PDLP Chapter 701: Beichuan and Reinhardt's Eye Contact, the Dark Boy and the Honest Boy
Chapter 701: Beichuan and Reinhardt's Eye Contact, the Dark Boy and the Honest Boy
"boom!"
"3-0!"
"boom!"
"5-0!"
……
"boom!"
"40-0!"
Now, the doubles match will be over with only one last ball left.
As for Alan Hopkins, where is the arrogance he had when he first appeared?
He curled up in a corner of the venue, his clothes disheveled and his eyes unfocused. He looked like a defeated dog that had fallen into the water, in a miserable state.
No matter how hard he struggled, no matter whether hatred or despair flashed in his eyes, he could not change the current situation.
The wind still blows and the sun still shines on the court, but for Alan Hopkins, none of this matters anymore.
He finally understood that some gaps could not be made up by willpower.
"Henry."
Pete Laimbeer's voice was low and steady, like a breeze coming from deep in his chest, passing through the slightly tense air of Citi Field.
"What do you think he's thinking about now?"
He continued, but his eyes were not on Henry Nobel III, but on the sweat- and dust-soaked playing field not far away.
The sunlight filtered through the edges of the towering stands, casting mottled shadows on the field, as if it was the final footnote that fate had added to this contest.
When only the last ball was left, the whole world seemed to hold its breath.
There was a suffocating silence in the air, even the wind had stopped blowing.
The cheers that had been rising and falling in the audience gradually died down, leaving only pairs of eyes fixed on the center of the venue.
In this silent waiting, time seemed to stand still.
Both Peter Lambiel and Henry Nobel III had already eliminated their tricks.
The two men stood in front of the net, with a hint of fatigue on their faces, but their eyes were still as sharp as eagles.
"What can I think about?"
Henry Nobel III chuckled, his voice tinged with sarcasm and disdain. "He must be thinking of retaliating or destroying himself together."
His tone was calm, as if he had already seen through his opponent's thoughts.
Alan Hopkins was standing opposite at this time, holding the racket tightly in both hands, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress his inner anger and unwillingness.
A complex emotion flickered in his eyes—a struggle of unwillingness and a deep fear of the future.
"Oh, this one?"
Peter Lambiel raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully. "While your courage is commendable, this is not a good idea."
He slowly walked over to Henry Nobel III and whispered, "If I remember correctly, this U-17 World Cup will be broadcast on television stations around the world."
"If he does that, do you think he can still stay in the Free State U-17 team?"
Peter Lambiel's tone was not harsh, but it was like a sharp knife, piercing the most vulnerable part of Alan Hopkins' heart.
There was no emotion in his words, as if he was just stating a simple fact.
However, it is this calmness that makes people feel extremely oppressive.
As soon as these words were spoken, Alan Hopkins on the opposite side suddenly took a breath.
He suddenly raised his head, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
There is no doubt that this guy had already come up with the idea of destroying himself and the enemy together from the very beginning.
Because the other party was playing with him the whole time, the feeling of being toyed with was almost unbearable for him.
But would he be willing to do that regardless of everything and give up what he has now?
The answer is definitely no.
Thinking back to when he first joined the U-17 national team of the Free State, this guy paid so much.
Getting up at five in the morning to train, swinging the racket, running, and falling day after day, countless injuries, bloodshed, and tears...
It can be said that as long as he reaches this level, his future tennis career will definitely not be too bad.
However, if he is kicked out of the Liberty Country U-17 team, all his dreams will be shattered like bubbles.
In the end, Alan Hopkins dropped his hands weakly, and the racket in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Two lines of clear tears flowed from his eyes and dripped onto the land for which he had fought.
Tears blurred his vision and his vision of the future.
As for Rocky Melody, he was carried away on a stretcher by the medical team in front of everyone's gaze.
His face was as pale as paper, with a piece of ice gauze on his forehead and his eyes were empty and lifeless.
The crowd around him seemed to become the background, and only the heavy footsteps and the sound of rolling wheels accompanied him as he left.
"The second doubles match of the U-17 World Cup between the Swiss U-17 team and the Free State U-17 team."
"The Swiss U-17 team won."
As the referee on the podium announced the result, Citi Field was once again filled with even more enthusiastic cheers than before.
This was followed by a burst of laughter.
The former's shouts were in support of Peter Lambiel and Henry Noble III, while the latter's were mocking Alan Hopkins and Rocky Melody.
After all, the doubles match just now was like a dramatic performance, and the protagonists were two extremely down-and-out Free Chinese people.
The sun still shines on the battlefield, but now it is no longer warm, but instead has a bit of biting chill.
The audience on the sidelines were either cheering or sighing, each immersed in a different atmosphere.
In the distant sky, a few birds flew across the sky, as if silently witnessing all this.
"What a tough opponent."
On the side of the Free State U-17 team, Ralf Reinhardt looked seriously at Kitagawa on the side of the Swiss U-17 team.
His expression was solemn, and his eyes revealed an indescribable fighting spirit.
In an instant, Kitagawa seemed to feel Ralph Reinhardt's gaze and turned his head to look at him with a smile.
His smile was still gentle, but it concealed a sharpness that could not be ignored.
The two looked at each other across the noisy stadium, as if time had stopped again at this moment.
As their eyes met, a surge of fighting spirit erupted.
At this moment, both the Swiss U-17 team and the Free State U-17 team felt the momentum clash between the two men at the first moment.
The invisible pressure swept over like a wave, making the air around it heavy.
The atmosphere at Citi Field became more tense.
People held their breath, as if earth-shaking changes would happen in the next second.
In this solemn atmosphere, the eyes of the two teenagers never wavered, as if they were ready to face all the upcoming challenges.
"Oh~oh~"
Beichuan stood on the sidelines with a meaningful smile on his face, which contained a bit of cunning and confidence.
"Are you starting to get anxious now?"
He tilted his head slightly and glanced at his teammates who were so nervous that they held their breath.
"But that's right."
Kitagawa's gaze finally fell on Akutsu, the always rebellious third tyrant.
His eyes were cold and determined, and he showed no sign of backing down even when facing an opponent who was older and more experienced than him.
Akutsu's body leaned forward slightly, like a wild beast ready to pounce on its prey at any time, his muscles tense, exuding a sense of power that should not be underestimated.
"Because they were just one game away from losing the U-17 World Cup."
The air was filled with tension, as if even the wind was holding its breath for this game.