Almighty in the city

Chapter 167 Mutual Lore

When the Will team gathered to discuss the tactical strategy of the team game tomorrow, the Huaxia team was in the box on the third floor of the sports center, eating hot pot with air-conditioning, and was so happy.

"I said Comrade Xiaobai--" Director Zhao has already been respected for Moutai for a round, and he has already brought some drunkenness at the moment, "What are your plans next time, can you breathe with us first? Today? In the afternoon, the No. 4 court of the Tennis Center was almost taken apart by the five thousand spectators."

"Hahahahaha!" When he heard him talk about it, there was a burst of laughter in the box.

"I was playing against a player of the Gaul team at the time. In the end, only two rounds were played. Various exclamations of exclamation sounded from the surrounding stands, which almost didn't scare me and the Gaul guy. Jump." Wang Hao said, patting the table.

His drinking capacity is obviously not in the same order of magnitude compared to his tennis level. After only two glasses of beer, he was already a bit tongue-tied.

In fact, the players of the national team, except for those who are born with a good amount of alcohol, do not drink much.

Wang Hao also lost to the Gauls in today's singles, and Bai Yifan's singles in the team match was rounded off again. There was no pressure to continue participating in the competition, so he drank two glasses of beer as an exception.

For example, Zhang Chusheng, Ye Nan, Li Feng and others who have competition tasks are all drinking herbal tea. They dare not eat beef and mutton when eating hot pot, because they are afraid of accidentally ruining their stomachs.

Bai Yifan also opened a can of herbal tea and drank it without a mouthful.

He had had dinner with Eucalyptus a long time ago, and when he returned to the sports center to go back to the villa to sleep, Chen Fusheng brought him a supper together.

The incident that he sent Kei Nishikori into the hospital this afternoon was still a bit loud.

Although there is Shen Jun, the seat of the General Administration of Sports, just dealing with various media interviews has already made Director Zhao and the others busy.

"Kei Nishikori's incident was just an accident." Bai Yifan smiled, of course he wouldn't tell the truth that Kei Nishikori is a master of neon Aikido martial arts.

If the neon organization knew that he had destroyed not only a tennis player, but also a master of national martial arts, then this matter might be a big issue.

As for Kei Nishikori and his smiling coach, or killer agent, he believes that these two people dare not vomit this matter.

The underground world also has the rules of the underlying world. Those who break the rules will never end well unless they have absolute strength.

Director Zhao picked up the small wine glass, took another sip, and spewed out a breath of alcohol: "Don’t be surprised! Don’t you know, all the puppies are crazy today, no matter how many things they are. I tried my best to drill into our sports center. How many security guards and cameras didn’t stop it—"

Bai Yifan was funny, nodded and said: "Don't worry, I promise, there will be no such accidents again."

"That's good! That's good!" Director Zhao held up the glass and motioned to him, "Come on, Xiaobai, I toast you. You will have the important task of team competition tomorrow. I hope you can sweep the Geely team like you do. I've also slapped those volcanoes! Horse, I am angry when I see foreigners now!"

"Hahahahaha!" There was another sound of laughter in the box.

Because we will be playing the second game of the team match tomorrow, we didn't eat late for this midnight snack, and everyone left after half past nine.

Chen Fusheng gave Bai Yifan a quiet hand when he walked out of the box.

Bai Yifan understood, smiled, and started again.

"Tomorrow Will Team, how are you going to play?" Chen Fusheng asked.

"S1 singles."

"Just one game?" Chen Fusheng's face suddenly showed a look of surprise, and most of the wine woke up in an instant.

"Well, one game is enough." Bai Yifan nodded and said, "If the will guys know the severity, that one is enough to make them give up the next game."

When Chen Fusheng heard this, his forehead suddenly sweated: "Didn't you say that there will be no more'accidents' like this afternoon?"

"I didn't say to send the S1 players of the Will team to the hospital." Bai Yifan laughed.

Chen Fusheng was relieved.

"I just want him to dare not touch the tennis racket anymore." However, his next second sentence surprised Chen Fusheng again.

"To be honest, what do you want to do?" Chen Fusheng asked a few tissues from the table, wiping the sweat of his forehead.

Bai Yifan shrugged and said with a smile: "I didn't want to do anything, I just planned to abolish the Ullielberg."

Chen Fusheng suddenly remembered the game that Bai Yifan and Sun Lingyue played on the night they first came to the sports center: "It's like dealing with Sun Lingyue?"

"No." Bai Yifan smiled innocently, "Sun Lingyue just lost his confidence and may never be able to improve his skills. That Ulliel Berg, I will make him fear tennis for a lifetime."

Chen Fusheng only felt that the sweat on his face seemed to be wiping more and more: "Can this kind of thing be done in a competition?"

"Of course, as long as he produces heavy YIPS." Bai Yifan stretched out, "It just so happens that I will have this kind of football skill-and maybe even more powerful than the person who created this skill. ."

"YIPS?!" Chen Fusheng was taken aback and wanted to ask again.

After Bai Yifan stretched his waist, he opened the door of the private room and walked out.

Looking at his fading back, Chen Fusheng took a deep breath: "In this world, is there really a tennis skill that can make professional players directly suffer from ubiquitous disease in the game?"

No words for a night.

At nine o'clock the next morning, both the China Team and the Will Team arrived at the sixth court of the Tennis Center early.

When seeing the tall and magnificent players of the Will team, Bai Yifan's gaze was on Ullilberg's body slightly.

There seems to be something unusual about Ullielberg today?,, ..