Yang Fan weighed the tennis ball in his hand and looked at Yamamoto Ichiro on the court with a funny expression.
At this time, Ichiro Yamamoto realized that his approach was indeed a little extreme. Fortunately, he did not cause any trouble. If he really disfigured the little girl, he would probably be condemned by the people around him even if he returned to China. Ichiro Yamamoto heaved a sigh of relief. However, when he saw Yang Fan staring at him playfully, Ichiro Yamamoto felt very uncomfortable.
At this time, basically everyone's eyes were fixed on Yang Fan. Yang Fan weighed the ball while smiling as he walked from the audience to the field.
Walking to the court, Yang Fan took the tennis racket from a female student next to him.
"Can I borrow this?”
"What? Sure, take it!" The female student was also a contestant. Although she didn't know what Yang Fan wanted the tennis racket for, she still handed it to Yang Fan with both hands.
Yang Fan smiled slightly, took the tennis racket from the female student, and walked to the tennis court.
"Hey, what is this guy trying to do?"
"Don't tell me he's going to play basketball with Yamamoto Ichiro?”
"Baka ~ How is that possible? It would be embarrassing if it was real.”
A few Japanese people were discussing.
At this time, Yang Fan had already walked in front of Yamamoto Ichiro. Yamamoto Ichiro felt an inexplicable pressure. He stuttered in the Japanese language,"You, what are you doing?”
Yang Fan circled around Yamamoto Ichiro and ran to his own field. He moved his left foot, bent down slightly, bounced the ball to the ground, and took it back into his hand.
Yang Fan looked at Yamamoto Ichiro, lowered his voice, and said in the standard Japanese language of the North Capital City,"That's not how you play tennis.”
After saying that, Yang Fan threw the ball high up. Yang Fan's legs jumped off the ground. His movements were very elegant and skillful. He looked neither fast nor slow. With a sudden move, he ruthlessly knocked the tennis ball out.
"Bang!" The tennis ball brushed past Yamamoto Ichiro's ear, and the whistling wind made Yamamoto Ichiro shudder.
"This is!" The Japanese team leader, who had been worried, saw Yang Fan's smash and was stunned. This, this is impossible. The speed of the ball just now was completely up to the national standard. How could a mere high school student from China have such a superb memory?
The professionals looked at the skills, while the laymen looked at the excitement. The team leader of the Japanese team was actually the coach of their high school tennis team. When he was young, he also represented the school in the national competition. Therefore, when the team leader saw Yang Fan play, he knew that Yang Fan not only knew how to play tennis, but his skills were also not bad.
The vice-principal next to him looked puzzled. He was curious why the Japanese teacher was so nervous.
The rest were the students in the audience. When they saw Yang Fan inexplicably run onto the stage, they were very curious about what Yang Fan wanted to do. Could it be that he wanted to duel with Yamamoto Ichiro?
Then, Yang Fan fiercely served the ball, and everyone immediately understood.
So it was tennis.
Could it work? The opponent was a professional player.
It must be Su Xue's secret admirer. No wonder he could catch that tennis ball in one go. It turned out that he had been paying attention to Su Xue.
What was he doing? Acting tough?
This was not right. If he was not careful, not only would he not install it properly, but he would also be cheated.
Sigh, she had thought that this boy was not bad just now, but now it seemed that it was just a flash in the pan.
Yamamoto Ichiro also woke up from his shock. The corners of his mouth began to curl up into a cynical look. He weighed the tennis racket and said,“o~ho？Are you playing tennis with me? If that's the case, I'll welcome it.”
Yang Fan replied indifferently,"Ma Da Dene (You're still far from it)."
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