Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 694: 'Unlucky' Alan Hopkins, the tennis doctor is sick

Look at the other side.

"Wow!"

Pete Lambiel adjusted his glasses and said in surprise, "I'm so lucky, so lucky. I didn't expect that I could score with this shot."

"I hope every goal I score next time will be this lucky."

He paused, his tone returning to calm, "Although I know this situation is unlikely to happen."

It seemed that because of the huge gap in strength between the two players in this game, Pete Lambiel quickly calmed down after being surprised.

"Hey, Henry,"

Peter Lambiel turned to his partner with an encouraging glint in his eyes. "We need to keep this up. As long as we give it our all, maybe we can create a miracle."

Henry Nobel III nodded and responded, "Senior Pitt is right. We must believe in ourselves and never give up easily, even when facing a powerful opponent."

Afterwards, this guy seemed to have gained some confidence from this ball, so his serving action was obviously smoother than the previous one.

"I understand!"

Alan Hopkins gritted his teeth and said, "You have too many weaknesses. It's not that I haven't enslaved you!"

"In other words, you're just completely lucky."

After saying that, he rushed out almost at full speed.

At the moment the tennis ball hit the ground, Alan Hopkins also came here.

There was almost no hesitation.

This guy simply held the racket with one hand and swung it vigorously.

boom!

In an instant, the racket and the tennis ball collided, and the crisp sound echoed across the court.

The tennis ball also turned into a parabola and flew towards the opposite side.

"Henry! Henry! Hurry up!"

Peter Lambie immediately shouted at Henry Nobel III. He no longer looked calm and composed as before. The anxiety on his face was clearly visible.

"Senior Pete, I can't do this. I really can't catch such a powerful shot!"

Henry Nobel III suddenly looked flustered and said with a helpless and sad face, while waving the racket in his hand wildly in panic, as if the next moment this ball would directly knock him out of the field.

however.

boom!

It was just such a random swing, but miraculously he was able to return the ball successfully.

The moment the racket collided with the tennis ball, there was a crisp sound, and the tennis ball bounced back at an incredible angle and landed accurately within the bounds.

There was an uproar.

Alan Hopkins stared at it all with wide eyes in disbelief.

How is this going?

He muttered to himself, obviously unable to accept this result.

Pete Lambiel stood there in a daze for a few seconds, then the corners of his mouth slowly rose, revealing a meaningful smile.

"It seems that today's luck is not bad."

He told Henry Nobel III, "But we cannot rely on luck alone; we must rely on skill and teamwork to win the game."

"That's right, Senior Pete,"

Henry Nobel III nodded in agreement, "Let's work together and play our best!"

"Oh my God!"

"Senior Pete, I actually did it!"

Henry Nobel III jumped up excitedly, his golden brown hair wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

He gripped the racket tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from exertion, his eyes gleaming with disbelief. "I feel like this one shot will allow me to go back and brag with my friends for a whole year."

There was a slight tremor in his voice, as if he still hadn't recovered from the incredibly precise shot he had just made.

His heart beat faster, blood roared in his eardrums, and the scene of the ball passing through the net and bouncing off the ground kept replaying in his mind.

At this moment, he seemed to hardly believe his eyes.

Obviously, the opponent was the vice-captain of the Free Country, whose skills, experience and momentum were far superior to his own, but at that moment, he actually completed the counterattack!

He felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart, as if he was finally no longer the small character who could only hide behind others.

At this moment, he felt that he could really become a trustworthy member of the team.

"Could it be that we are blessed by the goddess of luck?"

Pete Laimbeer stood on the sidelines, his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, but with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

He looked up at the light on the ceiling and took a deep breath, as if he was really praying to God for good luck.

"That's already two goals."

He whispered, his tone tinged with a hint of unbelievable surprise, "As long as we get one more point, even if we lose, it won't be shameful!"

Peter Lambiel is actually not at peace.

Although he was smiling on the surface, his heart was always tense.

He knew that this game was a relatively important one for the Swiss U-17 team and it was also a stage for them to prove themselves to the world.

However, the closer he gets to victory, the more likely he is to doubt.

Is this sudden advantage real?

Or is it just a trap set by the opponent?

He prayed and tried to suppress his inner anxiety.

He cannot let his emotions cloud his judgment and must remain calm.

After all, the real game has just begun.

Watching the changes in the scene, Alan Hopkins from the Liberty State team almost couldn't hold it in anymore.

He stood on the other side of the field, his brows furrowed and his mouth pressed into a straight line.

His figure was stretched out in the light, casting a heavy shadow on the ground.

Alan Hopkins' heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by someone, causing a dull pain.

He never thought that he would make consecutive mistakes in a crucial game and even suffer repeated setbacks when facing an unknown opponent.

He began to question his condition, wondering if the intensity of his recent training was too high, causing his body's reaction to slow down.

But he quickly rejected this idea - it was not a problem of physical fitness, but the result of tactics being discovered and rhythm being disrupted.

He forced himself to calm down, remembering what the samurai Nanjiro Echizen had taught him: "When you can't control the situation, control yourself first."

So he closed his eyes and took three deep breaths, trying to block out the outside sounds and refocus his attention on the person in front of him.