Simon's footsteps have already changed the direction of movement. For most players, vertical movement is much more difficult than lateral movement, but for Simon, this shortcoming is not obvious, and his flexible ability to stop and turn is a breeze.
Able to cover the entire field.
Kick the ground!
Dash!
Simon ran along the diagonal at full speed, and because Gawain's shot landed in the middle instead of the front, Simon even had a little free time.
Simon was already preparing to hit the ball. He glanced at the court with his peripheral vision and observed Gawain's position. Seeing that Gawain's center of gravity had moved toward the diagonal forehand position, Simon's forehand wrist was already light.
Push gently to draw a straight line.
Return the ball!
Space is instantly dislocated.
However, Gawain didn't seem to be surprised. He just moved his feet, kicked off and rushed with his left leg, and then shot a carbine. He took a long step laterally, his feet continued to move forward in a surfing posture, and his hands were like backhands.
The bow and arrows are usually fully drawn.
Cut everything in one go.
The ball was cut with strong backspin and quickly flew towards the diagonal gap.
Whoosh!
Space is misaligned again.
Simon reflexively jumped on the spot, leaped to the top, and stretched out his hands, but it was already too late.
That mustard-yellow stream of light pierced the sky above the court like lightning, then quickly fell, landed, rebounded, and scored!
Done in one go!
The situation has been completely overturned in a flash of lightning.
ah!
Qiao Wangsheng suddenly stood up.
Ahhhh!
Qiao Wangsheng's pent-up emotions finally found a chance to vent. He clenched his fists as if he had kicked the winning goal in overtime in the World Cup finals. He shouted forgetfully, but his mind went blank. He couldn't say anything, so he just roared to his heart's content.
Roaring.
Burn wantonly!
On the court, Gawain did not celebrate grandly. He just clenched his fists and raised them high. There was a murderous look in his eyes, and his determination to win shone brightly in the depths of his pupils.
Simon waved the court impatiently, like waving a fly swatter, and was very dissatisfied with his handling of the ball. He now realized that Gawain's light hit was actually a trap, and his return handling was obviously too much.
Carelessness, everything was within Gawain's expectation.
Damn it!
Simon ignored Gawain, exhaled heavily, regained his composure, and reminded himself that he still had two match points and a serving point. He still had the initiative and there was no need to rush.
However--
Just thirty seconds later, Qizhong Tennis Center was boiling again.
It was another twelve-shot tug-of-war, but there was nothing to be surprised about. It was just the basic operation of this game. Then Gao Wen suddenly grabbed a rising point and hit the ball with a forehand in a round that was not an opportunity.
Play a small diagonal attack, take the initiative and attack with force.
This attack was successfully defended by Simon, but the defensive quality was a little lacking and he was not able to press deeply. Therefore, Gao Wen's footsteps were still within the baseline, and he used a hard backhand with both hands to quickly connect and hit the ball.
A shot with excellent quality and repeatable return shots.
Solid and heavy.
Simon's prediction was wrong, and he suddenly stepped on the brakes while moving laterally. As a result, his feet did not hit the ground, and he slipped and staggered. Then he missed the hitting point, and barely hit the tennis ball, but
It flew directly to the spectator stand.
It hit the ground, and then, tap tap tap... the rebounded tennis ball quickly fell back down and rolled in the direction Simon was running.