Soon, it was Song Yimian's turn to play, and Coach Tan gave him another instruction before letting him go.
Tao You sat on his seat, his eyes following Song Yimian closely.
"Xiao Youyou, tell me, will Song Yimian win? What if he loses?" Hong Xiqi asked a little loudly, and the team members next to her looked at her with a hint of warning in their eyes.
Hong Xiqi received their looks and immediately shut her mouth and smiled awkwardly.
After a while, she leaned into Tao You's ear and whispered: "Hey, what do you think?"
The competition is still in the preparation stage, and Tao You cannot predict the outcome. Now he can only choose to believe in Song Yimian. After all, when he was a child, Song Yimian was fully sure of everything he did and would never blindly accept those things. Not sure about anything, she replied: "He will definitely win. Coach Tan said last time that he is very strong, so just watch with peace of mind." Although she said this, she still felt a little nervous in her heart.
Because there were too many schools participating in the preliminaries, in order to save time, the organizers adopted a best-of-three-set system. Each set was further divided into six rounds. The first team to score four points in each round won. Before each round, there will be A coin toss allows both players to choose the court or server, followed by a ten-minute warm-up period. .
After confirming everything, the referee sat back on his high chair. The players from the opposite team were relatively calm. They walked to their own side of the court and took the lead in serving to familiarize themselves with the court. Several balls were served fairly steadily and landed perfectly. Within the service boundary. When it was Song Yimian's turn, he didn't know whether he did it on purpose or because he was in a bad state. Three of the balls fell out of bounds. Tao You couldn't help but secretly sweat for him. The players in the stands also secretly clenched their fists and were nervous. Looking at the field.
"What is Song Yimian doing!" Coach Tan frowned, veins popped out in the hand holding the railing, and his entire upper body reached out of the stands. He wanted to yell at Song Yimian, but because of the rules, he thought of the person on the opposite side. The coach must have been keeping an eye on him at this time, trying to find something to do with him. In order not to be kicked out of the field by the referee, he endured it, but the anger was burning in his eyes.
"Is he too nervous and made a mistake?" Coach Sun worriedly asked from the side, looking down at the information of the other team's players, "Wang Peng, you have very little competition experience. These serves today are quite stable, and your aura is also good." It’s okay, Song Yimian doesn’t have this kind of mental quality, right?”
Coach Tan listened quietly and looked at the court without saying anything. He knew very well what kind of psychological quality Song Yimian had. He had participated in various competitions since he was a child. He couldn't be just because of a few players in the warm-up who looked bluffing but had no lethality. The ball is out of order. You can play, but you have to be careful not to make mistakes during the official game. I hope that the temporary decision to let Song Yimian play is not wrong.
"Brother Mian's psychological quality is very good. Don't be deceived by his current appearance." Gu Yibing, who had known Song Yimian for so many years, comforted Hong Xiqi and Tao You who looked ugly at the side, "He can't be sure. What bad things are you holding back? Just rest assured, this person is no match for Brother Mian."
Wang Peng didn't start practicing tennis until he graduated from elementary school. He finally joined the tennis team and stayed in the team. He knows that his talent is average and it will be difficult to get ahead no matter how much time he spends training, so he has no plans to continue playing. He will be a senior in high school next year. He will quit the team and shift all his focus to cultural classes. This will be his last time. He participated in the autumn league and finally entered Group A. Although there was only one game in the team competition, after knowing that his opponent was Wang Ming before the game, he still had a comprehensive understanding of Wang Ming and formulated a new strategy for him. Training plan, Wang Ming has been playing basketball longer than him, participated in more games than him, and is stronger than him. He does not expect to win, he only hopes to have a good time in this game and enjoy this game. He is very fond of himself. The strength of the school is also very clear. They have not made it to the finals in so many years. This time they faced the powerful school team of No. 1 Middle School from the beginning. Their probability of winning was very slim, or they might just stop in the preliminaries. .
Just now, the coach suddenly told him that Wang Ming had an allergy and went to the hospital. The No. 1 Middle School decided to make a temporary substitution and replaced it with a substitute player from the first grade of high school. The moment he heard the news, his mind went blank and he couldn't think. He only knew that during this period, All his efforts were in vain. He didn't take the time to get to know the other players, let alone the substitutes. The coach hadn't reminded him before, but he was stubborn and turned a deaf ear every time because he didn't think anyone would show up before the game. question. But later he was a little lucky. The substitute player in the first year of high school might have the strength.
Compared to Wang Ming, an experienced veteran player who has been in Group A all his life, he might still have a chance to win.
When he came on the court, he tried hard to maintain his aura. After seeing Song Yimian's out-of-bounds ball, he instantly gained confidence and narcissistically wondered if his aura could intimidate the opposite high school freshman. I'm a junior, but I'm in chaos before the official competition. My mental quality needs to be improved.
The referee held the stopwatch, and when ten minutes were up, he blew the whistle: "The game officially begins! Fengxin Middle School, Wang Peng serves first!"
Song Yimian stood at the corresponding position, raised his hand to indicate that he was ready, and quickly moved to judge the landing point of the ball when Wang Peng served. The ball's rotation speed is not high and its power is not strong. It falls neatly within the serving boundary and is very easy to catch.
After a while, "doule!" Song Yimian watched the ball fall into the doubles boundary, raised his hands and shouted. There was a cheer from No. 1 Middle School, but Fengxin Middle School fell silent. The coach crossed his hands on his chest, chewed gum, and looked at the situation on the field seriously.
"Beep! Zero, one lead!" The referee finished blowing the whistle and wrote down something on the paper.
Wang Peng grabbed his hair hard, feeling a little annoyed inside.
Hong Xiqi didn't understand the rules of tennis. She didn't know why Song Yimian scored when the ball was clearly within the bounds. She frowned slightly and asked Tao You: "Xiao Youyou, what does this doule mean? This ball is not Is it inside the white line? How come the inning is over? Song Yimian just scored like that?"
Although Tao You has not played tennis in recent years, he sometimes watches games online and understands some rules. Now he explained to Hong Xiqi in her ear: "The outermost white line of the court is the doubles boundary. The inside line is the singles boundary. He just hit it outside the singles boundary and inside the doubles boundary, so it was considered out of bounds. Doule is the professional terminology during the game."
Hong Xiqi nodded clearly, straightened up and continued watching the game.
It was Wang Peng who was still serving, but because of his mistake just now, he was obviously a little impetuous. On the other hand, Song Yimian was still making preparations calmly, as if he didn't know what nervousness was, and he was very confident in himself.
"Faul!"
Wang Peng became nervous and used too much strength. The ball was sent directly out of bounds. He took a few deep breaths, took out the second ball from his pocket, slapped it on the ground, tried to calm himself down, and then threw the ball. Everyone in the court It was quiet, and everyone held their breath and stared at the ball in his hand with different thoughts.
"Xiao Youyou, during the game, does the serve have to be in the front two areas?" Hong Xiqi asked again.
"Yes." Tao You nodded, "Serve diagonally. If he serves from the right side of the field, the ball must land in the service area on the opposite left side for it to count." She added.
Gu Yi also came over and said to Hong Xiqi, "I'm a professional, you can ask me."
Hong Xiqi had no time to pay attention to him. She waved at him casually and said perfunctorily: "I'll ask you next time."
The sky was dark, and more and more people came to watch the game. The aisles in the stands were full of people. There were many small flying insects gathering under the big lights in the stadium. There were constant cheers in the stadium. Song Yimian’s performance The game was coming to an end. He was full of aura and played relatively restrained. The result was obvious. Wang Peng lost confidence as early as halfway through the game. He was even a little afraid of Song Yimian. His aura was suppressed by Song Yimian. He couldn't stand it anymore. With respect for the game, he still played the remaining rounds seriously.
"The game is over, the score is two to one! One wins!" The referee reported the final result while sitting on a high chair.
Everyone who supported No. 1 Middle School cheered, and Tao Youye and Hong Xiqi hugged each other excitedly, with excitement overflowing from their brows.
"You are very good. I am convinced that I lost." After the game, Wang Peng walked to the net and shook hands with Song Yimian, admiring from the bottom of his heart.
"Thank you, you're not bad either." Song Yimian remained expressionless and thanked him calmly. Wang Peng lowered his head and smiled bitterly, knowing that he was trying to comfort himself. Song Yimian also saved him face and gave him a round so that his results would not look too shabby, but he knew that Song Yimian won easily. , He didn't even use his full strength. It's hard to imagine him trying his best. What a terrifying opponent he would be.
Wang Peng returned to the stands dejectedly, and coaches and players gathered around him, patting him on the shoulder to comfort him.
"Not bad." Coach Tan replied
Song Yimian, who came back sweating, said, "It's not too much." He pointed out that he was trying to save face for his opponent.
Song Yimian didn't go up to the stands. He had water in his mouth, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then put them down instantly.
"Fat Song, it's okay!" Tao You stood in the stands, just at the same level as Song Yimian, and put his arms around Song Yimian's neck, and when he touched the sweat on his neck, he let go of his hand in disgust, She didn't forget to rub it on his clothes, "Not bad, not bad. You can fight well. Keep up the fight in the next few games. If you win, I'll treat you to dinner."
"Can you eat anything?" Song Yimian asked.
Tao You nodded generously.
"It's a deal!" Song Yimian said unceremoniously, "Don't regret it then."
Tao You said boldly: "A gentleman's words are hard to catch! When have I ever lied to you, brother?" Under the light, her round eyes were as bright as shining ink jade, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was dazzling. Song Yi reluctantly looked away without leaving any trace.
The next game started immediately, and everyone was involved again. Tao You was not interested in other people's games. He took out his homework and put it on his lap to do it. He didn't forget to explain to Tao's mother when he got home later.
'Still in school? "Mother Tao sent a message.
Tao You looked at the time and saw that it was getting late. She would definitely not be able to wait until the end of the game. She thought that Tao's father and Tao's mother would go home soon, and she had to go back quickly. If Tao's mother wanted to pick her up from school, It would be terrible if he was discovered.
'Want to pick you up? "The next second, messages from Tao's mother continued to be sent.
Tao You took a breath and quickly replied: "I'm going back now, you don't have to come to pick me up." " He quickly put away his schoolbag and said to Hong Xiqi and others: "My mother sent me a message, I have to go back first, bye. "
"Remember to send a message when you get home." Song Yimian reminded, "Don't be the same as last time."
Tao You nodded wildly, struggled to shuttle through the stands, and walked toward the door. Behind the stands, Ding Ziming, wearing a sweatshirt and hat, also walked out of the field at this time, lowering his head and thinking, and did not apologize if he bumped into someone.
Song Yimian was resting in the stands. From the corner of his eye, he saw a black object passing by in the corner, like a camera. When he looked closely, there was nothing there. He thought he had seen it wrong, so he didn't pay attention.
