Ten billion wealthy daughters

Chapter 507 China's Pride: French Open Final ([-])
On the center court at night, the lights are shining like daytime, and the seats are full and there are no seats left.

Unlike football and other sports, in the field of tennis, women's tennis is as attractive as men's, or even higher, so tickets for the finals of Grand Slam events are very easy to sell.

What's more, tonight is last year's defending champion Schia playing against the strongest dark horse of the year at the French Open. How can this matchup be unattractive?
Qing'an was sitting in a VIP seat with a better position, and she was a little nervous. Although the game hadn't started yet, the entire center court was a little hot. This kind of heat didn't seem to be a matter of temperature, but more of a psychological feeling. The audience's anticipation for this game seems to have affected the actual temperature in the stadium.

Before the competition, Qing'an called Han Jia and asked her about her preparations and her opinion on the competition.

What Han Jia said was also very simple: "I have been waiting for this day for a long time. My opponent is very strong, so I will be stronger than her."

Qing'an believed what Han Jia said, because the Han Jia she knew since childhood was like this.No matter how many times Zhang Zhao defeated him, next time, Han Jia would always challenge again vigorously, each time with the determination to win and amazing progress.

The background and experience in martial arts also gave Han Jia far superior physical fitness and willpower than ordinary people, and these were fully reflected in the competitive sport of tennis.

And tonight is extra important.

When the two of them appeared on the stage, the atmosphere in the arena became hot, and the host did not intervene extravagantly, and the match started soon.

The defending champion serves vigorously and calmly. The Italian who is determined to defend the title is very steady, solid, and calm. It can even be said that he has almost exerted his full strength-for Han Jia, this is the first time in her smooth French Open schedule. Once felt the pressure of stagnation.

It was an expected fight.

Sports commentators and commentators all expected that this would be a very hard and exciting matchup, but no one expected that this would be such a difficult battle.

This may also be the most difficult battle in the history of the French Open women's singles so far!
The flow of time on the center court was slowed down by these two people—if the Italians are an unshakable rock, then Han Jia is a meteorite that fell straight from the sky. The stunning and powerful shooting stars streaked across the sky.

There is no retreat, no fear, no holding back, no miscellaneous thoughts-her eyes only say that I want to win, all her movements, all servings, and all catches are smooth and perfect, As if to tell the whole world - I am here for the champion!

It is like the most solid shield in the world—meeting the sharpest spear in the world, this is the most intense collision. Too much longer than normal games.

Two hours had passed, and many spectators had cut their shirts hot. The two people on the field were already sweating profusely. The sweat was uncontrollable—and uncontrollable.

Deep fear appeared in the Italian's eyes, and Han Jia's slightly sullen face also showed unprecedented caution—this was a close match!

(End of this chapter)