PDLP Chapter 697: The embodiment of talent - Pete Lambiel, a miserable opponent forced to play 1v2
Chapter 697: The embodiment of talent - Pete Lambiel, a miserable opponent forced to play 1v2
Compared to the Free State U-17 team.
The Swiss U-17 team had a completely different story.
"The players of the Free State U-17 team are truly foolish."
Albert Federer shook his head dismissively.
"Henri Nobel III and Peter Lambiel are just playing a double game. Let them fight among themselves."
Albert Federer said as he posed with his muscles.
"If this were a real game," Albert Federer continued, "wouldn't those two be fighting to the death?"
At this time, Albert Federer was standing on the sidelines, watching the developments on the court intently.
Albert Federer said with amusement, "One is called 'the embodiment of talent,' and the other is called 'the genius prince.' They are the strongest doubles team in the Swiss U-17 training camp. It's easy to play with two self-righteous guys."
at the same time.
Randy Pug stood quietly by, his face expressionless and as solemn as a sculpture.
A pair of sharp eyes seem to be able to penetrate all illusions and reach the essence of things.
"How could Peter Lambiel, known as the Swiss tennis treasure who possesses a multitude of talents, not immediately perceive his opponent's abilities and intentions?"
Randy Pug's voice was deep and powerful, as if every word contained immense power. "From the beginning to the end, he and Henry Nobel III were just toying with their rivals."
Alexander Amadeus chuckled softly, his smile revealing a hint of cunning and intelligence.
He knew both Peter Lambiel and Henry Nobel III very well.
"Junior Beichuan,"
Alexander Amadeus suddenly spoke and asked directly to Beichuan, "Have you already planned this?" There was a hint of curiosity and ridicule in his tone, making it difficult to guess his true thoughts.
Recalling the scene at the airport, the players of the Free Fruit U-17 team, led by Alan Hopkins, looked arrogant from beginning to end.
Their arrogant attitude made many people dissatisfied, but since it was in a public place, everyone remained restrained.
However, given Kitagawa's sinister character, such a provocation would never be easily let go.
Beichuan's gentle voice rang out: "How can you say it's a premeditated act to annoy the other party?"
"I just wanted to put on an interesting little show for the other team in this U-17 World Cup tournament."
"Does that guy on the court look like a clown?"
Although Beichuan's words sounded relaxed, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill.
If this is not premeditation, then what is?
As the game progressed, before the first game was over, one of the opponent's doubles players had been pushed to the limit and even showed symptoms of respiratory cholinergic syndrome.
If this situation continues, there is concern not only that someone will require emergency medical assistance due to respiratory alkalosis, but also that another player may suffer a mental breakdown and fall into an irreversible condition.
Let’s not talk about the reactions of the people off the court for now.
At this moment, on the court.
The air outside the field seemed to freeze, even the wind stopped flowing.
There was complete silence all around, with only the sound of sneakers rubbing against the ground, the muffled sound of rackets hitting the ball, and the exclamations from the audience.
Everything seemed to be slowed down, and every detail was magnified infinitely.
In the center of the field, Alan Hopkins looked increasingly lonely.
Although his back was straight, there was a hint of fatigue and struggle that was difficult to conceal.
At this moment.
Alan Hopkins stood on one side of the court, his brows furrowed and his eyes as deep as a pool of water.
He was thin but upright, his fingers tightly gripping the racket, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to crush all his anger and resentment in his palm.
"What on earth did you do?"
Alan Hopkins' voice was low and cold, like a knife cutting through ice, filled with suppressed anger.
"If you have the guts, come at me with real weapons. What's the point of doing something in secret?!"
He said this almost through gritted teeth, and the sound echoed over the court, stirring up invisible ripples.
Upon hearing this, Henry Nobel III's body trembled violently, and he shrank back involuntarily as if he had been struck by an electric current.
He wanted to open his mouth to refute, but he couldn't say a word.
My throat seemed to be blocked by something and I couldn't even utter the simplest syllables.
His original noble temperament had long since disappeared, replaced by a face full of dullness and fear, like a small animal cornered by a hunter, trembling and waiting for the judgment of fate.
"Henry Nobel III! Calm down!"
At this moment, Pete Laimbeer suddenly raised his voice, and the sound exploded like thunder on the court.
"You're one of the best junior high school players on our Swiss U-17 team. If you're this scared, what will happen to the others in their matches?"
As Peter Lambiel spoke, he stared at Henry Nobel III with sharp eyes, as if trying to wake him up with his eyes.
"This is a doubles match. If you're ready to run away at any moment, what should I do?"
He continued to roar, his tone filled with both blame and a hint of anxiety.
It seemed that such a loud roar had some effect, and Henry Nobel III's eyes finally regained some clarity.
He began to take deep breaths, his chest swelling with each inhale and slowly calming down with each exhale.
His lips trembled slightly, his eyes gradually became firm, and finally with a resolute look, he clenched the racket in his hand, as if he had regained his will.
However, there was a different look in this guy's eyes.
It was a deeply hidden emotion, a mixture of disdain, contempt, and disgust, like a high-ranking chess player looking down at the foolish pawns struggling in vain.
It's like he thinks the other person is too stupid and doesn't want to let him continue playing.
However, because it was hidden so perfectly, no one noticed anything wrong until this moment.
After seeing Henry Nobel III regain some consciousness, Peter Lambiel started serving the ball directly.
Although he was still educating Henry Nobel III the moment before, when it was his turn to serve, he had the same expression as Henry Nobel III just now, with a faint sneer on his face.
boom!
As he threw the tennis ball up, the racket and the tennis ball collided heavily, making a crisp and powerful sound.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful aura flashed past Henry Nobel III.
It was a force that was almost tangible, as if the air was torn apart in that instant.
In an instant, a brilliant light bloomed on the face of the racket in his hand, like a dazzling meteor streaking across the night sky.
In just a blink of an eye, the tennis ball was like a streak of light, passing the net, passing Alan Hopkins, falling heavily to the ground, and then bouncing out of bounds, easily scoring.
The whole process was smooth and the transformation was so fast that everyone was stunned.
30-30!
Switzerland U-17 team scores.