Almighty in the city

"Guide Chen here." Seeing Sun Lingyue walked back to the previous half of the court, Director Zhao suddenly didn't know what to say, so he had to look at Chen Fusheng blankly.

Chen Fusheng sneered: "I invite Yifan to come here to fight the fire for the national team! It just so happens that today I can kick a black sheep from the team!"

He glared at Director Zhao coldly: "I have only been away for less than five years. Unexpectedly, the atmosphere in this team has been so bad! Today just by the way, let these frogs at the bottom of the well look at the sky. How high, how wide is the ground!"

As he spoke, he said to Bai Yifan: "Yifan, don't keep your hands, try your best to defeat him!"

Defeated?!

Director Zhao noticed his words, he was shocked and looked at Bai Yifan in disbelief—

To defeat, not to defeat!

Sun Lingyue has been the number one seed player in domestic men’s tennis in recent years. He wants to defeat him instead of defeating him——

Could it be that this handsome young man really has the strength to be comparable to a world-class tennis player?

In his extreme shock, Bai Yifan glanced at this side after hearing the words, and shook his head at Chen Fusheng: "If you defeat him at this level, you also need to use all your strength, then how can I talk to Federer and the others? Go to fight."

"Hehe." Sun Lingyue sneered, and also glanced at Chen Fusheng, "I also said that I am arrogant. I think the person you recommended is far more arrogant than me!"

Chen Fusheng ignored him at all and said to the referee on duty: "Let them guess the first move."

"No." Sun Lingyue waved his hand disdainfully, and pointed his racket at Bai Yifan, "Let him start! I will let him get to know the best skills in China's men's tennis world!"

"Then I will wait and see." Bai Yifan smiled, and caught the tennis ball he threw over indifferently.

When the referee on duty waved his hand, a staff member of the court came up and cleared the court again.

Chen Fusheng and Director Zhao also walked to the rest area and sat down beside the newcomer.

"Director Zhao" this newcomer still looks very frustrated with the leader of the Nets Association, and a little fidgety wants to get up and give way.

"You sit on yours." Director Zhao waved his hand. "This time it is Sun Lingyue's fault. Don't have any thought baggage."

Seeing his worry on his face, Chen Fusheng shook his head, patted his shoulder and said: "The national team has the rules of the national team. If someone comes to trouble you afterwards, you can go to Director Zhao and he will be fair for you. of."

The muscles on Director Zhao’s face twitched, nodded, and turned away from the subject: "Guide Chen, you can tell me the truth, the one you got—"

He pointed to Bai Yifan: "What the hell is it?"

"What's the background?" Chen Fusheng snorted, "You'll know when this game is over."

At this point, the referee has raised his hand, indicating that Bai Yifan can kick-off.

Chen Fusheng's eyes lit up and his attention was immediately concentrated.

He still remembers that in the tennis court of the happy community that day, Bai Yifan's kind of seemingly non-dangerous, but will suddenly disappear from the opponent's sight when the opponent is ready to catch the ball. ".

At that time, he was also bewildered by this weird serve, and when he reacted, Bai Yifan's serve had already passed.

Today, he can finally observe and study how this weird serve comes from the perspective of a bystander.

Bai Yifan stretched his body and raised his hand to pat.

"En?" Seeing him toss the tennis ball high, as if he was about to play that kind of regular serve, Chen Fusheng was taken aback, "Why don't you start the'disappearing serve'?"

"What'disappearing serve'?" Director Zhao asked suspiciously.

Chen Fusheng didn't answer him. At this time, Bai Yifan had already swung his racket and hit a flat serve.

Chen Fusheng furrowed his brows slightly. Although the speed of this kind of ball serve is quite fast, the top ten seeded players in China should be able to catch it——

He was thinking, and he saw Sun Lingyue move horizontally with a small step, hit a topspin with a forehand, and returned the serve.

The corners of Bai Yifan's mouth raised slightly, and the racket in his hand also waved a forehand, returning the tennis ball.

"There are two brushes." Sun Lingyue sneered in his heart when he saw the posture of returning the ball, the trajectory of the racket, and the path of the ball coming back. The location of the seed is simply a dream!"

He jumped in a small step, and when the ball bounced off the ground, the man had once again moved to the position of the forehand return. A topspin with a little sidespin was slammed out.

Bai Yifan pivoted his left foot and turned slightly, raising his racket backhand to be flush with his left shoulder.

"This is to cut the ball, or to put a short ball!" Sun Lingyue saw his posture, and immediately knew it, and he started to surf the Internet.

Bai Yifan cut his racket sideways, and he really hit the ball.

"Hey!" Sun Lingyue had already ran to the net at this time, looking at the tennis ball falling towards his half of the court, the corner of his mouth had already raised a sneer, "Since I was on the net, then, next, Just let you run around a bit more!"

He jumped and opened his right hand, facing the flying tennis ball, in a posture of pulling a diagonal kick.

"No, it's so easy to let Sun Lingyue go online. This time, it's just a copy of when he and Xiao Ma just played." Director Zhao couldn't help sighing, saying that Director Chen was so loud. As a result, Bai Yifan was at the level of an average professional player, and he was not Sun Lingyue's opponent at all.

Sun Lingyue has already made this diagonal kick.

However, just a second later, Chen Fusheng and Director Zhao stood up suddenly, exclaiming in disbelief at the same time--

This diagonal kick, shortly after flying over the net, seemed to be drawn by an inexplicable force. It turned an arc in mid-air and flew towards Bai Yifan’s racket. !,, ..