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On the Internet, Smith made a successful prediction, and won the crucial break point with a forehand crossing, which is also the match point of the game. As long as he wins another goal, he can successfully defeat the champion and advance to the US Open for the first time In the final four, Smith became uncontrollably excited.

The court was so silent that Tang Yi almost forgot to breathe.

Song Yuran picked up the racket steadily, and the racket drew a beautiful arc. Although it was not an ace ball, it was a direct serve and scored, saving a match point.

The fans were excited, the referee reminded twice, and the cheers stopped.

The score of this round came to 40:40, and both of them had to win two more goals in a row to win this round.

On the seventh ball, Smith seized the opportunity and returned the ball to the bottom line of the forehand again. Song Yuran was unable to defend, and Smith got his second match point.

The eighth ball, Song Yuran's high-quality ball, Smith did not return the ball in place, Song Yuran put the ball and went to the net, Smith returned the diagonal ball, Song Yuran returned the ball, Smith returned the ball to Song Yuran's backhand again, Song Yuran had a prediction, Chipped backhand, dropped a small ball, and saved the second match point.

The score was evenly divided again.

Song Yuran could almost hear his own heartbeat. Fortunately, the pain was bearable.

However, Tang Yi had already discovered that he was powerless, and his heart was pulled hard.

On the ninth ball, Song Yuran finally scored another point.After missing two match points, he had already noticed that Smith's mentality had changed, and he took advantage of the victory to pursue, and finally saved his serve with a serve to the net.

There was warm applause on the field, and the voices of "Come on, Song Yuran!" came one after another.

Tang Yi blinked his eyes, a little fuzzy.

After a short 90-second break, in the tenth game, Song Yuran saved three match points again and responded to Smith with a break.

At this point, the score came to a 5:5 tie, and the cheers of the fans almost overturned the entire stadium.

Missing five match points, Smith became even more anxious and gave Song Yuran another chance. After securing a game, he finally broke his serve again.

In the fourth set, Song Yuran saved five match points in a row despite being seriously injured, and came back against the wind!The score was tied 2-2.

During the break, Song Yuran called a medical timeout.

Tang Yi knew that the situation was serious. He wanted to follow to the rest room, but when he lifted his feet, he found that his legs were a little numb. He slowed down for a while, but was intercepted on the way to the rest room up.

"Tang Yi? Why are you here?"

"Ah! Mr. Yang!"

"Did you go to warm up just now? Let's take a rest!" Then he pulled Tang Yi to his lounge.

"Mr. Song just called for medical suspension," Tang Yi was a little anxious, "He... you should go and see him!"

Yang Yang pulled him to sit down and poured him a cup of hot water, but he didn't answer the question: "Let's watch the fifth set here!"

Tang Yi was taken aback, did Yang Yang know that he was on the sidelines just now?

"You also have to believe him, don't you?" Yang Yang smiled cheerfully.

Tang Yi gradually relaxed, and said "um", but still worried.

Yang Yang heaved a sigh of relief and sat down next to him. He knew how serious it was. He had met Song Yuran just now, but Song Yuran just told him: "Tang Yi was on the sidelines just now."

The fifth set kicked off, and it was another deadlock in the mutual protection game. The 10-minute rest and recovery could not bring about a qualitative adjustment for Song Yuran. He was still looking for the best opportunity.

And Smith's mentality seems to have been adjusted, and the rhythm of the game has stabilized. It seems that he wants to launch an attack in the next few rounds.

There was a drizzle in the sky.

In the ninth game again, Song Yuran's serve was in exactly the same situation as the fourth set, and Smith got a break point.

The difference was that when Song Yuran returned the backhand, he stepped on the wet ground and slipped.

The court fell silent for an instant, Song Yuran's heart skipped a beat, and he squatted down.

Smith successfully broke serve.

Tang Yi stood up abruptly, but was held down by Yang Yang.

"Is this the limit?" Song Yuran seemed to lose consciousness for nearly a minute, and Sun Qian and Dr. Andison came up to help him down at the same time.

The rain turned into raindrops, the referee signaled to close the roof of the court, and Song Yuran got a 5-minute rest time.

"Will he still fight?" Tang Yi's voice trembled.

"Yeah." Yang Yang didn't know what to say.

Tang Yi nodded, then sat down in a panic.

The game was a foregone conclusion, and Smith won the final game with little effort.

After the match, Song Yuran was sent directly to the hospital.

Half an hour later, the match between Tang Yi and Yang Yang started.

After the opening, Tang Yi was distracted almost the whole time.

"Will he be serious?" "Will he not be able to play again?" "Will he be hit hard?" Tang Yi's anxiety was written all over his face.

Serves out of bounds, double faults, and frequently sends points.

After losing the first set 4-6, Yang Yang pulled him into the player channel.

"I know you are worried about him," Yang Yang looked at him, "He knows it well, it won't be too serious."

"is it?"

To be honest, Yang Yang himself didn't quite believe what he said, "Yes," he continued, "Maybe he wants to hear good news from you."

"Mmm." Tang Yi's nose was a little sour.

In the second set, Tang Yi desperately comforted himself, let himself concentrate, and won the next set 7-5.

In the third set, he made another effort, but he could no longer find the state he had in the previous rounds, and lost the set 4-6.

In the fourth set, Yang Yang won again 6-4 with little effort.

At the end of the game, Yang Yang advanced to the semi-finals.

After the game, Yang Yang and Tang Yi took a taxi to the hospital.

It was getting late, and the rain outside the car window blurred the lights on the street. Tang Yi was a little irritable, so she opened her Instagram, and when she saw the photo she posted yesterday, she felt a lot calmer.

He flipped through the comments casually, "Matteo is going to work hard! We'll wait for you in the next game!" "Matteo is going for the duck!" Tang Yi frowned, and the lovely fans could bring him a lot of courage.

Suddenly Tang Yi frowned, and there seemed to be a comment that was not so harmonious: Yu Ran's super super fan: "You little [-]th line, don't rub my brother's popularity?"

Tang Yi was about to quit when the radio in the car just broadcast the match between him and Yang Yang.

The two hosts are joking about this.

"Is Matteo mentally broken today? It's like the tenth in the world filled with water!"

"Haha, look at this, netizens complained, 'What kind of f*ck did you hit!' 'That's it, great talent?'"

"It seems that he wants to confirm his title of 'the strongest talent, the worst mentality'!"

"What an embarrassment to his brother!"

......

Tang Yi clenched his hands tightly, feeling extremely tormented.

Fortunately, the car has been driven to the hospital.

"It's here." Yang Yang called him.

Tang Yi turned off Instagram without any hassle, and got out of the car.

The two rushed to the door of Song Yuran's ward, Yang Yang knocked on the door and pushed it open, and Tang Yi rushed in like flying.

"Mr. Song! Are you okay!" He anxiously looked at Song Yuran who was sitting on the hospital bed.

Song Yuran was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Yang Yang and the two doctors: "Can you go out for a while? I have something to say to him."

Yang Yang was startled, as if he had a premonition, he glanced at Tang Yi and said, "Okay." Then he went out with the others.

"Mr. Song?" Tang Yi was a little confused, "You are..."

"Tang Yi." Song Yuran looked at him with cold black eyes.

"Song..." Tang Yi subconsciously took a step back.

"You had a bad day today."

Tang Yi stopped breathing.

"It's very unprofessional to lose a game because someone who has nothing to do with you affects your emotions." Song Yuran's tone was without any warmth.

Tang Yi's heart felt cold, and he lowered his head.

"Those fans who come from various countries and thousands of miles to watch your game, can your performance deserve their love for you?" Song Yuran watched him calmly, "Why do you play?"

"I..." Tang Yi couldn't speak.

"You go back!" Song Yuran continued, "You don't need to visit me until you think it through."

Tang Yi felt a little wronged in his heart, but he couldn't refute it, and stood there blankly, at a loss.

Needle drops could be heard quietly in the ward.

Yang Yang suddenly opened the door and came in: "Tang Yi, your brother called and asked where you are?"

"I'll go back right away!" Tang Yi hurriedly avoided his sight, and walked out as he spoke.

"Eh? Tang Yi!" Yang Yang called out.

Tang Yi didn't answer, and walked out without looking back.

"Yang Yang..." Song Yuran called out to him.

"Huh?" Yang Yang sat down.

"Forget it." Song Yuran hesitated to speak.

"..." There are three black lines on the back of Yang Yang's head.

Back at the villa, when Tang Yi opened the door and entered, his brother was making coffee.

"Back?" Tang Hui glanced at his younger brother.

"Yeah." Tang Yi changed his slippers.

"Been scolded?"

"Ah."

Looking at his younger brother with a slumped head, Tang Hui's belly that was about to get angry suddenly burst into smoke.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"Ah."

Tang Hui poured the foamed milk into the coffee, and gave a cup to his younger brother: "Song Yuran knows that you are watching his game from the sidelines today."

"What?" Tang Yi raised his eyes in disbelief.

"He wants to tell you how to go further."

Tang Yi widened his eyes.

"Understood? A professional tennis player." Tang Hui touched his brother's curly hair again, it felt so good!

Tang Yi lay on his big bed, thinking about Song Yuran's game today, it was really exciting!Even with the injury, every return of the ball is still so elegant and invincible.The calm mentality of not giving up every opportunity and facing every critical time-sharing is beyond my reach.

Tang Yi flicked his phone boredly, and his complaints almost became trending searches.

"It's a shame! I'm off the fan."

"The strongest talent, the worst mentality!"

"Drop down the quarter-final level of the entire Grand Slam!"

"I really want to scold someone, so what's the point of running all the way to see it!"

......

"Alas..." Tang Yi sighed, "Song Yuran will look down on me like this!"

Suddenly, he found a red dot on Instagram, he clicked on it, and Song Yuran liked his photo, huh?Still reply below?

Tang Yi immediately sat up.

Song Yuran replied to the "disharmonious" comment: Song Yuran @白然的超级超级fan: "Who is your brother? I'm sorry I don't have fans like you."

Feeling like a roller coaster, Tang Yi felt that he was really witty, luckily he didn't lie down and watch.

Because of his hand shaking, the phone fell under the bed.

In China, the sports channel broadcast today's US Open match, and the media commented: "Tommy Smith, who is only 24 years old, made the cut unexpectedly. Song Yuran did not reach the semi-finals of the US Open for the first time in 6 years. Is he seriously injured? More Rumors point out: he's retiring?"

"Is he really planning to retire?"

The woman didn't answer, and turned off the TV casually.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

On September 9rd, a new Chaohua was born on Weibo, called "Tang Poetry and Song Ci"

@甜甜一糖: Tangtang’s Instagram has been updated! [Picture] [Picture] We dare not say, and we dare not ask.

The signature on the iPad is deliberately circled in the picture.

Reply: "Wow~ I envy Tangtang's success in chasing stars!" "I don't know who to envy [Star Eyes]"

@小鱼儿心心: Supplement: The day before the start of the game, Tangtang went to see Song Shen practice. [Image] [image]

Reply: "Have they known each other for a long time?" "It seems that I have never seen a copper mine before."

@诗词歌诗: Do you know where the signature came from? [image][image][image]

The picture shows two people sitting together in a hotel cafe looking at an iPad.

Reply: "Maya! Is there no safe distance between the two?" "My God! Look at Tangtang's eyes!" "We dare not say, and we dare not ask." "We dare not say, and we dare not ask." ." "Upstairs +1" "+1" "+1"...

☆, heavy rain

After two days of competition, the top four of this year's US Open were born. The two in the first half were No. [-] seed Tang Hui and Tommy Smith, and the second half were Yang Yang and No. [-] seed Spanish player Andre Lo. Pace.

Tang Hui glanced at Smith, who was opposite, and remembered what his younger brother said to him in the morning, "Kill him!"

"Yeah." Tang Hui slowly raised the racket, and the tennis ball flew out, with an ACE ball in the inner corner, 249km/h, a new world record.

Although Smith defeated Song Yuran in the last match, his own consumption was not small, and he really couldn't take advantage of Tang Hui, who was ranked third in the world.

In the end, Tang Hui advanced to the final 3-1.

In the second half, Yang Yang was not so easy to win. The Spaniard has always been good at running, and he was trapped on the bottom line, scoring several points in a row.

After the second set, Yang Yang changed his strategy and took the initiative to attack, saving the situation.

It may also be God's favor, and Yang Yang gradually gained the upper hand with two balls that bounced off the net.

In the end, relying on his excellent psychological quality and the confidence of never giving up, after a five-set battle, he narrowly defeated Andre Lopez 3-2.

After the game, Yang Yang was a little embarrassed because of his luck, but Lopez still praised his wisdom and persistence very sincerely, saying that he could make an appointment if he had the opportunity in the future.

In the evening, Yang Yang finished the game and returned to the hotel. Song Yuran watched the video on his iPad while the TV was on on the other side.

Yang Yang leaned over to take a look curiously: "Don't let him come, and he's watching his video again."

Song Yuran didn't raise his head: "I'm helping you watch your opponent in the final."

"Ah!" Yang Yang put down his ball bag and came over to sit on the armrest of the sofa, "Is it the third round of the Shanghai Masters Cup the year before last?"

"En." Song Yuran responded.

"Brother to younger brother." Yang Yang smiled.

"Tang Yi completely surpassed a child's performance in this game." Song Yuran paused the video as he said, "Look at this backhand cutting and control of the direction of the ball."

Yang Yang glanced at him: "Didn't you look at Tang Hui?"

Song Yuran pressed play, and then said, "Look at Tang Hui's reaction."

"The prediction is very accurate, and the ball's landing point is quite well grasped." Yang Yang continued.

"Well," Song Yuran looked up at him, "Tang Hui's chances of winning this round lie in his understanding and prediction of his younger brother."

Yang Yang nodded and gave him a blank look: "So you are still praising Tangyi."

Song Yuran smiled: "I want to say, you are not his younger brother..."

"I'm his brother!" Yang Yang interrupted.

Song Yuran patted Yang Yang on the back, and said earnestly, "Go and win this grand slam, otherwise he will equal my record, won't he?"

Hearing this, Yang Yang felt a little better: "But it's really scary! Where were we at that time?"

"," Song Yuran tilted his head, "Ten years ago!"

Yang Yang looked into his eyes with a smile: "You dominated the youth tennis world when you were 17!" Then he stretched out his finger, "Win the first Grand Slam championship at Wimbledon at the age of 20, and won the first Grand Slam championship at Wimbledon at the age of 23." When he was [-] years old, he became the number one in the world with three Grand Slams and one year-end champion, and he is still dominating the rankings!" Yang Yang glared at him pretending to be upset.

Song Yuran smiled and waved his hands: "I'm getting old! It's time to leave it to the young people."

"Are you mocking me?" Yang Yang paused, "I'm still a few months older than you."

"Yang Yang..." Song Yuran lowered his voice.

"Song Yuran," Yang Yang subconsciously interrupted him, "I will try my best to win this championship," he bent down in front of Song Yuran, "but your own record, please protect it yourself."

Song Yuran turned away with a wry smile: "But I..."

"I know!" Yang Yang stood up straight and said loudly, "I'll find you the best doctor in China when you go back. If Chinese doctors can't cure you, we'll find the best doctor in the world! I'll make you healthy for sure. Get back on the pitch alive and kicking!"

Song Yuran shook his head: "Actually, when you mentioned 'retirement' that day, I thought about it..."

"I said it?" Yang Yang looked back at him, "Co-author or because I said it?" He pointed at himself and waved his hand violently, "I won't take the blame for it!"

"No..." Song Yuran stood up and went to pull him, "Yang Yang...you should calm down first..."

Yang Yang remained silent, and his heart was extremely contradictory. On the one hand, he felt sorry for Song Yuran's injury, and on the other hand, he felt sorry for Song Yuran's hard work for so many years.

"I know you're worried about me..."

"You can rest first!" Yang Yang supported his arm, "Withdraw from the rest of this season, if not, then withdraw from the first half of next year? If not..."

"Yang Yang, I'm a little tired." Song Yuran interrupted him.

Yang Yang was stunned, and slowly let go of Song Yuran's hand. He obviously did not expect this reason. This person who has not said a word "tired" for more than 6 years since he started playing at the age of 20, said today that he is tired. up.

"Yang Yang, after so many years, I think enough is enough." Song Yuran also let go of his hand, and leaned on the back of the sofa slumped.

What did Yang Yang seem to think of, the news about Song Yuran's father that he got by chance three years ago?It seems weird but it feels like a well-arranged accident, archives that seem to evaporate from the world, unspeakable people and things...

Yang Yang knew that Song Yuran had never given up on the investigation, so he tentatively said, "If you don't have the energy to investigate, I can find someone to help you, but you can't give up what you love..."

"It's been four and a half years since I've been number one in the world. The four Grand Slams, the Masters Cup, and the year-end finals have all been gathered..." Song Yuran interrupted him again, "I don't think I have anything left to pursue."

Yang Yang was almost laughed at by him: "When did you become such a person who is easily satisfied?"

Song Yuran was silent.

"Have you forgotten what you said when you first played with me?" Yang Yang asked.

That was when he was six years old, the first time he saw Yang Yang, the first time he touched a tennis racket, and the first game he played in his life.

In my memory, the thin and small boy held a slightly heavy racket, locked his brows that could never be opened, and said solemnly: "This is what I want to do all my life."

Song Yuran let go of his expression: "No."

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky in New York, and with a loud bang, the light rain turned into a torrential rain.

Tang Yi held his mobile phone, the page was on the private chat on Instagram, the other party was Song Yuran, but the content was - blank.

"Mr. Song, how is your knee? Is it serious?" Tang Yi typed out a few words, then quickly deleted them.

"Mr. Song, I've thought it through..." Tang Yi deleted it again.

"Mr. Song, are you at the hotel? I want to see you." Tang Yi thought for a while and deleted each word.

"Ah!!!!" Tang Yi rolled on the sofa, messed up his hair, then half-slumped on the sofa, rolling his eyes.

He stood still for 5 minutes, then grabbed the phone again, and quickly typed a few words: "I play because of you." He gestured back and forth on the sender, hesitating.

Tang Hui had just come out of the shower when he saw Wu Sai's light brother lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

"Stayed at home all day?" Tang Hui walked over while wiping his hair.

Tang Yi was taken aback, dropped her finger, and sent the message.

"Louis!" He jumped up from the sofa.

Tang Hui was amused: "Why are you making such a fuss?" Then he reached for his brother's cell phone.

Tang Yi quickly put the phone in his arms.

"Hey, is there a secret?" Tang Hui sat down with a smile, "Go and make a pot of tea for your brother, I have something to tell you."

"Hmph!" Tang Yi didn't move.

Tang Hui glanced at him: "It's about Song Yuran."

"Huh?" Tang Yi sat up.

Tang Hui took the opportunity to snatch his mobile phone, and read: "I play because of you."

"Brother!!!" Tang Yi almost wanted to get into the crack of the sofa in embarrassment.

Tang Hui threw back his phone: "What are you hiding! It's not like I don't know about Wimbledon that year?"

Tang Yi kicked him, hurriedly withdrew the message just now, heaved a sigh of relief, and then looked at his brother: "What do you want to say?"

"Go make tea!" Tang Hui raised his chin.

"Oh..." Tang Yi quickly rolled to the kitchen.

Boil water, take out the earl gray tea, steep it in the teapot, and prepare the milk.

After a set of movements, it flows smoothly.

Walking back to the living room, Tang Yi put the tray on the table, picked up the teapot and poured half a cup into the teacup, then picked up the milk next to him, added half, and handed it to his brother respectfully: "Brother, drink tea!"

Tang Hui took the teacup, took a sip, and nodded in satisfaction: "Sit down!"

Tang Yi pouted and sat down: "Speak!"

Tang Hui suddenly put on a serious face: "I said, you calm down first."

"Well, I'm quite calm." Tang Yi also poured himself a cup of tea.

"Put down the teacup first..." Tang Hui stared at the teacup in his hand.

"Oh..." Tang Yi didn't know why, but put down the teacup obediently.

Tang Hui seemed to have made up his mind and paused for a moment before saying, "Song Yuran is planning to retire."

"What!?" Tang Yi hurriedly stood up, almost overturning the teacup.

Tang Hui stared at the teacup that survived the disaster and patted his heart. Fortunately, this was his favorite set of tea sets.And when he looked up to see his younger brother again, Tang Yi was already putting on his shoes at the door.

"What are you doing, Matteo?"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Yi opened the door and rushed out.

"Hey! Remember to bring an umbrella!" Tang Hui shouted.

And the only answer to him was a knock on the door.

Tang Yi was running in the heavy rain, he couldn't think, and he didn't know why he wanted to see him, he just thought it was a big deal, and he wanted to prevent it from happening.

Song Yuran was about to go to bed when there was a knock on the door, and he knocked very eagerly. He was a little surprised and went to open the door.

When he opened the door, he saw Tang Yi with messy hair and drenched body. Song Yuran was shocked: "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't retire!" Tang Yi looked up at him, "Mr. Song, I beg you not to retire!" He frowned, a little anxious and sad, "I want to see you play on any day and on any field." Tennis man!"

Song Yuran was stunned, as if his heart was gently lifted by someone.

作者有话要说：谢谢各位小可爱的喜欢，我们明天同一时间见吖！感谢在2020-04-1507:20:27~2020-04-1611:25:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles of falling into the drunken forest;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

☆, starting point

Song Yuran hurriedly brought him in: "Why are you in such a mess?" After saying that, he went to the bathroom to get a towel and came out, "Wipe your hair first," Song Yuran threw the bath to him.

"Mr. Song..." Tang Yi hugged the towel without moving, he was still obsessed with his response,

Song Yuran glanced at him.

Tang Yi silently began to brush his hair.

"Sit down first," Song Yuran opened a chair in the restaurant by the door for him.

"Hmm..." Tang Yi sat down.Until this moment, he finally calmed down, and realized that he had come here without thinking about it at all, it was really stupid.

Song Yuran poured him a cup of hot water, pulled out the chair and sat opposite him: "Your impulsive character is not good."

"Hmm..." Tang Yi stopped wiping his hair slowly, leaned his elbows on the table and lowered his head.

After a moment of silence, Song Yuran spoke first: "Did you run all the way here?"

"Um..."

"Why don't you take a taxi?"

"forget..."

Song Yuran couldn't help laughing: "What a kid."

Tang Yi disagreed, but still couldn't refute, so he could only raise his head and ask, "Is it my brother who lied to me?"

Song Yuran shook his head: "I'm ready to retire."

"Don't!" Tang Yi's eyes seemed to be shining.

Song Yuran looked into his eyes: "After retiring, I..."

"Don't say it!" Tang Yi stretched out his hand to cover his ears, "I won't listen, I won't listen!" He shook his head.

Song Yuran really couldn't help him, so he reached out and patted him on the head: "Stop!"

Tang Yi stopped a little aggrieved.

"After retiring, I will be your coach."

"What?" Tang Yi was completely dumbfounded, he let go of his hand covering his ears, "What did you say? Say it again! I didn't hear clearly!"

"You and your brother's coach are used to double-handed, but you practice single-handed." Song Yuran looked at him, "Don't you just need a single-handed coach?"

"But," Tang Yi's nose was a little sore, "but I still want to see how you look on the court!"

Song Yuran's eyes turned slightly red, and he smiled: "I didn't leave the stadium."

"But this is different!" Tang Yi said anxiously.

"What's the difference?" Song Yuran interrupted him, "Or, you don't want to?"

"How come!" Tang Yi leaned forward, "I've been..." His voice trailed off.

"That's good," Song Yuran got up, "I'll find you a new short sleeve, you change it and go back early, don't let your brother worry!"

Tang Yi was still a little dazed when he returned to the villa, until he saw that his brother had already fallen asleep, and wondered if his brother had already known about this?

But he still doesn't want Song Yuran to retire, he wants to see his appearance on the court, and wants to have a good match with him on the court.

Tang Yi glanced at the clothes on his body, it was the brand endorsed by Song Yuran, and he had quite a few of the same style.But for this one, Tang Yi touched the initials of Song Yuran embroidered on it, and felt better.

Tang Yi took a shower and changed his clothes, washed and dried them carefully and put them away carefully.

On the final day of the US Open, it was sunny after the rain, and the Arthur Ashe Stadium was packed.

Under the sun, Tang Hui's blond hair was even more dazzling. Fans shouted his name one after another, "Come on, Louis!" "Louis, I love you!" The screaming got louder.

Yang Yang stood on the opposite side of the net and rolled his eyes: "Peacock!"

"Yang Yang, I love you!" A certain female fan just caught a certain gap.Yang Yang was still in a daze, another male fan grabbed another gap: "I love you, Louis!"

The court was silent for two seconds.

Tang Yi sat in the family box, suppressed a smile and lowered his head.

In the first game, Yang Yang served.

Tang Hui bent down slightly, with a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Yang's racket like a falcon.

Yang Yang put away the expression on his face and raised his racket to serve.

In the first set, Tang Hui won 6-4.Then in the second set, Yang Yang fought back with a 6-4.In the third set, Tang Hui's first serve was very good and he won 6-3.In the fourth set, the physical fitness of both players declined. Yang Yang narrowly won 7-5, and the game entered the deciding set.

"Your brother's condition is not stable today!" The delicate woman sitting next to Tang Yi frowned and said, "You want an Asian man who is two years older than him to beat him up like this?"

"Mom—" Tang Yi was speechless, "Aren't you Asian?"

The woman's name is Tang Yuelan. She was also a professional tennis player when she was young, and she was also a woman who won several Grand Slams.She raised her eyebrows, "Did that woman analyze my son's tactics for him?" Tang Yuelan looked up at the family box opposite.

Tang Yi thought to himself: "I'm afraid it's not a woman, but a man." He also subconsciously looked towards the other side, but Song Yuran didn't come to watch the battle today.

In the fifth set, the two still refused to give in to each other, each securing serve.Until the tenth game, because Tang Hui served first in this set, the pressure came to Yang Yang, who had to keep his serve.

Tang Hui took out a new racket from his bag, walked on the court, and licked his lips in front of Yang Yang.

Yang Yang's palms were sweating, and he still remembered what Song Yuran said to him: "Be careful when Tang Hui starts the game, he may intentionally leave the break behind."

Yang Yang raised his racket, served the ball to the net, and made a mistake.

In the second serve, Yang Yang was a little nervous. In order to maintain stability, the speed of the ball was not very fast.At this moment, Tang Hui rushed forward and quickly put a small ball in front of his backhand.Yang Yang was a second slower and returned the ball too high, Tang Hui directly pressed down to score a point.

The fans on the field cheered.Tang Yuelan relaxed and leaned against the back of the chair.

Yang Yang's pressure increased, he took a deep breath.

"If this is the case, then you can completely let go of the fight! Don't be overwhelmed by his momentum." Song Yuran added another sentence.

On the second ball, Yang Yang sent out his sixth ACE ball of the field.

There was a small climax in the auditorium.

Tang Hui smiled slightly and gave him a thumbs up.

Yang Yang was unmoved at all, and the third ball was served very steadily. It was an extra shot from the bottom line, a total of 45 shots. In the end, Tang Yi returned the ball out of bounds, and Yang Yang scored another point.

There was constant applause on the court, and both of them took a breath.

The five-set battle the day before yesterday made Yang Yang a little exhausted, and Tang Hui once again guessed his serve and scored a point by overpowering his backhand.

It was another crucial goal. Yang Yang's first serve was great, but Tang Hui seemed to be in good shape. He once again caused trouble for Yang Yang and scored a point. Thus, the first match point of this US Open appeared. .

The auditorium was boiling, could Tang Hui take it straight away?Or will Yang Yang make a smooth reversal?

Tang Yi also became nervous. He clasped his hands and prayed for his brother.

Yang Yang glanced at Tang Hui on the opposite side, and remembered Song Yuran's Grand Slam record, so - another ace.

Share equally.

"Wow!" Whistles and shouts rang out on the court.

Yang Yang heaved a sigh of relief, served another ball, a beautiful serve to the net, and scored!

Tang Hui nodded with a smile, and scored another point when Yang Yang relaxed his vigilance.

Yang Yang looked at the young man who was concentrating on the opposite side, and for the first time he sighed for his age, and Tang Hui got a match point again.

Yang Yang decided to give it a go and used his serve to hit the net again, but Tang Hui once again caught the landing point of his serve, made a beautiful backhand pass, and won!

The fans stood up holding various banners and cheering.

Tang Hui's No.15 Grand Slams equaled the world record held by Song Yuran.

Yang Yang smiled wryly and shook his head: "Song Yuran, look!" He walked towards the center of the field.

Tang Hui also walked over, and the two embraced.

"I will kill you next time!" Yang Yang said.

"I'll wait for you!" Tang Hui replied with a smile.

In the early morning of the next day, the headlines of almost all newspapers in New York were occupied by the photo of this handsome blond guy kissing the trophy, "Louis Von Ritter Receives His No. 15 Grand Slam Trophies".Some also attached a photo of Tang Yi embracing Tang Hui in the player tunnel, which was called: "The terrible 'Knight' family".

"At the US Open final, there are many stars, and the tennis princess is still beautiful." The woman pointed to the "princess" in the newspaper and was very dissatisfied: "Why is it still 'Princess Tennis'?"

"Look back." Another fashionable and beautiful woman came, reached out and pressed the newspaper in her hand, and pointed at the "queen" behind with cream green nails, saying: "Because there is still a queen here!"

"Hmph!" Tang Yuelan slapped the newspaper on the table.

The woman sat down opposite her, took off her sunglasses, and smiled gracefully: "Long time no see, Alan!"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time to come!" Tang Yuelan glared at her, but still reached out and poured her a glass of water: "It's rare to come to see my son's game this time!"

"Isn't this encouraging him to enter the finals!" Yang Yang's mother answered.