Tennis Superstar Reborn

Chapter 6

The bet on the tennis court, like a landmine entering the water, exploded in the school in an instant, splashing water everywhere.

When Chen Song returned to the dormitory, half of the school knew that a freshman had challenged Han Bin for the sophomore tennis selection.

Who is provoking whom? !

The roommate gave Chen Song a favor, and Wang Borong patted Chen Song on the shoulder vigorously to express his support.

"I think Han Bin might want to clear the way for his brother, after all, you are the same type as Han Qi." After Li Qing finished speaking, he was a little uncertain, "But I don't think Han Bin is such a wealthy person, but Chen Song, you were recruited by my idol, I envy you so much, how did you do it?"

Then the building crooked.

Chen Song felt that the painting style was wrong, shouldn't the boys' dormitory talk about girls? !Why is everyone talking so enthusiastically about Ji Zhun that it was Li Qing who led the way!

"...Han Bin has a hot temper and hates people who come in through the back door the most. In fact, it's good now. If you win Han Bin, no one in the team will dare to gossip about you anymore." Li Qing kept his words and didn't say what if he lost? !

"If I lose, I will retake the exam with Rongzi!" Chen Song thought about it, it was just a game, just play as fast as you can.

"Song Zier, if you say that, I suddenly want you to lose--"

"Get lost!" Chen Song wanted to hit this guy.

Early the next morning, Chen Song got up at five o'clock as usual and went to run laps on the playground. When he finished laps and a half, Ji Zhun appeared.

"Morning! Ji Zhun!" Chen Song passed Ji Zhun slowly, waved his paws, and smiled brightly.

Ji Zhun was dazzled by Chen Song's smile, and when he realized it, Chen Song was already a few meters away.He lifted his foot for a while and chased after him.

The two ran side by side for half a circle. Chen Song was exhausted, and slowly slowed down and started to walk. He thought that Ji Zhun would run by himself like yesterday, but unexpectedly, Ji Zhun also slowed down.

"Do you have something to say?" This guy seems to be taller than Han Bin!

"Han Bin's strength is above yours."

Ji Zhun's voice was still cold and clear, without any bias, telling the truth straightforwardly.

"Then you promised me so readily yesterday?!" Chen Song was startled, "I thought you were very optimistic about me." It's not his narcissism!

Ji Zhun stared closely at Chen Song for two seconds, and Chen Song's spine was numb, "What, what's wrong? I don't blame you, anyway, it's all because of you to get into the team. If you really lose Well, I’ll just keep playing, anyway, my family’s tuition fee for the first semester has already been waived——” He doesn’t believe that he can’t join the tennis team in one semester.

"Or, if I lose, you still have to ask my family to charge this semester's tuition and miscellaneous fees?" Chen Song murmured in a low voice with a wary expression on his face, "Besides, I haven't fought yet! I don't necessarily lose... ...."

After hearing this, Ji Zhun even laughed.

Chen Song was even more creepy, Ji Zhun was obviously younger (psychological age) than him, but every time he saw Ji Zhun he always felt a little cowardly.

Simply unscientific!

Ji Zhun's smile is not like Chen Song's exposed, white teeth. The corners of his mouth are not obvious, but there is a smile in his eyes. His whole person is not as cold as before, and has an illusion of gentleness.

This is also just an illusion.

"I want to see how you die."

Ji Zhun's voice was cold, but he listened carefully and with a hint of teasing, he left Chen Song with a handsome and straight back after speaking.

Chen Song secretly stretched out his middle finger on the back, repeating silently, don't care about the brat!

He didn't know that Ji Zhun's eyes were as sharp as eagles on the other side of the playground, and he recalled the first time he met Chen Song, it was clearly at the end of his battle, but he turned defeat into victory with the last two goals.

So Chen Song, who was forced to the corner by Han Bin yesterday, what will happen to the sixth ball?

Throughout the day, Chen Song was like a giant panda in a zoo, being visited back and forth by classmates from other classes.

"Ah! This is Chen Song who challenged Han Bin! It looks very ordinary!"

"He's really short, is he 1.6 meters tall? He looks like Han Bin's thigh..."

.......

The veins on Chen Song's forehead are almost bursting, especially the last sentence, you have such a loud voice, you are looking for trouble, right? !

"Let's go, don't stay at the door of our class, are you looking for a beating?" Wang Borong blasted away the uninvited visitor at the door, Song Zi'er's face was blackened into an iron pot, and he didn't make a move. Is this kid planning some big move? !

Anyway, in Wang Borong's heart, Chen Song was not the one who wronged him and made him suffer.

After school in the afternoon, the whole class went to the tennis court, Chen Song walked in front, and Wang Borong went over to ask for credit, "I persuaded everyone, look, our class's heart is with you."

Chen Song didn't even want to scold this guy anymore.

Li Qing looked excited, "Will my idol go for a while? I guess I will. How do I look today? Rong Zi, take a look, is my hair messed up?"

Wang Borong glanced at Li Qing, who was wearing a taut bag, immediately poohed twice on the palm of his hand, and grabbed Li Qing's hair when he went up.

"Fuck, you're disgusting, stay away from me." Li Qing said angrily.

Chen Song thought, whoever stays with Wang Borong will be forced to swear.

"Chen Song is here!"

Someone on the tennis court yelled, and the onlookers all looked at Chen Song, revealing Han Bin standing inside, wearing a vest, with the muscles on his arms pressing against Chen Song's arms.

"Come!"

Han Bin looked at Ji Zhun at the back, "You are the referee."

Today's Han Bin is not as angry as yesterday, he looks very calm, as if he has no prejudice against Chen Song.

Chen Song nodded as a greeting.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed in an orderly manner, and Li Qing grabbed the seat closest to the referee's seat with a look of obsession.

"Win or lose in one game." Ji Zhun, who was seated high as the referee, said in a cold voice, "Han Bin serves."

Han Bin patted the ball a few times, took half a step back with his right foot, threw the ball, spun, jumped, swung the racket, bang, the ball had been launched.

The speed of the ball is extremely fast, and I haven't had time to see it clearly.

"1:0." Ji Zhun said coldly.

The onlookers were stunned by such a serve, and there was no sound on the court. Only then did the onlookers know that Han Bin showed mercy yesterday, and this is Han Bin's real strength.

Wang Borong was stunned, what about the pine nuts? !

Yesterday's Han Bin just wanted to show Chen Song a disgrace. Who told Chen Song to come in directly through the back door, and also wanted to test whether Chen Song's level is good enough to enter the tennis team, but Ji Zhun's attitude angered Han Bin, Han Bin I don't plan to show mercy anymore.

Han Bin won the first goal, as if it should be normal, with a cold face.

Chen Song sent the second ball.

Chen Song patted the ball twice and let out a sigh of relief. Han Bin was even stronger than he thought.

Throwing the ball, a clever angle, the tennis ball flew out, the speed was not very fast, the ball passed the net, did not cross the center line, and stayed in the front court.

Han Bin stepped up to catch it, and it was another strong ball, which went to the bottom line on the right side.

Both of them knew each other's tactics. Han Bin has been playing hardball, focusing on the right side, which caused an impact on Chen Song's hand holding the racket.However, Chen Song intends to turn the ball up, or the underspin ball just passed the net, so that Han Bin keeps running, looking for mistakes, and attacking.

"It's useless. There are only six balls. This little physical strength is nothing to Han Bin." Li Qing frowned and whispered.

At this moment on the court, Chen Song hit a beautiful tennis ball. This kind of ball has been wiped off the net, and its strength has been reduced, so it is not easy to catch.

The audience on the field breathed a sigh of relief, Wang Borong's eyes widened, his fists were clenched tightly, he couldn't catch it, he couldn't catch it...

I saw that Han Bin was extremely fast, he had already stepped forward, the backhand racket was flat on the side, and he slapped it hard. ---

"2:0."

Chen Song didn't receive it.

Han Bin served again with a calm face. This time it was a strong ball, and he didn't hide his tactics at all. He told Chen Song brightly that he just went to the black all the way and focused on the right side.

"Actually, Chen Song's idea is right, but his ball is always lacking a little bit. In other words, Han Bin's technique is too perfect, whether it is speed, strength, swing angle, or even the high ball in the frontcourt." Li Qing said After a while, Han Bin won another goal.

There was fine sweat on Chen Song's forehead.

Han Bin is really good, this is the level of Licheng Zhengxuan.

Chen Song was a bit shaken in his heart, what is the difference between him, just three balls, it is obviously possible, what is the difference?

This feeling is very familiar, like the fight with Jiang De Wang Hao, how did he win the last two balls.After tapping the racket in his hand, Chen Song relaxed his arm muscles, recalling how he felt when he was hitting Wang Hao.

Another right-handed bottom line ball.

According to Chen Song's feeling, the racket is three centimeters inward than before, and the power is slower.

The ball was not fast and flew over the net, Han Bin stepped forward.

Chen Song's heart tightened.

The ball landed in the frontcourt and spun and bounced. Han Bin received the ball and hit it back vigorously.

Chen Song suppressed the disappointment in his heart.

But the ball that was slapped with extreme speed crossed the line.

"2:1."

There was a good cry from the field.

"That's how you beat the pine nuts!"

Han Bin just smiled, Chen Song will not be so lucky next time.

......

boom!

The yellow-green ball is still at the bottom line corner on the right side. Chen Song is holding the racket. This ball will definitely be possible, and he will definitely be able to catch it------

"5:1."

Ji Zhun's voice was cold, and his eyes swept across Chen Song on the court without emotion.

At this level, it is not worth staying in the team.

Why?Why exactly?He has tried his best to get closer to the feeling when he played Wang Hao last time. Didn't Han Bin miss a ball just now?What went wrong and how -----

Sweat dripped down his chin, dripping down, and soon formed a small puddle of water at his feet.

There was panic in Chen Song's eyes, not the pursuit of victory or defeat, but Han Bin's ball, he could have caught it, but why didn't he catch it!

Why exactly?

The students in class ten fell silent collectively, Wang Borong's eyes showed anxiety, is Song Zier going to lose?

Li Qing scratched his hair, losing so ugly, how will Chen Song gain a foothold in the team in the future, if there is any shadow in his heart...

lost.

Chen Song's ears were filled with the rustling voices of the surrounding students, and the three words must be entered.His face was pale, and the tip of his chin was slightly raised.

Are you committed?

If you lose, you lose, just call in with Rongzi, anyway, the tuition fee for this semester is also waived...

Chen Song's thoughts were confused.

"This is what you're looking for? Ji Zhun, you take him too seriously." Han Bin said in a high tone, "This time you were wrong. The Licheng Tennis Team has always come in based on strength. He doesn't deserve to stay here." On the tennis team."

Han Bin's tone carried a decisive breath.

"We haven't reached the end yet, and we're not sure whether we'll win or lose."

Chen Song raised his head, his voice was calm, and his eyes were fixed on the front, revealing tenacity.

"Boy, you are too presumptuous."

"That's right, it's the last ball. He thought he was Federer?"

"Five to one want to turn over, hahaha, I started dreaming before it got dark."

The hustle and bustle around his ears could no longer control Chen Song's heart, and he was surprisingly calm at this moment.

"One ball left."