Pospithil despaired

He has prepared in advance, he has concentrated his attention, he has mobilized all potentials, he has reached the extreme in all aspects, and he is attacking with all his strength.

However, it fell short.

Just a little bit.

In the slightest.

The arc of mustard yellow crossed the head of the racket amazingly and smartly, drawing a full arc, and then fell like a shooting star.

come down.

rotate.

burst.

The tennis ball, falling on the red soil, exploded into a swirling imprint, just like a sunflower in full bloom, with petals spinning and blooming, and bits of red soil flying and dancing.

within bounds.

The landing, so clear and so precise, just inside the doubles touchline, half a step behind Pospihir's position, creates a boomerang effect.

Score.

break!

The audience is surging.

Roaring, surging.

Even if I saw it with my own eyes, I still couldn't control my admiration and praise; even if I was close at hand, I still couldn't help but doubt my eyes.

ah!

Ahhh!

The charm of the doubles game is fully displayed at this moment. From the front of the net to the bottom line, the three-dimensional space of the entire court is utilized to the extreme.

It turns out that tennis courts still have such lines and landing points; it turns out that there are such breakouts in a full-coverage offensive and defensive confrontation.

Incredible.

Emotionally.

However, those cheers, applause, and exclamation had nothing to do with Pospihir, and there was only a roar in his ears.

He, just like this, watched the tennis ball find a mysterious landing point comparable to a peach blossom garden, opened up a whole new world, a world that he had never seen and had no way of knowing, laughed at his ignorance and narrowness, those who were proud and those who were confident, All broken little by little.

How... how... how did that guy do it?

this line? Where is this?

How did it all happen?

He has no reservations, but still helpless?

That kind of powerlessness, pulling the ankle, falling quickly, the slightly trembling knee seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the body anymore, and it just fell limp.

poof.

In this way, Pospisil fell to his knees following the force of his forward body, and fell to the ground, just like the little mermaid in Andersen's fairy tale.

Desperately.

At a loss.

Just like that, he stared blankly at the landing point of Gao Wen's return ball, and finally threw himself on the ground, hiding his head in his hands, and escaped from this world.

So, what should he do?

Or to be more precise, what else could he do?

Pospihir, no answer.

In the singles arena, Bospisil faced Gao Wen, but he couldn't find a way to break the game. It felt like a mosquito falling into a spider's web.

He originally thought that the situation would be different in the doubles arena, but he has tried everything, why is there still no change?

That sense of aggrieved, that sense of sleepiness, that sense of oppression... that feeling of being so full of anger that it was about to burst but could not be vented and had to shut up and swallow it, and finally swallowed myself in a rampage in my mind, really

Terrible.

Really, it sucks.

"ah."

Even to vent, he just let out a muffled low cry, his voice seemed to be trapped deep in his throat, and he couldn't even cry out, and he wanted to hit the wall irritably.

"0:3".

Not only the second set, but also the whole game.

The disintegration of Pospihir can be seen.

Sock stepped forward and helped his partner stand up. He tried to comfort Pospisil and told his partner that they should enjoy the game

This is the end of the matter, and it won't help. If this is the case, then it is better to temporarily put aside the obsession with winning or losing, and enjoy the game. After all, this is the final of the Masters; after all, this is Monte Carlo. Next time they are facing the sea. You don't know when to play on a field full of flowers.

Suoke, indeed, was able to relax and maintain a relaxed and happy posture.

But Pospihir is unknown.

There was nothing Sock could do about it, anyway, he had tried his best.

From the next game, we can see some clues.

In the fourth game, "15:0".

In the next point, Sock made a volley error in the strong confrontation with Gao Wenwang

The angle of the racket face is not controlled correctly, so that the parabola of the return ball directly rises.

This is basically equivalent to a feed, handing over all the attacking power to the opponent, and it will only appear when practicing hitting the ball in front of the net.

The mistake was purely Sock's own simple mistake.

Sock saw that something was wrong, because Gao Wen's forehand was already set up, his firepower was fully fired, and he was obviously going to smash directly to seal the winning point.

So, what should Sock do?

Thok, make an unexpected move

He's like a groundhog.

When a woodchuck burrows into a burrow, the chubby **** tends to get stuck outside, so the little guy has to waddle and shake to get in, but the furry ball stays outside, almost It is equivalent to an obvious gun target, waiting for the enemy to attack.

Sock, too.

He turned around, bent over, bowed, and deliberately pouted his butt.

Gao Wen:? ? ?

audience:? ? ?

Gao Wen didn't expect Sock's move at all. After he swung his forehand, he saw Sock's movement half a beat later. The package, removes all the power of the tennis ball, and turns it into a small ball in front of the net.

Snapped.

When the tennis ball hit the ground, there was almost no power attached to it at this time, and it formed two jumps in a blink of an eye, scoring easily.

However, the score goes to the score, what is going on in this scene?

Gao Wen's eyes widened. This was definitely something he had never encountered in his short career, and he blurted out a dumbfounded exclamation.

"Jack!"

As soon as the words were uttered, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, and he couldn't help laughing.

but see-

Sock patted his **** smartly, stood up straight again, turned around, smiling all over his face.

"Gao Wen, the target is here, so close, and you missed it? No, you can't."

Gao Wen: ...

Gao Wen, who was usually eloquent, was rarely speechless. Looking at the laughing Suoke, he couldn't hold back his laughter.

Ha ha!

The audience roared with laughter.

The audience at the scene were all surprised. Seeing the skit in front of them, which was comparable to a pantomime, the game that had no suspense was once again cheerful.

Sock even went to the front of the net~www.mtlnovel.com~ opened his arms and gave Gao Wen a hug, "Dude, next time you see a target, you should aim for the bull's-eye and shoot, understand?"

A smile surged in Gawain's chest, "Haha, I understand, Colonel Sock, the order is accepted."

Sock snapped his fingers triumphantly, and then blinked at the dumbfounded Dimitrov, as if to say: Study hard.

Even with that, Dimitrov didn't hold back, and burst out laughing. The atmosphere of the game became cheerful, and the audience was filled with laughter.

Perhaps, Pospihir is the only exception.

He felt lonely like never before, standing alone on the bottom line, with his hands on his waist, looking at the two good friends in front of the net, his face full of lovelessness:

What if the doubles partner gets cold feet? Urgent, wait online.

(end of this chapter)