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The next moment.

The badly worn tennis ball was also thrown directly into the air by him.

He leaned back, fully arched his back, and twisted his waist to the right and back.

Bang!

The racket hit the falling tennis ball precisely on the outside of the left shoulder.

The sound was not particularly loud.

After all, it was an eleven-year-old child with severe malnutrition. It was already quite difficult for others in the same situation to swing the racket and hit the tennis ball.

Whoosh!

A yellow-green track suddenly appeared from the church. The speed was not very fast, and it could even be said to be slow.

"Don't fall down!"

"Lord! You must bless Xiao Beichuan to succeed..."

"Go through, go through!"

"..."

The nuns and children prayed and blessed in extremely low voices, fearing that a higher voice would affect the ball.

As the tennis ball moved, the atmosphere became more and more tense and anxious.

When the tennis ball came to the car window, it was obviously running out of energy.

But even so.

The ball actually passed through the two windows of the car safely.

In an instant.

Everyone could hardly suppress their excitement and almost cried out.

But then, they became more nervous and uneasy.

Because the shaky tennis ball actually showed an upward arc.

Even the height exceeded Brand's palm.

"Super long-range topspin serve!"

"To achieve this step, the talent is already good, but it's a pity that he is not the one who makes my heart beat..."

Although Brand has seen a lot of storms, he is still very nervous at this moment, and even hopes that Beichuan can succeed.

According to his most ideal setting, the tennis ball should directly show a topspin amplitude and fall directly into the palm of the hand without any extra trajectory.

But this ball still rose too high.

Looking at this scene, not only Brand, but everyone present was stunned on the spot.

Even some young nuns were in tears, ready to run to Beichuan to comfort him.

"Failed..."

The worried look of old nun Susan also turned gloomy at this moment.

Her cloudy eyes subconsciously looked at Beichuan at the door of the chapel.

And just when everyone thought it was a failure.

The tennis ball hit Brand's knitted hat directly.

Then.

Plop~

It fell down weakly and fell into Brand's palm.

"!!!"

Brand, who was still preparing to comfort Beichuan a second ago, opened his eyes wide after feeling the real object in his palm.

"Luck?"

"If luck is also part of talent, then he really made me feel amazing for the first time!"

"If it's not luck... then it's a resistance to my looking down on this place..."

"But if that's the case, then... it's too scary!"

How scary it is for a child who is about to turn 11, who is severely malnourished and has little strength, to be able to do the latter?

Even if it was a replacement of identity, Brand thought that when he was 11 years old, it was difficult for him to swing a high-precision topspin serve.

Not to mention a high-precision topspin serve at a very long distance.

This requires not only a deep understanding of tennis theory by the server, but also a high-level control of himself.

Without a strong tennis talent, it is impossible to reach this state by memorizing and practicing a move for several years.

"Brother Beichuan..."

"You have done very well. I can't hit that little ball."

"Yes, you will definitely become a stronger person than the world's number one in the future!"

"..."

Compared to Brand's shock.

At this moment, the others had already moved their sights to Beichuan.

In addition, the car was still blocking the view, so they did not notice this situation.

Even the children in the church had already run to Beichuan. At an age when they couldn't control their own excrement and urine, they actually controlled their tears and showed distressed expressions, comforting Beichuan like little adults.

"Everyone..."

Beichuan looked at the children in the church, and his heart was mixed with mixed feelings, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Although this place was poor and lacked food and clothing, it was not lacking in the warmth of home.

"Inhale... Exhale..."

For a moment, his nose was sour and his throat was slightly choked.

"Little Beichuan, even if you are old, everyone will notDrive you out of the church."

"We will be by your side!"

"That's right! Who says there won't be amazing flowers here? Even if little Beichuan doesn't leave here with him, we will work hard to make you a tennis player who shocks everyone!"

"......"

At the same time, the young nuns supported the old nun Susan and walked to Beichuan's side at this time, and joined in the comfort.

"Ahem!!!"

"Well, I haven't told you the final result yet!"

Listening to those words, Brand also came back from the shock.

Then he cleared his throat helplessly and shouted loudly to everyone.

The voice fell.

Everyone looked over subconsciously.

Although it seemed that he had failed just now, he still had a fluke mentality.

Even if Beichuan failed, the other party would adopt Beichuan.

"The little guy did it!"

"No failure! "

Brand's voice rang out again.

Instantly.

The whole place fell into a brief silence.

Everyone suddenly looked up at Brand and the tennis ball lying obediently in his palm.

"Did it...?"

"Successful? Really successful? Did I hear or see it wrong? Am I dreaming?"

"Brother Beichuan did it!"

"..."

For a moment.

The children in the church exclaimed directly.

Some rubbed their eyes with their hands, and some pinched their cheeks.

After confirming that it was not a dream, the tears that had just been held flowed down.

However, this time, they were tears of joy for Beichuan.

As for Beichuan.

Although he was about 70% to 80% sure in his heart, the reactions of the crowd just now made him really think that he had failed.

But now, he was not particularly excited.