Raiders My Abstinence White Moonlight Coach

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"Hmm..." Yang Yang responded.

Seeing that he was still standing there, Tang Hui knew that he was out of shape, so he stretched out his hand and pulled him to the side of the chair, and pressed his shoulder: "Sit down first, and call your mother to talk about it."

"En." Yang Yang raised his head and looked into his eyes. There was a reassuring power in the blue eyes, and his heart finally gradually settled down.

Because it was too late to apply for a temporary route, a friend of Tang Hui happened to be going to Beijing, so he took Yang Yang back along the way.

It took Tang Hui home two days before he knew what happened at home.

He hung up his mother's phone, rushed downstairs in his pajamas, and asked dumbfounded, "What? You drove Song Yuran away?"

Tang Yi was laying on the sofa and stroking the cat, smashing the can: "Ang..."

Tang Hui stepped forward and touched his younger brother's forehead: "You don't have a fever, do you?"

Tang Yi pushed his brother's hand away and stared at him: "No way!"

"Oh my God!" Tang Hui still couldn't believe it: "My brother actually kicked his idol out of the house!"

Tang Yi was also annoyed, sat up and asked, "Does it have something to do with you?"

Tang Hui somewhat knew what happened at the airport that day. He flipped through his phone: "You are too fragile! Why don't you just scold you?" He looked at his younger brother speechlessly, pointed at the screen, "You Look at the two states Song Yuran posted, they are obviously helping you! Why do you..."

"Okay, okay!" Tang Yi picked up the pillow on the sofa and buried his head in it.

Tang Hui looked at Song Yuran's comments on Weibo again, he was scolded no less than Tang Yi, he seemed to understand something.

Tang Hui stepped forward and dug out his younger brother: "Hey, did you drive Song Yuran away because you were worried about being scolded?"

All of a sudden, his brother punctured his mind, and Tang Yi couldn't hold back anymore. He got up and pushed Tang Hui away: "Get out of the way! Go and wash up! Don't you have to practice in the morning!"

Tang Hui's heart was like a mirror, he turned and went upstairs.Then he called Tang Yuelan back to reassure her that it was nothing serious.

Entering April, the European clay season officially begins.

In mid-April, Tang Hui won the runner-up in the Monte Carlo Masters.

Yang Yang chose to give up the game because he was worried about his grandmother.

Half a month later, grandma was finally transferred out of the intensive care unit.

Everyone was relieved, Yang Yang was about to resume training, but Song Yuran had no intention of going back.

Yang Yang was a little strange: "Aren't you going back?"

Only then did Song Yuran tell Yang Yang what happened.

"What? Tang Yi kicked you out?" Yang Yang felt a little unbelievable.

Song Yuran smiled.

In fact, not long after returning to China, he had already seen through Tang Yi's poor acting skills.

"why are you laughing?"

"No," Song Yuran shook his head, "Maybe he doesn't need me!"

Yang Yang rolled his eyes: "You're lying to ghosts!"

In the past half month, Song Yuran also thought a lot.Maybe after a period of separation, both of them can think about it calmly, what exactly do they want?And what is it that you need to face.

Due to the lack of coaches, Tang Hui invited a physical coach for his younger brother, and the German player Martin Keener, whom he met in Dubai, also became a frequent visitor at home.

For this reason, Frank was jealous almost every day and complained to Tang Yi that even though Song Yuran was not around, he was still ranked second.

"Oh! Isn't Martin unfamiliar? I just accommodated him!" Tang Yi prepared Frank his favorite chocolate ice cream.

Frank was immediately dazzled by the joy of regaining favor, holding the cat in his arms, eating ice cream in his mouth, regardless of whether he was Song Yuran or Martin, Frank forgot about it.

Tang Yi sat on the sidelines and looked at him. Frank was the one he envied the most. He never cared about anything since he was a child.But he is different. If he puts a person in his heart, it will last for eight years.And the beginning of all this is also due to Frank.

Tang Yi looked at Frank's heartless look, recalling the first time he saw Song Yuran, he couldn't help but put a smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the green grass, 20-year-old Song Yuran was dressed in white, handsome and elegant like a prince in a fairy tale.

Tang Yi frowned suddenly, Song Yuran didn't seem to have mentioned their first meeting once, did he forget?

The next day, Martin came with his coach again. He was a famous retired Spanish player and the former king of clay court.

The Spaniard seems to be born for clay, which can also be seen from the current Andre.

Tang Hui specially prepared a piece of sand to practice sliding.

Tying an elastic rope around the waist is an effective training method for sliding.

The old coach patiently re-emphasized the essentials to the young players: "lead the racket in advance, and keep the posture of leading the racket backward to slide."

Martin tried it once first, and said with a smile: "Coach! Is it a wild horse?"

Suddenly made everyone laugh.

The coach emphasized again: "Sliding will wear the knees to a certain extent, so everyone must pay attention to protection."

Hearing the word "knee", Tang Yi felt a pain in his heart, and immediately decided to call the hospital to urge the hospital, but the earliest first examination can only be scheduled until July.

When Tang Yi came back from the phone call, he happened to bump into Martin who came out of the bathroom. He noticed that Tang Yi seemed to have a bad face, and asked concerned: "What's wrong with Matteo?"

Tang Yi waved his hand: "Nothing!"

Martin watched his back thoughtfully.

When the two returned, Tang Hui and Frank had already practiced, and the only two ropes were on their bodies.

Tang Yi decided to sit by the side and wait, Martin came over: "Matteo, I have a solution!"

"Ok?"

Martin pulled him up with a smile: "Stand still."

Tang Yi looked at him suspiciously.

Then, Martin walked around behind Tang Yi, stretched out his hand to support his waist, "That's it!"

He stood very close, and when he was talking, he leaned closer, and the heat hit the back of Tang Yi's neck.

"Oh..." Tang Yi broke free somewhat unnaturally, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Martin, you really know how to joke."

"Hahahaha!" Martin didn't seem to notice, he put Tang Yi's shoulders naturally, "Let's go, let them rest for a while!"

Spain has the most pleasant climate in May, and the temperature is gradually rising. The branches of almonds have already been covered with small pale pink flowers, and clusters of them are blooming on the streets of Madrid, like girls' skirts.

Street art is a beautiful landscape here. The square and the downtown area are full of various performing artists, attracting Tang Yi's attention.

"I heard that Matteo can play the piano, right?" Martin asked beside him.

Before Tang Yi could answer, Frank, who was sitting in the front seat, became proud first: "That's right, our Matteo knows a lot!"

After a while, they arrived at the entrance of the hotel. Martin got out of the car first, and naturally put his hand on the top of the door, waiting for Tang Yi to come down.

"Thank you!" Tang Yi got out of the car, tidied up his clothes, subconsciously turned around and looked back, and a person got out of the car behind him, it was Yang Yang.

Tang Yi was inexplicably nervous, but Yang Yang had already closed the car door, greeted them and came over.

☆, brother control

He didn't come.

Tang Yi put away his disappointed expression for a moment, and greeted Yang Yang with a smile.

Tang Hui came up to meet him, "Hey, Yang Yang!"

"Tang Hui!" He took two quick steps, as if his feelings towards Tang Hui had subtly changed since the last incident.

Tang Yi was still looking at the car coming from behind.

"Matteo?" Frank waved his hand in front of his friend, "What are you looking at?"

He also had a glimmer of hope.

"It's nothing..." Tang Yi withdrew his gaze.

Frank was thoughtful, and asked in a low voice, "Are you waiting for Coach Song?"

Tang Yi walked towards the hotel without answering, and Frank quickly followed.

Martin grabbed Frank.

"what happened?"

Martin asked in a low voice, "Matteo seems to be in a bad mood, do you know what's going on?"

Frank sighed and shook his head: "The quarrel with Song Yuran didn't make up!"

"Oh..." Martin nodded, and asked again, "Why?"

Frank frowned: "Why do you ask so many questions?"

Martin seemed a little worried: "No, I'm just a little worried about his state."

"Alas..." Frank sighed again, "Coach Song is not here, it's more than good luck." After he finished speaking, he went "Bah bah bah" for a long time, and blamed himself: "What nonsense am I talking about again!"

Martin looked a little funny, but didn't ask any more questions.

Tang Yi walked into the hotel absent-mindedly, and accidentally bumped into a person walking towards him.He quickly took a step back and raised his head: "Sorry, sorry..."

It was Li Eunhyuk standing in front of him and looking at him with a half-smile.

Tang Yi immediately changed his expression.

Li Yinhyuk took a step back, "Why didn't you see Song Yuran?" He looked left and right and teased, "I think your performance was too bad last time..." He paused and continued, "I still can't stand the public opinion." The pressure is gone?"

Tang Yi didn't want to cause trouble at first, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but raised his fist.

"Yo!" Li Yinhyuk smiled, "There are so many people..."

Tang Yi's clenched hand stopped in the air, the veins on the back of his hand appeared, and his eyes stared at him fiercely.

"Hey! Isn't this Li Yinhe?" Tang Hui appeared out of nowhere, and put his hand on Li Yinhe's shoulder, "Come on, let's talk to the front if we have something to say!"

Yang Yang also suddenly appeared on the other side of Li Eunhyuk with a smile, and the two squeezed the Korean in the middle and led them into the stairwell on the side.

Tang Yi sighed, turned around and told Robert to take the luggage of the two brothers, and went upstairs with the stunned Frank.

After tidying up Li Yinhe, Tang Hui was a little hungry, so he went upstairs to change his clothes and went to eat with Yang Yang.

The waiter delivered the bread, Yang Yang tore the butter very skillfully, and spread the bread with a butter knife, "Are you being a bit ruthless just now?"

Tang Hui looked at his skillful movements and smiled: "My mother said, boys should hit harder, otherwise they won't have a long memory."

"Tut tsk tsk..." Yang Yang looked up at him, "You were beaten up when you were young, right?"

"Yeah," Tang Hui spread out the napkin, "I was beaten all the time when I was young, although Matteo didn't have one." He thought for a while and continued, "At that time my mother paid less attention to him..."

Yang Yang took a bite of the bread and waited for his next words.

Tang Hui secretly glanced at his younger brother who was sitting not far away, "That's why he sometimes feels unconfident and has a bad attitude."

Yang Yang listened carefully and ate, but didn't talk to him.

Tang Hui looked up at him, and smiled "puchi".

"What are you laughing at?"

Tang Hui pointed to his nose, "Butter..."

Yang Yang frowned and wiped it, but it didn't fade.

"A bit this way..."

Yang Yang touched it again, but he still didn't wipe the right place. He fixed his eyes on the tip of his nose and saw that he was right.

Tang Hui held back a smile and picked up his napkin, got up and bent over, reached out and scratched the bridge of his nose through the napkin.

"Is your nose hungry too?" Tang Hui joked with a smile.

With the blue eyes close in front of him, Yang Yang suddenly felt a little hot, and he glared at him with a straight face: "I want you to care!" He touched the tip of his nose unnaturally.

Tang Hui didn't say any more, sat down with a smile, and changed the topic: "How is your grandma? Is it better?"

Yang Yang finished eating the bread and wiped his hands: "Well, it's much better, but I haven't been discharged from the hospital yet."

"Oh..."

"You want to ask Song Yuran, right?" Yang Yang regained his composure, "Oh...this matter is not that simple," he looked at Tang Hui again, "Are you planning to intervene?"

Tang Hui shook his head: "I should be able to intervene!"

"What a brother-in-law."

"What?" Tang Hui didn't understand.

"I said 'brother control'..." Yang Yang smiled complacently but refused to explain to him.

Tang Hui was a little annoyed: "If you have the ability to speak German!"

"will not!"

"Then you call me teacher, and I will teach you."

"Pooh!"

Salad was served and finally gagged the two of them.

Tang Yi had a bye in the first round.

In the early morning, he practiced serving on the training ground alone.

The high level of concentration can keep him from thinking wildly for a while, but for some reason, the quality of the serve is still extremely unstable. Whether it is a good serve or a wrong serve, he subconsciously looks to the side.

But there was no one around him, so Tang Yi settled down and continued to practice.

It was another continuous strike, and there were several applause from the side.

Tang Yi stopped the racket in his hand and turned around to look, it was Martin who came in with a bag on his back.

"Morning!" The blond youth waved to him.

"Morning!" Tang Yi nodded politely.

Martin had already walked in front of him, looking at Tang Yi pleadingly: "Matteo, can you play two training sets with me?"

Tang Yi hesitated for a moment but agreed, since he was idle anyway.

Unexpectedly, Martin showed the posture of a formal game in the first game, and Tang Yi became serious after losing a game.

During the month from Dubai to Madrid, Martin really did his homework and training. Tang Yi found that the mistakes he made in the last game have been improved in an all-round way. Even his own tactics and habits seem to have been improved. Research.

After being suppressed for two points, Tang Yi finally stopped thinking about it and entered the state. With the exquisite touch of the ball in front of the net and the sudden inspiration in the game, Tang Yi finally pulled back a round.

In the end, the two won a set each and ended the training. Tang Yi wiped his sweat with a towel and said, "Martin, you have made great progress this time!"

Martin smiled and handed him a bottle of drink: "Thank you for training with me!"

"Thank you!" Tang Yi took it with a smile, and he also relaxed a lot after the game.

Martin opened another bottle of drink himself, and he stared at Tang Yi intently: "I hope to meet you on the court again this time!"

Hearing this sentence, Tang Yi was stunned for a moment, thinking of her former self, wishing to meet Song Yuran countless times, until she really "met" him.

But he did drive him away.

Tang Yi's expression darkened.

Martin caught his changed expression, "What's the matter Matteo?"

Tang Yi shook his head, raised his head and gave him a forced smile: "It's okay, then I'll go back first."

"Wait, I'll come with you!" Martin ran to pick up his golf bag and followed.

At 10:30 p.m. China time, Song Yuran packed up her grandmother's clothes and urged her to go to bed quickly.

Grandma responded, picked up the remote control and was about to turn off the TV, but suddenly stopped.

"Of course, do you think this is Xiao Yi?"

Song Yuran was stunned for a moment, the tennis channel was broadcasting the second round of the Madrid Masters, which was officially Tang Yi's match.

On TV, Tang Yi ran from the bottom line to the net, pretending to swing vigorously, but the moment he touched the ball, he let go of his force, cut his backhand, and the tennis ball stopped just after passing the net and fell to the ground , A shallow ball mark on the clay court.

"Oh, our little Yi is so handsome!" The old grandmother still has a girlish heart, and he looked at Song Yuran again, "But don't you plan to go back? Grandma is already much better!"

Song Yuran went to the hospital bed and sat down: "Grandma hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet, why are you feeling much better?"

The old man happily took Song Yuran's hand: "Grandma knows that you are filial, but grandma still has a lot of nurses by her side, and you are the only coach by Xiaoyi's side!"

Song Yuran's heart was stabbed accurately, and before he could react, grandma continued, "Did you know? Last time, Xiao Yi said that he was very grateful to me."

Song Yuran looked at grandma with puzzled eyes.

She looked into Song Yuran's eyes, but she was deeply moved in her slightly old voice, "He said, it was because of me that he met you."

Song Yuran was stunned.

"So he must treat me well, and he will come to see me when he is free." Grandma Xu Xu said, "Of course I believe in him. I have met so many people. Xiaoyi must be a very good man." Kid..." There was a gentle smile and a slight blush on her wrinkled face.

Song Yuran's heart was moved, because he couldn't easily trust others because of his childhood experience, and he would remain skeptical about anything unless he saw it with his own eyes.

He is such a rational person, but Tang Yi is an emotional child. He trusts and likes him wholeheartedly, and Song Yuran feels pain in his heart. He must be very sad when he said that he refused to trust his grandfather before!

And why can't I try to believe it once?

Thinking of this, Song Yuran tightened his grip on grandma's hand, "Then grandma must get well soon and leave the hospital, so I can leave with peace of mind!" He looked into grandma's eyes, "So Xiao Yi can rest assured, right?"

Half a month later, my grandmother recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

This season also ushered in the second Grand Slam tournament - the French Open, held in Paris, France.

Since entering the clay court season, Spain's Andre Lopez has won two consecutive championships in Monte Carlo and Madrid, and this is just a warm-up for the French Open. The "Spanish Warrior" has long been eyeing the "Top Cup".

Although the results in Madrid are not satisfactory, Tang Yi still wants to improve at Roland Garros.

Returning to Paris, everything changed, and Tang Yi tried his best not to look or think about it along the way, but his heart ached when he passed the Eiffel Tower.

Song Yuran, you liar!

The words of last year are still in my ears, the iron tower still stands on the south bank of the Seine, but the companions are no longer around.

Two months of separation had already allowed Tang Yi to calm down slowly, but revisiting the old place made him emotionally congested, and even his own villa became annoying.

With Song Yuran sleeping on the sofa, the fragrant black tea, and a bowl of longevity noodles on his birthday, Tang Yi collapsed and stood in the living room at a loss until Tang Hui came in.

"Why are you still standing here?" Tang Hui came in carrying a big bag and a small bag, "Go and pack up, and pick up Yang Yang later..."

Tang Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, and Tang Hui froze for a moment, not daring to look at him, "Then... go out for dinner at night..."

Yang Yang was still the only one.

"Oh good!" Tang Yi didn't want to be too obvious, he hurried upstairs with his bag.

The author has something to say: Note: French Open: one of the four Grand Slams, held at the Roland Garros Stadium in Paris, on a clay court, the ball speed is slow, and the men's singles championship trophy is called the "□ Hand Cup".

☆, Roland Garros

In the first three rounds, Tang Yi successfully advanced. In the post-match interview, a keen media person asked about Song Yuran.

Tang Yi was stunned for a moment, and only vaguely said that there was something at home.

Although he was determined to terminate the contract with Song Yuran at the time, but still harboring unrealistic fantasies in his heart, Tang Yi left the interview room with his ball bag on his back, and met Su Ming outside the door.

It's really a leak in the house that happened to rain in the night.

Su Ming, who hadn't seen Song Yuran, really abandoned his hypocritical appearance: "Yo, Tang Yi!"

Tang Yi, however, was also a person not to be outdone, and raised his chin slightly: "Uncle, are you ready to play?"

Su Ming dismissively said, "Yes, he's a German kid." His opponent this round was Martin Keener.

Tang Yi confronted each other: "Then don't lose too badly!"

"You!" Su Ming's mouth twitched in anger, but he also knew Martin's advantage on the clay court. Last time, he reached the quarter-finals in Madrid.

Tang Yi was about to leave, but Martin just walked over: "Hi! Matteo!"

The two greeted each other with a smile, and Martin looked at Tang Yi provocatively: "Matteo wait for me in the next game!"

Tang Yi laughed: "Waiting for you, defeat him!" He glanced at Su Ming.

Su Ming watched the two of them laughing, but couldn't understand a word.

In the fourth round, Tang Yi faced Martin Keener for the second time, and Martin was eager to try.

The clay court allowed Martin to give full play to his topspin. It took Tang Yi [-] points of concentration, coupled with accurate prediction, to barely win the first set.

In the second set, Martin used his bottom-line sliding advantage to get back a point.

At the beginning of the third set, Tang Yi served the serve. He took a few deep breaths to catch his breath, and made an inside corner ACE, which was also the first ACE of the game. The audience burst into applause.

Because of the characteristics of the clay court, Tang Yi reduced the number of times he surfed the Internet, so the bottom line runs became more.

Tang Yi waited patiently for the opportunity after many shots. Martin took the lead to open the angle, and Tang Yi backhanded back a larger angle slash and then quickly returned to the center. Martin took two steps forward and received the ball with a sliding step.

He chose to return the ball in a straight line, Tang Yi predicted it, and quickly grabbed it. He was shooting a ball with a wide angle and a shallow impact, and hit the sideline. Martin couldn't save it, and the ball had landed again.

Tang Yi entered the fourth set 2-1.

The two exchange places.

The fans in the auditorium holding his banner shouted for him, and Tang Yi also waved to them and blew a kiss.

Martin looked at the auditorium, then at Tang Yi: "It's really enviable!" His eyes stayed on Tang Yi's face for a long time.

Not long after the start of the fourth set, Tang Yi got a break point on Martin's serve.

Martin served the ball and landed in the outer corner of Tang Yi's backhand area. Tang Yi stepped up, and the ball returned to Martin's hand with a beautiful single-handed backhand.

Martin still chose to return the ball from the center line, and Tang Yi took the opportunity to attack a backhand.The landing point is not deep, but the elasticity is great. Martin's return quality is not high. Tang Yi chose his forehand position again, and Martin ran forward to catch the ball.

After Tang Yi returned a straight baseline ball with a forehand, he decided to take a risk on the net, and smoothly backhanded to intercept Martin's return ball, but Martin predicted the direction.

Without hesitation, Martin chose to cross in a straight line. Tang Yi had no time to step up, leaned his whole body to the left, stretched out his hand to hook the ball back to the net, and broke serve.

With the decisive volley in front of the net and the precise prediction, the voices of the audience became louder and louder.

Martin smiled wryly and shook his head, he is really a talented player.

In the end, Tang Yi did not waste any more chances and defeated Martin 3-1.

When the two walked to the net, Tang Yi was still panting heavily. Today, he ran a lot. Martin's strength should not be underestimated in the future.

Standing in front of him, Martin stretched out his right hand, and Tang Yi smiled and stretched out his hand, clasping both hands.

A drop of sweat escaped from Tang Yi's hairband and landed on Tang Yi's brow, Martin reached out and wiped it off for him very naturally, "You are amazing today!"

Tang Yi let go, and wiped his forehead with the wristband: "No, no, I look forward to the next game!"

At this moment, Tang Yi felt a scorching gaze, and he suddenly looked in the direction of the box, but only his brother, Frank, Robert, his physical trainer and physical therapist were there.

Tang Yi came back to his senses, thinking it was impossible, otherwise he would have found out during the competition.

After shaking hands with the referee, Tang Yi picked up his bag and left the arena. Martin waited for him at the door of the player tunnel for a while, and the two walked to the lounge together.

Walking to the door of Tang Yi's lounge, the two said "goodbye", but Martin didn't intend to leave.

"What's wrong?" Tang Yi was a little surprised.

There was no one else around, so Martin put down his golf bag, reached out to hug Tang Yi, then looked into his eyes and said, "I'm just a little bit reluctant to leave you..."

Tang Yi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled helplessly, "How did you learn from Frank?"

Martin was also taken aback, and didn't answer, just smiled and stretched out his hand to straighten Li Tangyi's bangs that were messy with sweat on his forehead.

"What happened?" Tang Yi subconsciously hid.

Martin raised his eyebrows: "It's nothing, see you Harley!"

On the rest day, Tang Yi still chose to train.He didn't dare to go out, he was afraid of being hurt by the scene, and he didn't want to stay at home, so he was more prone to depression.Only training can calm him down.

In the quarter-finals, Tang Yi met Andre Lopez, a killer on the clay court, and the match was scheduled for the second game on the center court.

The first quarter-final match on the center court was between Tang Hui and Yang Yang.

The No.11 matches between the two.

For this competition, Yang Yang specially chose a gray jersey. Even after much deliberation, it was impossible for Tang Hui to choose such a plain T-shirt.Sure enough, this time at the French Open, Tang Hui chose a straw yellow dress, which was still the most eye-catching presence in the audience.

But what Yang Yang didn't expect was that in this match, Tang Hui somehow conjured up a gray hair band that he had never used before. down.

Facing Tang Hui's innocent blue eyes, Yang Yang rolled his eyes and almost died of anger.

The pace of the match between the two on clay was slow and conservative. The running of the bottom line exhausted Yang Yang's energy.

At the end of the three sets, Tanghui led 2-1.

At the beginning of the fourth set, Tang Hui broke Yang Yang's serve.

During the break, Yang Yang, who was sweating profusely, sat on the sidelines and changed his clothes. Under the clothes, his fair skin and firm abdominal muscles were glistening with sweat.

Tang Hui inadvertently glanced sideways, then immediately withdrew his gaze, and recited all the gods and Buddhas in his heart.

So, Tang Hui sent Yang Yang two double faults in his serve and was broken.

Even Yang Yang was a little strange, and warned him when changing venues: "Don't give up the ball intentionally."

Tang Hui yelled that he was wronged, and now he was one French Open champion short.

It's all your fault.

Tang Hui collected his mind, pulled himself back into the game, and the score with Yang Yang rose alternately.

On the last ball, Tang Hui sent an outside corner, Yang Yang returned the ball with a straight forehand, somewhat beyond Tang Hui's expectation, he took a step forward and opened it with a wide angle, Yang Yang rushed forward, and the ball hit a small hole on the ground Zhong suddenly changed direction, Yang Yang was taken aback, couldn't stop his feet, slipped and fell to the ground.

Tang Hui was startled, and ran towards him around the net.

Yang Yang's thigh was cramped for a moment, and it was still a little numb. He was sitting on the ground to relax, but Tang Hui was frightened. He stretched out his hand to support his shoulder and asked anxiously, "What's the matter? Is it important?"

Yang Yang looked up at his anxious eyes, sweat slipped from his blond hair and dripped on his clothes, his heart was inexplicably moved.

"It's okay...let me slow down for a while..." After a while, he found his voice.

Only then did Tang Hui feel relieved, a doctor had already rushed onto the stage, and he quickly stepped aside.

After a little massage, Yang Yang felt much better. He tried to stand up, but Tang Hui quickly supported him.

The fans in the auditorium breathed a sigh of relief and gave Tang Hui a victory applause.

Tang Yi saw his brother helping Yang Yang into the player tunnel, and was also very worried: "How is brother Yang Yang?"

Seeing the same expression on his brother, Yang Yang laughed, reached out and patted his head: "It's all right! Come on later!"

"Ah."

After Tang Yi played this time, he carefully felt the gazes around him, but he didn't find anything.

He sighed slightly disappointed, and had a brief warm-up with Lopez.

As soon as the game started, Lopez showed him the charm of the clay battlefield, beautiful sliding steps, explosive legs in running, strong patience and beast-like acumen, which made Tang Yi a little confused.

Lopez won the first set 6-2.

In the second set, Tang Yi barely seized the opportunity to win a break and won 6-4.

Still without that familiar gaze, Tang Yi was a little anxious. He hoped that it was him, and hoped that that day was just his own hallucination, and it was difficult to concentrate.

Unforced mistakes gradually increased, and with the increase of mistakes, Tang Yi's psychology became more and more fragile, as if he had returned to the beginning. Could it be that the stable mentality that Song Yuran had worked so hard to build for him was about to collapse?

In the fifth game of the third set, that gaze appeared again.

Tang Yi stabilized his mind, so let's take it as him!He forced himself not to look.

Running, jumping, and swinging, Tang Yi broke!

But the gaze seemed to disappear again.

Lopez had already discovered Tang Yi's state of worrying about gains and losses today. He took his time and patrolled the bottom line, waiting for the little cheetah to show its flaws.

Sure enough, the "slow scene" is not suitable for cheetahs to run. There are too many uncertain factors, and thinking is more important.

In the fourth set, Lopez no longer left him any chance, and finally won the game 3-1, reaching the semi-finals of the French Open for the fifth time.

This trip to the French Open ended in the quarter-finals, and Tang Yi felt a little lost. As soon as his tense mood relaxed these days, all the messy and uncontrollable emotions turned up and rushed into his mind.

Frank was waiting in the player tunnel, when Tang Yi dropped his ball bag and fell on top of him.

Frank looked at Tang Yi, who was in a low mood, a little at a loss, so he had no choice but to hug him.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" For some reason, Frank remembered the last trip to Paris. After Tang Yi lost the game, he ran out to drink and almost got into an accident. He sighed, and he couldn't be allowed to run around this time. .

Tang Yi lay on Frank's shoulder for a long time, and adjusted his mood, "Let's go! Let's go drink."

"Drinking again?" Frank blurted out.

Seeing his reluctance, Tang Yi thought he was unwilling to accompany her, so she waved her hand, "Forget it, go back first!" and walked straight to the lounge.

"Are you going to drink alone again?" Frank followed behind him every step of the way.

The memories of last year came back again, and Tang Yi was panicked with tightness in his chest. He walked around the room twice, and finally picked up his clothes: "I'm going to take a shower first."

"Oh..." Frank replied and sat down on the sofa.

I don't know how long it took, Frank finished playing all the games, but Tang Yi didn't come back yet, just wondering, there was a knock on the door.

Frank hurried to open the door, and it took him half a minute to confirm the person standing at the door.

"Coach Song!?" Frank was surprised and delighted.

He looked like he had just got off the plane, with a slightly tired face, and he came here in a hurry.

"Where's Tang Yi?" Song Yuran frowned.

"He, he, he went to take a shower!" Frank greeted him happily, "You are back!"

Song Yuran wasn't even half happy: "How long has he been gone?"

Only then did Frank remember to look at his watch: "About...about..." He was stunned, and looked up at Song Yuran, "It's almost an hour!"

Song Yuran looked at Frank and sighed helplessly, turned around and walked out, taking out his cell phone and starting to make a call.

"Hey! Coach Song! I'll go with you!" Frank chased after him.

A familiar number was dialed.

For a long time, no one answered.

The shadow of what happened last year has not yet dissipated, and a bad premonition crawled into Song Yuran's heart. He ran out of Roland Garros