Chapter 168: Eternal Moment

Boom!

Flat serve!

To some extent, Sacramento guessed it, but the actual operation was still slightly off.

186 kilometers per hour.

Close serve.

Even though Saramento was mentally prepared, the ball was still too fast and too fierce. He was unable to completely clear the hitting position with his feet, and he just barely blocked it with his racket. This also meant that Gawain still suppressed Saramento's return with the quality of the ball at the last moment.

state.

The sound of the ball hitting the target was a bit dull, but surprisingly, the return quality was quite good.

There was no speed, but the rotation was very strong, and it tore open some angles, flying towards Gao Wen's backhand sideline. The landing point was deeper than expected, closer to the baseline, and the suppression effect exceeded expectations.

At the very least, the landing point and rotation should increase the difficulty of Gao Wen's attack to some extent.

Tap tap.

Gao Wen's position was obviously pushed back a little bit, because of the rotation and bounce, he needed more space to swing the racket.

But the preparation for the racket swing is still very thorough. The entire two-handed backhand is completely set up, and the eyes are fixed on the tennis ball, making continuous small steps to adjust.

The ball is ready to hit, but... straight? diagonal?

Saramento held the racket with both hands, jumping lightly on the spot, keeping his center of gravity mobile, and quickly scanning Gao Wen's hitting preparation movements, but Gao Wen's two-handed backhand is very, very secretive. He can change the line by controlling his wrist at the moment of shooting, which is the most difficult part for his opponent.

straight line!

Sacramento can only bet on one side, after all, backhand straight line is Gao Wen's strong point.

However! Just as he moved to his right, he realized his misjudgment the next second.

In our sight, Gao Wen stands very firmly with his legs, with his left leg as the center of gravity. The power extends from the heel all the way upwards, fully transferring the force. The swing action is very full, and then you can see the left arm pushing the right arm to swing, and at the last shot, it suddenly speeds up.

A flick and a flick.

The tennis ball instantly flew at full speed in the diagonal direction.

Slash!

On the match point, Gao Wen did not choose the backhand straight line that made him famous, but instead attacked diagonally. More importantly, the shot was fast and flat, and the entire downward movement was very obvious.

Ah! Saramento reflexively made an abrupt stop and turn, forcibly pulling his body to change direction and move sideways to the left.

Tap tap.

Tap tap.

The action of pushing off the ground with all your strength allows you to firmly feel the reaction force of the ground surging in, and the burst of muscle power makes the whole person enter a selfless sprint stage.

Almost! Just a little bit!

It was almost too late because Gawain's shot was too powerful, with plenty of speed and strength. Even though Sacramento's reaction speed was incredible, he still fell short by a little bit.

Ah! A split! Sacramento performed a split save that only occurs on clay courts, with his hands stretched to the limit, and managed to chop the ball with a machete-like downward motion, barely using the friction speed of the racket head to cut the tennis ball back.

Swoosh! His entire body had been stretched to the limit, but he still managed to save the tennis ball.

Whoosh! The tennis ball flew out a parabola, and the arc was longer than expected, and it even passed the service area, forcing Gao Wen, who was about to hit the ball halfway into the baseline, to retreat two steps again and finish the shot near the baseline.

Although the landing point was deeper than expected, there was no rotation or power at all, so it was not difficult for Gao Wen who had prepared well.

Adjust. Adjust. Adjust in small steps.

It can be seen that Gao Wen is very focused and dedicated. He takes small steps to adjust his position, and then finds the most comfortable position and angle. He raises his forehand and directly smashes the ball to another blind spot.

Boom! The sound of a strong ball hitting the ground exploded above the court.

Top! Stop! Turn! Saramento stomped his left leg hard on the ground, using his racket to support the ground. In a flash, he stood up again, and then the powerful reaction force pushed his body out, as if his feet were on fire, running at full speed.

Sprint! Sprint! Sacramento could clearly feel the colors of the world transforming into a ball of light and shadow, whizzing past him. The gorgeous golden sunlight was so brilliant and so dazzling.

It seems that life is so simple, all you need to do is... run, and that’s enough.

Run! Like it's the end of the world.

Tap tap tap.

Tap tap tap.

Soon, Sacramento realized that he could not catch up.

Gao Wen's return was very light, with a lot of spin deliberately added. It was still spinning outwards after landing, and in a blink of an eye it had gone into the shadows under the audience stands.

Even if Sacramento turned into a whirlwind, he still couldn't catch up.

So, that's the end of it.

But Sacramento still didn't stop running, and even ran harder and faster.

If life could just run on like this moment, forgetting everything else, how great would that be? Sacramento knew that he would never forget this match, just like he would never forget the countless moments when he was happy, sad, happy, and regretful because of tennis. This was his youth and his life.

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Once upon a time, he also stood on this court, fighting until the last moment, like a warrior.

When the game is over, he can leave the field with his head held high and say goodbye.

Saramento kept running, almost rushing into the audience stands, but ultimately failed to catch the ball.

"Competition, high."

In my ears, I heard the referee's voice announcing the end of the game, officially bringing it to an end.

"6:1", "6:3".

Gawain, wins.

Saramento controlled his body's center of gravity, the smile on his lips blossomed completely, and then he stood near the baseline and looked at the court with some nostalgia, as if he wanted to keep all the spectators and teammates deeply in his mind, and finally he saw Gao Wen.

Gao Wen stood in front of the net, smiling, waiting patiently.

Sacramento exhaled, then trotted over to the net and hugged Gawain instead of shaking his hand.

“A great game.”

He said.

There are so many things he wants to say. He wants to thank Gawain for going all out and showing all his abilities in this game, which also allowed him to give his all without reservation and without any regrets. But in the end, the words turned into the simplest sentence.

He believed that this was enough.

Gao Wen nodded slightly.

“A great game.”

Then, they loosened their embrace - after all, they were sworn enemies in the same city and they really didn't know each other at all.

Sacramento took the lead and walked towards the referee, ready to shake his hand, and then returned to where the Trojans were.

But suddenly, Sacramento noticed that the fans were applauding, even the Bruins fans.

Sacramento was a little confused, but when he turned around, he saw Gawain raising his hands high and applauding. So the Bruins fans temporarily put aside their grudges against their city rivals and expressed their respect and appreciation with applause.

The whole audience burst into thunderous applause.

There was a slight warmth in Saramento's eyes, and that instant, it became eternity.

Third update.

(End of this chapter)