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The situation on the court began to develop in a direction favorable to Feng He.

His smooth flow is originally an unpredictable super-class move, which enables him to fully grasp the entire process of the game on the court, and lead the victory to himself without the opponent knowing it.

Because of this, he is known as the most mysterious wind in Li Haida.

And Still Water Flows Deep is a higher level. It seems that all the skills and moves have been restrained. It is neither dazzling nor unexpected. The ordinary playing style does not have any feeling of shining.

But it is this kind of tennis that always faithfully hits back every ball and hits tennis that the opponent cannot catch.

Exploring the essence of tennis, the still water flows deeper and goes further.

If with Wang Mingyu's strength, he can still find a way to defeat the enemy.

After all, he is the top four in this national competition, and his strength is not bad.

After encountering the still water and deep flow, even he felt like he was tied up and didn't know how to give full play to his advantages.

It was an unfathomable current, seemingly calm, but no one knew where the undercurrent was.

For a while, even though Fenghe seemed to be playing tennis normally, running and swinging the racket seemed extremely flat, but Wang Mingyu, who had amazing moves, was also suppressed by him on the court.

Feng He's control on the court was amazing. After gradually mastering the rhythm, his tennis seems to be getting smoother and smoother.

That ordinary appearance remains the same, but as the tennis ball hits the ground, the score is leaning more and more towards him.

"Awesome," the people standing beside Gu Chi also praised in such a situation, "It seems that there is nothing amazing about tennis, but it is so heavy that Wang Mingyu can't lift his head."

"Xiao He's tennis has never been created for the sake of showing off his skills." Gu Chi folded his hands on his chest, and after a rare act of restraint, his understanding of Feng He, his former partner, can also be called excellent. Knowing it well, "For him, tennis is easier than we imagined." When they were still concerned about the outcome of the moves, he had gone to a farther place, and this is what he admired most about Xiao He .

"Easy?" The other person beside Gu Chi was a little puzzled, "Is tennis very easy?"

Gu Chi pointed to the people running on the field, "For him, it is."

"What's a simple way?" The person who asked the question still didn't understand.

Gu Chi once heard Feng He talk about tennis like still water and deep flow, so now he can also say, "It's as simple as being able to catch the opponent's ball and then hit the ball that the opponent can't catch."

The man was stunned when he heard the words, "Everyone knows this truth!" Such a simple truth, even beginners in tennis know it, but the person who is watching the ball on the court is not a beginner in tennis at all. level.

No, it can even be said that he is so powerful that even he is not sure that he can win the opponent.

"Yes, the reason is very simple." Gu Chi withdrew his hand, "But whether you can do it or not is another matter." There are so many theories about tennis, or many people know more about tennis than the world's top tennis players. The theory is not much less than the other.But so what, knowing the theory doesn't mean you can become a top tennis player.Knowing and doing are two different things.

"Indeed." The person who spoke before continued, "Gu Chi, your friend's tennis skills are indeed very strong." How could Wang Mingyu, who is one of the top four in the national competition, not be strong.

"Of course." Gu Chi said quite proudly, can his friend and partner not be strong?

Another person snorted, "You must have played against him, who won?" I don't know why Gu Chi is so proud.

"Damn," Gu Chi faltered while speaking, "Of course I won." Why was there an inexplicable guilty conscience, no, why was he guilty.

In a word, in exchange for two stares of disbelief, "You won?" So Gu Chi won?

Gu Chi's voice was quite loud, "That's because I didn't try my best at all. Of course I won if I tried my best." He was just giving in to Xiao He, um, that's right, that's it.

"Cut!" Multiply by 2.So Gu Chi was treated like this.

While several people were discussing, Feng He scored two more points and won two or three more goals, and his match point was coming.

The unfavorable situation on the court made Wang Mingyu anxious.

Although this game is just a practice match as the coach said, it is not an official match, nor a knockout match, nor is it a selection match for the representative team, it seems that it is okay to lose.

But as the first game of the U-17 training camp, in front of all the coaches and players, if he loses to an unknown player, he also knows what will happen to his future training camp career Hit and impact.

He doesn't want to lose, he wants to win!

His purpose of entering this training camp is to finally be able to represent China in the game, and then win glory for the country on the world stage and achieve good results.

He didn't want to lose here as soon as he came, in such a game.

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With such strength and speed, Feng He couldn't grasp the best position to return the ball. In the end, Wang Mingyu took the lead on the net and scored a point.

Looking at the tennis ball that landed, Feng He frowned slightly.

"Wang Mingyu broke out." Outside the court, Gu Chi also frowned, "I've never seen him like this before." Even if he lost in the semi-finals of the national competition, he never did like this.

"Maybe, the situation will reverse." Gu Chi's friend said upon seeing this.

"That's right," the other nodded, "It depends on how your friend responds."

However, the development on the court was completely different from what they said. Even though Wang Mingyu had exploded with such momentum, Feng He still responded to all changes with the same.

It's still the kind of play that doesn't show off or show off. No matter what the opponent is, he always controls the yellow ball precisely.

Not to be shaken by foreign objects, not to be deceived by the form, one goal at a time, firmly and unswervingly aiming at victory.

When the last ball landed, Feng He didn't even have the slightest expression of joy, but just slowly put down the racket.

Under the scorching sun of August, only those eyes reflected the clear sky, but it was even clearer by the blue sky.

"The game is over, Fenghe won, 6-1."

"This, this is impossible..." Looking at the ending on the court, Lin Chen murmured as if in a dream.

Didn't you agree that Fenghe fell off the rear of the car like him?He lost to the quarterfinals of the national competition, but Feng He won the semifinals?Still won so cleanly?It shouldn't be...

"Hey, what are you talking about is impossible?" Someone patted Lin Chen on the shoulder.

Lin Chen suddenly came back to his senses, "I mean Fenghe won, it's too unreal."

"Indeed." The man nodded sympathetically when he heard Lin Chen's words, "I've never heard of this person, Fenghe, Fenghe... Wait, you know what two words he is ?"

"I know." Lin Chen was taken aback by the man's sudden reaction, "The wind blows, the lotus blooms."

The man pondered for a moment, then clapped his hands, "So it's him! It's him!" After a pause, he just shook his head, "I think he looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw him , now I finally remembered."

"Eh? You know him?" Lin Chen was completely interested, "Who the hell is he?"

Seeing Lin Chen's dazed look, the man immediately had a certain attribute that can be called a good teacher, "Have you watched the U-17 World Cup three years ago?"

Lin Chen shook his head blankly, "I haven't seen it."

The man immediately looked at Lin Chen with contempt, "You have come to participate in the training camp, and you haven't even seen the World Cup three years ago."

"Haha..." Lin Chen rubbed the back of his head and laughed.

The man didn't bother to say much, so he directly cut to the point, "In the U-17 World Cup three years ago, the biggest upset was which championship the Japanese team won."

"The Japanese team?" Lin Chen's eyes widened in surprise, "I remember that Japanese tennis isn't very strong, so they won the championship?"

"That's right, that's why I said it was the biggest upset," the man folded his hands on his chest, "I watched the video of the final, which Japanese team really played well, whether it was doubles or singles, they performed well in the final. It was remarkable. And the singles three at that time," the man pointed to the court, "it was him: Feng He."

"What?" Lin Chen almost jumped up, "He represented the Japanese team and won the U-17 World Cup three years ago. How good is he?"

"That's right," the man nodded with lingering fear. "At that time, he was still a junior high school student. He faced the high school students of the US team, but he still won the victory from the opponent. The game was very exciting. But at that time The display on the screen is not in Chinese, and I didn’t realize it for a while.” He turned his head and looked at the person who had already walked towards the net to shake hands, “I really didn’t expect that he was Chinese, and he was called back to China this time. gone."

"It's hard, no wonder there was no news about him participating in the competition before." Lin Chen also looked at the court with a dull look, "It turns out that he is studying in Japan."

"Yes." The man also sighed, "It seems that this year's U-17 training camp will become more and more interesting."

He didn't hear his exclamation at all, and Lin Chen hadn't recovered yet, "So he's so powerful..." While talking, he suddenly let out a strange cry, hugged his head suddenly and squatted down on the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" Gang Kepu was taken aback by Lin Chen's sudden movement.

"Ah, I actually said that to him..." Lin Chen held his head, and fell into the realm of how stupid he was.

Feng He on the court didn't know that Lin Chen was popularized outside the court. After the game, as usual, he would shake hands with his opponent at the net.

When Feng He walked to the net and reached out to shake hands, Wang Mingyu, who had just lost the game, suddenly said, "You really played well. Just now, I underestimated the enemy."

In this game, he lost because of his inferior skills, but also because of his mentality.Although I am very unwilling, if I can't admit defeat, then how can I try to win back next time.

Feng He gasped under pressure, "In the second half, you were too impatient." Although the opponent was indeed suspected of underestimating the enemy, but he was able to correct his mentality so quickly and look at the game again, Feng He felt that he also appreciated it. kind of spirit.

Of course, he will not be stingy to say a few more words about the people he admires.Even if he doesn't know each other, but for tennis teenagers, once they have played, doesn't it mean they know each other?

Wang Mingyu was startled, "What do you want to say?" He didn't quite understand why Feng He said such a sentence suddenly.

"Your style of play," Feng He said, as a person who played in the world competition three years ago, with sharp eyes, "is not suitable for that kind of explosive style of play." , To overcome rigidity with softness, neither fast nor slow is the way he should go in tennis.The last explosion, although it seems to have an amazing momentum, for many opponents, this kind of momentum is indeed very effective.But this is not a style of play that suits him, and the more adversity he faces, the more he must insist on himself.

If you even abandon yourself, such a tennis ball will be lost thinking that you can't find your way.

Wang Mingyu was stunned, he never expected that Feng He would remind him of such a thing.

They didn't know each other at all before, and of course they couldn't talk about friendship, but just now, they were still opponents on the field.

Slightly raising his head, Wang Mingyu was facing Shang Fenghe's eyes. After coming down from the court, those light blue eyes also returned to calm and plain, just looking at him like this, as if he couldn't see any unnecessary emotional fluctuations.But when he speaks, he will look straight at people, inexplicably making people feel that he is talking to himself very seriously, very sincere.

The next moment, Wang Mingyu couldn't help but said, "If you remind me of such a thing, I won't be afraid that I will beat you next time." After entering the U-17 training camp, for the qualification of the representative team, they must be opponents.

Feng He glanced at the person indifferently, "Don't be afraid," he paused, and he took it almost as a matter of course, "Next time, I will be the winner." This is his self-confidence.

Wang Mingyu looked at Feng He twice, and couldn't help laughing, this person is really interesting.

Although he beat himself just now, he really can't be hated at all.

As soon as Feng He got off the field, Gu Chi rushed over happily, "Xiao He!"

Seeing this, Feng He immediately pointed out Gu Chi's collar with sharp eyesight and quick hands, only to let someone's pounce fall into the air.

"Xiao He!" Gu Chi immediately felt wronged, "You didn't tell me when you came back."

"I called you." Feng He let go of Gu Chi, "You talk too much, I can't get in."

Because Feng He was telling the truth, even Gu Chi froze for a moment, but how could Xi Jing Gu be discouraged by this matter, "Well, that's not important, I know you want to surprise me." He Nodding self-consciously, "I'm really pleasantly surprised. This time, we can fight together." With the strength of him and Xiao He, the Chinese representative team will definitely have their place.

Feng He nodded slightly, "Ah."

"Then," Gu Chi rarely regained his composure, "Let's start again," he said, with a big smile on his face, "Xiao He, welcome back."

The corner of Feng He's mouth slightly raised, "Thank you."

After two months:

"Now, according to the internal ranking order of the training camp, we announce the list of players representing our country to participate in the U-17 World Cup. The team members are the following fourteen: Feng He, Gu Chi, Wang Mingyu... I hope the above fourteen players In this competition, play with style and level, win and win glory for the country!"

THE END