Tennis Superstar Reborn

Chapter 5

The provocation in Han Bin's eyes was completely undisguised.

Chen Song was silent for a while, "I'll go back and get the racket."

"No, I will borrow it from you." Han Bin said impatiently.

When the two of them were talking, there were quite a few tennis teams around, all of whom were freshmen in high school. Seeing that Chen Song dared to play against Han Bin, the sophomore pick, they were all surprised and waiting to see the show, and they all went to the tennis court. went.

Han Bin handed his racket to Chen Song, "Here you are."

As soon as Chen Song got started, he knew that this racket was 320 to [-] grams heavier than the one he usually used. He was not strong, and he was a sensitive type. Naturally, he chose a lighter racket, but Han Bin was different, with a [-]-gram racket. , the racket surface is small, the ball speed is fast, the batting is well controlled, and the line is slightly thicker, which requires absolute strength. …

"Looking like a girl, can I play?" Han Bin laughed when he saw Chen Song staring at a racket for a long time, "Are you afraid? If you are afraid, get out!"

Chen Song turned the racket in the palm of his hand neatly, and swung the racket to let his arms adapt to the power and speed of the racket.

"Only play one game." Chen Song nodded.

With six balls in one game, such a bad racket is already a disadvantage for Chen Song.

"Hey, I don't need six balls to get you out of the tennis team." Han Bin swung his racket vigorously.He casually pointed at the freshmen outside the field, "You, be the referee!"

The freshman climbed into the referee's seat and yelled to start.

Han Bin served the first ball.

The yellow-green tennis ball was thrown upwards violently. Han Bin took half a step back with his right foot. When the ball flew into the headspace, he jumped instantly. His right hand holding the racket was pulled back sharply, forming a powerful arc with his chest. When the ball landed At the optimum angle, the racquet is slightly on the side.

boom!

The ball made a strong sound in the racket, and the speed was like the wind. The ball flew out, passed the net, and bounced in the left backcourt, approaching the baseline.

This is a fierce serve, very aggressive.

The freshmen present all gasped. It was just a serve that was so powerful. It is worthy of being selected as the senior of Han Bin. They couldn't see the serve so vigorously, quickly and with low spin. The freshman who just entered the tennis team I will definitely not be able to catch it. If the wrist strength is not enough, the racket may be knocked off.

It's really courting death, to dare to confront the senior of Zhengxuan.

Chen Song stared at the yellow-green tennis ball. It was obviously very fast, as if it was blown by the wind, but in Chen Song's eyes, it was as if the movement had slowed down. After crossing the net and reaching the front zone, he quickly took two steps back. Sure enough, Han Bin caught the ball, and it was another powerful slice, hitting directly towards the bottom line.

"Oh my god! I didn't expect this freshman to catch Senior Han Bin's serve!"

The melon-eating crowd looked surprised and discussed with each other in low voices.

Chen Song didn't hear it, Han Bin was always playing hardball or chopping the ball, the speed was extremely fast, and every time he caught the ball, his palms were numb. This is Han Bin's field, and he must break this kind of game.

"The first ball, Han Bin wins!" The referee watched with great interest, and did not forget to report the score, "1:0, the second ball, Chen Song serves."

Chen Song served the ball, heaved a sigh of relief, and changed the way of holding the racket to a two-handed backhand. Han Bin's strength was so fierce that he could only hold the racket with two hands.

Play as much tennis as possible.

Chen Song secretly told himself to relax and adjust his strategy.

For the second ball, Han Bin seemed to see that Chen Song's thoughts were moving ahead of time. When the tennis ball just passed the net, Han Bin had already reflected it, and then he drew the ball, and the ball quickly went to the backcourt.

The two formed a tug of war.

boom!

The tennis ball lands to the left of the baseline.

"The second ball, Han Bin wins, the score is 2:0, Han Bin serves."

Holding the ball, Han Bin laughed unabashedly, "Is this your level? I think you are quite suitable as a caddy. Our Licheng tennis team lacks caddy."

For Han Bin's sarcasm and ridicule, Chen Song didn't take it to heart, but was very steady.

The world of tennis is very mysterious. It is obvious that the score is absolutely overwhelming, but as long as there is still one ball, there will be the possibility of miracles.

This is why Chen Song loves tennis. He is not limited by time and will always have miracles.

"The third ball, Chen Song wins, the score is 2:1, Chen Song serves."

.......

"The fifth ball, Han Bin wins, the score is 5:3, Han Bin serves."

Just one ball, one more ball, and the competition will be over.

Chen Song's head was full of sweat, he lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped it, his arms were already sore, he loosened and closed his five fingers several times, letting his numb palms relax.

A pair of eyes are like a wolf, staring at each other closely.

Han Bin smiled coldly in his heart. He only used a little bit of strength. This ball was over early, and his attitude became serious.

The atmosphere on the court was solemn, and more and more people watched the game outside the tennis court. In the most inconspicuous corner, Ji Zhun stood there, with slender legs and a straight back, staring calmly at the court.

The ball bounced on the ground, and Han Bin took two shots with his racket before picking up the ball and throwing it------

The ball spun low and fast on the racket, slammed it, arced over the net, and went straight to the baseline.

Chen Song moved small steps quickly, obviously all the strength in his whole body seemed to be drained, but as soon as the tennis ball flew over, it seemed like he was full of blood in place, and he was revived again.

The ball came at a very fast speed, and the students watching from the sidelines were already dazzled. The ball landed in the right area of ​​the backcourt, and it was very close to the bottom line------

Chen Song didn't receive it.

The referee rubbed his eyes, he didn't see clearly whether the ball just hit the line or not----

"Score! Senior Han Bin wins! He really overestimated his abilities. He even dared to challenge the first-choice team members. How long has it been since he overwhelmed the winner---"

"Senior Han Bin won, the referee shouted the score!"

"I still want to join the tennis team at this level. When did our school become like this?"

"If people like Chen Song can get in, why can't I?"

.......

The referee sat in a high position, with an anxious face, and stammered: "Just, just now, Han, senior Han's ball landed very close, I, I didn't see it---"

"Why is there any hesitation here? Senior Han is good at strong balls in the backcourt, so he can't be wrong. Hurry up and call for points, I'm still waiting for dinner!"

Han Bin stood outside the baseline, his brows furrowed. The sweat on his forehead just now slipped into his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he didn't see whether the ball was on the line or not.

In the end is to win or lose?

"5:4."

A cold voice came from the back corner. Even though the stadium was full of chatter, the voices were not loud, but the audience could hear it clearly.

"Who reported the score indiscriminately? Will he watch the game?"

"That's right, how could it be that Senior Han lost? Will it be reported -----" The speaker turned his head to look at the person coming, his eyes widened suddenly, "Senior Ji, Ji, Ji Zhun!"

Ji Zhun!

Those who spoke just now gasped, buried their heads low, and obediently called Senior Ji.

The crowd avoided the road automatically, and Ji Zhun walked through the stadium as if no one was there.

Han Bin raised his head and looked at Ji Zhun with a complicated expression, but he knew that Ji Zhun never recognized human relationships in tennis. Since he said it was 5:4, it was 5:4, so he couldn't be wrong.

"Okay, I lost this ball, come again!" Han Bin said decisively.

Chen Song only felt a thorn on his right hand. He suddenly looked up at the source, and saw Ji Zhun outside the net staring at him with calm and deep eyes. To be precise, he was examining the way he was holding the racket. right hand.

He got it!

There was only one thought in Chen Song's mind.

The palm of his hand was already numb, and relaxing back and forth several times had no effect at all. Han Bin only needed one ball, and he was undoubtedly defeated.The handle of Han Bin's racket is too thick, and his hands are too small to grasp it easily.

"The match is cancelled." Ji Zhun withdrew his gaze and said coldly.

Han Bin was taken aback for a moment, and then exploded.

"Ji Zhun, I can take care of this kid with only the last ball left. What do you mean? Cancel it?" Han Bin became angrier as he spoke, and the sweat dripped from his head in the air as he spoke loudly.

Ji Zhun avoided a few steps and kept a distance from Han Bin.

This action completely angered Han Bin.

"Ji Zhun, my buddy with you for three years, what the hell do you think of me? Obviously I'm about to win, you did it on purpose, you definitely did it on purpose, you found that piece of trash, I don't know what you like He what? He has to play the last ball today, I'll let you see what the hell you found!"

Ji Zhun glanced at Han Bin coldly, calm but full of threats, "I said the match will be cancelled."

The atmosphere in the air seemed to be condensed, Han Bin was so angry that his face was flushed, but he couldn't utter a word, his chest was panting back and forth, and he nodded indifferently, "Okay! Your father is the school director, and the tennis team It was opened by your family, so what you say is what you say! I fucking misread you!"

After finishing speaking, he threw the racket and left.

Ji Zhun stood in front of Han Bin with a cold expression, "Do you think you can beat Chen Song with one ball?"

Han Bin wrote "Isn't this fucking nonsense" all over his face, and he didn't speak with his neck stuck.

"Tomorrow, at the same time as before, you and Chen Song will play again, and the winner will be determined in the same round."

Han Bin was dissatisfied. Why did he let that kid 'live' all night for something that could be resolved today?

"We must increase the bet." Han Bin did not back down.

"Yes, you say."

Chen Song at the bottom line was already stupefied, he had a premonition that he definitely didn't want to know the bet Han Bin said----

"Chen Song lost, get out of the tennis team." Han Bin's anger subsided, with a smile on his face, "Ji Zhun, it's useless even if you found him, as long as he has no skills, whoever found him I, Han Bin, are fucking dissatisfied."

Ji Zhun nodded, "Yes."

Chen Song:......

Is it really okay for the two of you to have such a lively conversation about his bet? ! ! !

"Did you lose?" Ji Zhun asked.

Han Bin had an expression of 'I'm going to lose', but seeing Ji Zhun's serious expression, the fire in his heart lit up again, this guy really thought he would lose to a piece of trash!

"I lose, I withdraw from the main election, and save a seat for your little one." Han Bin bit the little one hard, sarcastically.

Chen Song, the new kid, got stuck on the way with a dazed expression on his face.

What the hell? !My little baby!