Tennis Superstar Reborn

Chapter 29

The third set begins.

Chen Song bent slightly, holding a racket in his hand, and his black pupils reflected in front of him.

Qi Yuan served the ball, the ball bounced back and forth in his palm, his eyes swept over Chen Song on the opposite side with cold eyes, heck, he will definitely win this game.

boom!

With the loud noise, the ball bounced across the net and toward the inside of the baseline. It was still a powerful attacking ball, but it was also different from a powerful ball. The ball spun low and was invisible to the naked eye, and it was a vigorously spinning bottom line ball.

Such a ball was used as the opening ball of the third set. Qi Yuanming told Chen Song that he was still struggling physically in the third set.

Chen Song knew that his physical strength was not as good as Qi Yuan's. Although he looked calm now, as long as he ran two or three rounds, he would lose the wind and could only disrupt Qi Yuan's rhythm.

Holding the racket with both hands, Chen Song tried his best to catch the ball. The ball hit the racket for two or three seconds, and Chen Song's arm holding the racket was shaking.

Bang, bang!

The racket was hit by the force of the ball, and the ball rolled down to Chen Song's feet and bounced twice.

Wang Borong, who was watching, had already stood up, "Song Zier, are you alright?"

Chen Song rubbed his wrists, picked up the racket on the ground, looked at Wang Borong reassuringly, and then swept to Qi Yuan in the baseline area far away.The strength of this ball is stronger than the previous two sets. Did Qi Yuan save his strength just now, or was the opponent also in a hurry?

On the first serve, Qi Yuan scored a point first, because Chen Song caught the ball with his racket, and this serve cannot be called an Aisi ball.

The game continues.

Afterwards, just as Chen Song had expected, Qi Yuan was in a hurry and kept hitting this kind of super strong bottom line ball, and the score quickly became one-sided. Numb, sensitivity and flexibility are greatly reduced. At this moment, the score in the field has been pulled to three to one.

Chen Song serves.

Toss, jump, swing -----

However, the speed at which the ball fell did not match the swinging arm. The ball fell and the serve failed.

Chen Song let go of his palm, and slowly closed his five fingers. After a few back and forth strokes, he breathed a sigh of relief, and calmly served the most ordinary serve.

His body has been exhausted to the extreme, and his mind is a little empty, and now it is all relying on the subconscious control of his body.The opponent's state seemed to be at its peak, which was frightening, but Chen Song vaguely felt that the limit of distance from Qi Yuan was approaching. He had been playing this kind of super-powerful ball, which consumed no less physical energy than him.

It's just to see who has better physical fitness now.

The first three rounds were like a raging fire, Chen Song's score was ugly, basically [-]-[-] or [-]-[-]. In the last two rounds, even the onlookers who didn't know how to play could tell that the speed of these two players had slowed down. , the score began to pull very evenly.

Five to six or tie-break.

Chen Song won one game, and the opponent won another game, the score was two to four.

It's just that Chen Song has reached the extreme at this time, his face is as white as paper, his whole body is soaked in sweat, his mind is blank, and he is relying on cheats to control his body——

Qi Yuan on the opposite side was not much better, his clothes were soaked in sweat, his face was as pale as a ghost, the veins on his arms were bulging, and his eyes were red, like a wild beast that had reached its limit and was about to go mad .

At this moment, the rain outside the gymnasium was already pouring, and the hall was so quiet that one could hear the sound of breathing.

It was almost eleven o'clock.

This is the longest game since the beginning of the game.

There was a thunder outside, and lightning struck the entire glass of the gymnasium. When Chen Song was catching the opponent's serve, the surrounding scenery seemed to be shaking, and he fainted from exhaustion.

The moment Chen Song fell to the ground, it seemed that the whole surrounding slowed down. All kinds of voices calling his name, the white lights hurt his eyes, and his mind went blank, as if falling on cotton. Chen Song slowed down. I slowly closed my eyes...

Surrounded by the soft and warm quilt, Chen Song groaned in a low voice, and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes, which were stimulated by the faint orange warm light, narrowed slightly, and slowly opened, the figure next to him became clearer and clearer. With a tall and handsome profile, it's Ji Zhun.

"Don't move, you're still on the drip." Ji Zhun's voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up.

Only then did Chen Song notice that he had needles stuck in the back of his hand, and Ji Zhun was sitting on the chair beside the bed.

"Where's the game?" Chen Song was startled by the three words, too vague and dry.

Ji Zhun poured water, half-supported Chen Song, leaned on the soft pillow, passed the straw in the cup to Chen Song's mouth, a stream of warm water slid through the dry esophagus, and Chen Song drank it in one breath After drinking a glass, my throat felt comfortable.

"You fainted in the third set, four to six, Qi Yuan won." Ji Zhun said truthfully, "Do you want more?"

Chen Song nodded, and waited for Ji Zhun to pour the water before recalling in his head what Ji Zhun said just now. He was a little slow to react now.

Lost.

Chen Song leaned on the soft pillow, his head was a little dizzy, in fact, he couldn't remember the way of the last game very vaguely, he lowered his eyes and sighed, lost, what should he do at home?

"There are winners and losers in the game, don't care too much." Ji Zhun handed the water cup to Chen Song.

Chen Song held the water glass and lowered his head to drink water, "I know, I just didn't win the bonus..." In the end, his voice was so soft that he seemed to be muttering in his mouth.

In any game, there is no sure win. It is better to have a good mentality, win and lose, and the court is interesting.He suddenly thought of Ji Zhun, who had been winning all the time, and couldn't help but look sideways, as if he finally knew why Ji Zhun decided to give up tennis.

Seeing Chen Song's gaze, Ji Zhun met him, "What's the matter?" He took the empty cup from Chen Song's hand and put it aside.

"Nothing." He scanned around. The room was clean, simple and exquisite. "Where is this place? Didn't we go back to school?"

Ji Zhun glanced at the hanging bottle first, there was still half a bottle of water left, and then he sat on the chair, looked at Chen Song's still pale face, and frowned slightly, "My family, you fainted, I called the doctor over, It's nothing serious, Wang Borong and Li Qing are still in the guest room."

A pair of almond eyes widened slightly, Chen Song was a little surprised, "Your home?" Thinking that he came back so late and had to alarm the doctor, he felt a little embarrassed, "Disturbing your parents' rest."

"No. Don't think too much about it, just take a good rest."

In fact, Chen Song still had a lot to say, but his eyelids seemed to be out of order. Just as Ji Zhun finished speaking and had a good rest, his eyelids drooped and he soon fell asleep.

Seeing this, with a smile in his eyes, Ji Zhun picked him up, took the pillow behind him and laid it flat, covered him with the quilt, and sat back on the chair again.

The room was very quiet, little by little, and when the bottle bottomed out, Ji Zhun pressed the back of Chen Song's hand, pulled out the needle skillfully, put on the tape, packed up his things, and then turned and went out.

Chen Song was awakened by the urge to urinate.

When I opened my eyes, the dim orange light on the bed had already been extinguished, and the sunlight passed through the window and filled the whole room through the soft white gauze.

Chen Song got up with his arms propped up, his whole body ached, but what he couldn't ignore was his bladder that was about to explode.

He was still dizzy, as if he hadn’t woken up, but his body told him that he couldn’t hold it anymore, so he got out of bed with bare feet, and by instinct, he finally found the bathroom. Only when he was happy did he remember that he seemed to be at Ji Zhun’s house .

The face of the person in the mirror was still pale, his black hair was rubbed like a dog with blown hair, his eyes were half-closed and half-awake, Chen Song turned on the faucet, poured cold water on his face, and soon woke up.

He lowered his head and was wearing an oversized T-shirt as sleepiness. It was chilly underneath, and Chen Song's eyes slightly opened wide!

panties!

He didn't wear underwear!

Just say that it was so quick to turn on the water just now.Chen Song muttered, endured the coolness, came out of the bathroom, and saw Ji Zhun standing in the room.

"Come and have breakfast when you wake up." Ji Zhun said.

The window was opened, and the white gauze was blown by the wind. Chen Song felt that it was even colder underneath. He was so excited that he was no longer in a daze. He looked at Ji Zhun and stammered, "Where are my underwear?"

Ji Zhun curled his lips slightly, with a smirk in his eyes.

"You came back last night dirty and didn't clean up. Do you think I'll let you sleep in my bed?"

Ji Zhun's voice was obviously faint, but Chen Song could hear the maliciousness.

Immediately, his face flushed like a steamer, "Your bed?"

Ji Zhun pursed his lips, "Shouldn't I be grateful?"

"Thank you." Chen Song tugged at the hem of his clothes, feeling that the T-shirt was too short.

"It's just words, it doesn't seem to be enough to express my fatigue last night." Ji Zhun still spoke lightly, hiding the evil in his eyes deeper, and said inadvertently: "You spread like a handful of mud last night. It took a lot of effort to get you out of the tub and keep you from drowning."

These words were like a bomb, which shattered Chen Song's thought that had been cleared up.

"You, you still give me a bath?" Chen Song's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ji Zhun turned around, and couldn't hide the smile on his face, but Chen Song behind him didn't see it, "Or do you want my aunt to wash it for you?" He put the breakfast on the table, "I'll prepare a new toothbrush and towel for the bathroom Alright, let's go take a shower."

Chen Song's mind was muddled again, and he said one password after another. After washing up and getting out of the bathroom, he realized that he was indeed living in Ji Zhun's bedroom, not the guest room.

The room is large, with a bedroom, a small living room and a bathroom.

At this moment, Commander Ji is putting his breakfast on the table on the semi-circular balcony, and he is eating gracefully. The light is very good, shining on Ji Zhun's side face and shoulders, outlining Ji Zhun's beautiful and three-dimensional facial features.

Because of Ji Zhun's powerful aura, many people will ignore Ji Zhun's outstanding appearance, Chen Song used to be the same, but at this moment, Ji Zhun is wearing sunshine, sitting lazily on a chair, eating breakfast, originally cold The situation has weakened a lot, which highlights Ji Zhun's good looks.

As if sensing something, Ji Zhun turned his head and saw Chen Song standing blankly not far away, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows with a smile.

"Aren't you hungry? Come here."

Chen Song's feet seemed to be disobedient, and his heart was beating violently.