Almighty in the city

"Are you ready for both players?" The referee on duty raised his hand to signal that the game time was about to start. After seeing it, the auxiliary referee turned on the Hawkeye system installed around the court.

"The Hawkeye system is OK." After checking the Hawkeye system, the auxiliary referee sent a signal to the head referee on duty.

The referee nodded, raised his hand again, let Bai Yifan and Almagro enter the game court, and closed the passage of the rest area of ​​both sides.

"Who will guess the ball?" The referee looked at the two.

Bai Yifan smiled and did not speak. Almagro nodded when he saw it, and said in English: "Then I will come."

As a result of guessing the ball, Almagro got the right to serve in the first game, while Bai Yifan got the right to preferentially choose the venue.

However, Bai Yifan did not choose to exchange halftime, but went to the bottom line, indicating that the referee was ready.

The referee looked at Almagro, who also walked to the sideline and stood still, raising his hand to signal that he was also ready.

"One set will determine the outcome!" The referee raised his hand, "Almagro's serve!"

With his raised right hand falling, this game just announced the beginning.

"Wow! Handsome Bai puts on the uniform of the national team, and he is handsome again!" On the VIP seat in the stands, Xiao Qiu danced and shouted cheering for Bai Yifan, his eyes almost turned into stars again. .

"You're so handsome! It's so cool! Oh oh oh oh oh!" Chen Meijia jumped excitedly and waved her hands.

Lu Zi Qiaotian nodded shamelessly: "The local tyrant Bai was only a little more handsome than me, but now with the "God of War" of the national team, he is a little more handsome than me-no, turn back to me I have to ask him for a "God of War suit", this is a gold-level weapon that pretends to be a seduction!"

"The Spanish black charcoal has good luck, he actually guessed the ball." Zeng Xiaoxian curled his lips, "this referee is not professional at all. If I changed, the black charcoal head definitely couldn't guess the ball!"

"Who do you expect to win?" Guan Gu asked magically.

"Of course it's Old Bai, he's a superman!" Lu Zhanbo voted for Bai Yifan without even thinking about it.

"Old Bai." Eucalyptus is always so calm in this judgment. "After all, he is the current captain of the national team. He doesn't have enough strength to sit in this position."

"Lao Bai!" Lin Wanyu raised her hand, "There is no reason."

"Of course it's Elder Bai!" Fairy Qu fanned his hat, "Guan Gu, if you have seen Elder Bai's skills, you wouldn't ask such naive questions. The two are not rivals of the same grade at all? "

"Yifan Oppa is the best!" Lin Xier raised her hands. At this moment, she has a bit of freedom in the cockpit.

"Although I don't know who is stronger, if I want to support someone, I must choose a handsome white guy." Fan Xiaomei smiled, "Are you going to support that black-tanned foreigner?"

Xiao Guan nodded in agreement.

At this moment, on the court underneath, Almagro had already tossed the tennis ball high, and then made a swing like a racquet——

With a "pop", the yellow tennis ball turned into a yellow lightning in an instant, and it flew straight towards the half of the court where Bai Yifan was.

"So fast!" The audience who knew the ball applauded.

At this time, on the big screen on the other side of the court, the ball speed of this ball has been displayed——

Two hundred and twenty kilometers per hour!

This is the strength of a world-class tennis player. It was only the first serve, and it was only three kilometers per hour slower than the fastest serve record set by Zhang Chusheng a year ago in China.

So, as the game progresses, when Almagro's state is completely ignited, how fast will he serve?

At this moment, all the Chinese audience in the stands couldn't help but lift their hearts.

To be honest, they did not know the captain of the national team standing on the court at this time. Compared with Bai Yifan who suddenly emerged from a crack in the rock, they were more familiar with the three new generations of China: Sun Lingyue, Zhang Chusheng, and Cao Qian. Tennis leaders, even some newcomers and teenagers, are more familiar than this mysterious captain called "Bai Yifan" in their impression.

However, the next moment, when they saw Bai Yifan with a perfect forehand spin, the super-high-speed serve that reached a speed of 220 kilometers per hour returned easily, everyone couldn't help but scream. A "good shot".

Chen Meijia and Xiaoqiu were even more excited with their eyes full of stars, and they called and jumped there.

On the court, Almagro frowned slightly. He really did not expect that facing his ultra-high-speed serve of 220 skill per hour, his Chinese opponent could hit back so simply.

"It seems that this will be a protracted battle." He thought in his heart, and at the same time the small broken steps drove his body to rush to the tennis ground, giving himself a chance to return the ball.

Extend your arms, swing—

"No, how could the topspin of this ball be so strong?!" The moment the racket touched the tennis ball, Almagro's face changed suddenly.

The strength of this hit topspin even made him think of a person-"Cow Killer" Nadal!

With his swing, the tennis ball still managed to get back, but Almagro knew that the strength of the return and the impact of the ball were worse than what he initially predicted.

Moreover, it is much worse.

"It seems that I can only try to play a wave of volleys online." The moment he returned the ball, he ran forward quickly.

"Sure enough, I took the initiative to surf the Internet." Bai Yifan smiled slightly. He had already moved to the center of the half court. Then, facing the ball that was forced to hit back with a high ball, his feet jumped high and aimed at Almagro The handle of the racket made a strong smash.

With a "bang", the tennis ball crossed the net, knocked Almagro's racket, and bounced back to Bai Yifan's half of the court.

Bai Yifan took off again and took the second smash without hesitation.

The waltz to the disillusionment!,, ..