Chapter 807 Where Did the Ball Go?

Backstage.

Master Liu was already dumbfounded, "What is he going to do? Why did he drag Master Lin up here? He doesn't think it's a big deal. If Master Lin loses him, it's really over."

In his opinion, never underestimate Master Lin's fans.

Those fans are really too loyal. Now that the host invites Master Lin up, isn't that looking for abuse?

When that time comes, the matter will probably become a big deal, and those fans will get angry, but it's really not a joke.

Kazuki Shinpei looked at the host, "How many rounds is this time?"

The host was a little embarrassed, he didn't know how to answer, how many times should this be done?

Lin Fan smiled, "Let's have a regular match too, let's just win six out of seven rounds."

Kazuaki Shinpei, "Six wins in seven games, is there such a game rule?"

The host translates.

Lin Fan, "I don't want to play longer with the champion and learn some skills."

...

Studio.

"Woo, this is not the Master Lin I know."

"Why is Master Lin doing this? Shouldn't he pick up the racket and slap this guy hard?"

"Hey, Master Lin probably doesn't want to be ashamed."

"What about wool, I don't want to be ashamed, and I'm still playing seven innings. If you want to be nice to me, just hit two balls at most."

"Hey……."

No one is optimistic about Lin Fan. In their view, this is completely self-inflicted humiliation.

Kazuming Shinpei smiled, "Okay, then let me teach you how to play. We Japanese are very generous."

Lin Fan threw the ball in his hand to Shinpei Kazuming, "The visitor is a guest, please kick off."

Kazuming Shinpei laughed, "I'm kicking off the ball, I'm afraid you won't even be able to touch the ball."

Lin Fan couldn't understand Japanese, and then stood there, waiting for Kazuke Shinpei to kick off.

However, the host translated the words.

Lin Fan smiled when he heard this, and didn't take it seriously.

Studio.

"It's over, this posture looks like an amateur among amateurs."

"Master Lin is probably always a blank slate."

"Serve."

At this time, Kazuaki Shinpei kicked off the ball very casually, but there was a mystery hidden in the ball, and the spin was very strong.

The opponent he wants to fight in one round has no resistance.

Lin Fan swung the racket. In his eyes, the speed of the ball was very slow. Then his body moved violently, and his arms swung very fast, bombarding the flying ball with absolute force.

boom!

Just a straight jerk.

Shinpei's originally relaxed expression suddenly changed, his body couldn't keep up with the reaction, and just as he was about to raise his hand, the ball had already fallen.

"Fuck!"

Everyone at the scene stood up, dumbfounded.

They couldn't believe that Master Lin actually won a goal.

The live broadcast room exploded in an instant, and some people didn't see what was going on at all, because in their opinion, the speed was too fast.

Lin Fan shook his hands, "I didn't expect my skills to be good, the Japanese champion don't let it go, if you don't catch my ball, it will be boring to play."

Shinpei Yiming didn't expect the opponent to be so powerful, so he couldn't help becoming serious at this moment, and then adjusted his mentality, "The strength is good, continue."

When the opponent was about to throw the ball to Lin Fan, Lin Fan waved his hand directly, "Don't give me the ball, you serve the ball. I'm afraid that if you don't serve the ball, you won't be able to touch the ball. After all, the visitor is a visitor. Touch the ball."

Studio.

"My god, I found out that Master Lin is the most arrogant."

"Haha, I like this arrogant one."

"Damn, Master Lin is not arrogant, is that still the Master Lin in my mind?"

...

Shinpei was a little angry, but the host who was the translator was very happy.

Fuck this guy.

At this moment, Kazuaki Shinpei showed all his strength, he felt that the other party was mocking him, spinning the ball at high speed, and to catch the ball, a certain skill was needed, otherwise the ball would fly elsewhere.

national team.

"This ball is not easy. I didn't expect that Shinpei Yiming is so strong, and ordinary people really can't catch it."

"After all, he is an apprentice educated by Su Jing, and his strength is really..."

Before he finished speaking, the situation on TV suddenly changed.

Lin Fan still did his old tricks, that is, simply and rudely pumped.

Kazumei Shinpei didn't even react, he just watched the ball fly by.

Lin Fan was a little speechless, "Champion, are you okay? Are you unable to catch it? Then, I will hit it slowly later, and you should hit it back, otherwise I will be very embarrassed and feel like I am practicing my serve. "

These words were broadcast to everyone's ears through TV and live broadcast on the Internet.

Everyone in the national team was dumbfounded and looked at each other in blank dismay. Just these two goals, not to mention Shinping Yiming, even they couldn't react at all.

But for the audience, the visual impact is too damn strong.

"It's cool, it's really cool, Master Lin is just so awesome."

"Haha, I'm dying of laughter, the face of this Japanese champion is black."

...

Shinpei Kazuming's heart was beating very hard, and he felt humiliated.

Then he directly threw the ball to Lin Fan, "You serve."

Lin Fan looked helpless, "Okay, I'll serve, but don't worry, I will play slower." Then, holding the racket, a rookie served.

When Shinpei saw this way of serving, he laughed immediately, and he must pull back hard later.

boom!

The yellow ball hit the table and bounced. Just as Shinpei Yiming was about to draw it, he suddenly found that the ball in his sight suddenly changed direction, and the speed increased so suddenly that he couldn't react at all. .

Frustrated.

"Champion of Japan, why didn't you catch the ball? In fact, it's very easy to catch. As long as the racket touches it, it can bounce back. How can you win the championship with your strength? I deeply doubt it. It seems that Xu Song is not badly injured. It's light." Lin Fan said to himself, not paying attention to how ugly Zhenping Yiming's face was.

The people of the national team were completely dumbfounded. They found that Master Lin's serve was really weird.

How could it be possible to make a second change, and the speed suddenly increased, what is the principle behind this.

Lin Fan was actually very helpless, he didn't know the reason for this, he could only attribute it to the addition of the mysterious power.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The originally cheerful audience fell silent.

"Master Lin is a bit ruthless, at least let him touch the ball."

"Friendship first, competition second, I can't bear to watch it anymore."

"Look at Shinpei's face, it looks like he's about to cry."

"Where does it seem, I'm already crying so much, okay?"

"Master Lin, I beg you, let him hit the ball, don't throw him out of the shadows."

...

"Japanese champion, can you do it?"

"Champion of Japan, my speed is already slow enough. If you still can't catch it, I really can't serve it, or you should serve it, at least I can touch the ball."

"Champion of Japan, my ball is going back and forth in a straight line, where are you going?"

The scene was quiet, only Lin Fan was talking to himself.

"what!

At this moment, Kazuki Shinpei threw the racket on the table, and his whole body was about to collapse, especially the words 'Japanese champion', which kept destroying his heart.

"I won't fight anymore." Since when Shinpei had suffered such humiliation, tears were about to fall.

"What did he say?" Lin Fan asked the host.

Host, "He said he would stop fighting."

Lin Fan looked at the other party with disdain, "What's the situation, you Japanese won't afford to lose if you agreed to win six out of seven rounds, right? No respect, do you look down on amateur players?"

The host couldn't stand it anymore, but he also translated the words.

Amateur?

Amateur you paralyzed.

Are there amateur players like you?

Shinpei Kazuming had already collapsed, and while crying, he picked up the racket and served the ball.

"That's good."

Lin Fan just made a draw back, leaving the opponent no room to resist.

"Woohoo!" Shinpei Kazuming cried, picked up the ball, and served it.

Pick up the ball, serve.

Pick up the ball again and serve.

Lin Fan stood there without moving his feet, and just twitched casually.

Kazuming Shinpei was in a daze. He didn't know where the ball went. He looked left and right, but he didn't see the ball.

Where did the ball go!

Lin Fan, "Champion, the ball is in your collar. I didn't notice it just now, and it flew in."

With red eyes and tears streaming down his face, Shinpei Kazumei took out the ball from his collar and served it.

Backstage.

The staff member said, "Director, why don't you tell Master Lin, I'll forget it, let him catch the ball, after all, this is also an international friend, too much, isn't it destroying the international friendship, besides, it's really flat. Ming is also the champion of the Asian World Championships, it would be too..."

Master Liu was in a daze the whole time, but now he came to his senses, "Yes, yes, hurry up and tell the host, let Master Lin put a ball, you must put a ball."

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PS: I went out to eat, and I have to update the new book when I come back. Everyone, give me some motivation for the new book. I love you, give you a little love, and let you feel that there is still warmth in the world.