A Valiant Life

Chapter 807: Where did the ball go?

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Backstage.

"This ball is not easy. I didn't expect Zhenping Yiming to be so strong. Most people can't catch it."

"Friendship comes first, competition comes second. I can't bear to watch it anymore."

"What did he say?" Lin Fan asked the host.

Before he could finish his words, the situation on TV suddenly changed.

boom!

Director Liu was dumbfounded, "What is he going to do? Why did he drag Master Lin up? He doesn't think it's a big deal. If Master Lin loses his life, it will really be over."

Zhenping was a little angry, but the host, who was a translator, felt very happy.

"It's great. It's so great. Master Lin is so awesome."

Lin Fan was actually helpless. He didn't know the principle, so he could only attribute it to the mysterious power.

Lin Fan stood there, without even moving his feet, and casually twitched.

Mahira Yiming's eyes were red and tears were pouring. He took out the ball from his collar and served.

In his opinion, Master Lin’s fans should never be underestimated.

Zhenping Yiming's originally relaxed expression suddenly changed. His body couldn't keep up with the reaction. Just as he was about to raise his hand, the ball had already fallen.

Where has the ball gone

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Let's also have a regular match. Let's win six out of seven games."

"My day, I finally discovered that Master Lin is the most arrogant."

"Why is Master Lin like this? Shouldn't he pick up the racket and hit this guy hard?"

Those fans are really too loyal. Now that the host has invited Master Lin to come up, isn't that asking for abuse

"Woo, this is not the Master Lin I know."

Zhenping Yiming's originally relaxed expression suddenly changed. His body couldn't keep up with the reaction. Just as he was about to raise his hand, the ball had already fallen.

Before he could finish his words, the situation on TV suddenly changed.

Lin Fan swung the racket. In his eyes, the speed of the ball was very slow. Then his body moved violently and his arms swung very fast, hitting the flying ball with absolute power.

Amateur player

By then, things will probably get serious, and those fans will get angry, which is really no joke.

Everyone at the scene stood up and were stunned.

"My day, I finally discovered that Master Lin is the most arrogant."

Zhenping Yiming looked at the host, "How many rounds will it be this time?"

"Why is Master Lin like this? Shouldn't he pick up the racket and hit this guy hard?"

Lin Fan still used his old moves, which was to simply and roughly pull him over.

"Serve."

But for the audience, the visual impact is too strong.

Amateur player

"ah!"

Lin Fan shook his hand and said, "I didn't expect my skills to be quite good. Japanese champion, don't let yourself go. If you don't catch my ball, it will be boring to play."

Director Liu was dumbfounded, "What is he going to do? Why did he drag Master Lin up? He doesn't think it's a big deal. If Master Lin loses his life, it will really be over."

The host was a little embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer. How many times should this be repeated

Fuck this guy to death.

Mahira Yiming's eyes were red and tears were pouring. He took out the ball from his collar and served.

The host will translate.

How could there be a second change and a sudden increase in speed? What is the principle behind this

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Let's also have a regular match. Let's win six out of seven games."

Studio.

"Look at Zhen Ping Yiming's face, he looks like he's about to cry."

A sharp thrust.

"Why is Master Lin like this? Shouldn't he pick up the racket and hit this guy hard?"

"Japanese champion, why didn't you catch the ball? It's actually very easy to catch. As long as the racket touches it, it can bounce back. How can you win the championship with your strength? I deeply doubt it. It seems that Xu Song is not injured. So light." Lin Fan said to himself, not caring at all how ugly Zhen Ping Yiming's face looked.

Lin Fan stood there, without even moving his feet, and casually twitched.

…

Lin Fan stood there, without even moving his feet, and casually twitched.

Zhenping Yiming said, "Six wins out of seven games, are there such rules of the game?"

"I won't fight." Zhenping Yiming had never experienced such humiliation, and he almost burst into tears.

The host couldn't stand it anymore, but he translated the words.

The host will translate.

Amateur player

Pick up the ball and serve.

"Woo!" Zhenping cried, picked up the ball, and served.

Zhenping Yiming had already collapsed. While crying, he picked up the racket and served the ball.

"Serve."

Lin Fan was speechless, "Champion, are you okay? Are you unable to catch the ball? Well, I'll hit you slower later, and you can hit back well, otherwise I will be very embarrassed and feel like I am practicing my serve. "

The host couldn't stand it anymore, but he translated the words.

Pick up the ball again and serve.

Lin Fan, "I don't want to play with the champion longer and learn some skills."

…

"I won't fight." Zhenping Yiming had never experienced such humiliation, and he almost burst into tears.

Zhenping Yiming had already collapsed. While crying, he picked up the racket and served the ball.

…

Failed.

…

Where has the ball gone

"Serve."

Zhenping Yiming didn't expect that the opponent was so powerful. He couldn't help but become solemn at this moment, and then adjusted his mentality, "The strength is good, continue."

Zhenping Yiming smiled and said, "Okay, then let me teach you how to play. We Japanese are very generous."

Studio.

The people in the national team were completely dumbfounded. They found that Master Lin's serve was really weird.

Lin Fan threw the ball in his hand to Zhenping Yiming, "We are guests, please kick off."

Zhenping Yiming didn't expect that the opponent was so powerful. He couldn't help but become solemn at this moment, and then adjusted his mentality, "The strength is good, continue."

The staff said, "Director, why don't you talk to Master Lin? I'll forget it and let him catch the ball. After all, we are also international friends. If you are too arrogant, won't you destroy international friendship? Besides, this is really even." Ming is also the Asian World Championship champion. If he doesn’t catch this ball, it would be too..."

"This ball is not easy. I didn't expect Zhenping Yiming to be so strong. Most people can't catch it."

"Master Lin, this is a bit cruel, at least let him touch the ball."

Fuck this guy to death.

"Woo, this is not the Master Lin I know."

At this moment, Jinhei Yiming used all his strength. He felt that the opponent was mocking him, spinning the ball at high speed. To catch the ball, he needed certain skills, otherwise the ball would fly elsewhere.

Backstage.

Lin Fan, "I don't want to play with the champion longer and learn some skills."

"Why is Master Lin like this? Shouldn't he pick up the racket and hit this guy hard?"

The small yellow ball hit the table and bounced. Just when Jinhei Yiming was about to take it, he suddenly found that the ball in his sight suddenly changed direction, and its speed increased sharply, making him unable to react at all. .

Seeing this way of serving, Zhenping Yiming immediately laughed and would definitely pull back hard later.

Time passed by minute by minute.

"Why… "

"Hey, I'm afraid Master Lin doesn't want to be embarrassed."

"Why is Master Lin like this? Shouldn't he pick up the racket and hit this guy hard?"

"Woo!" Zhenping cried, picked up the ball, and served.

"Where's Mao Xian? I don't want to embarrass myself, but I'm going to play seven games. If you want to be nice to me, just play two balls at most."

Those fans are really too loyal. Now that the host has invited Master Lin to come up, isn't that asking for abuse

"Why… "

Mahira Yiming's eyes were red and tears were pouring. He took out the ball from his collar and served.

"Fuck!"

"Why… "

Backstage.

In his opinion, Master Lin’s fans should never be underestimated.

"Hey, I'm afraid Master Lin doesn't want to be embarrassed."

The scene was quiet, with only Lin Fan talking to himself.

"Woo, this is not the Master Lin I know."

…

"Woo, this is not the Master Lin I know."

Zhenping Yiming was confused. He didn't even know where the ball went. He looked left and right, but he didn't see the ball.

No one thought highly of Lin Fan. In their eyes, this was completely self-inflicted.

boom!

Lin Fan stood there, without even moving his feet, and casually twitched.

"It doesn't seem like it, I'm obviously crying already, okay?"

"Hey, I'm afraid Master Lin doesn't want to be embarrassed."

The audience, who were originally very happy, fell silent.

Zhenping Yiming smiled and said, "Okay, then let me teach you how to play. We Japanese are very generous."

"After all, he is a disciple trained by Su Jing, and his strength is really..."

Amateur player

"What did he say?" Lin Fan asked the host.

"Why is Master Lin like this? Shouldn't he pick up the racket and hit this guy hard?"

"Look at Zhen Ping Yiming's face, he looks like he's about to cry."

At this moment, Jinhei threw his racket on the table, and his whole body almost collapsed, especially the four words 'Japanese Champion', which kept destroying his heart.

Lin Fan threw the ball in his hand to Zhenping Yiming, "We are guests, please kick off."

"Why… "

Seeing this way of serving, Zhenping Yiming immediately laughed and would definitely pull back hard later.

Zhenping Yiming smiled, "I'll kick the ball, I'm afraid you won't even be able to touch the ball."

"This ball is not easy. I didn't expect Zhenping Yiming to be so strong. Most people can't catch it."

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Let's also have a regular match. Let's win six out of seven games."

By then, things will probably get serious, and those fans will get angry, which is really no joke.

national team.

Lin Fan didn't understand Japanese, and then stood there, waiting for Zhenping to kick off.

Fuck this guy to death.

boom!

national team.

Lin Fan said, "Champion, the ball was in your collar. You didn't pay attention just now and it flew in."

Lin Fan threw the ball in his hand to Zhenping Yiming, "We are guests, please kick off."

Lin Fan swung the racket. In his eyes, the speed of the ball was very slow. Then his body moved violently and his arms swung very fast, hitting the flying ball with absolute power.

"This ball is not easy. I didn't expect Zhenping Yiming to be so strong. Most people can't catch it."

However, the host translated the words.

Fuck this guy to death.

A sharp thrust.

In his opinion, Master Lin’s fans should never be underestimated.

Zhenping Yiming was confused. He didn't even know where the ball went. He looked left and right, but he didn't see the ball.

Failed.

"I'm afraid Master Lin has always been a blank slate."

Lin Fan smiled after hearing this and didn't take it to heart.

Studio.

Lin Fan threw the ball in his hand to Zhenping Yiming, "We are guests, please kick off."

Mahira Yiming's eyes were red and tears were pouring. He took out the ball from his collar and served.

Zhenping Yiming's heart beat very fast, and he felt that he had been humiliated.

Studio.

"My day, I finally discovered that Master Lin is the most arrogant."

Zhenping Yiming didn't even react and watched the ball fly past.

However, the host translated the words.

A sharp thrust.

Seeing this way of serving, Zhenping Yiming immediately laughed and would definitely pull back hard later.

Zhenping Yiming looked at the host, "How many rounds will it be this time?"

"It's over. This posture looks like an amateur among amateurs."

Zhenping Yiming's originally relaxed expression suddenly changed. His body couldn't keep up with the reaction. Just as he was about to raise his hand, the ball had already fallen.

Then he threw the ball directly to Lin Fan, "You serve."

"I'm afraid Master Lin has always been a blank slate."

Mahira Yiming's eyes were red and tears were pouring. He took out the ball from his collar and served.

At this time, Jinhei Yiming kicked the ball very casually, but there was a mystery in the ball and it spun very hard.

Lin Fan still used his old moves, which was to simply and roughly pull him over.

"Why is Master Lin like this? Shouldn't he pick up the racket and hit this guy hard?"

"Serve."

Then he threw the ball directly to Lin Fan, "You serve."

No one thought highly of Lin Fan. In their eyes, this was completely self-inflicted.

At this time, Jinhei Yiming kicked the ball very casually, but there was a mystery in the ball and it spun very hard.

Lin Fan stood there, without even moving his feet, and casually twitched.

"It doesn't seem like it, I'm obviously crying already, okay?"

Where has the ball gone

Zhenping Yiming didn't expect that the opponent was so powerful. He couldn't help but become solemn at this moment, and then adjusted his mentality, "The strength is good, continue."

He wants to defeat the opponent in one round without any resistance.

Studio.

"Japanese champion, can you do it?"

Lin Fan swung the racket. In his eyes, the speed of the ball was very slow. Then his body moved violently and his arms swung very fast, hitting the flying ball with absolute power.

"I'm afraid Master Lin has always been a blank slate."

…

boom!

Lin Fan looked at the opponent with disdain, "What's the situation? We agreed to win six out of seven games. You Japanese can't afford to lose, right? This is disrespectful to the game and to me, an ordinary amateur player." Disrespect, are you looking down on amateur players?"

"Haha, I was laughing so hard. The Japanese champion's face turned black."

At this moment, Jinhei threw his racket on the table, and his whole body almost collapsed, especially the four words 'Japanese Champion', which kept destroying his heart.

"Fuck!"

Where has the ball gone

"It's great. It's so great. Master Lin is so awesome."

Zhenping Yiming smiled, "I'll kick the ball, I'm afraid you won't even be able to touch the ball."

The scene was quiet, with only Lin Fan talking to himself.

A sharp thrust.

"After all, he is a disciple trained by Su Jing, and his strength is really..."

Lin Fan stood there, without even moving his feet, and casually twitched.

Zhenping Yiming's heart beat very fast, and he felt that he had been humiliated.

Mahira Yiming's eyes were red and tears were pouring. He took out the ball from his collar and served.

Director Liu was dumbfounded, "What is he going to do? Why did he drag Master Lin up? He doesn't think it's a big deal. If Master Lin loses his life, it will really be over."

Time passed by minute by minute.

"Japanese champion, my speed is already slow enough. If you can't catch it, I really won't be able to serve. How about you serve? At least you can touch the ball."

boom!

Zhenping Yiming's originally relaxed expression suddenly changed. His body couldn't keep up with the reaction. Just as he was about to raise his hand, the ball had already fallen.

Then he threw the ball directly to Lin Fan, "You serve."

"Woo!" Zhenping cried, picked up the ball, and served.

"I won't fight." Zhenping Yiming had never experienced such humiliation, and he almost burst into tears.

Amateur player

"Fuck!"

"My day, I finally discovered that Master Lin is the most arrogant."

Amateur you numb.

"Haha, I was laughing so hard. The Japanese champion's face turned black."

…

Zhenping Yiming smiled and said, "Okay, then let me teach you how to play. We Japanese are very generous."

Everyone at the scene stood up and were stunned.

Then he threw the ball directly to Lin Fan, "You serve."

Zhenping Yiming smiled, "I'll kick the ball, I'm afraid you won't even be able to touch the ball."

By then, things will probably get serious, and those fans will get angry, which is really no joke.

The scene was quiet, with only Lin Fan talking to himself.

"What did he say?" Lin Fan asked the host.

"Master Lin, this is a bit cruel, at least let him touch the ball."

They couldn't believe that Master Lin actually won a goal.

"Serve."

How could there be a second change and a sudden increase in speed? What is the principle behind this

Host: "He said he won't fight."

"It doesn't seem like it, I'm obviously crying already, okay?"

Then he threw the ball directly to Lin Fan, "You serve."

"ah!"

…

The live broadcast room exploded instantly, and some people didn't see clearly what was going on, because in their opinion, the speed was too fast.

"ah!"

Lin Fan still used his old moves, which was to simply and roughly pull him over.

"Woo!" Zhenping cried, picked up the ball, and served.

Backstage.

Then he threw the ball directly to Lin Fan, "You serve."

boom!

Lin Fan shook his hand and said, "I didn't expect my skills to be quite good. Japanese champion, don't let yourself go. If you don't catch my ball, it will be boring to play."

However, the host translated the words.

At this moment, Jinhei threw his racket on the table, and his whole body almost collapsed, especially the four words 'Japanese Champion', which kept destroying his heart.

Are there any amateur players like you

…

Lin Fan was actually helpless. He didn't know the principle, so he could only attribute it to the mysterious power.

"Woo!" Zhenping cried, picked up the ball, and served.

Zhenping Yiming didn't expect that the opponent was so powerful. He couldn't help but become solemn at this moment, and then adjusted his mentality, "The strength is good, continue."

"Friendship comes first, competition comes second. I can't bear to watch it anymore."

"Woo, this is not the Master Lin I know."

At this moment, Jinhei threw his racket on the table, and his whole body almost collapsed, especially the four words 'Japanese Champion', which kept destroying his heart.

Everyone in the national team was dumbfounded and looked at each other. Just these two goals, let alone Zhenping Yiming, even they couldn't react at all.

How could there be a second change and a sudden increase in speed? What is the principle behind this

…

When the opponent was about to throw the ball to Lin Fan, Lin Fan waved his hand directly, "Don't give me the ball. You serve. I'm afraid that if you don't serve, you won't be able to touch the ball. After all, the visitor is a guest. How can we let the guest not miss the ball?" Touching the ball.”

Pick up the ball again and serve.

"Japanese champion, can you do it?"

"Serve."

"This ball is not easy. I didn't expect Zhenping Yiming to be so strong. Most people can't catch it."

"ah!"

Amateur you numb.

"This ball is not easy. I didn't expect Zhenping Yiming to be so strong. Most people can't catch it."

Zhenping Yiming smiled and said, "Okay, then let me teach you how to play. We Japanese are very generous."

Studio.

"After all, he is a disciple trained by Su Jing, and his strength is really..."

The live broadcast room exploded instantly, and some people didn't see clearly what was going on, because in their opinion, the speed was too fast.

"That's good."

"My day, I finally discovered that Master Lin is the most arrogant."

Fuck this guy to death.

"Haha, I like this arrogance."

Zhenping Yiming's originally relaxed expression suddenly changed. His body couldn't keep up with the reaction. Just as he was about to raise his hand, the ball had already fallen.

"Fuck!"

Zhenping Yiming's originally relaxed expression suddenly changed. His body couldn't keep up with the reaction. Just as he was about to raise his hand, the ball had already fallen.

Zhenping Yiming didn't even react and watched the ball fly past.

"Japanese champion, my ball goes back and forth in a straight line. Where are you going to hit it?"

Lin Fan swung the racket. In his eyes, the speed of the ball was very slow. Then his body moved violently and his arms swung very fast, hitting the flying ball with absolute power.

Where has the ball gone

"Damn, if Master Lin is not arrogant, is he still the Master Lin in my mind?"

…

"Why… "

"Friendship comes first, competition comes second. I can't bear to watch it anymore."

How could there be a second change and a sudden increase in speed? What is the principle behind this

…

Host: "He said he won't fight."

Lin Fan didn't understand Japanese, and then stood there, waiting for Zhenping to kick off.

"Master Lin, please, let me touch the ball, don't throw a shadow on me."

Mahira Yiming's eyes were red and tears were pouring. He took out the ball from his collar and served.

The scene was quiet, with only Lin Fan talking to himself.

Zhenping was a little angry, but the host, who was a translator, felt very happy.

The audience, who were originally very happy, fell silent.

…

"What did he say?" Lin Fan asked the host.

Fuck this guy to death.

"ah!"

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Let's also have a regular match. Let's win six out of seven games."

"Fuck!"

However, the host translated the words.

Lin Fan stood there, without even moving his feet, and casually twitched.

Zhenping Yiming had already collapsed. While crying, he picked up the racket and served the ball.

At this time, Jinhei Yiming kicked the ball very casually, but there was a mystery in the ball and it spun very hard.

Those fans are really too loyal. Now that the host has invited Master Lin to come up, isn't that asking for abuse

"It's great. It's so great. Master Lin is so awesome."

national team.

Studio.

"That's good."

"Japanese champion, my ball goes back and forth in a straight line. Where are you going to hit it?"

Then he threw the ball directly to Lin Fan, "You serve."

"This ball is not easy. I didn't expect Zhenping Yiming to be so strong. Most people can't catch it."

Amateur player

…

"After all, he is a disciple trained by Su Jing, and his strength is really..."

"Why… "

However, the host translated the words.

"What did he say?" Lin Fan asked the host.

Lin Fan still used his old moves, which was to simply and roughly pull him over.

"ah!"

"Damn, if Master Lin is not arrogant, is he still the Master Lin in my mind?"

Director Liu was dumbfounded, "What is he going to do? Why did he drag Master Lin up? He doesn't think it's a big deal. If Master Lin loses his life, it will really be over."

"Woo, this is not the Master Lin I know."

Before he could finish his words, the situation on TV suddenly changed.

The people in the national team were completely dumbfounded. They found that Master Lin's serve was really weird.

…

The host was a little embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer. How many times should this be repeated

Lin Fan still used his old moves, which was to simply and roughly pull him over.

"I'm afraid Master Lin has always been a blank slate."

Zhenping Yiming didn't expect that the opponent was so powerful. He couldn't help but become solemn at this moment, and then adjusted his mentality, "The strength is good, continue."

Zhenping Yiming didn't even react and watched the ball fly past.

…

Zhenping Yiming looked at the host, "How many rounds will it be this time?"

Those fans are really too loyal. Now that the host has invited Master Lin to come up, isn't that asking for abuse

Everyone in the national team was dumbfounded and looked at each other. Just these two goals, let alone Zhenping Yiming, even they couldn't react at all.

"Japanese champion, my ball goes back and forth in a straight line. Where are you going to hit it?"

Amateur player

Director Liu was dumbfounded, "What is he going to do? Why did he drag Master Lin up? He doesn't think it's a big deal. If Master Lin loses his life, it will really be over."

Amateur player

Lin Fan looked helpless, "Okay, I'll serve, but don't worry, I'll play slower." Then, holding the racket, a rookie served.

"It's great. It's so great. Master Lin is so awesome."

These words reached everyone’s ears through television and live broadcast on the Internet.

"I'm afraid Master Lin has always been a blank slate."

"Damn, if Master Lin is not arrogant, is he still the Master Lin in my mind?"

"Woo, this is not the Master Lin I know."

Everyone in the national team was dumbfounded and looked at each other. Just these two goals, let alone Zhenping Yiming, even they couldn't react at all.

At this moment, Jinhei threw his racket on the table, and his whole body almost collapsed, especially the four words 'Japanese Champion', which kept destroying his heart.

"It's great. It's so great. Master Lin is so awesome."

The host will translate.

In his opinion, Master Lin’s fans should never be underestimated.

…

However, the host translated the words.

The host will translate.

But for the audience, the visual impact is too strong.

How could there be a second change and a sudden increase in speed? What is the principle behind this

Those fans are really too loyal. Now that the host has invited Master Lin to come up, isn't that asking for abuse

"This ball is not easy. I didn't expect Zhenping Yiming to be so strong. Most people can't catch it."

"It's great. It's so great. Master Lin is so awesome."

Lin Fan didn't understand Japanese, and then stood there, waiting for Zhenping to kick off.

"Hey, I'm afraid Master Lin doesn't want to be embarrassed."

"Haha, I was laughing so hard. The Japanese champion's face turned black."

Failed.

Lin Fan looked helpless, "Okay, I'll serve, but don't worry, I'll play slower." Then, holding the racket, a rookie served.

Backstage.

"It doesn't seem like it, I'm obviously crying already, okay?"

The live broadcast room exploded instantly, and some people didn't see clearly what was going on, because in their opinion, the speed was too fast.

"Master Lin, please, let me touch the ball, don't throw a shadow on me."

…

Lin Fan threw the ball in his hand to Zhenping Yiming, "We are guests, please kick off."

…

"Why… "

Zhenping Yiming's heart beat very fast, and he felt that he had been humiliated.

No one thought highly of Lin Fan. In their eyes, this was completely self-inflicted.

Mahira Yiming's eyes were red and tears were pouring. He took out the ball from his collar and served.

The live broadcast room exploded instantly, and some people didn't see clearly what was going on, because in their opinion, the speed was too fast.

Lin Fan stood there, without even moving his feet, and casually twitched.

national team.

Lin Fan shook his hand and said, "I didn't expect my skills to be quite good. Japanese champion, don't let yourself go. If you don't catch my ball, it will be boring to play."

Lin Fan said, "Champion, the ball was in your collar. You didn't pay attention just now and it flew in."

Then he threw the ball directly to Lin Fan, "You serve."

They couldn't believe that Master Lin actually won a goal.

"Haha, I was laughing so hard. The Japanese champion's face turned black."

Lin Fan looked helpless, "Okay, I'll serve, but don't worry, I'll play slower." Then, holding the racket, a rookie served.

Lin Fan shook his hand and said, "I didn't expect my skills to be quite good. Japanese champion, don't let yourself go. If you don't catch my ball, it will be boring to play."

"My day, I finally discovered that Master Lin is the most arrogant."

Pick up the ball and serve.

"Why… "

Zhenping Yiming's heart beat very fast, and he felt that he had been humiliated.

Zhenping Yiming didn't expect that the opponent was so powerful. He couldn't help but become solemn at this moment, and then adjusted his mentality, "The strength is good, continue."

These words reached everyone’s ears through television and live broadcast on the Internet.

At this moment, Jinhei threw his racket on the table, and his whole body almost collapsed, especially the four words 'Japanese Champion', which kept destroying his heart.

Seeing this way of serving, Zhenping Yiming immediately laughed and would definitely pull back hard later.

boom!

Director Liu was dumbfounded, "What is he going to do? Why did he drag Master Lin up? He doesn't think it's a big deal. If Master Lin loses his life, it will really be over."

Zhenping Yiming said, "Six wins out of seven games, are there such rules of the game?"

"ah!"

Lin Fan looked helpless, "Okay, I'll serve, but don't worry, I'll play slower." Then, holding the racket, a rookie served.

boom!

Fuck this guy to death.

Host: "He said he won't fight."

Failed.

Lin Fan said, "Champion, the ball was in your collar. You didn't pay attention just now and it flew in."

national team.

"Master Lin, please, let me touch the ball, don't throw a shadow on me."

Lin Fan was actually helpless. He didn't know the principle, so he could only attribute it to the mysterious power.

"Japanese champion, my speed is already slow enough. If you can't catch it, I really won't be able to serve. How about you serve? At least you can touch the ball."

A sharp thrust.

"Look at Zhen Ping Yiming's face, he looks like he's about to cry."

Lin Fan casually pulled back, leaving the other party with no room for resistance.

Failed.

"Look at Zhen Ping Yiming's face, he looks like he's about to cry."

"Woo, this is not the Master Lin I know."

"This ball is not easy. I didn't expect Zhenping Yiming to be so strong. Most people can't catch it."

"Haha, I like this arrogance."

Lin Fan said, "Champion, the ball was in your collar. You didn't pay attention just now and it flew in."

"This ball is not easy. I didn't expect Zhenping Yiming to be so strong. Most people can't catch it."

boom!

Studio.

Mahira Yiming's eyes were red and tears were pouring. He took out the ball from his collar and served.

"I won't fight." Zhenping Yiming had never experienced such humiliation, and he almost burst into tears.

The people in the national team were completely dumbfounded. They found that Master Lin's serve was really weird.

"Master Lin, please, let me touch the ball, don't throw a shadow on me."

How could there be a second change and a sudden increase in speed? What is the principle behind this

Those fans are really too loyal. Now that the host has invited Master Lin to come up, isn't that asking for abuse

"Why… "

Lin Fan casually pulled back, leaving the other party with no room for resistance.

Backstage.

Lin Fan, "I don't want to play with the champion longer and learn some skills."

"Master Lin, this is a bit cruel, at least let him touch the ball."

Zhenping Yiming was confused. He didn't even know where the ball went. He looked left and right, but he didn't see the ball.

The people in the national team were completely dumbfounded. They found that Master Lin's serve was really weird.

Lin Fan was actually helpless. He didn't know the principle, so he could only attribute it to the mysterious power.

Studio.

boom!

Host: "He said he won't fight."

Time passed by minute by minute.

…

boom!

"Woo!" Zhenping cried, picked up the ball, and served.

Pick up the ball again and serve.

The audience, who were originally very happy, fell silent.

Studio.

The audience, who were originally very happy, fell silent.

Then he threw the ball directly to Lin Fan, "You serve."

"I won't fight." Zhenping Yiming had never experienced such humiliation, and he almost burst into tears.

"Master Lin, this is a bit cruel, at least let him touch the ball."

Lin Fan stood there, without even moving his feet, and casually twitched.

Director Liu was confused throughout the whole process, but now he came to his senses, "Yes, yes, hurry up and tell the host that if you ask Master Lin to release a ball, you must release a ball."