Chapter 502 Becker's Confidence, the Goalkeeper of the Japanese Team

Two consecutive defeats!

The players of the Japanese team, especially Hiyoshi, Kirihara and others in the stands, all felt incredible.

Such a strong ghost lost.

Ochi and Omagari, who have Mach serve and amazing doubles strength, also lost!

They suffered an unprecedented two consecutive defeats. For a time, the haze of failure spread in the team, and many people became depressed.

"It turned out to be like this."

In the stands.

The players of those teams who had lost to the Japanese team in the group stage or the knockout stage were also full of surprise.

Such a strong Japanese team actually lost two games like this?

"So, there is a gap between the strong. Is that what you mean?"

Balentin of the American team whispered.

"Maybe."

Reinhardt did not comment.

He was very sensitive and could clearly hear that the players of other teams around him, except for a few who thought that the two games of the Japanese team were regrettable, the rest were all some sarcastic voices.

But in fact,

Even in the second doubles match 2, the Japanese team played their own rhythm in the face of professional doubles. Forcing the opponent to take out the last trump card, in this regard, it is already very rare.

Not to mention, in the first singles match 3, the Japanese team only lost to luck. If they play again, even Qp will definitely not be sure to defeat the opponent.

In the same ultimate realm, the demon Asura of the ghost is not much worse than Qp. Even Reinhardt felt a sense of shock when he saw the figure with three heads and six arms and a terrifying breath like the abyss of hell.

But.

This is the reality of the game.

Many times, we don’t look at the process, but only recognize the results.

Especially the previous public opinion has always regarded the Japanese team as the strongest dark horse team. It was even praised to the extent that even the German team was not its opponent.

The higher you praise, the worse you fall.

At least, most of the teams at the scene had an expression of gloating and watching the show when the Japanese team lost.

"But did the Japanese team really lose?"

Reinhardt narrowed his eyes.

Similarly, Amadeus of the Swiss team, Camus of the French team, even Zeus of the Greek team and Noah, the off-field adviser of the Australian team, all showed meaningful expressions.

"It seems that the Japanese team this year can't create a miracle after all."

The main player of the Australian team, the mature-looking blond young man Fitzgerald shook his head and sighed.

The other players also felt it was a pity.

For them, if the Japanese team can beat the German team, at least it means that they, who also lost to the Japanese team, are not too bad.

"Is that really the case?"

But at this moment, the blue-haired boy Noah smiled and said, "But why do I feel that the German team is the one who really played all the cards and fell into a passive position?"

Huh? !

As soon as this was said.

Not only the others, but even Noah's brother Gorgias showed a surprised expression.

"Noah, are you serious?"

Gorgias frowned and looked at his brother: "The Japanese team has lost two games in a row now. There is still Polk in the remaining singles match!"

Jurgen Barisavich Polk, the world's No. 1 high school student!

Such a person is not as good as Ishikawa, who is known as the most brilliant talent in this World Cup.

With this person in charge.

The German team, which has won two consecutive victories, has basically determined the result of winning.

But.

Noah is different from others.

Although he has lost his eyesight, his keen grasp of the situation is clearer than others. Even if he does not participate in the game, he can accurately predict the future trend.

Although his words are exaggerated, they also make the Australian players feel that the next game may exceed others' expectations.

"Next, the singles 2 game will start."

"Rudolf Becker (high 3) on behalf of the German team will play against Byodoin Phoenix (high 3) on behalf of the Japanese team."

"Please prepare for both players."

The broadcast voice fell.

The audience's eyes turned to the two players on both sides of the court.

Especially the German team.

Becker's name is much more famous than Byodoin. After all, the former has already decided to turn professional, while the latter has no record of taking a shot in this year's World Cup.

In terms of fame, Becker is undoubtedly a block away from Byodoin.

"Heh."

Feeling the eyes from all around, Becker smiled faintly.

He shook his coat gracefully, held the racket horizontally in his right hand, and walked towards the court very elegantly.

In the exhibition match, he lost to the Japanese team.

But the bigger reason for that game was that he was careless, otherwise he would never give the opponent a chance to take advantage of the situation. And that defeat was regarded as a shame by him, and he worked hard to train himself.

Since then.

Whether it was the group stage or the knockout stage to the final stage, he played the role of attacking.

The main players of other countries, including England, which ranked second only to the United States, were also defeated by him.

It can be said.

When Polk and Qp were not in action, he was the strongest player on the German team. Moreover, in yesterday's training match, he defeated Bismarck head-on, thus establishing his position.

"This match will prove that I have washed away the humiliation of the exhibition match!"

He raised his head.

With a smile on his face, Becker fixed his eyes on his opponent: "The German team will advance to the semi-finals with three consecutive wins. And I, Rudolf Becker, will be the one who will completely knock the Japanese team into the abyss!"

In Becker's view, when the opponent's name on the radio was not that of Shin Ishikawa, the match was over.

The rest was just garbage time for the opponent to survive.

"Hello."

However, when he walked to the net, although he was very confident in his heart and did not take his opponent seriously at all, he still showed a very elegant smile on the surface: "My name is Rudolf Becker, and I hope to have a wonderful match with you."

"No need for that."

With his arms folded, Byodoin had no intention of shaking hands with the other party. He looked sideways and said lightly: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Uh"

Becker was stunned.

He did not expect that his opponent would do such a thing. His initiative to show goodwill was actually ignored by the other party.

Instantly.

A strong anger spread from Becker's heart and burned into his chest in an instant. If he had not received aristocratic education since childhood, he would probably have burst out.

"Okay, very good."

Taking a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart, Becker restrained his sharp eyes and slowly retracted his outstretched hand: "Since you want to end it quickly, I will satisfy you."

"Yeah."

Byedoin nodded, then turned around and walked towards the baseline. Before leaving, his voice rang again: "Serve right, etc., you can choose it yourself."

"Asshole!!!"

Byedoin's behavior undoubtedly angered Becker again. He thought that his status was not inferior to Amadeus of the Swiss team, but he could never have imagined that someone would ignore his existence again and again in the semi-finals.

"Baiduin Phoenix, right?"

Trying hard to suppress his anger, Becker looked at the opponent's back with a sharp gaze and said, "I will make you regret it! I swear!!!"

The pre-match exchange ended unhappily.

The atmosphere on the scene was a bit dull, and the players from other countries also felt a bit strange. After all, no one expected that this singles match 2 would start in this way.

"That Byodoin is really rude!"

On the German team side.

Seyfried said coldly: "Senior Becker was kind enough to say hello, but he didn't give him any face. Such a person is so rude."

"It's really a bit too much."

Bismarck nodded in approval: "Logically, he would not be so rude even if he is arrogant to be the representative of the Japanese team in the semi-finals."

"What do you mean?"

Frankensteiner next to him seemed to think of something and blurted out: "Are they deliberately provoking Senior Becker?"

"Intentionally? These guys are really rude."

Seyfried curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Only weak guys would choose this approach, it's ridiculous!"

Huh?

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Qp, Bismarck and others next to him suddenly had a gleam of brilliance in their eyes.

"So. Is he pretending on purpose?"

Qp looked at the impatient blond youth at the bottom line of the Japanese team, and said thoughtfully: "It really looks like he did it on purpose to anger Senior Rudolf and make him lose his mind."

This is not surprising.

After all, small moves and trash talk are also a tactic in competitive games. As long as it is within the scope allowed by the rules and can affect the opponent's state and win, it can be used.

Of course.

As the No. 1 seed of the nine consecutive World Cup champions, the German team simply disdains to do this.

They have their own pride. If they win the tenth championship in this way, it will tarnish the gold content of the previous nine championships.

"The problem is."

At this time, Bismarck squinted his eyes and said: "Rudolf doesn't look like a guy who will easily lose his mind, right?"

As the saying goes, one learns from one's mistakes.

Becker himself is a top player, and his strength has entered the professional level. The failure of the exhibition match made him reflect on himself, and he locked himself up for 10 hours after returning.

Such a person, even if he is prone to rage, is definitely not a single-threaded person.

"Are you trying to provoke me?"

Sure enough.

At the bottom line.

Becker took out a tennis ball and tapped it gently, with a bit of coldness in his eyes. At this time, after calming down, he, like Bismarck and others, guessed the opponent's "purpose".

And if the Equal Court really did this, it means that the opponent is actually deliberately acting strong. Then the question is, what kind of person would act so strong before the game?

Very simple.

Because they are not strong enough.

Only the weak will do such a move.

This means that the opponent is actually strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and only by using such tricks can he gain an advantage.

Thinking of this, Becker couldn't help but show a meaningful smile on his face.

"That may disappoint you."

He glanced at his opponent lightly, grabbed the tennis ball, and threw it high up: "In return, I will let you feel the horror of the professional level!"

Bang!

The next moment.

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The tennis ball landed at an astonishing speed towards the intersection of the side line on the backhand side of Byodo-in Temple and the middle dividing line.

Becker's serve is very fast.

Moreover, he also made a counter-logic statement. Because when most people observe the serve, they focus more on the outside sideline.

This ball can have even more unexpected effects.

In addition, Becker's own skills are very good. In the original ranking of high school students, he was second only to Amadeus of the Swiss team.

Therefore, this serve is fast and urgent, and the angle is very tricky. If the average person didn't pay too much attention before, or even defended the other side more, it would be basically impossible to hit the tennis ball back.

“What a fast serve!!!”

Almost at the same time.

Players from various countries in the stands, especially the Australian team's super-fast serving twins Millman and McGregor, all subconsciously exclaimed.

Professional serve.

Even they, who are famous for their serving, are far from being able to catch up.

Everyone in the German team was even more excited.

Seyfried, Frankensteiner and others almost all believed that this ball would definitely be scored directly. Teach this self-righteous guy a lesson!

Bang!

But the next moment.

A flash of light yellow light suddenly bloomed in the middle of Becker's side without any warning.

"0-15!"

quiet!

The entire stadium fell into absolute silence!

Those German team players who had clenched their fists just now had their excited expressions completely frozen on their faces.

"How, how is it possible?"

Looking at the white mark on the left side of Becker at the intersection of the two lines, Seyfried and others' voices became trembling.

"Is this... fake?"

Seyfried muttered.

Even Qp and Bismarck, who had noticed something was wrong in advance, looked very shocked at this time.

Instant kill!

Becker didn't react at all, and was stopped by the opponent's return of serve!

"It's hard to tell"

As if he thought of something, Bismarck looked at the Byodoin with a focused look: "He's not pretending on purpose, is that what he is?"

"really."

Qp closed his notebook and sighed softly: "It is absolutely impossible for someone to be placed in singles 2 to be an ordinary character."

"Phoenix of Byodoin!"

On the court.

Becker, who was shocked inside, raised his head stiffly and looked at his opponent in disbelief.

Uh-huh!

Suddenly.

The two people's eyes collided at one place.

He saw the other person's cold eyes again. Just like before, he was still full of disdain.

But at this time.

Becker no longer had the anger he had before, but was replaced by a strong sense of oppression.

"This guy is also a professional level?!"