"The warm-up is over. The fifth game begins now." The referee gave the order, "The first one will serve first."
For a second, the audience became relatively quiet.
Song Yimian and Gu Yi looked at each other meaningfully, bumped fists, stood at the baseline, took out a ball from their pockets, and patted the ball with their heads down casually.
"Idol serves first!" Yuan Yuzhou said. He saw someone from behind carrying a camera and walked to the front to take pictures, and then he remembered to take a video with his mobile phone. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, video. I almost forgot."
Tao You turned sideways and saw Song Yimian arching his body slightly and tapping the ball on the ground with ease twice to get familiar with the feel of the ball, like a bow ready to go.
She held her breath and concentrated, constantly adjusting her nervous breathing and slightly trembling hands. Song Yimian was the only one left in her blazing eyes.
Two seconds later, Song Yimian threw the ball high, looked up, turned his body slightly, bent his knees and jumped lightly, holding the racket in his right hand, drawing a perfect arc.
"boom!"
Hit the ball!
Song Yimian's serve was so fast that the racket left an afterimage in mid-air, making it difficult to see his entire movement clearly.
Tao You's eyes were fixed on the ball flying towards the opposite court. His hands suddenly grabbed his pants and he forgot to breathe because of nervousness.
——If you hit it so high, it won’t go out of bounds.
She couldn't help but feel worried. Although there were two opportunities to serve, the first one went out of bounds, which will definitely affect the mentality of the second serve.
Tao You was not the only one to be worried, Yuan Yuzhou and Xie Yu were all worried about Song Yimian. Even Luo Xiaowei, who had been sitting calmly on the chair, his eyes tightened a bit.
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The ball had a lot of spin and successfully landed in the service boundary. It was a very tricky angle, and it would get stuck at the angle between the midfield line and the service boundary. It seems that both opponents can easily catch the ball, but they may not be able to successfully fight back.
Tao You raised his eyebrows, blinked, and took a long breath to relax.
"I'll do it!" The player on the opposite side of the baseline shouted to his partner, stepped forward and returned the ball.
"nice shot!"
"Wow!"
"Idol! That's amazing! This is my idol! Just serve!" Yuan Yuzhou was so excited that veins popped up in his neck. He pointed at Song Yimian and then at himself, with a look of pride bursting out of his eyes. I can't wait to introduce Song Yimian to everyone in one second, "My idol is so awesome! Idol, come on!"
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The audience, which had been quiet for some time, burst into warm applause again the moment Song Yimian's serve landed. Not many people paid special attention to how Yihui's team members returned the ball.
--Amazing!
Tao You stared blankly at the corner where the ball landed for a few seconds, thinking that his serve was not very stable, and when he looked back at Song Yimian, there was a little more admiration in his eyes.
"Beautiful!" Song Xiaoan jumped a step and shouted excitedly.
Although she kept saying how little she cared about Song Yimian's game, her body was very honest. From the moment Song Yimian came on the field, her eyes never left the third scene, and her hand holding the phone was nervous. She was trembling slightly, her companions in the game kept calling her to go back, but she didn't seem to hear her. It wasn't until the ball landed successfully that she breathed a sigh of relief and returned her attention to the half-played game on her phone.
"Little Yuanzi, come back." Zhang San looked at Yuan Yuzhou's back and glanced at the camera that turned around from time to time. He couldn't help but persuade him, "You can see it if you sit back. If you do this, the people behind you will be blocked by you. Already."
After hearing this, Yuan Yuzhou put the phone there, turned and sat back, drank some water to moisten his throat, his voice was already a little hoarse. He said proudly, "Sure, I'll win for sure. Oh, you're my idol, your performance is still so stable."
On the court, Song Yimian and Gu Yi flexibly exchanged positions. Every time the other side turned sideways, stepped forward, or swung the racket, they knew what he was going to do next. They had a tacit understanding.
There is no need to inform the other party out loud.
In contrast, the two opposing team members clearly lacked tacit understanding.
"Fifteen to zero, one shot ahead." A few minutes later, because the two players of Yihui did not have a tacit understanding, they watched the ball pass by them, and the first game ended.
Zhang San crossed his legs, put one hand on the back of Yuan Yuzhou's chair, and tapped his fingertips rhythmically, "It's a pity that I can't catch such a good ball." He sighed and said regretfully.
"Didn't you say you caught the ball?..." The team member standing in front turned around and asked weakly with a confused look on his face.
"What's the matter with you? I told you I'll take the ball. If you stand in front and don't move away, how can I catch the ball?!" Another team member gasped, yelled angrily, and whispered in a low voice. Scold, turn around and return to the bottom line.
The team member standing in front pursed his lips and made no rebuttal, but looked extremely embarrassed.
"It's really useless!"
The referee blew the whistle and stopped them from fighting in time. "The second game begins!"
At this time, the door opened, and boxes of insulated boxes containing hot and fragrant lunch boxes were brought in by the staff.
Song Yimian glanced around and paused, stopped preparing to serve, stood up and whispered a few words to Gu Yi, and saw Gu Yi gestured to him that it was okay and returned to his position.
In the second game, Song Yimian served first, but his and Gu Yi's offensive tendencies were even more intense than in the first game. There was a sense of deja vu that it would be a quick victory and they didn't want to waste any more time with you.
"You brat, why are you in such a hurry? You are in such a hurry to reincarnate." Coach Tan put his hands on his hips and said in a rough voice, "Look, look, you can't even catch the opponent. What are you doing? I have completely forgotten what I just said before the game." At first glance, these words seemed to be blaming Song Yimian and Gu Yi for going too far, and worrying about the two players on the opposite side of Yihui, but the tone was somewhat lacking in sincerity. .
The coach of Yihui Middle School heard this and turned his head to look at Coach Tan.
Coach Sun glanced at the box being pushed over and said clearly, "You must be hungry. I'm in a hurry to eat. It's been such a long time."
Coach Tan raised his forehead helplessly, "It's really... when can't you eat? Hey, how can you let the opponent be so tired just because you're hungry? How disobedient." " He said, glancing sideways at Yihui's two coaches, and seeing the unclear expressions on their faces, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and hurriedly coughed a few more times to cover up, and returned to a serious expression.
"Thirty to zero, the second game is over. Exchange venues, exchange serves."
