PDLP Chapter 699: Pete's Talents: Verbal Hypnosis and Weak Current Transfer, Doubles Genius
Chapter 699: Pete's Talents: Verbal Hypnosis and Weak Current Transfer, Doubles Genius
"What went wrong?"
Alan Hopkins stood at the edge of the court, his brow furrowed, beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the handle of his tennis racket.
His fingers trembled slightly, as if he had lost all the strength to hold the racket.
At this moment, he was completely in chaos.
His previous calm and composed appearance was long gone, replaced by a face full of panic and anxiety.
His breathing was rapid and disordered, and his chest heaved violently, as if every breath he took was accompanied by a heavy sense of oppression.
Cold sweat continued to seep down his back, soaking the jersey on the back of his body and even sliding down his eyelashes into his eyes, forcing him to raise his hands frequently to wipe it away.
However, whether it was this ball or the next, the result remained the same - Pete Lambiel controlled the rhythm of the game with an almost elegant posture, forcing his opponent into a dead corner with one return after another that was accurate to the millimeter.
boom!
A crisp sound was heard, and the ball was as fast as lightning, cutting through the air and heading straight for the blind corner of the baseline.
The referee raised his right hand and announced the score: "1-0! Pete Lambiel scores."
huh... huh... huh...
Alan Hopkins' breathing became more and more rapid, and his heartbeat was thundering in his chest like a war drum.
His eyes were wandering and his lips were trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.
He looked down at his hands, his palms shiny with sweat, his knuckles white from excessive exertion.
The scene from the previous match kept flashing through his mind: Rocky Melody's condition, the angle of his own swing, his footwork, even the change in wind direction...
But no matter how we analyze it, we can't find the root cause of the problem.
"ROKY MELODIE!!!"
He turned around suddenly and yelled at his teammates who were still in a daze not far away.
The sound tore through the silence on the field and awakened Rocky Melody, who was immersed in self-doubt.
Alan Hopkins' face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he had been hollowed out by an invisible force.
His originally upright figure was now hunched, his shoulders were trembling slightly, and the corners of his mouth were twitching unconsciously.
The crazy, anxious, and nearly collapsed state made Rocky Melody a little dazed for a moment - was this really the vice-captain of the Free Country U-17 team?
"Wake up!"
Alan Hopkins' voice was hoarse and almost crying, "Don't worry, I won't tell your..."
As he shouted, he kept wiping his forehead and eyes with his hands. Sweat blurred his vision and his mind.
His movements were mechanical and repetitive, as if as long as he didn't stop wiping, he could prevent himself from falling into complete despair.
Loki Melody stared at him blankly, and her original fear and hesitation inexplicably receded a little at this moment.
He had never seen Alan Hopkins like this before. His once reassuring leadership qualities had now transformed into a fragility that was almost hysterical.
"Ah."
He only responded briefly and firmly.
This simple response seemed to light a lamp in his heart.
Taking a deep breath, Rocky Melody slowly closed his eyes, letting the noise outside, the inner struggle, and the shadow of failure pass through his mind one by one.
His breathing gradually became steady and his heartbeat slowed down.
At that moment, he seemed to have passed through some invisible barrier and walked from chaos to clarity.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze becoming sharp and focused.
He gently tossed the tennis ball in his hand, and it reflected a faint silver light in the sunlight.
Then he leaped up, stretched his body like a cheetah, and swung the racket down from top to bottom.
boom!
With a crisp impact sound, the tennis ball exploded from the air like a bullet, drawing a straight trajectory and heading straight for the opponent's blind spot at the baseline.
quick! Extremely fast!
At that moment, the entire court seemed to be cut in half by this white afterimage, and one could almost hear the whistling sound of the tennis ball tearing through the air.
Rocky Melody's movements are smooth and natural, with every muscle contracting and stretching just right, like a precision machine.
This is professional-level performance.
Not only that, he seemed to have grown a little at this moment - it was a breakthrough hidden deep in his heart, an instinctive awakening when facing pressure.
only……
This little bit of growth will not make much of a splash on the existing field.
"Hey~"
At this moment, a soft sigh came from the other side, with a hint of teasing and pity in the tone.
"You guys are really stupid."
Pete Laimbeer stood at the other end of the court, a sneer on his face.
His originally slightly weak face now showed a completely different expression - it was a condescending scrutiny, a kind of pity for ants.
"Anyone with a bit of common sense could have noticed something was wrong, and even discovered the root cause of the problem."
"But unfortunately, one is self-righteous and the other is as cowardly as a mouse."
As soon as the words fell, the whole place fell silent.
Peter Lambiel, who was originally delicate and gentle, seemed like a different person at this moment.
His eyes were no longer gentle, but instead revealed an indescribable indifference and insight.
The eyes hidden behind the lenses flashed with a strange light, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.
There is no doubt that this man, who can be said to be the embodiment of Swiss multi-talented talent, has displayed a certain ability from the very beginning.
And this ability is hypnosis.
Unlike Romeo Fernandez of the Spanish U-17 team in the original work, Peter Lambiel's hypnosis relies on language.
But through a more covert way - he can transfer his weaknesses to his doubles teammates, so that he can gradually become perfect.
This is also one of the reasons why he chose doubles.
The combination of these two talents is tantamount to creating a terrifying doubles dominance.
Once junior high school student Henry Noble III fully grows up, they are bound to become the dominant force in the world of doubles tennis.
And now, they are moving towards this goal step by step.
Alan Hopkins stood there, his lips trembling slightly, and Peter Lambiel's cold and confident face was reflected in his pupils.
He finally understood - it turned out that from the moment the game started, they had fallen into the opponent's trap.