escape!

If possible, Bospithil would like to escape, but the remaining bit of shame stung his heart, so he still reacted instinctively.

Reach out and intercept.

Even though he was afraid, Pospihir still did not forget his job, his muscles responded instead of him, and he stretched out the racket subconsciously, even though his brain was screaming and cursing, even though his mind was filled with the sound of running away, the action of hitting the ball has also been done.

The knees were trembling slightly.

Tennis starts with the legs. If the feet are not stable, at least half of the hitting effect will be lost, and the basic support may not even be completed.

At this time, that's it.

Pospisil's racket stretched out and intercepted Gao Wen's hitting line, but...

There is no support and no strength.

The calf was shaking violently, and the knee couldn't even straighten.

In the eyes of onlookers, it is the most intuitive and objective. Pospisil's hand hitting the ball is erected, but the torso of the body is evading.

…So, is this a straight-talking thing?

It seems extremely long to describe, but in fact, the tennis ball has already hit the racket.

After all, Pospihir escaped, blocking the tennis ball with his racket to avoid the fear of being concentrated, but the effect was not satisfactory.

The wrist softened.

The tennis ball hits the racket dully, the force continues to squeeze the high-speed impact, and there is no imaginary reaction push, it hits the racket and continues to move forward until it is exhausted, and then rebounds again because of the reaction force of its own impact When I went back, I had no strength left.

call out.

Falling parabola.

The bounced tennis ball plummeted wearily, like a meteor falling into the earth, and hit the lower half of the net.

nothingness.

weak.

Gu Lulu rolled back to the bottom of Bospisil's feet again.

Just... that's it?

The whole audience was stunned and couldn't believe their eyes—

Such a wonderful and exciting, tense and high-energy score ended in such a vain way?

What... is this?

Not to mention the audience, even Sock and Dimitrov didn't react, they froze in place, their faces were full of astonishment, and they looked at each other.

However, Pospihir didn't have time to think about this, and there was only one thought in his mind:

narrow escape.

Then, after a while of fear, goosebumps instantly spread all over the corners of the body, and the knees trembled rapidly. After the tennis ball hit the racket hard, it seemed that all the strength of the calves was exhausted. As soon as the knees softened, the body fell crookedly and sat down.

Shake it!

Just a little bit, really close, and Percy Pischer's shorts were really going to get wet.

Plop plop puff...

The heart was beating wildly, almost bursting, filling the entire chest cavity, so that breathing became uncomfortable, and he couldn't breathe.

Whoops, whoops.

Bospisil gasped heavily, but found that he still couldn't capture much oxygen, and the fear of being late made his whole body start to shake.

"...Vasek?"

The call came from far and near, stirring up waves of echoes.

Bospithil raised his head blankly, barely refocused, and saw Thok's face vaguely.

Gulp.

Bospisil finally came back to his senses, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes were full of tears, and he was about to cry:

He, he is really too difficult, why is it always him who gets hurt?

But…

But!

One after another, Pospithil's brain began to work again, and then he felt caring gazes projected from all directions.

There were Gawain and Dimitrov, and there were audiences all over the stadium. The whole stadium was buzzing, and the heat wave seemed to be boiling.

What should he do?

Pospithil didn't think about whether he should stand up, point at Gawain's nose and yell at him, accusing Gawain of trying to murder him just now, or should he stand up calmly and pretend nothing happened, and look contemptuously at him. Gawain smiled to let him know that those threats could not intimidate him.

The former, or the latter?

Before he had time to sort out his thoughts, Bospisil heard the referee's questioning voice, "Vasek, is everything okay?"

A thrill!

Bospisil immediately realized that his embarrassment and weakness were exposed in front of everyone, so he straightened his back and stood up quickly.

"fine."

"I'm fine."

In order to emphasize that he was fine, Bospisil jumped twice to reassure the referee and Sock.

In fact, Bospisil's calf was trembling all the time, and his footsteps were slightly weak, feeling that he couldn't push the ground——

At this point just now, the close combat between you and me was too intense; moreover, you could feel the murderous aura and pressure on your face twice before and after. That kind of fear and stimulation really exceeded the range of heart load, so that breathing is a bit difficult now. rapid.

but!

cannot be seen.

Pospisil didn't dare to look at Gawain and Dimitrov—of course, he didn't want to, so he raised his racket pretending to be cool, gestured to the two people opposite him, and said that he was fine, then turned around and walked towards the bottom line. Freedom, the kind that wave your sleeves without taking away a single cloud.

It wasn't until he returned to the bottom line and wiped his sweat with a towel that Bospisil buried his cheek in the towel, took a deep breath, and took a deep breath again.

Tears were almost coming out of his eyes again, but Bospisil quickly covered his eyes with a towel to hide his embarrassment.

turn around.

Step up.

Pospihir is back on the bottom line —

etc.

It took many, many beats before Pospisil realized that something was wrong.

"6:5".

With the point just now, the Gao Wen team successfully broke serve for the first time in the audience, and they will serve to win the game, but before that, there is an inter-game break.

Therefore, Gawain and Dimitrov have already returned to the players' rest area; Sock was planning to go back, but seeing Pospisil foolishly walking towards the bottom line, calling a few words in a row could not stop his partner, he could only Standing on the field, hands on hips, patiently waiting.

It wasn't until Bospisil turned around and saw Sock that Sock spread his hands, "Between break, partner."

Pospisil wished he could dig a hole on the spot and get in.

Assuming that he is a pangolin, how long does it take him to dig a hole and get in? Is thirty seconds enough?

Miscellaneous thoughts surged in his mind~lightnovelpub.net~Bospisil lowered his head to meet Sock and returned to the players' rest area.

Sock thought for a while, but still asked, "Man, are you sure you're okay?"

Pospithil had many, many thoughts in his mind—

The embarrassment just now, the break, Gao Wen's active attack... etc., his head was about to explode.

Bospisil shook his head at Thok, "I just need to take a breath", and then he buried his head in the towel again, trying to find a moment of peace.

Next, Gao Wen's team won the game by serving. Pospihir needed to be calm and focused, otherwise the victory in the first set would be handed over.

But this is really not an easy task.

(end of this chapter)