Second dimension circle of friends

Ma Yulong gave the serve to Lin Nan, who shrugged to show that he didn't care. He threw the ball and hit it. The light green tennis ball was hit out and went straight to the open space not far from Ma Yulong.

It was a plain way of playing, but it was interesting except for the speed. This was Ma Yulong's evaluation of this shot. The moment Lin Nan hit the ball, Ma Yulong moved, ran to the side quickly, raised the racket, and swung it hard at the moment the tennis ball jumped up after landing. The tennis ball flew across the center line at a faster speed.

Lin Nan ran over quickly and hit the ball again, but Ma Yulong was not a simple person either. He hit the ball back again. The two of them went back and forth. After more than ten rounds, Ma Yulong won the first fifteen points with a high lob that fell to the bottom line.

Lin Nan reacts quickly, while Ma Yulong has good skills and speed. At the beginning of the battle, Ma Yulong had the upper hand, but later Lin Nan got better and better and gradually caught up with the score. After half an hour, Ma Yulong's five points were slightly better than Lin Nan's four points.

The game was in the final stage. Whether it was the two girls, the three followers, or Zhao Xuan, they were all very nervous and excited to watch this wonderful game. At this time, they no longer had the idea of ​​provoking or teaching anyone a lesson, but only this game.

Seeing that the score was being tied little by little, Ma Yulong's face was tense, "You can force me to use that move, you are awesome."

That move? Lin Nan and Zhao Xuan were very confused, and the two girls and three followers who knew Ma Yulong all exclaimed, looking at him with expectation in their eyes, "Is it that move?"

"Oh my God, I can actually see the boss's move here, I'm so lucky."

"I think so too, I've wanted to see it for a long time, but the boss hasn't used it for so long, saying that he hasn't met an opponent who can make him use this move."

The three followers were discussing enthusiastically, showing how much they were looking forward to Ma Yulong's so-called move.

Lin Nan chuckled, he was quite curious, playing a ball is not kung fu, what strange and cool moves can there be.

He stared at Ma Yulong's every move, and saw that his serving and hitting were no different from before. However, when a smash was hit hard, Lin Nan's heart was shocked, and he was about to hit the ball back with his racket, but found that the tennis ball did not bounce in his direction after landing, but bounced again towards the center line net, making Lin Nan miss.

"What's going on?" Lin Nan, who only knew some rules and that he just had to hit the ball back, was very confused.

"Wow, so amazing."

"It's amazing!"

Ma Yulong's three followers started to flatter him again, but they were just listening to the magic. Lin Nan narrowed his eyes and said, "Come again."

It was another smash. The strange ball path did not bounce towards Lin Nan's direction according to the trajectory it should have. Just like the last time, it bounced towards the center line net and fell in front of the net not far away.

The sixth game, thirty to zero.

It was the same smash again. Lin Nan didn't know why the ball did not bounce out but bounced back instead. However, he learned from the previous two experiences. This time, he not only lowered the racket, but also moved it forward a little. He quickly hit it out at the moment when the tennis ball just bounced from the ground.

The people around were surprised and speculated whether this ball could be successfully hit back. However, the next moment, the tennis ball that was hit back was too low and hit the center line net, and was blocked by the white net and fell down.

45 to 0, the referee girl Zheng was stunned for a moment and quickly reacted and announced.

What's going on? Lin Nan frowned, it's not right to hit, it's not right not to hit, is it just waiting to lose?

There was no way to crack Ma Yulong's trick, the score went from 45 to 0 to 6 to 4, and then entered the tie-break, 15 to 0, 30 to 0...

There are still two balls left, if I can't hit them back, I will lose. Lin Nan frowned and thought for a long time, his eyes fell on the center line net, and then a light flashed, right! If he hit the ball back before it landed, it would be fine.

After thinking of the countermeasures, in Ma Yulong's proud sight, Lin Nan took a few steps forward and went to the net.

"Oh my god, he actually went to the net."

"Is he trying to hit the ball back before it hits the ground?"

"It's not that easy, he must be bluffing."

Amid the constant discussions, Lin Nan remained calm, with a cold smile on his face. We'll know if it's a bluff or not in the next moment.

The light green tennis ball was thrown high by Ma Yulong, and he jumped up to cover the side of the tennis ball with his racket, and then smashed it hard. The tennis ball, which was smaller than a fist, flew out quickly like a bullet fired by a gun. The speed of this ball was faster than any previous one.

Lin Nan stood in front of the net, and at that moment his body moved. Before the people watching around him could react, he had already hit the ball back. With a bang, the tennis ball brushed past Ma Yulong and flew to the ground and bounced out, so fast that he had no time to react.

Ma Yulong increased the force of his hits, just to make it impossible for Lin Nan to hit the ball back, and to win the last two balls as quickly as possible. Ma Yulong originally did not believe that Lin Nan wanted to smash his serve back in front of the net, because it was not like someone had not tried it before, but the facts slapped him in the face.

Lin Nan not only hit the tennis ball back, but also gave the ball a faster speed with greater force, so fast that the ball had already landed just after Ma Yulong swung the racket.

How could this happen? This time it was Ma Yulong's turn to ask such questions.

When Ma Yulong's serve ended, his last two balls not only did not end the game, but instead allowed Lin Nan to increase his score.

It was Lin Nan's turn to serve, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He had found the best way to play, which was to wrap the internal force around the racket. The ball hit with the internal force was not something that ordinary people could hit back.

Throwing the ball in the air, his arm bent, and the blue veins bulged slightly. The invisible internal force covered the entire racket, as if the ball was hit out with endless gunpowder.

Like a fired shell, it had a tendency to cut through the air and brought a small tail, which made the people watching rub their eyes in surprise, wondering if they were dazzled.

Ma Yulong felt the power of this ball. He pursed his lips and held the racket with both hands. He swung the racket in advance according to the trajectory of the ball. He caught the ball! Before he could be happy, the racket was hit and flew out in the next second.