Tennis: Bind Longma at the beginning, double the return

Chapter 441: Meet South Korea again and prepare for a massacre.

"Ralph!"

Lin Nan threw the person behind him onto a stool nearby at lightning speed.

The latter knocked over several stools in succession and squealed like a pig: "Ah!!!"

as predicted.

The person hugging him from behind was none other than Ralph Reinhardt.

Lin Nan immediately pulled out a wet tissue and frantically rubbed his hair that had just been touched by the other person's chest, with an expression that looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Hey, hey, hey, it hurts, Lin Nan!"

Ralph held his waist and climbed up with difficulty.

Just as I was about to stand up and walk back, I was frightened by a scolding voice: "Don't come over here, stand three seats away from me!"

Lin Nan looked at Ralph with disgust: "How dare you hug me, you bastard."

"Why are you here?"

At this time, QP, who had just finished the game, came back.

Seeing Longya and Ralph, he showed a surprised expression.

Long Ya took a bite of the orange and laughed loudly, "Hello, QP senior, I know that Big Brother is playing in the tour, so we came to watch the game when we have nothing to do."

Hearing this, Lin Nan asked in confusion: "Aren't you traveling around the world to practice? How come you have nothing to do? Is your practice over?"

"Forehead....."

Ralph touched his nose awkwardly: "The original plan was to travel around the world to practice, but after passing through India's country, we just want to live a good life and empty ourselves."

When mentioning Asan Country, Long Ya shuddered noticeably.

I don’t know what the two of them experienced there.

Previously, when Lin Nan learned that the two were going to travel to India, he had warned them, but the two did not listen and insisted on going.

It looks like he has suffered a setback.

If it's just a simple defeat, it's fine, but I'm afraid of eating shit...

.....

.....

That afternoon.

Lin Nan's eighth round match officially started, and his opponent was Kim Bu-jong, who was known as the number one tennis player in South Korea.

Ten minutes before the game starts.

Lin Nan and his group of five arrived at the stadium.

Ten minutes before the show started, a voice came over the radio.

'Daxia Tournament, Group B's eighth round is about to begin. Please prepare yourselves, players 'Lin Nan' and 'Jin Buzheng'. The match will start in ten minutes!'

'Daxia Tournament, Group B's eighth round is about to begin. Please prepare yourselves, players 'Lin Nan' and 'Jin Buzheng'. The match will start in ten minutes!'

.....

The broadcast sounded several times in succession.

When Lin Nan heard this, he walked off the court and took out a racket from his bag.

"Brother, come on!"

"Come on, Lin Nan!"

Long Ya waved the balloon stick in her hand at the shop owner.

Ralph, on the other hand, said coquettishly, "Xiao Nan, do you need a hug?"

"Ugly rejection!"

Lin Nan raised his hands to cover his eyes.

He really couldn't take the attack of that golden chest hair.

Just walked onto the field.

Lin Nan felt a burning gaze scanning him, and could clearly sense ill intentions.

It was his rival 'Jin Buzheng'.

15-star combat power.

His playing style and talent tend to be more technical, and he has mastered techniques of dimensional strength. Compared with the opponents he encountered in previous tours, Jin Buzheng is obviously much stronger.

After finishing the warm-up.

Jin Buzheng came to the center of the court and took the initiative to approach the center net, adjusting his perspective to look down at Lin Nan.

Lin Nan is now 181cm tall, and Jin Buzheng is obviously half a head taller than him.

"It's Jin Buzheng!"

"Kim Bu-jong is here, the pride of our great South Korea, go ahead and beat this damn guy to death!"

"Revenge, revenge is a must, he destroyed one of the most powerful geniuses in our universe!"

Jin Buzheng's appearance.

This caused cheers from a small area on the sidelines.

Some Daxia audience members who could understand Korean immediately started cursing: "I'm on fire, these Koreans dared to curse at Lin Shen, cover up their voices!"

One stone caused a thousand waves!

The entire stadium instantly erupted in curses that belonged only to the Daxia audience.

"South Koreans... damn bastards!"

"South Koreans... damn bastards!"

"Lin Nan...will definitely win!"

Although there was no rehearsal, all the Daxia audience members were surprisingly in sync, with one person calling out the name and a group of people calling out the suffix.

Such an exaggerated noise frightened the small group of South Koreans so much that they dared not continue speaking.

"As expected of us Daxia people."

Lin Nan's mouth corners raised.

When it comes to the fighting nation, we all have to rely on our own people.

You know, there is a classic saying in Daxia that is completely applicable to both worlds.

Radicals think conservatives are too radical.

Conservatives think that radicals are too conservative.

The main point is that whoever messes with me, I will kill him, no matter how far away he is.

If it weren't for the South Korean's shout, the audience would still be watching the game with a normal mind, but now they have completely entered a fighting mode.

However, Lin Nan and Jin Buzheng on the field were not affected too much.

"I have to say, I'm pretty lucky."

Jin Buzheng looked down at Lin Nan.

Especially when he saw the other person's tender face, his eyes flashed with cruelty, and he did not take the media's title of "the best player in the World Cup" seriously at all.

to him.

The World Cup is the World Cup, not a professional tournament.

He is a player ranked in the top 50 of the ATP rankings and is simply not something these students can compare to.

"Good luck, eh?"

Lin Nan raised his head and looked at Jin Buzheng.

The next second, the entire arena erupted with an extremely terrifying aura of suppression.

In an instant, Jin Buzheng felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, and the huge force made him kneel to the ground subconsciously.

From looking down to looking up.

This scene left everyone confused.

Lin Nan controlled the momentum very well, and everyone only noticed that the atmosphere in the arena was not right, but was not affected much.

The only people affected were Kim Bu-jeong and the referee who was slightly affected.

Lin Nan stared at Jin Buzheng coldly and said, "In the next game, you will know whether your luck is good or not. What a pity..."

"You South Korea finally produced a player who is among the top 50 in the ATP rankings."

After saying that, Lin Nan tore off his aura and turned to look at the referee: "You can declare the match to begin."

"Ah.....Ohhhh ~Okay!"

The referee also slowed down at this moment.

Although he had experienced many big scenes, this was the first time he had felt such exaggerated momentum as Lin Nan's: "The game begins, Lin Nan will serve first!"

The referee blew the whistle to start the game.

Lin Nan walked to the baseline and slammed the tennis racket to the ground.

The crisp beating sound brought Jin Buzheng back to his senses.

Seeing himself kneeling on the ground, a surge of shame and anger surged in my heart, but I still had to say stubbornly: "Damn guy, he used such a despicable method to make me fall, referee, please disqualify him from the competition!"

The word "fall" was spoken with heavy emphasis, as if to justify himself.

This is the home court of the Great Xia Kingdom.

The referee was not a fool. He knew that it was a confrontation of momentum, and he also hated South Korean players.

"Stop talking so much nonsense. The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. Don't you think you've lost enough face?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Buzheng was stunned.

He didn't expect the referee to scold him like this.

His expression immediately became distorted: "After the game, I will definitely complain about you."