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University of Southern California, up and down, inside and out, from players to students, from coaches to teachers, everyone is looking forward to the rematch with UCLA. In order to climb to the top of the championship by stepping on the dead enemy's corpse.

Deep down in their hearts, they knew clearly that if they didn't face the Bruins in the final, the arch-enemy in the same city would probably say, "If we didn't beat us, the championship content like this is not enough, far from enough." Scattered stubbornly stubborn, that face is disgusting.

The only way to shut them up is to defeat the opponent in a head-on confrontation, and then completely cut off the noise of those stupid bears.

It is estimated that Hanfman is the only exception.

Every day, Huffman silently prays that someone can stop the Bruins in time so they won't have to fight again.

Because Hanfman knows the habits of Coach Smith, he often arranges matchups with opposing styles to seize the advantage from the tactical level.

In the regular season against the Shorts, he and Arkota; against the Hawks, he and Polanin; The Cavaliers also changed, and as a result, he played against Domyan, two powerful players.

According to this rule, if against the Bruins, Hanfman's match against Gao Wen is a high probability event.

Huffman really, really didn't want the nightmare to repeat itself.

The Hawks, however, lost -- Kerbert also lost two donuts; the Quickies, too -- and Arkota didn't have a chance the entire game.

Hanfman trembled.

The situation he least expected to see happened after all. It was really... wanting to cry without tears.

But looking at the high-spirited and passionate teammates, I couldn't express my inner fear and entanglement. I just roared and shouted with my teammates, clenched my fists and roared continuously, biting my handkerchief and weeping silently in the depths of my soul.

God, why did he treat him like this?

"Fight-On!"

This is the battle cry of the Trojans athletic team, short, powerful and impassioned. The semi-finals have just ended, and they can't wait to get ready to go to the final stage.

Hanfman also raised his arms and shouted along with his teammates.

"Continue fighting!"

"Continue fighting!"

Ambition surged in his chest.

However, after shouting the slogan, Hanfman still left the locker room silently, he wanted to be quiet.

In fact, to some extent, Hanfman has already prepared himself mentally.

After arriving in Athens, Hanfman has been the No. 1 singles for three consecutive games. He and Saramento are both ranked in the top ten in the United States, seventh and eighth respectively. The recent state is similar, but Coach Smith still hopes Hanfman is more impactful, playing momentum in the first singles position.

Therefore, Hanfman also knows the responsibility he shoulders, and won all three games—

In the last game against Domyan, he also saved three match points. In the tie-break of the second set, he won with a "12:10" small score reversal, and then made persistent efforts to complete the comeback in the third set.

But thinking of facing Gao Wen, Hanfman still lacked confidence after all.

Because Hanfman knew that power suppression was his only weapon, but it was already difficult for Gao Wen to suppress it now, and it seemed that he had been completely reborn in just two months.

To be honest, he wasn't sure.

Looking at the sky in Athens, Hanfman's eyes were a little melancholy.

"Yannick."

Someone behind him patted Hanfman on the shoulder, which made him startled. He turned his head like a frightened bird, and then saw Saramento's familiar face.

Hanfman realized his gaffe and quickly covered it up, but it was too late.

Saramento showed a smile, "Are you worried about tomorrow's game?"

Huffman didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't deny it.

There was a hint of understanding in Saramento's eyes, and he joked, "Remember this season, when we played away games in Westwood for the first time?"

Remember, why don't you remember?

At that time, the reporters surrounded them and tried their best to promote the upcoming Los Angeles city derby. Both Huffman and Saramento were full of confidence.

Among them, Saramento was even more arrogant and wanted to challenge Thompson. No one except Thompson looked down on him, and he was even humiliated because of Gao Wen's confrontation with himself.

But now?

"Do you believe it? That was only three months ago."

Hanfman was completely stunned by Saramento's words, showing a hint of embarrassment.

Saramento didn't tease Hanfman either, but went on to say.

"He's a formidable opponent, that's a fact, we don't need to deny it, but, Yannick, we're ready to win."

In fact, Saramento could see that Hanfman was struggling in his heart. He was not surprised, and he would not laugh at his teammates, because he himself stood on the other side of the net against Gao Wen twice, and he knew that Gao Wen What an excellent opponent.

There is no shame in being afraid. Sometimes, fear is also the best motivation for growth.

Saramento did not expose Hanfman's embarrassment, but said to himself, "Yannik, I will volunteer like the coach, and hope to be ranked first in singles against Gao Wen."

"If the guess is correct, they should arrange Gao Wen in the first singles."

Hanfman looked at the bright-eyed Saramento, and his troubled mood involuntarily settled down.

"thunder…"

Hanfman called out, but didn't know what to say, and Saramento was not ready to talk to Hanfman like a mother-in-law, but bumped into Hanfman's shoulder.

"This is the last team game of my college days, Nick Yang, I am going to commemorate my perfect college career with a victory and a championship. I will do my best, and you have to keep fighting!"

A simple sentence, but full of too many emotions, Hanfman's mood also tumbling:

Even if Saramento lost to Gao Wen twice in a row, he didn't lose confidence, so how could he show weakness? It was never his style to be timid before fighting.

Secretly, Hanfman also clenched his fists to cheer himself up, "I will also ask the coach for a challenge!"

But the trembling voice still leaked his true emotions.

Saramento raised his eyebrows, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "Are you sure?"

Huffman: …

As soon as he raised it in one breath, he was broken up.

Saramento laughed happily, which was far from his usual solitary and silent image, which made Hanfman scratch his head annoyedly, and then laughed.

No matter what, they are all ready to fight. The Trojans will never give up fighting, let alone facing the stupid bear, the deadly enemy in the same city?

The sky was full of sunset, and Saramento left the training ground and walked towards the hotel where he was staying, but he inadvertently heard the noise from another training ground, and Fu Zhi looked over spiritually.

Then, he could see Gao Wen who was recovering after jogging and training. His sweaty figure was covered with a layer of red, and his brows and eyes were full of vitality.

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