Male god collapses daily

"Come on!" Before Feng He came on stage, Lin Chen clenched his fists to cheer him up.

In any case, there should be someone to cheer him up when he is on the court. What Lin Chen thinks is that simple.

Feng He straightened out the net cables on the racket with no expression on his face. By the way, he recalled the information of the opponent he was about to face in his heart, and raised his head when he heard Lin Chen's voice.

After seeing the other party's very sincere gaze, the frosty color in his eyes melted slightly, "Thank you." He could tell that Lin Chen really cheered him on.For the sincerity of others, of course, we must thank you seriously.

However, before Feng He could feel a little touched, Lin Chen's voice changed suddenly, "Well, I mean, if, if you lose, don't worry about it, the other party is the top four in the country. !"

Seeing Fenghe's cold look is probably quite arrogant, don't be unable to bear the blow of losing as soon as you enter the training camp.

"..." Feng He was silent again. Really, how many years has he been playing tennis? Even when he just joined the Tennis Club of Lihai University, no one has ever told him that you lost before the game started. Never mind.

The head of his family would only think that he won't win fast enough, while the deputy minister is more direct, and will be beaten if he loses.

That is to say, what kind of image does he have in Lin Chen's mind? Does it really look like he will lose?

I don't know if I misunderstood Feng He's silence, Lin Chen also felt that he was wrong, "Ah, I didn't mean that you will definitely lose, just, just..." All of a sudden, he didn't know what to say. .

Although I understand that the other party really has no malicious intentions, maybe it is good intentions, but this kind of emotional intelligence is really touching.

After sighing irrelevantly from the bottom of his heart, Feng He interrupted Lin Chen's incoherent words, "It's all right." He wasn't going to get angry just because of this.

"Ah?" Lin Chen didn't realize what Feng He meant, "What's all right?"

"That's right," Feng He lowered the racket in his hand, raised his eyes slightly, and the self-confidence cultivated in the whole Japan and even the world competitions almost gushed out, "I never thought I would lose."

He promised Yukimura that if he wanted to become the No. 1 of the Chinese team, how could he lose here, in the first match.

At that moment, the blue-haired boy looked so arrogant that he was almost arrogant. If he was not sure of victory, how could he make such an agreement.

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment. He never thought that this classmate, who was even older than him, would have such arrogance.

Just when he was stunned, the voice of the broadcast on the court sounded, "The next game will be won in one round, Feng He VS Wang Mingyu, players are invited to enter the field."

So Lin Chen watched helplessly as Feng He took the racket and walked into the court with quite steady steps.

Unable to bear it, Lin Chen covered his face, he suddenly felt afraid to watch this match, such a proud and confident person, if he loses later, he will probably be very embarrassed.

That's because Lin Chen covered his face and didn't see it. The moment he heard Feng He's name, a black-haired boy standing on the other side of the field across the court suddenly raised his head.

Then, after seeing Feng He clearly on the court, he rushed to the court without thinking, and was stopped by the people around him, "Gu Chi, what are you doing? It's not that you want to compete."

This guy suddenly went crazy, so he just rushed up the court, and he would probably be punished when the coach saw him.

"Yes, yes, what are you excited about? It's not like you don't know Wang Mingyu." The other person beside him was also confused.

"It's Xiaohe, Xiaohe!" Gu Chi was blocked by someone and never left the field. "I didn't see him until now. I thought he wasn't coming, but he still came."

The two people who stopped Gu Chi looked at each other, they both had a good friendship with Gu Chi, and of course they heard him say about this "childhood sweetheart", "That friend you studied in Japan?"

"Yeah, haha, I knew Xiao He couldn't bear me." Gu Chi seemed to have finally come to his senses, and he didn't push forward any more. He quite triumphantly broke away from the two people who were pulling him, and put his hands on his chest. In the previous play, "It doesn't matter how beautiful those goblins outside are, Xiao He is going to come back." This time, he won hahahahahaha.

One of the people who had just pulled Gu Chi couldn't bear to look directly at him and turned away, completely ignoring him.

The other one seemed to be more resilient, and said in a slightly teasing tone, "Your little He doesn't seem to like you very much either, and he didn't tell you when he came back."

"That's why he wanted to give me a surprise, do you understand the surprise?" Gu Chi felt that he was the only one who would not be provoked by others, and his family Xiao He must like him.

"Okay," the man seemed to understand Gu Chi's character, "but that's not important. The important thing is, how is your Xiao He's tennis?"

"Although it is indeed my Xiao He, please don't call me Xiao He. I can only call you Xiao He." Gu Chi couldn't help correcting the person.

The man shrugged, "If you don't bark, don't bark." Would he still call a big man Xiao He like Gu Chi?

If it wasn't for him, he would have known Gu Chi for many years, knew that this guy was a showman, and had a girlfriend, so he would have thought this guy was a crook.

Gu Chi nodded in satisfaction, "You want to know how Xiao He's tennis is?"

"Yes." This is what he cares about, "He can be specially invited by the country to come back to participate in the U-17 training camp. He should not be weak." He studied in Japan, and he doesn't know how strong he is.

"Aren't you weak?" Gu Chi snorted and laughed, "The competition is about to start, let's take a look."

The man raised his eyebrows, "So confident, his opponent is Wang Mingyu, the top four in the country this time."

Gu Chi raised his chin, "Wang Mingyu's opponent is Xiao He!" Xiao He is his partner, although he doesn't want to admit it that much, but that guy's tennis is a little bit better than him.

Of course, if he competes now, he will never lose to Xiao He again.

Gu Xijing has always believed so firmly.

While several people were discussing, the game on the court had already kicked off.

Apart from Gu Chi, it was the first time for Feng He to compete against a domestic player. He knew that the opponent would definitely be strong enough to become one of the top four in the country.

So no matter how convenient it is, from the beginning of the game, Feng He played very seriously and cautiously.

On the other hand, Fenghe was an unknown person in the Chinese middle school tennis circle. At first, Wang Mingyu and Lin Chen thought about the same, and didn't take him seriously.

But Wang Mingyu was more cautious than Lin Chen. Those who can reach the top four in the country will definitely not be the ones who lightly underestimate the enemy.

That's why the game started to test, and both of them played quite well.But it was in this kind of regularity, whether it was Feng He or Wang Mingyu, they all had a preliminary assessment of the opponent's strength.

Feng He was fine, he knew that his opponent must be strong, but Wang Mingyu was a little surprised, he never expected such a person without any record to be able to play so freely on the court.Although I can't see any special features yet, I can already see its solid tennis foundation and quite good ball feel.It's just that there is such a level, why didn't you participate in the competition?

"You played well." Wang Mingyu, who looked a little calm, also seemed to be the type who liked to chatter on the court.

Feng He was not surprised at all, "Thank you, you also played very well." When he was on the field of the World Cup before, even players from those western countries could be aggressive on the field, and it seems that the big flower players are no exception .

"However, the trial is over here." Following Wang Mingyu's words, his playing style changed instantly.

In the next moment, even though Fenghe was fully prepared mentally, he was still amazed by his opponent's tennis.

As a tennis player who is deeply influenced by China's profound cultural background, Wang Mingyu's tennis is deeply rooted in its essence, using softness to overcome rigidity, and playing slow to play fast, which reminds Feng He of Tai Chi.

This is a tennis style he has never seen before, and it is very innovative.

"Wang Mingyu won, 1-0."

"Wang Mingyu is leading." Outside the court, Gu Chi's friend couldn't help but said.

"Don't worry," Gu Chi didn't care, "Xiao He hasn't made a move yet." Xiao He's tennis is not the type that makes people breathless as soon as they play.

"When you say that, I'm more and more curious about what kind of tennis that Feng He can play." The person on the other side of Gu Chi also spoke.

Gu Chi raised his chin, "We'll see it soon."

"Is your tennis influenced by Tai Chi?" On the court, Feng He asked curiously. Although his tone was still so light that no ups and downs could be heard, he was really curious.

Although he has seen a lot of strange moves over the years, such as black holes and pirates, but he has never seen Tai Chi.

Such an opponent will make people feel that they are worth looking forward to.

"That's right," Wang Mingyu didn't hide it, "Tai Chi is the essence of Chinese culture." It can be seen that he is very proud of his tennis.

"Indeed." Feng He nodded in agreement, and sure enough, it was different after returning to China, at least it resonated culturally.

"What about you?" Wang Mingyu still had good eyesight, "You haven't tried your best yet, have you? Let me see what your tennis is like."

"Then I won't be polite." Feng He restrained his expression. For him, the most respectable way to treat an opponent is to spare no effort to defeat him.

When the game started again, Fenghe's tennis has changed. If he could only show his excellent foundation at the beginning, now his tennis seems to have got rid of all the shackles of the inherent form.

Like the flowing water in a mountain stream, it is also as casual as the flowing clouds in the sky. The water is impermanent, the clouds are impermanent, and the tennis is mysterious and unrestrained like flowing clouds and flowing water. It will involve the opponent in one fell swoop.

In an instant, Wang Mingyu began to feel the pressure. He was also someone who had seen all kinds of masters in top domestic tennis competitions.

But he has never seen such unpredictable tennis as Fenghe, it seems that every ball is completely different from what he imagined.

Originally, when he thought that the opponent would come over with a slice, the opponent actually played a completely unimaginable wipe.

Or, he thought that the opponent was about to smash, but unexpectedly, a ball was thrown straight to the bottom line.

Even switch between continuous offense and meticulous and seamless defense at will, doing whatever you want, mysterious and unpredictable, making it hard to guard against.

"Fenghe wins, 2-1, exchange venues."

"Your style of tennis is really troublesome." After a match, Wang Mingyu also admitted that Fenghe's tennis is much stronger than he thought, "But, that's all."

The kind of tennis that is as unpredictable as flowing clouds and flowing water is indeed difficult to deal with, but it is not impossible to deal with.

"Really?" Feng He's answer was still indifferent, as if he didn't pay attention to the opponent's provocation at all.

Even on the court, the icy appearance will make the opponent feel completely disgusting. Wang Mingyu snorted, and when Feng He seemed to be inconceivably coming to the ball, he suddenly ran to the correct position and swung his racket back fiercely.

It was a wonderful ball. Feng He's ball was already quite unexpected. Before he hit it, no one seemed to have thought that he would hit it like this.

And after playing it, it is even more amazing, it turns out that tennis can still be played like this.

But Wang Mingyu's counterattack was even more admirable. It was such an incoming ball that he had reacted in an instant and made an accurate counterattack.

This return ball was directly aimed at Fenghe's empty second half. The ball he just hit the net just now seemed to be too late to catch the ball for a while.

Both inside and outside the court, it seems that the result of this ball has been foreseen, and Feng He was scored by someone.

However, at this moment, Feng He moved. He neither did any extremely difficult movements, nor did he suddenly become very astonishingly fast.

He just ran over in an ordinary way, making a textbook-like precise swing without any characteristics, but the yellow ball made a crisp sound of hitting the sweet spot of the racket.

The next moment, the tennis ball drew a beautiful curve, directly pressing down on Wang Mingyu's bottom line.

Outside the stadium, there was also a moment of silence, and then there was a louder noise.

They could all see Feng He's movements very clearly. It really didn't have any special features, but just like that, he actually caught the ball back, and it was still on Wang Mingyu's bottom line, so that Wang Mingyu didn't even react?

This... can't be a coincidence, can it?

People who think this way are not only those watching the game, but even Wang Mingyu on the court thinks this way too.

Such an ordinary ball was too much like a coincidence, so Wang Mingyu moved again without any psychological burden.

The tennis ball spun back and forth in the air, and then it landed again after Feng He seemingly inadvertently, or in other words, swung the racket casually.

It is still such an ordinary movement, even without any fancy moves, but it keeps Wang Mingyu unable to catch the ball again and again.

If it happens once and every time, it is definitely not a coincidence.

"Fenghe won, 3-1."

"It's not a coincidence!" Wang Mingyu finally couldn't hold back, "Is this the way you play?"

The blue-haired boy raised his eyes when he heard the words, and nodded briefly, "Ah." That's right, this is just the way he plays.

"What is it?" Being suppressed one after another, Wang Mingyu also began to feel a little anxious.

Feng He suppressed the panting caused by the violent running, and said lightly, "Still water, deep flow."