Chapter 1267 Injured Constitution

Escape!

If possible, Perspisil wanted to escape, but the remaining little bit of shame hurt his heart, and he still reacted instinctively.

Reach out and intercept.

Despite his fear, Pospisil did not forget his job. His muscles reacted on his behalf and he subconsciously stretched out his racket. Even though his brain was screaming and cursing, even though his mind was filled with the thought of fleeing, the action of hitting the ball was completed.

My knees are shaking slightly.

In tennis, everything starts with your legs. If your feet are not stable, the effect of your shot will be at least half wasted, and you may not even be able to complete the basic support.

At this moment, that is the case.

Pospisil's racket did reach out and intercept Gawain's shot, but...

There is no support and no strength.

My calves were shaking violently and I couldn't even straighten my knees.

From the perspective of bystanders, the most intuitive and objective thing is that Pospisil's hands are set up for the shot, but his torso is evading.

...So, is this considered saying one thing and doing another?

It seems like a very long description, but in fact, the tennis ball hit the racket directly.

Pospisil managed to escape after all, blocking the tennis ball with his racket and avoiding the fear of having his body concentrated, but the effect was far from satisfactory.

The wrist softened.

The tennis ball hit the racket dully, and the force continued to squeeze and collide at high speed, but there was no reaction force as imagined. It continued to move forward by hitting the racket until it was exhausted, and then bounced back because of its own reaction force, but it had no power left.

call out.

Falling parabola.

The tennis ball bounced back and fell vertically, wearily, like a meteor falling into the earth, and hit the lower part of the net.

nothingness.

Weak.

It rolled back to Pospisil's feet.

Just... just this? Everyone in the audience was stunned, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

Such a wonderful, exciting, tense and high-energy minute ended in such a meaningless way?

What...is this?

Not to mention the audience, even Sok and Dimitrov failed to react. They stood there frozen in place, stunned, looking at each other.

However, Pospisil had no time to think about these things. There was only one thought in his mind: to escape death.

Then, I felt a wave of fear, goose bumps instantly covered every corner of my body, and my knees began to tremble rapidly. After the tennis ball hit the racket hard, it seemed that all the strength in my calves was drained away. My knees softened, and my body fell crookedly to the ground.

Shake, shake, shake! Almost, really almost, Percy Pissil's shorts were really going to get wet.

Plop, plop, plop…

My heart was beating so wildly that it almost exploded, filling my entire chest cavity, making it difficult for me to breathe and I couldn't catch my breath.

Huff, huff.

Pospisil gasped for breath, but found that he could not get enough oxygen. The belated fear made his whole body tremble.

"…Vasek?"

The calling sounded from far away and echoed loudly.

Pospisil raised his head blankly, barely regaining focus, and vaguely saw Sok's face.

Gurgle.

Pospisil finally came to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and was about to cry: He, he really has it so hard, why is he always the one who gets hurt? But...

But!

Gradually, Pospisil's brain began to work again, and then he felt caring gazes coming from all directions.

There was a buzzing sound from Gawain and Dimitrov, as well as from the entire audience. The entire stadium was filled with the heat and seemed to be boiling.

What should he do? Pospisil hadn't figured it out yet. Should he stand up and point his finger at Gawain's nose and yell at him, accusing him of wanting to murder him? Or should he stand up calmly and pretend nothing happened, then smile at Gawain contemptuously to let him know that those threats could not intimidate him?

The former, or the latter? Before Pospisil had time to sort out his thoughts, he heard the referee's voice asking, "Vasek, is everything okay?"

With a start, Pospisil immediately realized that his embarrassment and weakness were exposed in front of everyone, and he immediately straightened his back and stood up quickly.

"fine."

"I'm fine."

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

In fact, Pospisil's calves were trembling the whole time, and his steps were a little weak, and he felt like he couldn't push off the ground.

In the last point, the hand-to-hand combat was so intense; moreover, I could feel the murderous aura and pressure coming at me both times. The fear and excitement really exceeded the heart's load, so much so that my breathing is a little rapid now.

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Pospisil did not dare to look at Gawain and Dimitrov - of course, he did not want to. He raised his racket in a nonchalant manner, gestured to the two people opposite him, indicating that he was fine, and then turned and walked towards the baseline, as if waving his sleeves without a cloud leaving.

It was not until he returned to the baseline and used the towel to wipe the sweat that Pospisil buried his cheek in the towel, took a deep breath, and took another deep breath.

He was almost about to burst into tears again, but Pospisil quickly covered his eyes with a towel to hide his embarrassment.

Turn around.

Step forward.

Pospisil returned to the baseline again -

etc.

Much later, Pospisil realized that something was wrong.

"6:5".

With that point just now, the Gao Wen combination successfully broke the serve for the first time in the whole game. They are about to serve to win the set, but before that it is the break between games.

So, Gawain and Dimitrov have returned to the dugout; Sok was also preparing to go back, but when he saw Pospisil walking foolishly towards the baseline, he called out to him several times but failed to stop his partner. He could only stand on the court, with his hands on his hips, waiting patiently.

It wasn't until Pospisil turned around and saw Sok that Sok spread his hands and said, "Break between innings, partner."

Pospisil wished he could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

If he were a pangolin, how long would it take him to dig a hole and get in? Would 30 seconds be enough?

With all sorts of thoughts surging in his mind, Pospisil lowered his head and joined Sok and returned to the dugout.

Sok thought about it and asked, "Hey man, are you sure you're okay?"

Pospisil had many, many thoughts in his mind——

The embarrassment just now, the break point, Gawain’s proactive attack... and so on and so forth, my head almost exploded.

Pospisil shook his head at Sok, "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, in the Gaowen combination's serve to win the set, Pospisil needed to remain calm and focused, otherwise he would give up the victory in the first set.

But this is not an easy task.

(End of this chapter)