Net Wang Li Haida Center Liu cut empty cicada

"7:6, Kirihara takes the lead, the game is off."

Kirihara came down from the field with the racket in his hand, stood on the bench beside the field and leaned over to flip through the water bottle in his bag. The temperature in Kanagawa in August is very high. Although a game has not been finished yet, there are already several empty bottles at Kirihara's feet.

Yukimura sat on the referee chair with a hat on his head to block the sun.The afternoon sun is very good, but it is not friendly to the players on the field.After training for more than a week, even Nioh, who was looking for shade to hide, was completely dark.

"I'm afraid Xianichiro is going to lose again." The remaining main players hid in the shade under the referee's chair, and Liu held a notebook to study, looking quite relieved, "Chiya's condition is slowly returning .”

"I hope so." Yagyu squeezed his water bottle. He just defeated Marui and Kuwabara 6:4 with Nioh, although the process of winning the game was quite difficult.They won three break points in one game, but they cashed in one.On the inventory, Marui and Kuwahara counterattacked, and the score was almost robbed to 5:5. "It's been so many days, Kirihara-kun should have reacted by now."

The pen in Liu's hand was stained with sweat and was greasy.He put the pen into the notebook, rubbing his palms against his shirt, thinking about a phone call from Kirihara a few nights ago, and the other end shouted excitedly, "Senior, I want to understand, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.Liu didn't feel embarrassed to disturb the enthusiasm of his junior, so he put the phone on the side and sorted out the data while answering a few times absent-mindedly.In the end, Qie Yuanxu babbled for more than an hour before realizing that it was not too early, and after yelling a bunch of apologies, he cut off the phone without waiting for Liu Duo to say anything.

"Yeah, it's time to react." Liu smiled lightly, tapping the head-to-head data with the tip of the pen. Kirihara has made great progress since he found a coach last year, and his head-to-head data with himself and Sanada's opponents is very fast. In the Kanto Conference The previous wins have already surpassed the losses.

"Time." Yukimura's voice on the coach's chair sounded weak, and several candidates standing in the shadows looked up in unison, fearing that the minister would fall off the referee's chair.

"What are you looking at? Think I'm Akaya?" Yukimura tilted his head and saw the upturned heads below, "That's why he fell headfirst from the referee chair."

"minister!"

"Be careful with the warning, Akaya? Play your game well."

Kirihara pursed his lips, and walked towards the baseline with the racket in hand.Next was his serve to win the game. When he was about to serve, the audience fell silent, only the cicadas were singing in the woods not far away.

But it was quiet for a while, Kirihara was still bouncing the ball slowly on the baseline, and the front-runners on the other end became a little noisy.

"Hey Fumta Marui, come over, I'm in the sun."

"Quiet!" Yukimura coughed and drew out his voice, "The players are ready. Chiya, are you going to bounce the ball a few times? Why haven't you seen you dawdling like this before?"

There is actually a reason.

Although Yukimura Sanada and Yanagi can joke, ah, Yukimura and Yanagi can joke about asking Kirihara to watch Safin's game to study how the temper-tempered former world No. [-] smashed the shot. A good Kirihara will set an example for his temper.

Of course, a poker face is not suitable for being a role model, this one is more suitable for being an idol.

So Kirihara was asked by his seniors to watch a lot of Nadal's game videos during the training camp. He counted the number of successes and remembered the number of times he got the ball with a racket and then with his hands.

Then it was successfully applied to the internal training games of the past few days, and the seven seniors just watched the juniors take longer and longer to prepare to serve and made more and more moves.

Yukimura regretted letting him watch Nadal's game. Obviously, it's better to watch the poker face game, after all, the serve is fast.

But they didn't say much, because according to Liu, who was disturbed by his juniors at [-] o'clock in the evening, Kirihara seemed to mention in his more than an hour's random thoughts that extending the preparation time before serving is conducive to peace of mind and concentration.

On the field, Kirihara glanced at the referee's chair embarrassedly, then raised his hand and prepared to serve.Sanada on the opposite side of the field had been preparing for a long time, and after judging the angle of his serve, he headed towards the path of the ball.

In the outer corner, Sanada led the racket and hit the ball back with a forehand.The ball chose a straight line and rushed to the baseline.Kirihara, who was on the opposite side, also stared at Sanada's movements, and ran to the vicinity of the landing point ahead of time, and hit a slash with his backhand.The speed of the ball was very fast, the landing point was also very precise, and it hit the sideline.

"15:0."

Kirihara watched the ball land firmly within bounds before he exhaled and stood up straight. He raised his hand and pressed his wrist guard to his forehead to wipe off the sweat that was about to fall, and walked slowly back to the serving line.

He himself knows the changes in the state best. Even if he doesn't realize it, the changes in the score sheet and the better and better data he gets every day will not lie.Up to now more than a week of training, the score is getting better and better, and the sum of all kinds of mistakes has been steadily decreasing since the first day.

It's just that the few games he played with the minister were still miserable, as always.

Kirihara felt that he had taken a look at it, anyway, no matter how bad it was, it would not be worse than the match in the Kanto Tournament, and no matter how ugly it was, it would not be worse than the penalty.

But the scene still needs to be found. Recently, he began to think about how to convince his seniors that he could fight Fuji when he met Qingxue in the national competition.

"Out, second shot."

Calm down and take a few more shots.Kirihara pulled his thoughts back, his wrist shook slightly, and he watched the ball bounce between the ground and the racket, so he should be more stable on the second serve, and hit the outside corner.

In bounds, Sanada hit back with a backhand, but the speed of the ball softened a bit.Kirihara seized the opportunity to slice the ball back with the racket down, and then went up to the net.His chip went deep and Sanada chased a lob.

Alas, he is still a little short.Kirihara sighed silently, had to give up the idea of ​​smashing the ball in the frontcourt, turned half sideways and backed away, waiting for the ball to land before hitting the ball over the net.

It’s good to grow taller. Few professional players are under 1.8 meters tall, and there is a trend of getting taller and taller.Being tall has an advantage.

"out,15:15"

One inadvertently returned the ball out of bounds.Kirihara puffed out his mouth in annoyance, looked at the ball rolling slowly on the ground, turned around and returned to the baseline.

Concentrate, he told himself secretly, take a few more shots, and try to hit an ace. The inside corner seems to be good, and he can fight fast with the first serve.

"30:15"

"Game and set, Kirihara, 7:5." After reporting the score, Yukimura climbed down from the referee chair, "Well, you played well, Genichiro, you still played a little conservatively, and Akaya didn't play well at the beginning, Concentration was good during the game, but the last round was a little volatile, so pay attention next time."

Sanada took off his hat and put the towel on his head, stooped to stuff the racket into the bag, raised his head and nodded seriously.Qieyuan directly poured the water in the water bottle on his head, his curly hair was wet, but he still stubbornly refused to stick it to his scalp.

"Go back to Renji to see the data, Masaharu don't hide, come up and be the referee." Yukimura put his sun visor on Nioh's head, walked to the sidelines and picked up the tennis bag by himself, "It's Renji's turn."

Liu let out a sigh of relief, picked up his bag and walked towards the bench that Kirihara had just occupied.The junior quickly stuffed his things into the bag, and looked at Liu with a big smile: "Senior, I'll pack it up right away!"

"Take your time, don't rush."

"Playing against the minister is the worst thing to watch." Finally, Marui concluded in a low voice in the shadows.

"That's right." Kuwahara agreed.

"The gap is very obvious." Yagyu watched as Yukimura made a beautiful pass.

"Minister is amazing." Kirihara stared at Yukimura's batting action with wide eyes.

"So don't relax." Sanada seriously educated the members.

"Oh." Only Kirihara responded in a timely manner, and the others automatically took Sanada's words as a daily teaching to their juniors.Sanada coughed heavily and lowered his hat.

Yukimura is getting stronger and stronger. He has long since ceased to belong to a mere junior high school in Japan. He has a wider world in front of him.Sanada looked at Fa Xiao on the field under the hat, and thought vaguely of the day when Coach Lianzhou led a group of radish dices, he took away Yukimura alone among a group of boys.

"Game and set, Yukimura, 6:1. Minister, can you play a little slower, it's dead, puri." After Nioh lazily reported the score, he complained to Yukimura half-truthfully, in exchange for Yukimura and At the same time, Liu sent the eye knife.

"Consultant, I didn't mean you were sorry, ah, no, I mean..."

Liu raised his racket and blocked the face of King Ni who had just climbed off the referee chair.

"If you don't say a few words, you won't be suffocated, Yazhi." Senior Staff Lihai said with a smile, and took the beat back calmly.

Note: Head-to-head, or H2H, or HeadtoHead, is a record of games played by two players.For example, if A has won 3 times against B and lost 2 times, the head-to-head data is 3:2.

According to the records, Nadal should have never dropped a trumpet, so I will check again.

The author has something to say:

Speaking of Safin's violent temper, we joked before that we asked Zverev to find Safin as a coach, and then the master and apprentice worked together to study how to smash shots.

Believe me I am not Nadal's black!I am his fan!Just a little complaint about our Douzi's miraculous habit and severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, he has to prepare for a long time every time he serves.If you are interested, you can take a look at the whole set of moves he prepared, first bounce the ball, then cut your hair and pull your pants, then bounce the ball, and then serve.

Well, his water bottle on the sidelines is also super interesting.

Federer prepares his serve super fast, bounces the ball a few times and sends it out in no time.

But now there are regulations, the interval between the ball and the ball cannot exceed 25 seconds.