Chapter 39 Who is the clown?
Shrink!
Make an effort!
Push off the ground!
Gawain's pupils shrank slightly as he stared at Kyrgios, keenly capturing the trajectory of the serve. His bent knees stretched out completely like a spring, and his calf muscles to his thigh muscles burst all the way, releasing power from the inside out and pushing it out instantly.
Swoop!
Stretch!
Take off!
The whole person rushed to his left hand side, but just as the movement began to stretch out, it felt like the strength of the muscles had not yet been fully released, and the tennis ball was already in front of his eyes, and continued to expand in his pupils.
Professional players are indeed different. Their serves at a speed of 198 kilometers per hour are so heavy that you can seem to clearly see the trajectory of the air transforming into flowing water. The silky streamlines stained with mustard yellow drag out a long streak of light and shadow.
Here we come!
The next second, the racket could already feel the exploding force. It was not only fast and heavy, but also full of power. One could even clearly feel that the high-speed rotating tennis ball was constantly rubbing against the racket strings, and the wrist and forearm muscles had been stretched to the extreme.
but!
The advance prediction bought Gao Wen a short period of one or two milliseconds. This tiny gap allowed Gao Wen to find a little breathing space under the intense pressure. The power of the thigh was transmitted to the upper limbs through sufficient rotation, avoiding the situation where he was suppressed by the force and could not fully swing the racket, resulting in the ball flying away.
Turn around!
Swing!
Push! Although the two-handed backhand swing was not completed, the strength of the left and right hands supporting each other ensured that the racket remained balanced under the pressure of the strong impact, and it withstood the absolute power suppression of Kyrgios. Then the turning action made the two-handed backhand swing in an arc, and the speed of the racket was increased to the extreme.
Charge forward!
skateboard!
Whip!
The entire racket swing action is like a high-speed train, with the racket coming out quickly and coming back quickly. The swinging speed of the racket head reaches the maximum speed of Gao Wen's current ability, and at the moment of the racket, the wrist lightly glances outward, creating a skateboard-like whip effect, and the whole body presses on it.
Boom! The contact time between the tennis ball and the racket was very brief, and it almost hit the wall, passing half of the racket, and sparks burst out from the friction, and then rushed out along the trajectory of the swing.
The serve from Kyrgios was clearly a diagonal outside corner, extending all the way towards the spectator stands, but its flight trajectory was intercepted by Gawain, who then forcibly bent it into a straight line, crossing the net and bombarding it faster and more powerfully.
Whoosh! The tennis ball turned into a streamline, rising and falling, as if it had surpassed the constraints of sound and light, bursting out at an incredible speed limit. Just as it was about to fly out, it fell quickly and landed on the court. With a collision and a bounce, it jumped out in the blink of an eye.
Bang! Clean and crisp!
Heavy force and power!
Winning score!
Ah! Boom! “Ahhhh!”
“Ahhhh!”
The entire audience raised their arms and cheered, and the waves of cheers that rose one after another, accompanied by waves of people jumping high, surged and boiled, and the whole stadium was gurgling.
"God!"
"pretty!"
"Wonderful!"
"sharp!"
"Grass! Grass, grass, grass!"
Because it was so shocking and so exciting, swear words burst out and all the fans were boiling with excitement, no one was exempt.
If the first two points were somewhat due to luck, as Kyrgios was not serious at all and was just playing around, this point was definitely not the case.
The ace return of the serve was completed in such a head-on collision manner, which was exciting enough to make all the spectators scream.
So what about Kyrgios?
“…”
Kyrgios didn't even have time to get his serve back in place. He just stretched his racket reflexively and watched the tennis ball fly out without any reaction. He was nailed to the spot like a fool, unable to move.
Even the swear words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't make any sound for a while.
It wasn’t until the whole stadium exploded with cheers that Kyrgios came back to his senses. Then a series of inappropriate swear words burst out, and he was so angry that he almost threw his racket.
What a shame! It was a real shame! Regardless of who his opponent was, this way of scoring really slapped Kyrgios in the face. He even felt that the whole audience was laughing at his embarrassment and stupidity. The burning pain made his emotions burst out.
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The remaining sanity pulled the reins a little, and instead of asking the audience to shut up, Kyrgios raised his head and looked towards the other side of the court with a burning gaze, and could faintly see the flames burning.
This time, he was really enraged. Like a Saint Seiya, his little universe began to explode. The next two points from Gawain’s serve might not be good.
Venus was considered half a landlord. She noticed Kyrgios's look at the first moment, frowned slightly, turned her head and whispered to the host.
"What's wrong with Nick? He's just a fan, why take it so seriously?"
This was a charity exhibition match. Even if they beat the professional players, it wouldn't be a big deal, let alone the fans. Why would they be so serious about a fan? The host was embarrassed and asked in a low voice, "Do we need to stop the game?"
Wouldn’t that scene be even uglier?
Venus rolled her eyes, "Have the caddie remind Nick that this is a charity exhibition match."
Sharapova, who was standing next to him, had a cold expression on her face. She didn't seem to care about the ugly scene, but looked at Gao Wen with a little interest.
From a professional perspective, Gao Wen scored these three points in three different ways: serve, forehand, and backhand, and all with only one touch of the ball. From such details, it can be seen that Gao Wen is not an amateur fan, and he is probably quite capable.
Sharapova found it interesting.
However, while the tournament organizers were still communicating with each other, Gao Wen was already preparing to serve.
Without being reminded, Gawain was able to sense Kyrgios's burst of energy, and the atmosphere on the court had indeed changed subtly.
Bang! Gawain was not affected and served as usual, this time serving a close serve in the middle, trying to squeeze Kyrgios's position.
The next second, Gawain saw Kyrgios’ move and sounded the alarm!
Oops!
Kyrgios also accurately predicted Gawain's serve. Although Gawain's serve was very accurate, his speed and power were indeed not comparable to Kyrgios'. Then Kyrgios moved to his left hand side in advance, made room, and completed the shot directly from the side with a forehand.
Boom! Kyrgios’ forehand is the best among the best in the professional arena, and it is not inferior to the Big Four. It has the powerful power of full-court attack, and it is also part of the full display of his natural ability.
At this time, facing Gao Wen's serve, he pressed down with his forehand, and the tennis ball exploded directly, as if it was about to explode, and hit him with a bang.
(End of this chapter)