Almighty in the city

"Replay, pull back a little bit, yes, this is it!"

Just as Bai Yifan and Chen Fusheng attended the reception banquet arranged by Director Zhao, in a foreign guest villa in the Olympic Village, several middle-aged, blond and blue-eyed men were staring attentively at the frozen frame projected in front of them.

This is the scene of Bai Yifan playing with Sun Lingyue, and it is not known who secretly recorded it.

At this moment, in the frozen picture, it was the moment when Sun Lingyue pulled out a diagonal kick that suddenly turned strangely after crossing the net.

These middle-aged foreigners stared at the tennis ball in the picture, frowning.

"Continue playing at twelve times slower speed." One of them gave a voice.

It was a young Mi Jian who was controlling the projector.

Suddenly, in the projected picture, the tennis ball was turning at a very slow speed. It took a full half a minute to "fly" to the tennis racket that Bai Yifan had already posed. before.

"Stop!" another middle-aged foreigner shouted.

The picture was frozen again.

"Gro, do you see what's going on?" The middle-aged foreigner who stopped, looked at the only companion with brown-red hair among the few people.

"If you rule out the possibility of playing on tennis balls, installing new electronic equipment and driving devices." Gro closed his eyes, thinking about the twelve times slower trajectory of the ball in the picture just now, word by word. Said, "That is to use the spin of the tennis ball itself."

After a pause, he raised a hand, simulating the flight trajectory of the tennis ball in the picture just now in mid-air: "If you can predict the opponent's return motion and accurately calculate the opponent's return angle and strength, then , You can apply a rotation angle and strength to the tennis ball when you return the ball first."

As he said, he stood up slowly, and at the same time made a swing motion of hitting the ball: "As long as the calculation is accurate enough, the strongly rotating tennis ball will generate a large enough centripetal force in flight. Swing from side to side, and slowly shrink into a circle at the end—"

He pointed to the frozen projection screen at this time: "It's like being casted by magic, returning to the position that was calculated long ago."

"How is this possible!" As soon as his voice fell, one person raised questions. "Tennis flies so fast. From hitting to returning the ball, there is only a few seconds at most. It is necessary to judge the opponent's return method. , And calculate the opponent’s return angle and strength, and then apply enough spin on the tennis ball in advance when hitting the ball across the net. Is this something humans can do?"

"So—" Redhead Gro shrugged, "This is only a theoretically achievable skill—a godlike skill!"

"But this Chinese youth did it!" The head coach, who had never spoken, suddenly said, "A total of four serve, more than two hundred shots before and after! Every return of the ball is under his perfect control!"

"So—" The red-haired Gro shrugged again, "I think this is a pre-arranged show. Maybe it's those cunning Chinese people who specially prepared it for us."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the house immediately echoed and agreed.

"Yes, Chinese people like to play tricks and tricks. In ancient times, there was a military strategist named Zhuge Liang. When they were surrounded by the Wei army, he once sang about the empty city plan. The result was that the leader of the Wei army, Sima Yi, was bluffed and Wei Jun directly Retreat." A middle-aged foreigner coach who has a good understanding of Chinese culture said, "So, I have every reason to doubt, this—"

He pointed to the projection screen in front of him: "It is also an empty plan, just to fool us. It is best to scare the world famous like Federer and Nadal because they are afraid of losing to the Chinese people and dare not play, then it will make a lot of money. Up."

"It makes sense! The Huaxia people are too cunning and have to guard against it." Another coach agreed.

"In fact, there is a problem with the video itself." Grotto said again at this time, "Five days later, it will be the tennis match in the exchange meeting. It stands to reason that Sun Lingyue, the current No. 1 seed player of China, should not be too intense. For those who are training for the game, should an accident happen during this period of time and be injured, wouldn't China Huaxia lose a general in vain?"

The head coach of the joint coaching staff of the European and American delegations, after pondering for a moment, frowned and said: "So, it is China that deliberately asked people to sell this video to us, the purpose is to sing an empty plan and scare our top. Players do not play because they are afraid of losing, so as to create opportunities for them?"

"Eight or nine are not far from ten!" Gro pointed to the tennis ball in the picture with certainty, "This kind of skill is not something that humans can achieve, so the problem must lie with this ball."

"Cunning Chinese people!"

"Insidious Chinese people!"

There was a curse in the room.

"Okay." The head coach raised his hand and pressed his voice. "Since China has used the empty city plan, it means that their men's tennis team really can't draw any players who can compete with us. Everyone. Go to bed early today and start tomorrow. We will train players from all over the world to restore their competitive status. We must give China a big embarrassment for this exchange meeting!"

"Hehe, if they are unlucky in the draw and fail to draw their own person against their own in the first round, I guarantee that they will all be eliminated in the first round." Groo smiled confidently.

"What I am more looking forward to is Federer and the others, who will meet the Huaxia boy in the video." A coach from Switzerland laughed. "I have a proposal. When the time comes, I will video the game against the Huaxia boy. This video will be posted on the Internet and the news will let the whole world see the big jokes made by Huaxia people themselves!"

"Good idea!" Everyone raised their thumbs, "Want to scare us? Huaxia people really overestimate their IQ." ,,..