Tennis Superstar Reborn

Chapter 7

"One ball left."

Chen Song's voice is not loud, but full of strength.

The originally noisy tennis court gradually quieted down, Wang Borong's eyes were moist, and his fists were clenched tightly, that is, there is still a ball, why should he be sentenced to death now? !

The yellow-green ball was in Chen Song's palm, and everything outside the court became quiet. Chen Song could even hear the sound of the wind blowing, and his arched back slowly relaxed.

Throwing the ball upwards, leaping into the air, the swinging arm stretched back to the extreme, the whole body is like a half moon, and the feet and back form a beautiful and strong arc.

boom.

The ball goes out, using great speed, with a low frequency of spin.

Crossed the net and bounced in the backcourt, near the left baseline.

Chen Song, who has always been playing the front net or topspin, actually chose the left side of the backcourt.

Han Bin's posture was originally forward, and when he saw the ball passing the net, he moved quickly, strode to the left, received the ball, and slammed it hard, hitting the right side as before, only three centimeters away from the baseline.

Wang Borong gasped, this kind of ball happened every time just now, can Song Zier this time------

Got it!

I got it!

The ball was too fast, and Wang Borong didn't see how Chen Song caught it. He thought the ball would hit the bottom line on the left side, but he didn't expect it to be a ball in front of the net, and the angle was very tricky.

Wang Borong's head swiped towards Han Bin like a wiper. Han Bin was still in the outside area, and ran to the inner area at this time.

But the ball is too fast.

boom!

Han Bin didn't have time------

"5:2."

When Ji Zhun reported the number, his voice still seemed to be cold, but when he listened carefully, he felt something was different.

This ball, like Han Bin's first tee shot, shocked the hearts of the onlookers again.

Only then did Wang Borong realize that his clenched fists were so tight that his knuckles hurt.Li Qing was not much better, secretly yelled a good shot, his handsome hairstyle was caught like a chicken coop because of excitement.

This is not the last ball.

Chen Song was ready to face the battle, his eyes reflected the yellow-green ball in the opponent's hand, and the beating ball in his pupils was like two beams of burning flames.

Han Bin turned the racket back and forth, "It's interesting." His voice was full of excitement of challenge and conquest.

Throwing the ball high, Han Bin took half a step back with his left foot, and stretched his right hand backwards. The muscles on his arms bulged and bulged, full of tension, like a bow. .

This is a ball full of sincerity.

The ball was as fast as an arrow leaving the string, full of power, passed the net, and landed on the right side as usual, but this time the angle was tricky, only a few centimeters from the right side of the baseline.

Wang Borong's heart seemed to be lifted up high, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes.

Chen Song's small steps are extremely flexible. When the ball crosses the net, he has already predicted the direction in which the ball will land, and his hands and feet are faster than his brain can control.

Going along the arc and crossing the net, it was a topspin ball. Han Bin mobilized small steps and received the ball with a strong lash. This time the direction of the ball turned out to be to the left.

Chen Song adjusted his pace, the sweat on his face was waving, but his eyes were fixed on the ball.

Catch it and type it out.

Wiping the tennis ball, the front net lands.

"5:3."

The two entered the state, Han Bin was as mighty as a lion, while Chen Song was as sensitive as a fox.

The score gradually narrowed, and the two seemed to be fished out of the water.

Chen Song, who obviously lost to Han Bin in physical strength, was still fast in every subsequent ball, and it was impossible to see that his physical strength was approaching the limit-------

"6:6, get ahead."

At this time, it was already dark, and the lights on the tennis court were already on, and the number of onlookers was getting more and more. Everyone held their breath and focused on the last ball.

Chen Song swallowed, his throat was dry and sore, but the blood all over his body was boiling and restless.

The body is slightly arched, the racket is held in both hands, and the eyes are as sharp as eagles, staring at the ball in the opponent's hand.

When the ball spun quickly across the net, Chen Song moved his feet first, received the ball, met it, and the ball flew over the net.

Han Bin backhanded, subconsciously reduced the strength of his arm, and whipped----

This is a tennis ball.

Han Bin, who has been playing vigorously on the bottom line, even hits the front of the net with a high ball. The ball is very fast, but Chen Song is still on the bottom line -----

Wang Borong seemed to be dazzled. He couldn't see when Chen Song reached the front net. He actually received it, and it was a backhand. The ball spun on the racket and passed the net.

boom.

The ball landed ten centimeters from the bottom line, but Han Bin missed it.

"6:7, Chen Songsheng."

Ji Zhun came down from the referee's seat and strode up to Han Bin.

Han Bin smiled in relief, and said loudly: "I lost, this match is so fucking cool! Ji Zhun, the person you are looking for is really good."

Chen Song:......

Han Bin wiped his sweat all over, raised his hand and saw Ji Zhun avoided him, and immediately exploded, "Ji Zhun, you have such a virtue of cleanliness, how can you marry a wife and have children! You can't get married like this!" friend's-------"

"You are so dirty, and you don't see a girlfriend." Ji Zhun countered, with a bright mockery in his eyes.

"Fuck, are you going to fight?"

Han Bin quickly put away the tennis racket, carried the bag on his back, walked in front of Chen Song, and said seriously: "I, Han Bin, recognize you as a brother, or do you dislike me and don't want to be my brother?"

What responded to Han Bin was Chen Song's fist on Han Bin's shoulder.

"brother."

Han Bin bared his teeth and punched back, almost making Chen Song vomit blood. Did this guy do it on purpose?Responding to Chen Song was Han Bin's handsome and tall back.

After Ji Zhun and Han Bin left, the onlookers burst into cheers, and the excited Wang Borong was the first to rush over, his face flushed with excitement.

"Pine nuts, pine nuts, you fucking won!!!"

"Chen Song, you are really amazing."

Class [-]'s collective sense of honor was overwhelming, but in just two hours, they had a stronger cohesion than other classes, and all of this was brought about by Chen Song.

Chen Song is the pride of their entire tenth class.

In this cool evening stadium, it seemed that the game that had just ended was still in front of our eyes, and the blood in our bones was still boiling and burning.

Many teenagers and girls, because of this game, ignited their love for tennis.

Chen Song was carrying his bag and walked across the playground quietly, with Wang Borong and Li Qing bickering and joking next to him, his heart seemed to be still on the tennis court.

At that moment, he could not have been more determined.

Early the next morning, Chen Song arrived at the playground. To his surprise, Ji Zhun arrived.

"Good morning, Ji Zhun!"

Ji Zhun nodded.

The two walked slowly side by side, but Ji Zhun had long legs, and Chen Song fell behind after a while, so he had to speed up his pace again.

boom!

Chen Song covered his nose, raised his head, and complained softly, "Stop if you don't say hello."

"It's because your legs are too short and you walk too slowly." Ji Zhun turned around.

Chen Song covered his nose for a moment, his eyes were all on Ji Zhun's beautiful lips.

Ji Zhun stretched out a finger, pressed it against Chen Song's forehead, and pushed it away.Chen Song was a little embarrassed, he was fascinated by a man, took two steps back, and whispered: "I will grow."

He is a normal high school freshman at this height, okay? !Ji Zhun, who is 1.8 meters tall, must have been fed bulking agents since he was a child.

"Are you talking bad about me with your puffy face?" Ji Zhun lowered his head and stared at Chen Song with a knife hidden in his eyes.

"No, no."

"You stuttered." Ji Zhun raised his eyebrows, "Don't let me find out next time, or you will die a miserable death."

"What did you find?" Chen Song followed slowly.

"I found out you lied to me."

Chen Song stared at Ji Zhun's back that was getting further and further away, and secretly raised his middle finger behind his back.

It was only when Chen Song went to the cafeteria for breakfast that he found out that Han Qi had been going through the formalities for going abroad a few days ago. He heard that his parents had immigrated.

"Let me just say, Han Bin doesn't seem like the kind of person who thinks deeply." Li Qing said.

Wang Borong held the fritters in his mouth, "You said everything."

Then the two began to pinch each other again.

Chen Song was tired of seeing these two.

"Chen Song, what is your bet with Han Bin now?" Su Wenhao asked curiously in a low voice.

"I don't know either." Chen Song braced his face. According to Han Bin's personality, he is definitely a person who has his own opinions.

Sure enough, at noon, news of Han Bin's withdrawal from the tennis main election appeared on the campus network.

He dragged and left a sentence----I will call back soon.

The school's compulsory culture timetable for the afternoon has come out. In the third class, Chen Song happened to choose Tai Chi. Under the eyes of the whole class, Chen Song went to the Tai Chi class alone. When he walked out of the class, he heard Wang Borong's leading laughter.

Chen Song's fists were clenched, he really wanted to punch someone!

Tai Chi classes are held in the indoor gymnasium.

There were only a dozen or so people sparsely. When Chen Song walked into the gymnasium and swept to a corner, his whole body froze.

Ji Zhun! ! !