Almighty in the city

"This, this, this," Director Zhao was already completely speechless on the bench in the rest area.

He almost looked at Sun Lingyue who was running left and right on the court with dementia, and looked at Bai Yifan, who was calm and breezy, just thinking that this was an incredible daydream.

Director Xu of the Tian Xie, the reaction at this moment is not much better than him.

Both of them are demented with over-eating brain fragments, their eyes are dull, and their mouths are open. If there is a little saliva left at the corners of their mouths, then they will be two mentally retarded people like fake replacements.

Chen Fusheng's reaction was significantly better than those of the two.

After all, he had seen Bai Yifan's skill at a tennis match in Happy Community.

Whether it’s a “disappearing serve”, a “brown bear catching the net” with a 100% counter-attack, or a “white whale” with the same magical skill that requires a slight headwind to play, it is far beyond His perception of tennis skills.

He had never doubted that Bai Yifan could easily defeat Sun Lingyue.

Even the current situation, which is almost playful, didn't surprise him too much.

He was shocked at this time because he saw two completely different styles of playing skills from Bai Yifan——

One is a gorgeous game that is amazing enough to make all the audience scream.

The other is that at this moment, he has shown this kind of ball skill that has reached the realm of returning to nature.

It doesn't seem to be gorgeous, it seems unpretentious, not only the audience, but even the opponents do not realize what kind of terrifying strength behind such a game.

For example, the current Sun Lingyue has actually been played within the applause, but from the expression on his face, Chen Fusheng could tell that he was not aware of this at all.

Perhaps he thought he had encountered a well-matched opponent, perhaps, he thought that as long as he broke Bai Yifan’s almost supernatural return control, he could easily win it——

Chen Fusheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Although he disliked Sun Lingyue's character, but at this moment, he couldn't help feeling a trace of sympathy and pity for Sun Lingyue.

After this game, this domestic "big name" that has secured the position of the No. 1 seed player in the men's tennis in recent years, I am afraid it will be completely abandoned.

After this ball, he can no longer play the same skills as in the past, and even will have a deep fear of tennis from the bottom of his heart.

In this game, Bai Yifan’s superb skills will always be a shadow over his tennis career. This shadow is so overwhelming that he would never want to come out in his life——

Rout!

This is the real defeat.

With just one ball, people never dare to touch the competitive sport of tennis in this life!

What a terrifying strength this is!

What an enchanting talent!

"A little bit! Just a little bit, I was able to break his supernatural return control!" Just when Chen Fusheng felt sympathy for his end, Sun Lingyue was in the game. Excited and happy about the goal I almost won.

He feels that he has found a way to break Bai Yifan's supernatural return control. Next, he only needs to keep trying and it won't be long before he can break this supernatural ball skill.

When the time comes, it will be his turn, Sun Lingyue, to come and beat him!

"A little bit! Only a little bit too short again! This ball has already forced him to turn around! As long as I reinforce the side spin on the return ball, as long as I let the ball fall, he will definitely not be able to catch it!"

"Fuck! How come the horse is a little bit worse! What luck is this guy!"

"Fuck, why this little gap is so difficult to make up! Is there something wrong with my way of returning the ball? For the next ball, try adding some backspin to the side spin."

At this time, it was close to seven o'clock in the evening.

The sun has completely set, and the high-lights of the training field illuminate this tennis court as bright as day.

A volleyball court was all empty, only the one where Bai Yifan and Sun Lingyue played against each other, with three floors inside and three floors outside, crowded with dense crowds.

However, the strange thing is that with so many audiences, no one made any noise.

Everyone watched the "match" in the stadium quietly and silently.

It is still Bai Yifan's serve, and it is also the first game of the entire game.

At this moment, the score is 45-0, the match point, the person who is in the absolute lead, is Bai Yifan.

Three goals were played for more than half an hour!

"The last ball." Looking at the panting Sun Lingyue, Bai Yifan weighed the tennis ball in his hand, with a wicked smile on his face.

"This is not the last goal." Sun Lingyue was also smiling, but with a sneer and sneer on his face, "Because, I have fully grasped the way to crack your supernatural return control! Next, you will be counter-killed by me. , Break the serve!"

"Really?" Bai Yifan smiled, did not refute, but kicked the ball directly.

Five beats.

Ten beats.

Fifteen beats.

Twenty beats.

Twenty-five beats

At the 25th shot, Sun Lingyue suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

However, he staggered and fell onto the court.

At this time, the tennis ball has flown over the net and landed in front of Bai Yifan's racket.

"This is—" In the rest area, Chen Fusheng, Director Zhao, and the rookie pony all stood up from the bench in horror!

Isn't this scene that they passed through before?

It's just that at that time, the man who fell to the ground was a pony, but the one who swung the racket to give him a smash to his head was Sun Lingyue who was now lying on the ground!

History repeats itself!

The difference is that the original pony has become Sun Lingyue at this time!

"Tennis is not a tool for you to bully others." With Bai Yifan's voice, the ball he had hit the net with a chipping ball was falling in front of Sun Lingyue's face.

The tennis ball flicked slightly, but did not bounce up, but just stopped in front of Sun Lingyue's nose.,, ..