"Ladies and gentlemen, the final of the 2015 Australia Open is about to begin. Now, let's welcome the players from both teams!”
In the vast Roland Garros stadium in France, the referee's solemn voice slowly sounded. As soon as he finished speaking, the tens of thousands of spectators immediately cheered enthusiastically. Obviously, everyone was looking forward to this game.
Not only that, in the distant land of China, countless tennis enthusiasts had already turned on their televisions and locked onto the Central TV Sports Channel, quietly waiting for the live broadcast of the match to begin. This was because this match had an extraordinary meaning to them.
After the audience's enthusiasm subsided a little, the referee's voice sounded again.
"First, let's welcome the contestant from Spain, Raphael. Rafael!"
Before the referee could finish his sentence, the stadium erupted in loud cheers again. The sound was deafening, as if it was going to overturn the entire stadium.
Born in 1986, he had only been a professional tennis player for 15 years. The 29-year-old Rafael was the true prince of tennis. Other achievements aside, Rafael had dominated the world nine times in Roland Garros Stadium. Now, it was time for him to become the 10th French Open champion.
Rafael held a tennis racket and smiled. He waved to his fans as he walked into the court from the side. He was extremely confident that he would win this championship because his name was Rafael! It was that simple.
Wei Yilin carefully tightened his shoelaces. He saw the confident and confident Na Da from the corner of his eye and his heart was as calm as water.
He knew that compared to Rafael, who was known as the Prince of tennis, he was really a nobody. It had only been two years since he had first entered the professional tennis world.
Two years. You heard it right. Wei Yilin entered the French Open, one of the highest tennis tournaments, and reached the finals in these two years. In China, Wei Yilin's name was known all over the country in an instant. He was loved by domestic tennis enthusiasts." tennis genius,"" new generation tennis leader," and so on. All kinds of titles were added to Wei Yilin.
Perhaps it was unbelievable to others, because although Yang Shiqi had won all the previous matches, there was a hint of luck in it. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was lucky. Some matches were even like Wei Yilin stepping on dog shit, and his opponent was injured in front and directly forfeited.
In fact, those who supported Wei Yilin knew this too. What they didn't know was that Chinese tennis was really in a slump, especially men's tennis. The best player in history, Pan Bing, was only ranked in the top 200 in the world, not even in the top 100.
Moreover, they had only participated in some of the less famous competitions. Compared to the French Open, which was a low-level tennis competition, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was not worth mentioning. Now, Wei Yilin had suddenly emerged and directly entered the French Open, one of the four top tennis competitions, and even reached the finals. Perhaps it was because of luck, but in the eyes of domestic tennis enthusiasts, this had greatly inspired their confidence. Who said that Chinese tennis could not do it?
It was also because of this that Wei Yilin had such high hopes.
"Now, let's welcome the contestant from China, the biggest dark horse of the season, Wei Yi Lin!”
The referee read Wei Yilin's name passionately, but the effect was disappointing. Other than the Chinese tennis fans who came with Wei Yilin, only a few people applauded. As for cheers, there was no one. After all, the vast majority of the fans here were Rafael Rafael fans.
Wei Yilin picked up his racket and stood up quietly. He didn't care about the reaction of the audience. Only when he saw a small group of Chinese compatriots in red shirts in the corner of the court did his calm eyes flash.
Wei Yilin and Rafael shook hands gently as they calmly walked to the net. The match officially began. It was Rafael's serve.
"Come on! Let me see what kind of strength you, the prince of tennis, have!”
Yang Shiqi's legs were slightly spread out, and his back was slightly arched. His eyes narrowed, and a terrifying aura was emitted from his body. Even the audience who were discussing in the spectator stands could not help but quieten down.
Rafael was a little surprised to see the ball in his hand. To be honest, he did not pay much attention to a Chinese player like Wei Yilin in the beginning. After all, Chinese tennis was really not up to par. Although Wei Yilin had reached the finals, to be honest, Wei Yilin's process of entering the finals was as legendary as his tennis experience. Although luck was also a kind of strength, Rafael did not think that Wei Yilin's luck was useful in the face of absolute strength.
But now, Rafael had to get serious. He could not ignore Wei Yilin's momentum alone. At the same time, Rafael realized that Wei Yilin was a strong opponent!
"At the end of the game, Rafael will serve!"
The referee's voice sounded. Rafael took a deep breath and threw the tennis ball high up in the air.
"The match is over! Congratulations to Wei Yilin for winning the championship!"
The referee said incredulously. To be honest, he had been disapproving of Wei Yilin's strength at first, but as the match began, his thoughts had completely changed!
The extremely solid basic skills, the extremely fast speed, the extraordinary endurance, and the powerful strength all surprised him, but what shocked him the most was not this, but Wei Yilin's godly skills had opened his eyes. So tennis could be played like this!
It had to be said that this old man in his fifties had been conquered. Now, he had become a fan of Wei Yilin!
"You are indeed very strong! I hope we can fight again in the future!"
Rafael smiled. The result was beyond his expectations, but what was even more unexpected was Wei Yilin's performance. It was definitely a brand new tennis style, and this style opened a new window for Rafael. He believed that he could become stronger!
This was Rafael! The forever powerful tennis prince!
"I will!"
Wei Yilin nodded calmly.
Unlike Wei Yilin's calmness, the tennis bars in China were already in chaos.
1st floor, why do I feel like I'm watching the prince of tennis when I see Master Yi Lin's match?
2nd comment, agree! At that moment, I seemed to see the figure of Ryuma Echizen…
3rd floor, bullsh * t, completely different skills, alright? But it was equally powerful…
4th comment, agree…
5th comment, agree!
Sixth floor…
On the podium, Wei Yilin smiled for the first time. He was very satisfied with his performance today. Rafael was indeed very strong, but he was the one who won in the end, wasn't he?
"Congratulations!"
A congratulatory voice rang out, and at the same time, a huge trophy was handed to Wei Yilin.
Wei Yilin received the trophy excitedly and was about to thank him, but at this moment, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded. At the same time, something shocking happened.
A thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky and directly hit Wei Yilin. The huge power of lightning almost instantly turned Wei Yilin into ashes. The French Open trophy, which represented one of the highest honors in tennis, lost its focus and slowly fell to the ground...
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