their breath, stared at the tennis ball.
within bounds.
Score.
boom!
Above the eardrums, there was a roar.
Sinner stood up without thinking, raised his arms and shouted, a scorching roar erupted from the depths of his soul:
"Ahhh!"
Like a lion waking up.
"Ahhh!"
The audience was filled with mighty power.
Crazy, crazy, downright crazy.
Tiafoe, played smartly and lightly; Gao Wen, defended brilliantly and delicately—
From the baseline to the net and back to the baseline and back to the net.
The back-and-forth offensive and defensive transitions and trap layouts went through three rounds. The two players continued to use whimsy to break the rules. In the end, Gao Wen created an opportunity with a flash of inspiration, and then quickly Convergence, from a passive defensive stance to an offensive one.
Cash in on points.
incredible!
Unbelievable!
Not only the audience, but also the commentators in the commentary seats all fell into madness, one or two scalps were numb, and they couldn't believe their eyes—
"How did all this happen?"
"God, how did all this happen?"
Sinner could deeply feel the power of the heart hitting his chest, hot, turbulent, hot, surging, as if he could really touch the pulse of life.
This is the charm of competitive sports!
More importantly, this is Gao Wen's charm! Not only tough, but tough, never afraid of challenges, never afraid of storms, always hold your head high!
"Ahhh!"
Sinner shouted like this, roaring out his inner passion with tears in his eyes like a little lion.
And it's not just them?
Even Tiafoe is no exception.
Tiafou watched Gao Wen complete the final blow, and after diving to the top, he still couldn't save the situation. After a roll, he rolled twice on the ground, and then stood up again.
Tiafoe didn't care that he was covered in red clay, put his hands in front of his mouth, made a gesture of covering his mouth, opened his mouth and eyes wide, and backed away in disbelief, taking small steps like a penguin, Then he kept yelling—
"Shut up!"
"God, shut up!"
"How on earth did you do it?"
It was obviously foul language, but it was full of enthusiasm and friendliness, and the smile was completely blooming on the eyebrows and the corners of the mouth.
Then, Tiafo rushed forward, stretched out his right hand, and shouted loudly.
"Dude! Awesome! You're really, really good!"
"admire!"
Tiafoe made a salute ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and then stood in front of the net and gave Gao Wen a high-five to celebrate, as if he scored the goal.
"Haha man, I hate you, I really hate you, this is supposed to be my moment."
Gao Wen couldn't help laughing out loud at those vivid words, "I'm sorry, Dafu, I took your lightning away."
Tiafoe slammed Gawain's shoulder heavily, "Haha, don't be too happy, the game is not over yet, I will win it back."
After speaking, Tiafoe let go of his right hand, stared at Gao Wen, and stepped back continuously, with a smile and eyes full of confidence.
So, is this a challenge book?
Gawain gave Tiaf a thumbs up, and he accepted it.