escape!
If possible, Pospisil would have wanted to escape, but the remaining sense of shame stung his heart, and he still reacted instinctively.
Reach out and intercept.
Even though he was scared, Pospisil still did not forget his work. His muscles responded on his behalf and subconsciously stretched out the racket, even if his brain was screaming and cursing, even if his mind was filled with the sound of fleeing, hitting the ball. It has also been completed.
The knees are shaking slightly.
Tennis all starts with the legs. If the steps are not stable, at least half of the impact of the ball will be lost, and the basic support may not even be completed.
At this point, that's it.
Pospisil's racket stretched out and intercepted Gawain's hitting line, but...
There is no support and no strength.
My calves were shaking violently, and my knees couldn't even straighten.
From the perspective of onlookers, the most intuitive and objective thing is that Pospisil's hand hitting action is set up, but his body and torso are escaping.
...So, is this considered to be outspoken?
It seems extremely long to describe, but in fact, the tennis ball hit the racket directly.
Pospisil finally escaped and used his racket to block the tennis ball to avoid the fear of being concentrated, but the effect was not satisfactory.
The wrist is soft.
The tennis ball hit the racket dully, and the force continued to squeeze and hit at high speed. There was no reaction force as expected. It bumped against the racket and continued to move forward until it was exhausted. Then it rebounded again due to its own impact reaction force. When I went back, I no longer had much strength.
call out.
Falling parabola.
The rebounded tennis ball fell vertically tiredly, like a meteor falling into the earth, and hit the lower part of the net.
nothingness.
Weak.
Gululu, rolled back to the soles of Pospisil again.
Just...that's it?
The entire audience was filled with astonishment, they couldn’t believe their eyes——
A point that was so wonderful, so exciting, so tense and so high-energy actually ended in such a nihilistic way?
What is this...?
Not to mention the audience, even Sock and Dimitrov did not react. They froze in place, looking at each other in astonishment.
However, Pospisil had no time to think about this. He only had one thought in his mind:
Escape from death.
Then, there was a burst of fear, goosebumps instantly spread all over the corners of the body, and the knees began to tremble quickly. After the tennis ball hit the racket hard, it seemed that all the strength in the calves was drained. As soon as the knees softened, the body fell crookedly.
Shake, shake, shake!
It was just a little bit, really just a little bit close, that Percy Pissil's shorts were really going to get wet.
Thump thump thump thump…
The heart was beating wildly, almost bursting, filling the entire chest, making breathing uncomfortable and making it hard to breathe.
Huchi, wheeze.
Pospisil gasped for air, but found that he could never catch much oxygen, and his whole body began to tremble with belated fear.
"...Vasek?"
The call came from far and near, stirring up waves of echoes.
Pospisil raised his head blankly, barely refocused, and vaguely saw Sok's face.
Gudu.
Pospisil finally came back to his senses, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes filled with tears, and he was almost about to cry:
He, he is really in trouble, why is he always the one who gets hurt?
But……
But!
One after another, Pospisil's brain began to work again, and then he felt the caring gazes projected from all directions.
With Gawain and Dimitrov as well as the entire audience, the entire stadium was buzzing with a buzzing sound, and the heat wave seemed to be boiling.
What should he do?
Pospisil also didn’t think about whether he should stand up and point at Gawain’s nose, shouting curses and accusing Gawain of trying to murder him just now, or whether he should stand up calmly and pretend that nothing happened and then look at him contemptuously. Gawain smiled to let him know that those threats could not intimidate him.
The former, or the latter?
Before he could clear his mind, Pospisil heard the referee's questioning voice, "Vasek, is everything okay?"
A thrill!
Pospisil immediately realized that his embarrassment and weakness had been exposed in front of everyone, and immediately straightened his back and stood up quickly.
"fine."
"I'm fine."
In order to emphasize that he was fine, Pospisil jumped twice to reassure the referee and Sock.
In fact, Pospisil's calves were trembling all the time, and his steps were slightly weak, and he felt that he couldn't hold back the strength when he pushed on the ground——
Just now, the close combat between you and me was too intense; moreover, you can feel the murderous aura and pressure coming to your face twice before and after. The fear and excitement are indeed beyond the load range of the heart, so that now breathing is a bit difficult. rapid.
but!
Can't be seen.
Pospisil didn't dare to look at Gawain and Dimitrov - of course, he didn't want to. He raised his racket in a pretentious manner, gestured to the two people opposite him to show that he was fine, and then turned and walked towards the baseline. The kind of person who is free and easy, waving his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.
It wasn't until he returned to the baseline and used the towel to wipe his sweat that Pospisil buried his cheek in the towel, took a deep breath, and took another deep breath.
Tears almost burst out of his eyes again, but Pospisil quickly covered his eyes with a towel to hide his embarrassment.
Turn around.
Step up.
Pospisil returned to the bottom line——
etc.
It took a lot of slow shots before Pospisil realized something was not right.
"6:5".
With the point just now, the Gao Wen combination successfully broke serve for the first time in the game, and they were about to serve to win the set, but before that, there was a break between games.
Therefore, Gao Wen and Dimitrov had returned to the dugout; Sock was also planning to go back, but he saw Pospisil stupidly walking towards the baseline and called several times in succession but was unable to stop his partner. He could only Standing in the court, hands on hips, waiting patiently.
It wasn't until Pospisil turned around and saw Sock that Sock spread his hands and said, "Break between games, partner."
Pospisil wished he could dig a hole on the spot and get in there.
Assuming that he was a pangolin, how long would it take for him to dig a hole? Is thirty seconds enough?
With miscellaneous thoughts surging in his mind, Pospisil lowered his head to join Sock and return to the players' dugout.
Sok thought for a while and asked, "Man, are you sure you're okay?"
Pospisil has many, many thoughts in his mind——
The embarrassment just now, the break of serve, Gawain's active attack... and so on, his head almost exploded.
Pospisil shook his head at Sok, "I just need to take a breath," and then he buried his head in the towel again, trying to find a moment of peace.
Next, the Gao Wen combination's serve won the set. Pospisil needed to be calm and focused, otherwise the victory in the first set would be given away.
But this is really not an easy task.
(End of chapter)
