The Prince of Tennis Perfect Tennis

And this situation can only cause one result that is 6-0.

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Chapter 8 No Two (Part 1)

From start to finish, the white youth never won even one point from Wei Yilin's hands. The game was over in just ten minutes.

The white youth sighed for a long time. At this moment, he was already sweating profusely. Although he lost the game, he was a lot easier, because he no longer had to experience the horrible pressure of facing Wei Yilin.

"Wei Yilin advances to the next round!"

The referee announced loudly, and then a staff member came forward to tell Wei Yilin that he could go back and wait for the next game.

"Oh!" Wei Yilin nodded lightly and walked towards the hotel with a yawn. To be honest, he almost fell asleep during the game just now, which is not an exaggeration.

In the next second and third rounds, Wei Yilin still crushed easily. Although the opponent's strength has increased a lot, it is still too weak for Wei Yilin!

I had no choice but to look forward to encountering a stronger opponent in the future, otherwise Wei Yilin would not be able to lift any energy.

In the fourth round of the game, when Wei Yilin saw his opponent, his eyes brightened a lot, because the opponent in this game was completely different from the first three games. He was a black man, full of confidence and confidence. His temperament and his eyes were very calm, and his whole body showed a totally different style from Wei Yilin's opponents in the first three games.

And you must know that there are only 128 players left to participate in the World Cup in this round, which means that the remaining one hundred and twenty-eight players should also be ranked first in the world. About a hundred and twenty-eight, of course there will be errors, but it is almost like this in truth, and the top 128 tennis players in the professional circle may be weak?Naturally unlikely.

"It's kind of interesting!" Wei Yilin secretly said in his heart, and the referee has signaled that Wei Yilin can start serving.

"Let me see if you look so strong!" Wei Yilin grinned and raised some spirits. At the same time, when the tennis ball was thrown, a standard textbook-like throwing serve came out of his hand, and , This time the serving guard Yilin did a bit of strength.

Suddenly the tennis ball fell towards the black man on the opposite side like a cannonball, and the speed of the ball had reached a speed of 200 kilometers.

Facing such a ball, the black expression shrank, his eyes were full of excitement, and his footsteps immediately moved. In a short time, he came to the spot of the tennis ball and was ready to receive the ball.

"boom--!!!"

There was a crisp sound of hitting the ball, and the black tennis racket hit the tennis ball hard, hitting the tennis back easily.

"It's not bad!" Wei Yilin said in secret, and the tennis racket in his hand was waved, but his strength increased again.

In the subsequent games, Wei Yilin slowly tested the strength of the blacks. Compared with the outstanding tennis players in the U17 game, he was not bad at all, and even stronger in spirit and will. He tried his best for every ball. Then, on the tennis court, fully radiate their passion for tennis.

"A respectable opponent, it's just that such strength is no longer my opponent!" Wei Yilin sighed in his heart. The strength of a black tennis player just made him take it seriously, and the result was still crushed.

"The game is over! Wei Yilin wins!"

With a gentle handshake, the black tennis player looked at Wei Yilin and admired sincerely: "Your strength is unimaginable! It is hard to imagine that you have such strength at your age. I am convinced that I lose, you are a genius. !"

"I'm not a genius!" Wei Yilin replied with a smile: "This is a fierce game. I am very happy to have a happy game with you."

"Yes, I played this game very happily! Thank you!" The black said sincerely, and then turned and left the field without any regrets on his face, or he knew that it was difficult to go further with his strength.

"A respectable opponent!" Wei Yilin commented in his heart, and was also preparing to leave.

At this time, a familiar voice rang.

"Lin Jun!"

Looking at the familiar smile, Wei Yilin also smiled: "Why are you here?"

"Just now my game just ended, I saw you coming." Buer said.

"That's it!" Wei Yilin nodded and said, "How about the game?"

"Won, the opponent I met today is very strong. Winning is very reluctant." Fuji said with a smile: "Want to have a meal together?"

"Okay!" Wei Yilin nodded. Now that he has met, he will naturally not refuse such a request.

At the dinner table, Buer said while eating, "A Lin, I know my strength is not too strong in this arena, but I will try my best to enter the knockout round. I really hope to be able to Have a good fight with you in this arena!"

"As long as you work hard, everything is possible, isn't it?" Wei Yilin smiled and encouraged: "Maybe we won't be able to meet it soon! I won't be merciful then, Zhou Zhu."

"That's exactly my wish." Fuji said seriously.

After dinner, the two said goodbye to each other.

The next day, the final round of the qualifiers began. Those who can get here, unceremoniously said that none of them are minor roles.

Today, Wei Yilin came to the arena early, because I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the match of the best was actually before Wei Yilin’s match.

If you don't know, forget it. Now that you know, Wei Yilin naturally intends to come and cheer for Fuji.

"Come on! Bu Er." Wei Yilin shouted loudly. At this time, Bu Er had just stepped onto the field of the game.

"Lin Jun, thank you, I will work hard!" Buer took a deep breath and stood firmly on the playing field.

Today, his opponent is not a simple figure. His name is Rubin, who is ranked fiftyth in the world professional player rankings. He is absolutely powerful, and he is a force-oriented player. It can be said that he is unique. Rival.

"It's a bit difficult! Zhou Zhuo." Standing on the sidelines, Wei Yilin thought secretly that the 50th professionally ranked opponent, unceremoniously, said that even compared to the top tennis players on the U17 arena, he was not bad at all. Even stronger, but can he handle it?

Wei Yilin didn't know. The only thing he can do now is to look forward to the best performance. Of course, Wei Yilin's heart hopes that he can win. After all, he is his friend.

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Chapter 9 No Two (Part Two)

However, it is not so easy for Bu Er to win. Needless to say, the opponent's strong strength, and what worries Wei Yilin even more is that Bu Er’s opponent is clearly marked in red on the data: He has a violent personality and has injured his opponent many times in the arena.

In other words, Fuji may be injured in this game because of his opponent's violent character!

"Hello, Bu Er Zhou help!" Bu Er uttered clear English and reached out his hand in a friendly manner. He didn't know whether he knew Rubin's information.

Upon seeing this, Rubin turned a blind eye to Fu's friendliness. Instead, he looked at Fu'er with interest, the corner of his mouth twitched, and a cold smile appeared on his face, saying, "Oh? Age? Very young! Didn’t you just go to elementary school? Little devil, why did you come here to play? This is not a place where elementary school students can play. Don’t cry and find your mother later! Hahahahaha!"

Arrogant provocations, contemptuous words, there is no doubt that Rubin did not pay attention to Fu Er at all, on the one hand because of his confidence in his own strength, and on the other hand because Fu Er's age really made him feel despised .

Hearing this, Fuer silently retracted his right hand, squinted his eyes, and looked at Rubin in front of him, but he didn't say much, but turned and returned to the serve point.

"I'm a little angry! Zhou Zhu, this guy." Standing on the sidelines watching this scene, Wei Yilin secretly said in his heart that the way Fuji was just now was a sign of his anger, and what he was going to do next was definitely an intense confrontation.

"The start of the game, the first game, no two weeks to help serve!"

The referee announced loudly, and the other was to take the tennis ball handed by the caddie.

"Bang—Boom—"

He gently bounced the tennis ball on the ground twice, and held it in his hand heavily. He looked at Rubin who was looking relaxed on the opposite side. Suddenly, with a throw of his left hand, the tennis ball flew into the air.