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Chapter 502 Becker's Confidence, the Goalkeeper of the Japanese Team
Two consecutive losses!
The players of the Japanese team, especially Hiyoshi, Kirihara and others in the stands, found it incredible.

Such a strong ghost lost.

Even Ochi and Omagari, who had Mach's serve and amazing doubles skills, lost!

They suffered an unprecedented two-game losing streak. For a time, the shadow of failure spread throughout the team, and many people became depressed.

“It turned out to be like this.”

In the stands.

The players of those teams that had lost to the Japanese team in the group stage or knockout stage also looked surprised.

How could such a strong Japanese team just lose two games?
"So, there are also differences between the strong. Is that what you mean?"

Balentin of the American team said in a low voice.

"maybe."

Reinhardt remained noncommittal.

He had sharp perceptions and could clearly hear that, except for a few who thought it was a pity for the Japanese team to lose in those two games, the rest of the players from other teams were full of sarcasm and ridicule.

But actually.

Even in the second doubles match, the Japanese team played at their own pace against the professional doubles team, forcing the opponent to use their last trump card, which was already very rare.

Not to mention, in the first match, the Japanese team lost to luck in singles 3. If they play again, even with Qp, they will definitely not be able to defeat their opponents.

As the ultimate realm, the demon god Asura is not much worse than Qp. Even Reinhardt felt frightened when he saw the figure with three heads and six arms and a terrifying aura like the abyss of hell.

but.

That’s the reality of the game.

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

In particular, the public opinion has always regarded the Japanese team as the strongest dark horse team. They even praised it to the extent that even the German team was no match for it.

The higher you praise someone, the harder he falls.

At least, most of the teams present at the scene had an expression of gloating as they watched 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, and even Zeus of the Greek team and Noah, the off-field adviser of the Australian team, all showed meaningful expressions.

"It seems that this year's Japanese team will not be able to create a miracle after all."

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

The other team members also felt it was a pity.

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

"Is that true?"

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

Ok? !

This statement came out.

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 charge in the remaining singles match!"

Jurgen Barisavich Polk, the world's number one high school student!
Such a person is even inferior to Ishikawa, who is known as the most shining genius of this World Cup.

With this person in charge.

The German team, which has won two consecutive victories, has basically secured victory.

but.

Noah was different.

Although he lost his eyesight, he had a keener grasp of the situation than others. Even if he did not participate in the game, he could accurately predict the future trend.

Although his words were exaggerated, they made the Australian players feel that the upcoming game might be beyond others' expectations.

"Next, the singles 2 match will begin."

"Rudolf Becker (senior 3) of the German team versus Byodoin Phoenix (senior 3) of the Japanese team."

"Please prepare both players."

The radio sound faded.

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's. After all, the former has already decided to turn professional, while the latter did not have a single shot in this year's World Cup.

In terms of fame, Becker is undoubtedly far ahead of Byodoin.

"Ah."

Feeling the gazes from all around, Becker smiled faintly.

He shook off 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 match was that he was careless, otherwise he would never have given the opponent a chance to take advantage of the situation. And that defeat was regarded as a shame by him, so he worked hard to train himself.

Since then.

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

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!"

Looked up.

Becker, with a smile on his face, 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 opinion, when the opponent's name heard on the radio was not Shin Ishikawa, the game was over.

The rest is just garbage time that allows the opponent to survive.

"Hello."

However, when he walked to the net, although he was very confident and didn't take his opponent seriously, he still showed a very elegant smile on the surface: "My name is Rudolf Becker, I hope to have a wonderful game with you."

"That's not necessary."

With his arms folded, Byodoin showed no intention of shaking hands with the other party. He glanced at the other party and said calmly, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Forehead"

Becker was stunned.

He had not expected that his opponent would behave like this. His initiative to show goodwill was actually ignored by the other party.

All of a sudden.

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

"good 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."

"Ah."

Byodoin nodded, then turned and walked towards the baseline. As he was leaving, his voice rang out again: "Serve right, etc., you can choose it yourself."

"Asshole!!!" Byodoin's behavior, Becker was undoubtedly enraged again. He thought that his status was not inferior to Amadeus of the Swiss team, but he never thought that someone would ignore his existence again and again in the semi-finals.

"Byodoin Phoenix, right?"

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

The pre-match exchange ended unpleasantly.

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

"That Byodoin is so rude!"

The German side.

Seyfried said coldly: "Senior Becker was obviously greeting me out of kindness, but he didn't even give me the respect. Such a person is so rude."

"It's really a bit much."

Bismarck nodded in approval and said, "Logically, since he is the representative of the Japanese team in the semi-finals, no matter how arrogant he is, he would not behave so rudely."

"you mean"

Frankensteiner next to him seemed to have thought of something and blurted out, "Is the other party deliberately trying to provoke Senior Becker?"

"Did you do that on purpose? These guys are really rude."

Seyfried curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Only weak guys would choose to do this. It's ridiculous!"

Ok?
The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Qp, Bismarck and others nearby suddenly had a gleam of brilliance in their eyes.

"So, he was pretending on purpose?"

Qp glanced at the impatient blond youth at the Japanese team's baseline and said thoughtfully, "It really seems like he did it on purpose to anger Senior Rudolph 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 they are within the scope allowed by the rules and can affect the opponent's state and win, they can be used.

of course.

The German team, which has won nine consecutive World Cup titles and is the No. 1 seed, simply disdains to do this.

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

"The issue is."

At this time, Bismarck narrowed his eyes and said, "Rudolf doesn't look like someone who would easily lose his mind, right?"

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

Becker was already a top player, and his strength had reached the professional level. The failure in the exhibition match made him reflect deeply, and he locked himself up for 10 hours after returning.

Such people, even if they are prone to temper tantrums, are definitely not single-threaded people.

"Are you trying to irritate me on purpose?"

really.

Bottom line.

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

If Byodoin really did this, it means that the other party was deliberately acting strong. So the question is, what kind of person would act so strong before a game?
Very simple.

Because it's not strong enough.

Only the weak would do such a thing.

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

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

"That might disappoint you."

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

Bang!
next moment.

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The tennis ball fell at an astonishing speed towards the intersection of the sideline on the backhand side of Byodoin and the center dividing line.

Becker's serve was very fast.

Moreover, he also played an anti-logic because when people observe the serve, they focus more on the outside sideline.

This ball can have a more unexpected effect.

In addition, Becker himself has excellent skills, and in the original high school student ranking, he was second only to Amadeus of the Swiss team.

Therefore, this serve was fast and sharp, and the angle was very tricky. If the average person had not paid too much attention beforehand, or even defended the other side more, it would basically be impossible for them to hit the tennis ball back.

“What a fast serve!!!”

Almost at the same time.

Players from various countries in the stands, especially Australia's super-fast serving twin stars Millman and McGregor, all exclaimed subconsciously.

Professional serve.

Even though they are famous for their serves, they are still far from catching up.

The German team was even more excited.

Seyfried, Frankensteiner and others all thought that this ball would definitely score directly. Give this self-righteous guy a lesson!
boom!
But the next moment.

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

"0-15!"

quiet!
The entire stadium fell into absolute silence!
The excited expressions of the German players, who had just clenched their fists, were 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 began to tremble in their voices.

"This is fake, right?"

Seyfried muttered.

Even Qp and Bismarck, who had noticed something was wrong beforehand, looked shocked.

Instant kill!

Becker didn't even have time to react and was instantly defeated by the opponent's serve!

"Could it be that?"

As if thinking of something, Bismarck looked at Byodoin with a fixed gaze: "He is not pretending, so that is his true self?"

"really."

Qp closed his notebook and sighed, "Anyone who can be assigned to Singles 2 can't be an ordinary character."

"Phoenix of Pingdengyuan!"

on the field.

Becker was shocked. He raised his head stiffly and looked at his opponent in disbelief.

Swish!
Suddenly.

The two people's eyes met.

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

But at this time.

Becker no longer had the anger he had before, but instead felt a strong sense of oppression.

"This guy is also professional level?!"

(End of this chapter)