At the end of the intermission, Song Hao replenished his energy and played again.
"Song Hao vs. Tan Songwen, second half, first game, starting now, Song Hao serves!" The referee returned to his high position, turned over the folder in his hand, and blew his whistle. Everyone on the court held their breath and concentrated, not disturbing the two people who were already on the court.
After the first half of the competition, he seemed to have opened up the two channels of Ren Tong and no longer blindly followed Tan Songwen's rhythm. The game time passed minute by minute. The heavy rain outside the house stopped when no one was paying attention. The dark clouds dispersed, hiding behind The sunshine that had been behind the clouds for a long time quietly revealed a few rays of light. Song Hao found his own rhythm and slowly began to become more comfortable.
"This," Yuan Yuzhou drank the last drop of Coke in the bottle, pointed to the court with one finger, and looked at Luo Xiaowei with admiration, "Captain, you are really right! How did you know?! Do you have Predictive ability?! Then can you predict who will win in the end, Song Hao or Tan Songwen?"
Tao You also looked at Luo Xiaowei with admiration. Within a few seconds, his attention was attracted by the coughing sound next to him.
"Have you caught a cold?" Tao You looked at Song Yimian with doubts in his eyes.
"No." Song Yimian glanced at Tao You quickly, then returned to the field and put down the hand in front of his mouth.
Tao You nodded and said: "Let me just say, I was fine just now, but I caught a cold just after blowing on the air conditioner for so long. My physical fitness is not so bad."
Luo Xiaowei took a throat lozenge and spoke slowly under Yuan Yuzhou's expectant eyes: "I don't know."
Yuan Yuzhou lowered his face and muttered to himself: "I think Song Hao will definitely win."
As soon as Yuan Yuzhou finished speaking, Song Hao successfully scored a point in the first game of the second half. The score changed from 2:1 in the first half to a 2:2 draw.
"Well done! Song Hao, keep up the good work, I'm optimistic about you!" Yuan Yuzhou stood up suddenly and clapped vigorously. He was even happier than he had won the game, and he almost jumped up on the spot.
Fortunately, there were many spectators around who shouted excitedly, so Yuan Yuzhou's behavior was not too abrupt.
As soon as Zhang San was pulled back, Yuan Yuzhou, who was jumping up and down in front of his seat and blocking the view behind him, was very helpless to him: "Don't be too happy, you just won one game, and now it's a draw. You seem to have already decided the winner." It’s like a loss.”
"Brother Zhang, which side are you on?" Yuan Yuzhou was dissatisfied with Zhang San's words, "The captain said Song Hao would win, right, captain."
Luo Xiaowei did not answer his words, and said without any beginning or end: "There is a huge disparity in strength, so we must outsmart him."
"Tan Songwen prefers to hit fast balls, especially flat-draw balls. They are quite powerful and hit near the baseline almost every time. Generally, even if he catches the ball, it is difficult to return the ball well. This is his winning point. One, he used this to break the opponent's psychological defense and win in several games last year."
"You have also seen Song Hao during his usual training. He is a typical defensive player. Although he practiced late, his strength is only in the middle. He will also be outpaced because he cannot judge the ball's landing point well. This is also This is the shortcoming that Coach Tan talks about the most, but he can still defend many tricky balls very well, which is his biggest characteristic." Song Yimian saw Tao You holding his chin blankly, his eyes following the ball back and forth. Turning, he explained.
"You can't judge the landing point of the ball, but you can still hit it back, or is it a tricky ball?!" Yuan Yuzhou started listening carefully from the moment Song Yimian made a sound. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh, "There is such a strange person in No. 1 Middle School. !”
——Yes, this is also the most amazing thing I have felt since this month of training. How can one person hit the ball well at the same time when he doesn't know exactly where the next ball will land and when there are problems with his positioning?
Tao You added silently in his heart. Every time I watch Song Hao play during training, I worry whether he will be tired and cause problems because he keeps running all over the court. Coach Tan also likes to put together several of his duels, one after another. Without stopping.
"Tan Songwen is still too impatient and easily irritable." Luo Xiaowei continued to add.
Several people's eyes returned to the court. Sure enough, just like Luo Xiaowei said, Tan Songwen's ball had begun to become unstable. Although it was not obvious yet, you could still see it if you looked closely.
"Once Tan Songwen starts to get anxious, his control will deteriorate, and his ball will be particularly easy to fall into the net or go out of bounds." Song Yimian continued what Luo Xiaowei said. . First\./Posted\./Updated\./New`..Mobile version (The next page will be more exciting!)
As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Songwen was too strong and hit a high-pressure ball out of bounds, losing the end. Song Hao won the game again, 2:3, with the last game left.
Tan Songwen cursed in a low voice in annoyance, twirling the racket with one hand and pulling out his sweat-covered hair with the other, his expression becoming more fierce.
When changing places, Tan Songwen seemed to accidentally "touch" Song Hao's arm, but Song Hao took a few steps back.
"Why is Tan Songwen still bumping into someone?! Such a person is allowed to continue playing?! He will be eliminated immediately!"
Not only Yuan Yuzhou, but also many people present spoke angrily. The members of the No. 1 Middle School who were waiting aside were so anxious that they stood up and walked forward to express their grievances for Song Hao, but were stopped by Coach Tan's eyes.
"He just took advantage of the fact that this was just a friendly match. If this were a regular match, I'd like to see if he has the guts." Tao You leaned close to Song Yimian's ear, using one hand as a fan and fanning the wind to calm down his anger. .
"Beep!" Living up to expectations, the referee blew the whistle, "Tan Songwen, first warning!"
The voices in the audience were quieter, but there were still voices of dissatisfaction.
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"I said, your team's Tan Songwen is too uncompetitive." Coach Tan complained to the coach of No. 13 Middle School, who was already dark-faced. "Not even a child would do such a thing." He curled his lips disdainfully. horn.
"He's still your nephew." The coach of No. 13 Middle School tried to shirk the blame. "Weren't you the one who taught him before he entered No. 13 Middle School? Why do you have the nerve to say that?"
Coach Tan retorted with reason: "So what about my nephew? He is your team member now and you are his coach. When I taught him, I did not teach him how to do such a shameful thing. If I remember correctly, Your school was famous before because some players did this kind of thing on the court, and they were suspended for several years, right?"
The coach of No. 13 Middle School had nothing to say in reply. He clasped his hands behind his back and his face became as heavy as if it had been smeared with dozens of layers of coal. He turned around and sat down on the bench.
Coach Tan also lost his face, and the anger in his heart kept rising. This nephew had been disobedient and had gone astray since he was a child. It took him several years to bring him back to the right path, and now he asked Thirteen The middle belt ran away. Thinking about how to deal with him when he goes back.
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The venue was changed, and it was Tan Songwen's turn to serve. I don't know if the warning just now disrupted his rhythm, or Song Hao's change gave him a sense of urgency. Two consecutive serves fell into the net, and his brows were furrowed as if they could pinch a fly.
"Faul! Zero, change the venue, Song Hao serves!" the referee made a note on the paper and shouted.
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"Tan Songwen!" The coach of No. 13 Middle School still couldn't hold it back. He walked forward and lay on the fence. He wanted to remind him a few words, but was stopped by Coach Tan, "Don't forget..."
"What are you doing! You're breaking the rules. We're playing a game. I want to remind you what you did earlier." Coach Tan didn't expect that the coach of No. 13 Middle School would do this. His favorability towards No. 13 Middle School dropped several notches again, directly to negative. He also wanted to know clearly from whom Tan Songwen learned this bad habit.
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"By the way, captain, Tan Songwen is in a hurry now and has made a lot of mistakes with the ball, but the gap between Song Hao and him is there. We can't wait for Tan Songwen to keep making mistakes and win the game." Yuan Yuzhou ate something that he didn't know where it came from. Popcorn.
Luo Xiaowei took another throat lozenge and said, "The chance of winning is not high."
"But there is still a chance." Song Yimian retorted immediately.
Luo Xiaowei turned his head, raised the brim of his hat, and his pair of single eyelids looked somewhat similar to Song Yimian's. He met Song Yimian's eyes, and in an instant, the fire was radiating, and they refused to give in.
Tao You and Yuan Yuzhou watched the two people who were farthest away from each other talk seamlessly back and forth. They looked at each other, swallowed, and closed their mouths in unison, wisely choosing not to participate in the next fairy fight. dialogue.
"Song Hao is temporarily in the lead now, but it is only temporary. How long can this kind of score obtained by luck last?" Luo Xiaowei stared at Song Yimian and said. First\./issued\./updated\./new`..mobile version
Song Yimian also showed no sign of weakness: "Song Hao relies not only on luck, he has his own playing characteristics. You haven't noticed that he is much more calm now than at the beginning. (The next page is more exciting!)
? No matter how fast the ball is, he can try his best to catch it. He is like a sponge, able to absorb and tolerate the ball well. He can also quickly find the opponent's playing habits and find a suitable way to fight back. Moreover, the speed of the ball he hit back has also slowed down a lot, and the spin has also increased. On the surface, he is still being led to the rhythm, but in fact he is already in his own rhythm. The ball Song Hao returns will only It made Tan Song uncomfortable and ruined his rhythm. "
"Oh, slow ball," Luo Xiaowei sneered, "In martial arts in the world, only fast ones can't break. The same is true on the court. No matter how much spin there is, what's the use? If the speed is slow, the opponent can better judge the landing point and advance in advance. No matter how bad-tempered or unstable he is in terms of movement, Tan Songwen’s basic skills are still there, and if he can return the ball with just a volley, then Song Hao is doing useless work!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Songwen on the court confirmed Luo Xiaowei's words. He stood in front of the net and successfully intercepted the ball. Song Hao failed to move in time and lost the ball. First\./issued\./updated\./new`..mobile version
3:3
It’s match point!
"If you don't have enough strength, it's useless no matter how many skills you have. They're all just showboating." Luo Xiaowei saw that Song Yimian remained silent and continued, "What a sponge, what tolerance, even if he can find the opponent's shortcomings while playing the game. , and find a suitable method, how much time will be left for him to counterattack in the end?! Furthermore, these should be preparations that should be made before the game, rather than waiting until the game is played to observe."
Song Yimian's hands on his knees gradually tightened. He knew that Luo Xiaowei was right, and any rebuttal seemed pale and weak now.
The first time Tao You saw Song Yimian's rebuttal, he explained so much. In the end, he was still speechless. Usually he was the one who said what Luo Xiaowei said. She lowered her eyes and widened her eyes in the darkness, silently sighing that the world is so big and there are people outside of it.
Seeing that Song Yimian looked bad, she reached out and shook Song Yimian's clenched fist, signaling him not to pay too much attention to what others said. She thought Song Yimian was so angry because Song Hao was his teammate and he was protecting him.
The two people's argumentative explanations provided free explanations to everyone around them and made the situation on the field more clear.
"Captain is so fierce." Yuan Yuzhou didn't dare to express his anger, so he quietly touched behind Zhang San's ear and said.
"Amian, when did you become so unreasonable?" As soon as Luo Xiaowei said these words, Tao You and others were shocked and looked at Song Yimian and Luo Xiaowei uniformly. .
