SFS Chapter 693: 'Rough' ball skills - Golden Flash, the outrageous situation after being ensl
Chapter 693: 'Rough' ball skills - Golden Flash, the outrageous situation after being ensl
Then there was the sound of tennis rackets hitting each other.
Above the stadium, the sunlight was blocked by thick clouds, and it was so gloomy that it seemed to be pressing down.
The wind blew gently on both sides of the net, carrying a slightly damp breath, as if even the air was stagnant for a moment.
The noise in the audience gradually died down, leaving only the slight mechanical sound of the scoreboard in the referee's hand and the occasional coughs and whispers in the distance.
Pete Laimbeer serves again.
He stood behind the baseline, holding the racket tightly with both hands, and looked down slightly at the tennis ball in his palm.
The lenses of his glasses reflected the cold light of the stadium lights, but the expression behind the lenses seemed unusually calm, even a little dull.
He was not tall, and his thin figure looked a little frail in the wind, but his feet were as steady as a rock, as if he had already locked his center of gravity firmly on the ground.
Different from the previous basic serve.
This time he directly displayed his ball skills - or rather, something that looked like "ball skills".
Of course, this skill was not his own, but rather a fancy move that he had learned on the spur of the moment, as if he had copied it from an outdated tennis magazine.
He took a deep breath, his expression became serious, and he jumped up. His body drew a not-so-graceful arc in the air, his toes lightly tapped the ground, and his whole body rushed forward as if pushed by some invisible force.
"Golden glitter!"
He shouted a little stiffly, his voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.
At that moment, time seemed to be stretched for a few seconds, and a sense of tension filled the air.
Immediately, he swung the racket in his hand.
In an instant, as the racket and the tennis ball collided, a loud bang suddenly exploded.
boom! ! !
A golden flash suddenly appeared, like a divine thunder from the nine heavens striking the mortal world, or like a strange phenomenon displayed by the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth.
At that moment, the entire court seemed to be illuminated by this light. The emerald green tennis ball turned into a stream of light in the strong light and shot towards the opposite side at an extremely fast speed, as if to tear the space apart.
At the same time, layer upon layer of air waves and shock waves were rolled up, and the net was shaken violently by the wind. The referee on the sidelines involuntarily took a step back, his face changed slightly.
"What the hell is this guy doing?"
Rocky Melody frowned and muttered, looking up at the fast-approaching tennis ball while quickly adjusting his stance.
With such an exaggerated effect, do you really think it can scare people?
The next moment, Alan Hopkins swung the racket in his hand.
"Don't underestimate us!"
Alan Hopkins whispered aside, his tone firm and confident.
Whatever tricks they played, he felt he could handle them easily.
He is not tall, with fair skin and always has a lazy smile on his face, but at this moment, he is extremely focused, his eyes fixed on the rapidly approaching tennis ball, as if a cheetah that has been lurking for a long time has finally discovered its target.
Under the watchful eyes of Rocky Melody, he caught the ball with ease.
The moment the racket touched the tennis ball, there was a crisp "pop" sound, and the tennis ball drew a perfect parabola in the air and landed steadily in the corner of the opponent's half.
0-30!
"No wonder Vice Captain Hopkins said they were weak."
He turned to look at Alan Hopkins and continued to tease, "It looks like we can easily win this game today."
When Henry Nobel III on the opposite side saw this scene, a look of worry suddenly appeared on his face.
He was wearing a slightly loose sportswear, his hair hung messily in front of his forehead, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.
"Peter, could you please use a little more force?"
He muttered under his breath, anxiety evident in his voice.
"If we keep going like this, we're bound to lose... What should we do? Why did Captain Kitagawa pair us together? There's no way we can play against each other."
"Oh, Henry, don't be like that."
Peter Lambie immediately showed an expression of disappointment and started to nag at Henry Nobel III, as if he was really in a passive state at this moment.
"Didn't you hear what that guy said? He has already grasped our weakness."
"Hmph, the weakness is in your hands?"
Peter Lambiel's expression changed slightly, and his brows furrowed slightly, but in just a moment he returned to his usual expression, still looking harmless.
"Senior Pete?"
After all, Henry Nobel III was Peter Lambiel's doubles partner. He noticed the other party's abnormality at the first moment and subconsciously called out softly.
"Oh, Henry, don't be like that."
Peter Lambie paused, his tone softening.
"We need to calm down and focus now."
"Every point is important and we can't give up easily."
Then, he seemed to have made up his mind and was ready to go all out, throwing the tennis ball in his hand directly into the air.
call out!
Then, under this arranged tone, he jumped up and swung the racket in his hand fiercely.
However, the current movement was obviously a bit stiff, like a rusty gear being forced to turn, lacking fluidity and strength.
boom!
It was still a basic serve, but it was far less perfect than at the beginning, and was even full of holes and flaws.
Looking at this scene, Alan Hopkins' smile became even more pronounced.
His short white hair swayed in the wind, and he raised his chin towards Rocky Melody, signaling him to watch carefully.
"Glasses, serve the ball quickly."
He said coldly, with a hint of impatience in his tone.
"Don't think about using these despicable means to delay time or anything like that."
"These poor acting skills of yours are nothing in my eyes."
"Besides, your weakness is already in my hands~"
He immediately rushed over quickly.
As the tennis ball hit the ground heavily, he swung the racket in his hand with great confidence.
"Let me completely enslave your weaknesses!"
This guy was even confident enough to shout out such domineering words on the spot.
"Failed the ball."
"The Swiss U-17 team scored."
"The score is 15-30."
Immediately afterwards, the referee on the podium blew the whistle and announced the result of the ball.
"How can this be?!"
"I clearly already knew your weakness in the first shot!"
Alan Hopkins, who was full of vigor and energy just a moment ago, suddenly turned as ugly as liver after seeing this scene. His fists were clenched and his teeth were chattering.