Chapter 634: One Hundred Percent
Squeak, the sharp sound of the soles rubbing against the ground exploded like thunder in the indoor court. With the emergency brake of the left foot, the hot sweat was pulled out by the centrifugal force, from a circle to an ellipse, and then hit the ground, splashing and blooming.
tread.
The muscle strength of his left calf burst out instantly, and with a big stride he rushed in another direction. His light and nimble footsteps disappeared in the strong wind in the blink of an eye, leaving only an afterimage that slowly dissipated in the air.
"Watch your steps, watch your steps."
"Rhythm, don't disrupt the rhythm, cross step! Cross step! Cross step!"
Following Sampras' voice, he simply beat the beat with both hands, coordinating with his own commands, controlling the rhythm of Gawain's movements like a metronome in piano practice, staring intently at Gawain's steps, his eyes gleaming with the light of an eagle's eye, not missing any details.
“Keep your toes on the ground and stay light.”
"Toes! Watch your toes!"
At the moment, Gawain's steps were obviously tired, but Sampras still didn't relax at all. To be precise, it was because Gawain had reached the limit of his physical strength. Due to the influence of fatigue, his steps, batting movements, etc. would be deformed, so he needed to pay more attention.
After all, only by paying attention to details bit by bit during training can we ensure that the conditioned reflex movements can achieve the best results during the competition.
But at this moment, it was very, very difficult for Gawain.
Because he needs to fight two people alone.
On the opposite side of the court, Peart and Russell stood side by side, one on the left and one on the right, each guarding half of the court, and then took turns to hit the ball.
There were two tennis balls flying above the court. First was Russell's, waiting for Gawain to hit Russell's ball back; then Pelt's ball flew over again.
This is a very demanding and difficult footwork, movement and physical training.
Of course, neither Peart nor Russell would hit the ball with all their strength. They mainly fed the ball, and most of the balls were topspin balls. The purpose was not to get Gawain into the rhythm of hitting the ball; but to force Gawain into a cycle of continuous movement, hitting the ball, moving again, and hitting the ball again through continuous incoming balls.
Then, intersperse variation balls.
To put it simply, Pelt suddenly hits a flat ball and does not launch a full-strength attack, but the flying arc of the tennis ball will indeed be flattened, disrupting the moving inertia of Gavin with a sudden change; at the same time, Russell's next return shot will have a super topspin, slowing down the rhythm and giving Gavin time to return to his position and adjust.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
This cycle continues, and the only requirement is:
Can’t drop the ball.
The ball cannot be hit after two jumps, it cannot go out of bounds, and it cannot go into the net.
In addition, Sampras stood behind Gawain, paying attention to the rhythm of his steps and breathing adjustments, constantly paying attention to details and giving Gawain reminders.
Such training is abnormal.
From Gawain himself.
To be precise, it should have come from the system, but now the "credit" belongs to Gawain. Facing Sampras's look of looking at him as a pervert, Gawain can only pretend to be rich.
In the first two days of training, Gao Wen was easily flustered because the time for prediction, movement, decision-making, and hitting the ball was compressed, and his rhythm was easily disrupted. He often dropped the ball before 20 rounds, and the effect of such training was difficult to be satisfactory.
But today, Gawain has gradually gotten the hang of it, and can fight for thirty or forty rounds without any problem. Moreover, Gawain will also start to fight back -
Occasionally, he would make a surprise move.
For example, if the cooperation between Peart and Russell is a little slack, the rhythm of their shots is not so tight, and the topspin is a little too high, it will give Gawain a little breathing space, and then Gawain will seize the opportunity to turn the situation around and turn defense into offense.
Just like now.
Tap tap tap.
Push off the ground! Brake! Turn! Hit the ball! Before Gawain made his move, Russell had already realized that the situation was not good, because he still couldn't control the rotation of his return ball and was caught by Gawain.
"ah!"
Russell let out a wail, but Gawain showed no mercy. He grabbed half the shot with his forehand and made a quick downward shot. The tennis ball instantly pierced through like an arrow.
Russell, in a state of disarray.
Fortunately, Gawain couldn't open up the angle and could only aim at Russell's half, which made it easier for Russell to defend, and he still got to the position in time and quickly.
However, Gawain did not relax and immediately moved sideways. Because Pelt also noticed Gawain's sudden attack, he immediately cooperated and hit a flat shot, taking advantage of the opportunity to disrupt Gawain's rhythm again.
Ah! This time it was Gawain who cried out in surprise. It was too difficult to fight two opponents at once. He rushed over with all his strength, blocked the ball with his backhand, and narrowly pulled a moon ball back. He then stopped and turned again, rushing to the other side to deal with Russell's ball.
However, his steps were still a little messy, and he didn't find the right hitting point. He hit the ball with his forehand and it produced a topspin. As a result, his length control was slightly off, and the ball went out of the baseline.
"ah……"
Gawain sighed to the sky and hugged his head, very, very dissatisfied. Although he did not say anything, his voice had already conveyed enough information: it was almost there, just a little bit, and he should not be so greedy in forehand control.
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Clap, clap, clap.
From behind I could hear Sampras clapping.
"There's no need to be so upset. This performance is already very good."
"This time, it lasted for seventy-one rounds. Gawain, this is the first time you've lasted for seventy rounds. You broke the record. Well done."
There was a hint of satisfaction in Sampras' eyes.
Looking towards the other side of the court, Russell and Pelt were also very tired. Although they worked together to take care of half of the court respectively, they could feel the impact brought by Gawain at all times.
Moreover, after a stalemate of more than 60 shots, Gawain was able to launch a counterattack and was even close to turning the situation around. If it weren't for Pelt's keen grasp of the opportunity, Gawain might have really turned the tables in this extremely long tug-of-war.
But Gawain had no way to respond at this moment. His chest was heaving violently like a bellows, and his knees felt weak.
"Adjust your breathing, Gawain, adjust your breathing, inhale, exhale... inhale, exhale..."
Pelt was also a little out of breath, but the voice still came immediately from the other side.
The more you overdraw, the more you need to grit your teeth and persevere, slowly adjust and recover, let your body adapt to this intensity, and slowly relax, otherwise your heart may really explode.
Gawain said nothing, but raised his racket, gestured to Pelt, and then began to walk back and forth along the baseline, slowly adjusting his breathing.
vomit.
My stomach churned and I could almost taste last night's Kung Pao Chicken on my tongue.
After being physically exhausted, his brain went blank and he was unable to think at all. He had no idea how he had managed to hold on.
But what is more important now is to firmly remember this moment and this feeling, and to get your brain working again, thinking about the reason why your defensive counterattack just now was unsuccessful -
Apart from the objective factor of being alone against two, what other reasons were there? One hundred percent, Gao Wen said he would devote one hundred percent of his energy, and he would do what he said.
(End of this chapter)