"Su Ling got the serve." Su Dan said in a deep voice.
"Wen Xi should be able to hold on, right? After all, he has played in youth competitions in Country M." Yu Qiang said this, and even he himself was a little unsure.
After watching the first game, I can basically judge the level of the two players.
It's true that Wen Xi is very strong, and every serve he makes is very tricky. If they were his opponents, they probably wouldn't be able to receive a single ball. However, Su Ling was unusual. After losing two balls, it was as if he had turned on a cheat. No matter from which angle Wen Xi served, he would receive the ball steadily, easily counterattack and win the serve.
Su Ling's strength is even better!
Su Dan finished drinking the mineral water in the bottle, threw it accurately into the trash can next to him, picked up his racket, and walked out of the court.
"Hey, you don't want to watch it anymore?" Yu Qiang chased after him and asked.
Su Dan turned around and glanced at Wen Xi on the court. "Save some face for him."
"Huh?" Yu Qiang was confused and watched Su Dan carry the racket out of the court and go to the practice ground next door.
What does it mean?
Qiao Zhengwen stood up: "I'm going to practice with Su Dan."
It's not the same as forcing the words out, he hurriedly followed.
Yu Qiang looked at Shen Wei: "You're not going to leave too, are you?"
Shen Wei held a ball, tossed it up and down, and said with a smile: "It would be embarrassing to leave. The kids lost, so someone has to comfort them, right?"
Yu Qiang saw something in his eyes and said with a click of his tongue: "Li Ting is queuing up ahead!"
Shen Wei shrugged: "Good things, isn't it common for brothers to share with each other?"
Yu Qiang cursed inwardly: "Beast."
On the court, Su Ling casually hit the ball twice with his racket, waited for Wen Xi to adjust his state, and nodded to Lin Zhou.
Lin Zhou gave Wen Xi a meaningful look, blew the whistle, and the game began.
"Come on, Wen Xi!" Li Ting encouraged.
Wen Xi bit her lip, gripped the racket tightly, and stared at Su Ling.
How could he lose to an amateur?
He just lost the first game, and in the second game he would not let Su Ling get a point no matter what!
Taking a deep breath, Wen Xi made all preparations and gave it his all.
Su Ling threw the ball upwards and slapped it quickly. The small yellow ball rushed to the opposite side like a cannonball. With a loud "bang", the ball fell to the ground. Wen Xi reflexively stepped over to catch the ball, calculated the timing and swung the racket, but the swing was in vain. The small ball bounced very low and almost touched the ground and bounced to the back.
"Beep—Su Ling scores!" Lin Zhou made the decision immediately.
Li Ting opened his mouth slightly and stared at the little yellow ball rolling on the ground in disbelief.
Is this... a flat serve?
Wimsey kept swinging the racket stiffly, his face turning blue.
The flat serve is also called the cannonball serve. It is fast, powerful, and has a low rebound. It often causes the opponent to either miss the ball or hit the net, resulting in mistakes and loss of points.
Su Ling started the game with this serving style, which was completely a response to his topspin serve in the previous game.
Wenxi put down his racket and continued to fight, with a fierce light in his eyes.
Do you think he will be intimidated by this?
So naive!
What kind of athletes are there at the youth tournament? Professional athletes have all sorts of techniques and tactics, and he was able to break through the competition and take second place, so how could he stumble here?
Seeing Wen Xi regain her confidence, Su Ling smiled kindly.
The fact that he recovered so quickly shows that he has a good mental state, and he will feel more accomplished when his self-esteem is broken.
Toss the ball, bounce the ball——
"Bang--"
Wenxi quickly lowered his center of gravity and swung his racket to hit the ball, but again, he hit nothing.
The ball bounced slightly on the ground, and when he swung his racket over it, it seemed to lose its elasticity in an instant and started rolling on the ground.
Su Ling once again used a flat serve and scored easily.
Wen Xi's breathing was short and his forehead was covered with sweat.
No one can serve flat all the time!
Although this serving method is very threatening, its hit rate is very low. Once or twice is just luck, but he doesn't believe that Su Ling can succeed the third time!
Su Ling held the ball, his smile becoming more gentle. Under Wen Xi's sharp gaze, he launched his third attack.
"Bang--"
The ball brushed the sideline and landed on the ground. Wen Xi barely caught it, and the ball went straight into the net.
Still a flat serve!
How is that possible?
He actually served successfully three times!
Wen Xi's eyes were blurred by the cascading sweat. He pulled up the corner of his clothes, wiped his face, and stared at the handsome young man opposite him who was smiling harmlessly.
Is he humiliating him?
Wimsey was furious.
The following game seemed to confirm his idea. Su Ling scored every time he served, not giving him any chance to fight back.
"left--"
"right--"
"Still on the left!"
Wen Xi was running left and right because of Su Ling's ball. Even though he predicted the landing point, the ball did not bounce enough and he always missed the opportunity. He either could not catch the ball or it hit the net. He failed again and again and his will was worn down again and again. His vision suddenly became blurred. The flying balls changed from one to two, from two to four, and more and more, making him dizzy.
"ah--"
He twisted his ankle and fell to the ground with his racket stretched out. The ball landed two inches away from the racket, bounced high, and flew out of the court.
This time, it was not a flat serve, but Wen Xi was exhausted and fell on the court early.
"Wen Xi!" Li Ting ran forward in fear and quickly helped him up. Yu Qiang and Shen Wei rushed over from the rest area worriedly.
Su Ling wiped the sweat off his face, slowly walked to the net, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
Wen Xi was supported by Li Ting. His eyes were red, his lips were trembling, his elbows were rubbed and bleeding, and he looked in a miserable state.
Li Ting felt distressed and challenged Su Ling: "Is this okay?"
Shen Wei frowned: "Young Master Su, Wen Xi is younger than you, but you are throwing him around. Don't you think it's too much?"
Lin Zhou came to Su Ling, crossed his arms, and retorted, "You can't say that, can you? Accidents are normal on the field. Our Xiao Ling is more skilled, and there's nothing we can do about it. Besides, this match was requested by your friend, so win or lose at your own risk!"
Su Ling held Lin Zhou's shoulders, crossed the net with one long step, and walked to Wen Xi. He extended his hand to him, frowned, and whispered, "I'm sorry you got hurt. If you feel any discomfort, I'll take you to Lin's Private Hospital for a full body checkup."
"No need." Wen Xi waved his hand away without any grace.
Su Ling retracted his open hand, his peach blossom eyes revealed a look of grievance and innocence.
She was a beautiful person, biting her lips lightly, wanting to say something but stopping herself, her lonely look was pitiful.
Yu Qiang took the initiative to act as a peacemaker. "How about...Wen Xi go to the hospital for a checkup?"
Li Ting glared. Whose side was he on? He actually spoke for his opponent! No matter how beautiful Su Ling was, he was still a married man!
Lin Zhou said loudly: "Yes, if Xiao Ling is brought in for a checkup, everything will be free."
These words simply added fuel to the fire. Wen Xi was humiliated beyond measure and was furious. He pushed Li Ting and others away and limped off the court.
"Hey, Wen Xi——" Li Ting chased over to support him, but was angrily pushed away.
Yu Qiang and Shen Wei glanced at the pitiful Su Ling and said tactfully, "Wen Xi is young and inevitably a little childish. Please don't mind it, Mr. Su."
Su Ling lowered his eyes and whispered, "Well, I won't mind it."
When the two saw Wen Xi and Li Ting leaving the court, they didn't want to stay any longer, so they picked up their tennis racket bags and left in a hurry.
Su Ling's face was like magic, the grievance disappeared without a trace, and he swung the racket slowly and carelessly.
"Haha, you bullied people so badly." Lin Zhou laughed.
"Really? I'm just giving him a taste of his own medicine." Su Lingyun said calmly.
Lin Zhou raised his eyebrows.
This Wen Xi had ulterior motives. He tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice. Not only did he lose the game, he also lost all his composure.
Su Ling walked to the rest area, took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag, tilted his head back and gulped down half a bottle. After quenching his thirst, he sat on a chair and exhaled relaxedly.
"If he holds on for another ten minutes, I'll be vulnerable."
"He was completely stunned by your continuous flat serves." Lin Zhou took a sip of water and smiled.
Su Ling is an amateur after all and cannot compare to professional athletes, but his two unique skills often scare people.
The artist's natural sensitivity gave him an exceptional ability to predict the ball. In addition, due to his tall stature, he had an advantage in hitting the ball flat. After practicing intensively for a period of time, his hit rate reached 90%. As long as the ball was in his hands, his opponent had basically no power to fight back.
However, everything has its pros and cons. As physical strength is depleted, the hit rate decreases. If Wen Xi can hold on for another round, he will find an opportunity to counterattack.
Unfortunately, he was defeated by Su Ling, his self-esteem collapsed, and he lost his judgment.
Su Ling took out a towel, wiped the sweat from his face and neck, regained his energy, and jumped a few times easily.
"Come on, let's play a few rounds."
"Do you still have energy?" Lin Zhou asked.
"Of course." Su Ling said confidently.
If he didn't have the physical strength, could he withstand Lin Feng doing it ten times a night?
cough--
After playing tennis, Su Ling and Lin Zhou went to the racecourse and rode for more than an hour. At four o'clock in the afternoon, they ended the entertainment activities and drove home.
The sapphire sports car was driving slowly in the bustling street. When passing a skyscraper, Su Ling turned the steering wheel, made a big turn, and turned into the open-air parking lot of the skyscraper.
After parking the car, he walked into the building and stood in the magnificent lobby. He looked around and saw the front desk. He walked over with elegant steps.
"Hello, which floor is the president's office on?"
The receptionist who was busy at the computer heard the pleasant baritone and subconsciously looked up. The young man's handsome face suddenly came into her sight, and she opened her mouth in surprise.
"Ah! You are—"
Little brother!
The receptionist almost screamed out loud but held it back.
Oh my god!
Is she hallucinating?
Why did the president’s wife suddenly appear in the company?
Ahhhhhh!
Looking closely, his face is a hundred times, no, a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful than in the live video!
The receptionist was so excited that she would have fainted from happiness at this moment if it weren't for her professional qualities.
"Hello... hello..." The receptionist swallowed and stood up, showing her most perfect smile.
"Hello." Su Ling raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said politely, "Could you tell me how to get to the president's office? Do I need an appointment?"
"It's convenient, of course it's convenient. You don't need an appointment!" the receptionist said hurriedly. If it were someone else, she would definitely be businesslike, but the person in front of her was Mr. Lin's beloved partner, so of course no appointment was needed!
"Please wait a moment, I'll ask someone to take you upstairs." She picked up the phone and dialed the internal number.
Su Ling waited patiently, rolling his eyes and looking at the headquarters of Lin Group with a little curiosity.
After all, this was his first time coming here to see Lin Feng! And the receptionist's strange reaction seemed to indicate that she knew him. Could it be that...she had also watched the live broadcast?
The author has something to say: Ah, it’s late again, good night~ I have to get up at five o’clock tomorrow, 555, too difficult~
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