bookcurios Chapter 191: Fighting after repeated defeats, we won’t stop until we win.
Chapter 191: Fighting after repeated defeats, we won’t stop until we win.
No.1 sparring partner comes on stage.
Anyang played very seriously, but he treated this "match" with a practice and game mentality, and was not desperate.
But this sparring partner gave it his all.
Because he needs money very much.
Tennis is a sport with a high degree of professionalism and a huge income gap.
The higher the ranking, the higher the income of tennis players, and the lower the ranking, the lower the income, even so low that they can't even eat enough.
Ordinary tennis players can only participate in some small, unknown tennis matches. Even if they win in the end, the prize money may only be tens of thousands or 10,000+, and the competition is not small.
However, as long as they play a game with an amateur, they will receive 10 yuan, and if they win, they will get another 10 yuan. Isn’t this pie in the sky?
Under the temptation of money, almost all the professional players available in the club came and played in order of ranking from low to high.
The No. 1 player has the lowest ranking and the worst performance. He is not very confident in himself, so he naturally plays very hard.
One set is over.
He won.
He was so excited that he sat down on the sidelines, took out his mobile phone, and began to calculate the most cost-effective way to spend money.
Although the bonus will not be paid out until all sparring sessions are over, this does not prevent him from imagining how to spend it now.
The other players looked even more complacent, secretly thinking in their hearts, amateurs are amateurs, no matter how high their level is, how can they compare with professional players?
Anyang murmured in surprise: "The level of these members is too high, right? They are better than the main force of our school tennis team. It seems that I have to go all out."
He looked at the two people sitting under the awning and shook his fists: "Xiaoyuan, Xiaojiu, I was careless just now. I admit my mistake. I will try my best in this game."
Xiao Jiu kicked her two short legs, ate dried fruits made at home, put her palms on her mouth, and blew a kiss to him: "Come on Anyang, Xiao Jiu is optimistic about you!"
Anyang pointed to the sky and swore: "I promise, I will win this set."
The No. 2 sparring partner came on stage leisurely, not nervous at all, just pretending to be training.
However, Anyang's mentality has changed.
His fighting spirit was high, and he showed his usual energy and level in participating in basketball games. He transformed into a tiger, dedicated to winning, and started fighting without reservation.
The whole place was full of him running around, almost never stopping.
Those professional players nodded secretly: "He runs very fast, has a lot of energy, and is very focused. It's a bit interesting."
By the time the No. 2 sparring partner felt something was wrong and wanted to use his full strength, the game was already over.
He looked at the score in disbelief, and the 10 that he felt in his heart was gone...
However, until this point, the players believed that their loss in the second set was purely due to carelessness rather than lack of strength.
The No.3 partner's attitude was very upright after he came on the scene. He did not belittle himself or underestimate the enemy, and he played well.
Finally won.
It’s just that the score difference is not big.
Anyang was a little depressed but did not lose confidence, and his mood was very stable. After a short rest, he was still vigorous and vigorous in facing the fourth set.
He lost.
Anyuan saw that it was noon, so he called a timeout and asked both parties to have lunch and take a break, and then go to the indoor court to continue in the afternoon.
Xiao Jiu very considerately ran over with a towel and said in a sweet voice: "Thank you for your hard work, handsome man. Please wipe off the sweat."
Although Anyang lost again, there was a bright light in his eyes and a burning fighting spirit.
"Xiaojiu, Xiaoyuan, although I lost, I will fight again and again until I win."
An Yuan smiled and said, "Well, I believe you will win."
The three of them returned to the car, took out the insulated lunch boxes prepared at home, and ate while listening to music.
After eating, we took a lunch break in the car.
After sleeping until 02:30 in the afternoon, a group of people came to the indoor tennis court to continue the war.
Anyang was full of energy and more energetic than in the morning, as if the midday break had replenished him with huge energy.
On the sparring side, the first player to play in the afternoon either didn't have a good rest or was careless. His physical strength and condition were not very good, so he lost.
"Awesome!" Anyang excitedly waved his racket, ran up and down the court, and even did a cool backflip. His roar echoed throughout the room, "I won! I am indeed the best!"
Xiao Jiu was also jumping up and down and kept applauding: "Anyang is the best! Anyang is the most handsome!"
Professional players: "..."
Their people were just too tired from traveling. They hurried back to Nancheng late last night and didn't get a good rest, so they lost the game.
This kid is so lucky. He is so happy after winning this game?
The next thing made him cry.
They did not underestimate the enemy.
The next three sparring partners played very seriously and beat Anyang by a large margin.
However, instead of crying, Anyang became braver and more excited as he fought, wiping the sweat from his face and smiling like a belligerent little tiger.
"You guys played well, I like it!"
"Who's next? Hurry up. I won't go back tonight if I don't win a set!"
The players all laughed.
The last sparring partner is the club's third seed, ranked in the top 30 in the country, and his level is on another level compared to them.
This kid is still dreaming about winning a game?
At this moment, Anyuan stopped again: "It's already past six o'clock in the evening. Let's go eat and have the last plate after eating."
The players have made so much money here, and they are not in a hurry at all. They are joking and saying: "Little handsome guy, eat slowly and replenish your strength. Only in this way can you have the possibility of winning."
Anyang clenched his fists and said confidently: "Your level has inspired me to reach my highest level. I will definitely win the last set!"
The players laughed again.
eight pm.
The indoor courts are brightly lit.
Not only the players are present, but the club staff are also here to watch the fun. They plan to have a big dinner together after the game to celebrate the big money they made today.
Anyang's eyes were not only brighter, but also sharper and more resolute, and his body was filled with raging flames of war.
In comparison, the last sparring partner was much more calm.
The club has no doubt that with such a huge gap in skills and experience between the two sides, their people will definitely be able to win the game in a short period of time.
However, the development of the game far exceeded everyone's expectations.
Three games in one set.
Anyang actually won the second game 7:5 after losing the first game and scoring zero points.
Entering the third game, he was like a madman who was not afraid of death. He was tireless and never stopped. He would just run blindly and chase the little tennis ball with all his strength.
He played harder and better than in any previous set.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he has grown and become stronger in every game.
Just like Sun Wukong in "Dragon Ball", every time he is forced to a desperate situation or near death in a battle, he will burst out with huge potential and successfully transform, from ordinary people to Saiyans, then to Super Saiyans, and then again. To the 2nd and 3rd level of the Super Series...
双方比分从5：5，6：6……一路杀到10：10，11：11。
Except for An Yuan, who had been calm all the time, and Xiao Jiu, who was ignorant, everyone was shocked.
They didn't even dare to cheer for their own people, for fear of affecting the tense atmosphere of the game.
The club's third-ranked player had a solemn expression, his eyes were focused, he ran aggressively, and his shots were fast and hard. He no longer had the calmness he had at the beginning.
Everyone could see that he worked hard.
Another minute passed.
14: 12!
Anyang wins.
He showed a big smile, slowly bent over, squatted down, fell back, and lay on the ground in a "big" shape. He closed his eyes and murmured: "It feels so good! It feels so good to fight! I really want to I can hit such a great ball every day..."
Xiaojiu ran over and was about to cry: "Brother Wu, what's wrong with you? You must not die..."
An Yuan: "..."
Anyuan: "Don't worry, he's just too tired and wants to take a nap."
She also squatted down and took out a towel from her bag to wipe Anyang's sweat.
The people in the club patted No. 3 with a complicated look on their faces and comforted them: "It was just a mistake. If you try again another day, you won't lose."
No. 3 shook his head: "Didn't you notice? He played from ten o'clock in the morning to ten o'clock in the evening, and he still played nine at a time. It was definitely not luck for him to win this set."
All were silent.
Yes, they are professional players. They can beat one of nine players like this. What is there to be happy about?
At this moment, a young girl dressed as a player stood in the corner of the auditorium, dialed a phone number, and said in a slightly excited voice: "Coach Yang, I recommend a new person to you."