"Wow!"

There was a murmur of exclamation around the training ground, and the emotions of exclamation and excitement were violently tumbling amidst the exchange of glances.

Not only because of the way this round ended, but also because of Gao Wen's self-confidence in every gesture, restrained and low-key but still sharp—

The last blow was purely an ability ball, a perfect collision of skill and strength.

But on the court, the Bruins players were not too excited.

There is no need to make a fuss. When players reach the level of the NCAA, or even less than the challenge level, they are often able to hit one or two amazing fairy balls, which is not worthy of praise, because there is more or less luck behind it, unless the fairy **** can be clustered to be the real ability.

For the players, what they really notice is the control they have at their fingertips. The constantly changing batting techniques continue to break the rhythm of the round.

The background is evident.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Macdonald gasped for breath.

His stomach was still churning, with bursts of sour water pouring up, as if he might vomit again at any moment; not only his knees, but also his fingertips began to tremble slightly, his whole body was so sore that he couldn't pinpoint which part was sore, he suddenly felt uncomfortable all over his body, and his whole body was not right.

Some overdraw.

But it's unbelievable to say it out. On the contrary, McDonald felt that he had faintly found his state in this round just now.

Is this reasonable?

With his chest heaving violently like a bellows, Macdonald supported his body with his racket and looked up at the guy across the court.

Gao Wen didn't say anything more, but picked up a tennis ball again, and signaled:

"Another round?"

call!

MacDonald let out a heavy breath, bent down to tidy up the laces and tongues of the sneakers, and responded directly with actions without opening his mouth.

He returned to the baseline position again, holding the racket with both hands, ready to hit the ball.

"Game", round two, start—

Back and forth.

You push me to block.

Pull back and forth.

The whole round of batting presents a fantastic situation:

Macdonald is hitting the ball with all his strength, focusing on power and speed, and he can feel the hunting wind every time he swings his racket.

Gao Wen is fully controlling the ball, focusing on rotation and landing, and controlling the landing in the package of leveraging strength, showing top-level ball control.

On one side, thunderous thunderbolts continued, wave after wave.

On one side, understatement, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, control the overall situation with four or two moves.

The same court, two styles and two states, launched a head-on confrontation.

Of course, the strength gap between the two players is far less exaggerated than it seems—

On the one hand, MacDonald took care of Gao Wen. He knew that Gao Wen was just warming up and relaxing. There was no need to be too serious. He should focus more on himself. Naturally, returning the ball was not a deadly fighting style, which also gave Gao Wen more room for control.

On the other hand, Macdonald's exhausted physical energy may not be able to achieve the best effect every time when he uses his pat force. After the vigorous confrontation of the first three pats, he will soon fall into a physical vortex. In order to ensure the quality of subsequent returns, he will sacrifice change.

In this way, the present situation has been achieved.

However, I still have to admit that the tricks you come and go are really enjoyable.

- "Ugh!"

With the ball in front of him, Macdonald made a sudden stop and turned again, a roar erupted from the depths of his dantian, and he kicked the ground and sprinted with all his strength.

Across the audience.

In fact, Gao Wen's control of the shot changed again. He used his wrist strength to lightly flick the ball. Instead of hitting the ball flat, he raised the ball high and high, aiming at the big triangle on the bottom line of McDonald's forehand. The arc was high and the speed was slow.

But Macdonald was very, very very embarrassed.

His lungs were burning, his knees were trembling, his muscles were exploding, his mind was buzzing, and the surging **** breath seemed about to explode.

At this moment, my mind was blank, I was just running on my instincts, and finally returned from the backhand position to the forehand position, but the hitting point was already above the top of the head, and the parabola that Gao Wen picked out was deep and turning, and the rotation after landing and rebounding was completely released, like a rocket soaring into the sky.

Macdonald couldn't swing his racket at all, and finally he could only stretch out his hand in front of the top of his head—

bumped into!

But there is no control at all, and you can even feel the tennis ball squeezing the racket.

In the next second, the tennis ball shot out into the sky like an anti-aircraft gun.

"ah!"

Macdonald let out a depressing roar, but this time, he didn't feel oppressed and clumsy. Instead, he released all the muddy and chaotic negative emotions, and he roared again uncontrollably.

"ah!"

Shouting and shouting, the corners of Macdonald's mouth rose slightly, and it was smooth and comfortable. The hearty feeling rose from the soles of the feet all the way to the top of the head. His body bent like a shrimp, and he supported his knees with his hands and elbows, barely standing upright, trembling.

Then, MacDonald looked at Gao Wen on the opposite side of the court, expressing his protest and complaint with his eyes.

"game…"

"The game is not played like this...you...you don't talk about martial arts!"

As he spoke, MacDonald himself didn't realize that a smile welled up from his eyes, he was panting while wiping his sweat, and looked at Gawain with bright eyes.

Gawain spread his hands, "Isn't this how Tom and Jerry play?"

One second, two seconds—

boom!

There was laughter all around, thinking about it carefully, Gao Wen's description is really lifelike, the whole picture is simply amazing!

MacDonald didn't know how to respond, and stood there with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently, with a helpless expression on his face.

After thinking for a while, Macdonald raised a finger towards Gawain, the one in the middle of his left hand.

ha!

The laughter became more lively, even Martin in the stands was no exception.

Especially after seeing the innocent expression on Gao Wen's face, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

Whether it was training or games, Gao Wen and Macdonald did not continue. Seeing that Macdonald's calves were trembling, he was almost going to cramp, and it was very difficult for him to even keep standing.

However, the training ground was not free, and two young players came on the field immediately, ready to take over.

Seeing them whispering and exchanging a few words, and the brows brimming with excitement, Martin shook his head slightly and showed a smile.

"These guys."

It is obvious at a glance that they are going to imitate Gao Wen, but only after they have tried it will they know that Gao Wen's gestures seem easy, but in fact they need strong control and delicate touch, and the difficulty is far beyond imagination.

Martin also didn't open his mouth to discourage the enthusiasm of these young people, let them really feel the gap.

- "Ugh!"

With the ball in front of him, Macdonald made a sudden stop and turned again, a roar erupted from the depths of his dantian, and he kicked the ground and sprinted with all his strength.

Across the audience.

In fact, Gao Wen's control of the shot changed again. He used his wrist strength to lightly flick the ball. Instead of hitting the ball flat, he raised the ball high and high, aiming at the big triangle on the bottom line of McDonald's forehand. The arc was high and the speed was slow.

But Macdonald was very, very very embarrassed.

His lungs were burning, his knees were trembling, his muscles were exploding, his mind was buzzing, and the surging **** breath seemed about to explode.

At this moment, my mind was blank, I was just running on my instincts, and finally returned from the backhand position to the forehand position, but the hitting point was already above the top of the head, and the parabola that Gao Wen picked out was deep and turning, and the rotation after landing and rebounding was completely released, like a rocket soaring into the sky.

Macdonald couldn't swing his racket at all, and finally he could only stretch out his hand in front of the top of his head—

bumped into!

But there is no control at all, and you can even feel the tennis ball squeezing the racket.

In the next second, the tennis ball shot out into the sky like an anti-aircraft gun.

"ah!"

Macdonald let out a depressing roar, but this time, he didn't feel oppressed and clumsy. Instead, he released all the muddy and chaotic negative emotions, and he roared again uncontrollably.

"ah!"

Shouting and shouting, the corners of Macdonald's mouth rose slightly, and it was smooth and comfortable. The hearty feeling rose from the soles of the feet all the way to the top of the head. His body bent like a shrimp, and he supported his knees with his hands and elbows, barely standing upright, trembling.

Then, MacDonald looked at Gao Wen on the opposite side of the court, expressing his protest and complaint with his eyes.

"game…"

"The game is not played like this...you...you don't talk about martial arts!"

As he spoke, MacDonald himself didn't realize that a smile welled up from his eyes, he was panting while wiping his sweat, and looked at Gawain with bright eyes.

Gawain spread his hands, "Isn't this how Tom and Jerry play?"

One second, two seconds—

boom!

There was laughter all around, thinking about it carefully, Gao Wen's description is really lifelike, the whole picture is simply amazing!

MacDonald didn't know how to respond, and stood there with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently, with a helpless expression on his face.

After thinking for a while, Macdonald raised a finger towards Gawain, the one in the middle of his left hand.

ha!

The laughter became more lively, even Martin in the stands was no exception.

Especially after seeing the innocent expression on Gao Wen's face, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

Whether it was training or games, Gao Wen and Macdonald did not continue. Seeing that Macdonald's calves were trembling, he was almost going to cramp, and it was very difficult for him to even keep standing.

However, the training ground was not free, and two young players came on the field immediately, ready to take over.

Seeing them whispering and exchanging a few words, and the brows brimming with excitement, Martin shook his head slightly and showed a smile.

"These guys."

It is obvious at a glance that they are going to imitate Gao Wen, but only after they have tried it will they know that Gao Wen's gestures seem easy, but in fact they need strong control and delicate touch, and the difficulty is far beyond imagination.

Martin also didn't open his mouth to discourage the enthusiasm of these young people, let them really feel the gap.

- "Ugh!"

With the ball in front of him, Macdonald made a sudden stop and turned again, a roar erupted from the depths of his dantian, and he kicked the ground and sprinted with all his strength.

Across the audience.

In fact, Gao Wen's control of the shot changed again. He used his wrist strength to lightly flick the ball. Instead of hitting the ball flat, he raised the ball high and high, aiming at the big triangle on the bottom line of McDonald's forehand. The arc was high and the speed was slow.

But Macdonald was very, very very embarrassed.

His lungs were burning, his knees were trembling, his muscles were exploding, his mind was buzzing, and the surging **** breath seemed about to explode.

At this moment, my mind was blank, I was just running on my instincts, and finally returned from the backhand position to the forehand position, but the hitting point was already above the top of the head, and the parabola that Gao Wen picked out was deep and turning, and the rotation after landing and rebounding was completely released, like a rocket soaring into the sky.

Macdonald couldn't swing his racket at all, and finally he could only stretch out his hand in front of the top of his head—

bumped into!

But there is no control at all, and you can even feel the tennis ball squeezing the racket.

In the next second, the tennis ball shot out into the sky like an anti-aircraft gun.

"ah!"

Macdonald let out a depressing roar, but this time, he didn't feel oppressed and clumsy. Instead, he released all the muddy and chaotic negative emotions, and he roared again uncontrollably.

"ah!"

Shouting and shouting, the corners of Macdonald's mouth rose slightly, and it was smooth and comfortable. The hearty feeling rose from the soles of the feet all the way to the top of the head. His body bent like a shrimp, and he supported his knees with his hands and elbows, barely standing upright, trembling.

Then, MacDonald looked at Gao Wen on the opposite side of the court, expressing his protest and complaint with his eyes.

"game…"

"The game is not played like this...you...you don't talk about martial arts!"

As he spoke, MacDonald himself didn't realize that a smile welled up from his eyes, he was panting while wiping his sweat, and looked at Gawain with bright eyes.

Gawain spread his hands, "Isn't this how Tom and Jerry play?"

One second, two seconds—

boom!

There was laughter all around, thinking about it carefully, Gao Wen's description is really lifelike, the whole picture is simply amazing!

MacDonald didn't know how to respond, and stood there with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently, with a helpless expression on his face.

After thinking for a while, Macdonald raised a finger towards Gawain, the one in the middle of his left hand.

ha!

The laughter became more lively, even Martin in the stands was no exception.

Especially after seeing the innocent expression on Gao Wen's face, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

Whether it was training or games, Gao Wen and Macdonald did not continue. Seeing that Macdonald's calves were trembling, he was almost going to cramp, and it was very difficult for him to even keep standing.

However, the training ground was not free, and two young players came on the field immediately, ready to take over.

Seeing them whispering and exchanging a few words, and the brows brimming with excitement, Martin shook his head slightly and showed a smile.

"These guys."

It is obvious at a glance that they are going to imitate Gao Wen, but only after they have tried it will they know that Gao Wen's gestures seem easy, but in fact they need strong control and delicate touch, and the difficulty is far beyond imagination.

Martin also didn't open his mouth to discourage the enthusiasm of these young people, let them really feel the gap.

- "Ugh!"

With the ball in front of him, Macdonald made a sudden stop and turned again, a roar erupted from the depths of his dantian, and he kicked the ground and sprinted with all his strength.

Across the audience.

In fact, Gao Wen's control of the shot changed again. He used his wrist strength to lightly flick the ball. Instead of hitting the ball flat, he raised the ball high and high, aiming at the big triangle on the bottom line of McDonald's forehand. The arc was high and the speed was slow.

But Macdonald was very, very very embarrassed.

His lungs were burning, his knees were trembling, his muscles were exploding, his mind was buzzing, and the surging **** breath seemed about to explode.

At this moment, my mind was blank, I was just running on my instincts, and finally returned from the backhand position to the forehand position, but the hitting point was already above the top of the head, and the parabola that Gao Wen picked out was deep and turning, and the rotation after landing and rebounding was completely released, like a rocket soaring into the sky.

Macdonald couldn't swing his racket at all, and finally he could only stretch out his hand in front of the top of his head—

bumped into!

But there is no control at all, and you can even feel the tennis ball squeezing the racket.

In the next second, the tennis ball shot out into the sky like an anti-aircraft gun.

"ah!"

Macdonald let out a depressing roar, but this time, he didn't feel oppressed and clumsy. Instead, he released all the muddy and chaotic negative emotions, and he roared again uncontrollably.

"ah!"

Shouting and shouting, the corners of Macdonald's mouth rose slightly, and it was smooth and comfortable. The hearty feeling rose from the soles of the feet all the way to the top of the head. His body bent like a shrimp, and he supported his knees with his hands and elbows, barely standing upright, trembling.

Then, MacDonald looked at Gao Wen on the opposite side of the court, expressing his protest and complaint with his eyes.

"game…"

"The game is not played like this...you...you don't talk about martial arts!"

As he spoke, MacDonald himself didn't realize that a smile welled up from his eyes, he was panting while wiping his sweat, and looked at Gawain with bright eyes.

Gawain spread his hands, "Isn't this how Tom and Jerry play?"

One second, two seconds—

boom!

There was laughter all around, thinking about it carefully, Gao Wen's description is really lifelike, the whole picture is simply amazing!

MacDonald didn't know how to respond, and stood there with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently, with a helpless expression on his face.

After thinking for a while, Macdonald raised a finger towards Gawain, the one in the middle of his left hand.

ha!

The laughter became more lively, even Martin in the stands was no exception.

Especially after seeing the innocent expression on Gao Wen's face, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

Whether it was training or games, Gao Wen and Macdonald did not continue. Seeing that Macdonald's calves were trembling, he was almost going to cramp, and it was very difficult for him to even keep standing.

However, the training ground was not free, and two young players came on the field immediately, ready to take over.

Seeing them whispering and exchanging a few words, and the brows brimming with excitement, Martin shook his head slightly and showed a smile.

"These guys."

It is obvious at a glance that they are going to imitate Gao Wen, but only after they have tried it will they know that Gao Wen's gestures seem easy, but in fact they need strong control and delicate touch, and the difficulty is far beyond imagination.

Martin also didn't open his mouth to discourage the enthusiasm of these young people, let them really feel the gap.

- "Ugh!"

With the ball in front of him, Macdonald made a sudden stop and turned again, a roar erupted from the depths of his dantian, and he kicked the ground and sprinted with all his strength.

Across the audience.

In fact, Gao Wen's control of the shot changed again. He used his wrist strength to lightly flick the ball. Instead of hitting the ball flat, he raised the ball high and high, aiming at the big triangle on the bottom line of McDonald's forehand. The arc was high and the speed was slow.

But Macdonald was very, very very embarrassed.

His lungs were burning, his knees were trembling, his muscles were exploding, his mind was buzzing, and the surging **** breath seemed about to explode.

At this moment, my mind was blank, I was just running on my instincts, and finally returned from the backhand position to the forehand position, but the hitting point was already above the top of the head, and the parabola that Gao Wen picked out was deep and turning, and the rotation after landing and rebounding was completely released, like a rocket soaring into the sky.

Macdonald couldn't swing his racket at all, and finally he could only stretch out his hand in front of the top of his head—

bumped into!

But there is no control at all, and you can even feel the tennis ball squeezing the racket.

In the next second, the tennis ball shot out into the sky like an anti-aircraft gun.

"ah!"

Macdonald let out a depressing roar, but this time, he didn't feel oppressed and clumsy. Instead, he released all the muddy and chaotic negative emotions, and he roared again uncontrollably.

"ah!"

Shouting and shouting, the corners of Macdonald's mouth rose slightly, and it was smooth and comfortable. The hearty feeling rose from the soles of the feet all the way to the top of the head. His body bent like a shrimp, and he supported his knees with his hands and elbows, barely standing upright, trembling.

Then, MacDonald looked at Gao Wen on the opposite side of the court, expressing his protest and complaint with his eyes.

"game…"

"The game is not played like this...you...you don't talk about martial arts!"

As he spoke, MacDonald himself didn't realize that a smile welled up from his eyes, he was panting while wiping his sweat, and looked at Gawain with bright eyes.

Gawain spread his hands, "Isn't this how Tom and Jerry play?"

One second, two seconds—

boom!

There was laughter all around, thinking about it carefully, Gao Wen's description is really lifelike, the whole picture is simply amazing!

MacDonald didn't know how to respond, and stood there with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently, with a helpless expression on his face.

After thinking for a while, Macdonald raised a finger towards Gawain, the one in the middle of his left hand.

ha!

The laughter became more lively, even Martin in the stands was no exception.

Especially after seeing the innocent expression on Gao Wen's face, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

Whether it was training or games, Gao Wen and Macdonald did not continue. Seeing that Macdonald's calves were trembling, he was almost going to cramp, and it was very difficult for him to even keep standing.

However, the training ground was not free, and two young players came on the field immediately, ready to take over.

Seeing them whispering and exchanging a few words, and the brows brimming with excitement, Martin shook his head slightly and showed a smile.

"These guys."

It is obvious at a glance that they are going to imitate Gao Wen, but only after they have tried it will they know that Gao Wen's gestures seem easy, but in fact they need strong control and delicate touch, and the difficulty is far beyond imagination.

Martin also didn't open his mouth to discourage the enthusiasm of these young people, let them really feel the gap.

- "Ugh!"

With the ball in front of him, Macdonald made a sudden stop and turned again, a roar erupted from the depths of his dantian, and he kicked the ground and sprinted with all his strength.

Across the audience.

In fact, Gao Wen's control of the shot changed again. He used his wrist strength to lightly flick the ball. Instead of hitting the ball flat, he raised the ball high and high, aiming at the big triangle on the bottom line of McDonald's forehand. The arc was high and the speed was slow.

But Macdonald was very, very very embarrassed.

His lungs were burning, his knees were trembling, his muscles were exploding, his mind was buzzing, and the surging **** breath seemed about to explode.

At this moment, my mind was blank, I was just running on my instincts, and finally returned from the backhand position to the forehand position, but the hitting point was already above the top of the head, and the parabola that Gao Wen picked out was deep and turning, and the rotation after landing and rebounding was completely released, like a rocket soaring into the sky.

Macdonald couldn't swing his racket at all, and finally he could only stretch out his hand in front of the top of his head—

bumped into!

But there is no control at all, and you can even feel the tennis ball squeezing the racket.

In the next second, the tennis ball shot out into the sky like an anti-aircraft gun.

"ah!"

Macdonald let out a depressing roar, but this time, he didn't feel oppressed and clumsy. Instead, he released all the muddy and chaotic negative emotions, and he roared again uncontrollably.

"ah!"

Shouting and shouting, the corners of Macdonald's mouth rose slightly, and it was smooth and comfortable. The hearty feeling rose from the soles of the feet all the way to the top of the head. His body bent like a shrimp, and he supported his knees with his hands and elbows, barely standing upright, trembling.

Then, MacDonald looked at Gao Wen on the opposite side of the court, expressing his protest and complaint with his eyes.

"game…"

"The game is not played like this...you...you don't talk about martial arts!"

As he spoke, MacDonald himself didn't realize that a smile welled up from his eyes, he was panting while wiping his sweat, and looked at Gawain with bright eyes.

Gawain spread his hands, "Isn't this how Tom and Jerry play?"

One second, two seconds—

boom!

There was laughter all around, thinking about it carefully, Gao Wen's description is really lifelike, the whole picture is simply amazing!

MacDonald didn't know how to respond, and stood there with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently, with a helpless expression on his face.

After thinking for a while, Macdonald raised a finger towards Gawain, the one in the middle of his left hand.

ha!

The laughter became more lively, even Martin in the stands was no exception.

Especially after seeing the innocent expression on Gao Wen's face, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

Whether it was training or games, Gao Wen and Macdonald did not continue. Seeing that Macdonald's calves were trembling, he was almost going to cramp, and it was very difficult for him to even keep standing.

However, the training ground was not free, and two young players came on the field immediately, ready to take over.

Seeing them whispering and exchanging a few words, and the brows brimming with excitement, Martin shook his head slightly and showed a smile.

"These guys."

It is obvious at a glance that they are going to imitate Gao Wen, but only after they have tried it will they know that Gao Wen's gestures seem easy, but in fact they need strong control and delicate touch, and the difficulty is far beyond imagination.

Martin also didn't open his mouth to discourage the enthusiasm of these young people, let them really feel the gap.

- "Ugh!"

With the ball in front of him, Macdonald made a sudden stop and turned again, a roar erupted from the depths of his dantian, and he kicked the ground and sprinted with all his strength.

Across the audience.

In fact, Gao Wen's control of the shot changed again. He used his wrist strength to lightly flick the ball. Instead of hitting the ball flat, he raised the ball high and high, aiming at the big triangle on the bottom line of McDonald's forehand. The arc was high and the speed was slow.

But Macdonald was very, very very embarrassed.

His lungs were burning, his knees were trembling, his muscles were exploding, his mind was buzzing, and the surging **** breath seemed about to explode.

At this moment, my mind was blank, I was just running on my instincts, and finally returned from the backhand position to the forehand position, but the hitting point was already above the top of the head, and the parabola that Gao Wen picked out was deep and turning, and the rotation after landing and rebounding was completely released, like a rocket soaring into the sky.

Macdonald couldn't swing his racket at all, and finally he could only stretch out his hand in front of the top of his head—

bumped into!

But there is no control at all, and you can even feel the tennis ball squeezing the racket.

In the next second, the tennis ball shot out into the sky like an anti-aircraft gun.

"ah!"

Macdonald let out a depressing roar, but this time, he didn't feel oppressed and clumsy. Instead, he released all the muddy and chaotic negative emotions, and he roared again uncontrollably.

"ah!"

Shouting and shouting, the corners of Macdonald's mouth rose slightly, and it was smooth and comfortable. The hearty feeling rose from the soles of the feet all the way to the top of the head. His body bent like a shrimp, and he supported his knees with his hands and elbows, barely standing upright, trembling.

Then, MacDonald looked at Gao Wen on the opposite side of the court, expressing his protest and complaint with his eyes.

"game…"

"The game is not played like this...you...you don't talk about martial arts!"

As he spoke, MacDonald himself didn't realize that a smile welled up from his eyes, he was panting while wiping his sweat, and looked at Gawain with bright eyes.

Gawain spread his hands, "Isn't this how Tom and Jerry play?"

One second, two seconds—

boom!

There was laughter all around, thinking about it carefully, Gao Wen's description is really lifelike, the whole picture is simply amazing!

MacDonald didn't know how to respond, and stood there with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently, with a helpless expression on his face.

After thinking for a while, Macdonald raised a finger towards Gawain, the one in the middle of his left hand.

ha!

The laughter became more lively, even Martin in the stands was no exception.

Especially after seeing the innocent expression on Gao Wen's face, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

Whether it was training or games, Gao Wen and Macdonald did not continue. Seeing that Macdonald's calves were trembling, he was almost going to cramp, and it was very difficult for him to even keep standing.

However, the training ground was not free, and two young players came on the field immediately, ready to take over.

Seeing them whispering and exchanging a few words, and the brows brimming with excitement, Martin shook his head slightly and showed a smile.

"These guys."

It is obvious at a glance that they are going to imitate Gao Wen, but only after they have tried it will they know that Gao Wen's gestures seem easy, but in fact they need strong control and delicate touch, and the difficulty is far beyond imagination.

Martin also didn't open his mouth to discourage the enthusiasm of these young people, let them really feel the gap.

- "Ugh!"

With the ball in front of him, Macdonald made a sudden stop and turned again, a roar erupted from the depths of his dantian, and he kicked the ground and sprinted with all his strength.

Across the audience.

In fact, Gao Wen's control of the shot changed again. He used his wrist strength to lightly flick the ball. Instead of hitting the ball flat, he raised the ball high and high, aiming at the big triangle on the bottom line of McDonald's forehand. The arc was high and the speed was slow.

But Macdonald was very, very very embarrassed.

His lungs were burning, his knees were trembling, his muscles were exploding, his mind was buzzing, and the surging **** breath seemed about to explode.

At this moment, my mind was blank, I was just running on my instincts, and finally returned from the backhand position to the forehand position, but the hitting point was already above the top of the head, and the parabola that Gao Wen picked out was deep and turning, and the rotation after landing and rebounding was completely released, like a rocket soaring into the sky.

Macdonald couldn't swing his racket at all, and finally he could only stretch out his hand in front of the top of his head—

bumped into!

But there is no control at all, and you can even feel the tennis ball squeezing the racket.

In the next second, the tennis ball shot out into the sky like an anti-aircraft gun.

"ah!"

Macdonald let out a depressing roar, but this time, he didn't feel oppressed and clumsy. Instead, he released all the muddy and chaotic negative emotions, and he roared again uncontrollably.

"ah!"

Shouting and shouting, the corners of Macdonald's mouth rose slightly, and it was smooth and comfortable. The hearty feeling rose from the soles of the feet all the way to the top of the head. His body bent like a shrimp, and he supported his knees with his hands and elbows, barely standing upright, trembling.

Then, MacDonald looked at Gao Wen on the opposite side of the court, expressing his protest and complaint with his eyes.

"game…"

"The game is not played like this...you...you don't talk about martial arts!"

As he spoke, MacDonald himself didn't realize that a smile welled up from his eyes, he was panting while wiping his sweat, and looked at Gawain with bright eyes.

Gawain spread his hands, "Isn't this how Tom and Jerry play?"

One second, two seconds—

boom!

There was laughter all around, thinking about it carefully, Gao Wen's description is really lifelike, the whole picture is simply amazing!

MacDonald didn't know how to respond, and stood there with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently, with a helpless expression on his face.

After thinking for a while, Macdonald raised a finger towards Gawain, the one in the middle of his left hand.

ha!

The laughter became more lively, even Martin in the stands was no exception.

Especially after seeing the innocent expression on Gao Wen's face, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

Whether it was training or games, Gao Wen and Macdonald did not continue. Seeing that Macdonald's calves were trembling, he was almost going to cramp, and it was very difficult for him to even keep standing.

However, the training ground was not free, and two young players came on the field immediately, ready to take over.

Seeing them whispering and exchanging a few words, and the brows brimming with excitement, Martin shook his head slightly and showed a smile.

"These guys."

It is obvious at a glance that they are going to imitate Gao Wen, but only after they have tried it will they know that Gao Wen's gestures seem easy, but in fact they need strong control and delicate touch, and the difficulty is far beyond imagination.

Martin also didn't open his mouth to discourage the enthusiasm of these young people, let them really feel the gap.