Chapter 837 Inside Five Fingers Mountain

"Focus! Tennessee, focus!"

"you can do it!"

"The one across the court, who's nothing, you can beat him. You can!"

"concentrated!"

"At least get a point first, you can always get a point, right? You can hit the ball, right? You don't forget how to hit the ball, do you?"

"It shouldn't be."

"You should crush him, you should crush him like an ant, you should crush him under your feet, you should know your ability!"

"He didn't even have one shot, and he got two shots a few times. How could he not be able to catch it? You should explode your energy and beat his second shot to death, hard!"

"Start from receiving the serve, first receive the serve! Then, step by step!"

Koginakis kept clenching his fists, cheering for himself, taking a deep breath, taking a deep breath again, regaining his confidence, and then returned to the bottom line.

Catch the ball accurately.

tread.

Tread.

Koginakis gently tiptoed and swayed his body, looking for his own rhythm.

Second District.

inner corner.

You've got it!

The calf muscles burst out with energy, and the body jumped out directly. The forehand made a small kick, and the forearm was whipped like a whip. The impact made the blood gurgling and boiling.

boom!

One top, one hit!

Exactly!

finally!

Koginakis finally found his touch on the fourth serve—

In fact, so far, in Gao Wen's serve game, the first serve has an average success rate, two first serves, two second serves, and the overall quality of the serve is average.

Just like Doha, the adjustment of the serving action has basically been completed, but it is still not fully adapted, and it is slightly unstable.

But Koginakis has been too impatient and eager, and has never received the serve well. Now facing the first serve, he finally received a high-quality return.

Whoosh.

The tennis ball turned into a light and shadow, and jumped out in the direction of the backslash.

pretty!

Koginakis aimed at the backhand position behind Gawain and suppressed it with all his strength. As long as the ball landed deep enough, Gao Wen, who had just served the ball, would not be able to stretch out his backhand. The backhand would be very difficult. To complete a complete shot, the best case is to barely block a shot.

As a result, Koginakis' footsteps immediately entered the bottom line—

Not on the net, but in the midfield area within the bottom line, forming oppression.

really!

Gao Wen was very, very embarrassed. He didn't have time to swing the backhand with both hands. He managed to block a shot under his feet. The arc of the tennis ball immediately rose high, and he could even see Gao Wen's appearance of unsteady center of gravity, taking small steps in succession. Adjust the center of gravity and try to defend in the midst of chaos.

Chance!

Koginakis had a firm gaze, adjusted his position in small steps, and approached little by little. He did not act too hastily, but waited for the tennis ball to hit the ground before hitting the ball—

This kind of hitting is more stable than the volley smash, and it is more suitable for exerting force.

Kick off! Turn!

Hammering!

ah!

This time, Koginakis' footsteps were completely steady, and the whole hitting action was done in one go, with full force. You could even see the tennis ball being compressed to the extreme and then released again. The strength and speed were pushed to the extreme in an instant.

Backslash, still backslash, repeated landings, turning the ball back, Koginakis aimed hard at Gawain's backhand and slammed the hammer hard.

Tennis balls, turned into bullets.

And what about across the field?

After adjusting the center of gravity in small steps, Gao Wen stared at Koginakis intently. From Koginakis's sideways movement, he could judge the hitting line.

One meal, one kick.

The body was already sprinting horizontally to the left, and the continuous small steps were fast and steady, with no intention of retreating at all, and backhanded with both hands to lead the shot early.

Turn! Send a shot!

Then you can see that the speed of Gao Wen's racket head has instantly increased to a new level, and the flexibility of the wrist completely wraps the tennis ball and pushes it quickly.

Leverage strength!

Although Koginakis exerted all his strength, he couldn't see Gao Wen's effort at all. He hit the ball lightly with both hands backhanding with a push and a send.

Fast as lightning!

boom!

The tennis ball rushed out with a faster and more vigorous attitude.

straight line!

Gao Wen, who had made accurate predictions in advance, put his feet in place in time, boldly and carefully pushed out a straight line, and spread his wings straight and straight along the sideline.

Defensive counterattack!

At this time, Koginakis was standing in his backhand position, and the entire right half of the court had been cleared, with a large space waiting for the attack.

Koginakis didn't even have time to kick the ground, nor did he have time to react, the tennis ball jumped out and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

What... what's going on?

The smile was stiff at the corner of Koginakis' mouth, and he was holding a winning point in his hand. How could the situation be reversed?

Returning serve, no problem.

Convergence offense, no problem.

Line selection, no problem.

Everything is fine, and the strength, speed, and landing point are all executed according to his own ideas, which can be called perfect. He already has an absolute advantage, but why didn't he score?

"Game, high."

The referee had already announced the score, "2:0". In the first set, Gao Wen easily took the lead.

Subconsciously, Koginakis turned his head and looked towards the other side of the court, and then he could see—

Gao Wen still didn't celebrate.

To be precise, Gao Wen was walking towards the caddy on the sidelines, asked for a towel, and was about to wipe off his sweat, but just after receiving the towel, he realized that he hadn't sweated at all, so he didn't wipe his sweat again, and handed the towel to him again. The caddy even showed a smile and apologized.

Koginakis felt that he had received a critical hit of 100,000 points. Is that guy despising himself?

boom!

In an instant, the strings of reason broke like this, and before Koginakis could react, he slammed the racket directly to the ground.

Is the guy ignoring him?

In the mouth, there are words.

"Grass."

"Hastily, so hastily."

Who can tell him what all this is going on? What the **** just happened? Even though he had foreseen difficulties, things were still different from what he had imagined.

Nothing is ever the same.

Koginakis couldn't figure it out.

To be precise ~lightnovelpub.net~ From the start of the game to the present, it only took five minutes, but everything happened so fast that there was no time to breathe.

Judging from Koginakis' own game style, Koginakis actually likes fast-paced games. Regardless of whether he wins or loses, the whole rhythm must be brought up, like wind and clouds; if he is caught in a tug-of-war, then he will be very uncomfortable. It's like having lice all over your body.

But today, it feels different.

The tempo is picking up, which should be his favorite style; but Koginakis is still very awkward, no matter how he hits the ball, it seems that something is wrong, and he is already two games behind for no reason, but his head is still a ball of pulp paste.

"Wake up, Tennessee!"

Koginakis clenched his right fist and hammered his head hard, hoping to wake up.

However…

Obviously, Koginakis still hadn't been able to think clearly, and the whole game was like a bullet train, whizzing by and rushing forward.

He didn't know how to slow down the tempo, and Gao Wen deliberately increased the tempo of the game, and then things got out of control.

(end of this chapter)