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Went to the opposite side of the net.

In late October, Song Yuran and Tang Yi boarded the plane to Paris, accompanied by Faxiao Frank and his coach.

Because the Paris Masters was too close to the ATP year-end finals at the end of the year, Tang Hui chose to skip it and concentrate on preparing for the end of the year to hit the world's number one ranking.

Tang Yi and Frank took the initiative to pick up the luggage together, and when they came back, they were about to ask the two coaches to leave together, when a slightly familiar voice came over: "Senior brother!"

Tang Yi paused and looked to the other side.

"Who is that?" Frank asked first.

"It's Song Yuran's junior." Tang Yi saw Song Yuran turned around and greeted Su Ming.

"Oh," Frank nodded, "Then let's go over and say hello!"

When the two walked over, Su Ming didn't know what he had just said to Song Yuran, and Song Yuran smiled slightly.

"Hello!" Tang Yi stretched out his hand to Su Ming who was facing Song Yuran.

Su Ming was stunned for a moment, then laughed immediately: "Oh, why is Xiaotang so unfamiliar!" He held Tang Yi's hand with his right hand, and patted his shoulder with his left hand.

"This is...?" Su Ming turned to Frank again.

Frank roughly guessed what he said, and stretched out his hand with a smile: "I'm Frank, Matteo's good friend."

"Oh, hello, hello!" Su Ming changed the subject, and turned to Song Yuran again: "Brother, do you still live in that 'player hotel'? Let's go together!"

Song Yuran shook his head: "No."

Su Ming was startled, and realized that he might have said the wrong thing, so he quickly corrected it: "Then which hotel is the brother staying at? My driver will be here soon, let's take you there first!"

"No, thank you!" Tang Yi rushed ahead of Song Yuran and said, "He lives in my villa."

Su Ming was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Frank's cell phone rang at the right time, and he looked down: "Matteo! The driver is here!"

"Yeah, okay," Tang Yi responded by looking at Song Yuran, "Brother Yuran, let's go when the driver arrives!" Turning his head and looking at Su Ming again, he showed a slightly apologetic smile: "Then, uncle, let's go first." Let's go! Bye!"

Song Yuran nodded and greeted Su Ming, "Ah Ming, see you in the game then!"

Su Ming quickly changed his smile: "Alright senior brother! Be careful on the road!"

When they were far away, Su Ming's face darkened, and he cursed secretly: "Stinky boy! You look good on the court!"

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Tang Yi posted an Instagram: A new beginning.The picture is the training ground at home.

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Re: "Ah 'new beginnings'?"

Reply: "Look at that picture! The ball bag next to it belongs to Brother Song!"

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☆, a family

After saying goodbye to Frank, Tang Yi and Song Yuran returned to the villa.

"Tang Yi, do you dislike Su Ming?" Song Yuran asked suddenly.

"No." Tang Yi pursed his lips, "I just think he is hostile to me."

"Oh?" Song Yuran frowned.

Tang Yi turned to look at him with a complicated expression: "Well, he likes you very much!"

"Really?" Song Yuran laughed twice without answering.

Tang Yi scratched his hair: "What a strange person."

Song Yuran went on to say, "Actually, it's not easy for Su Ming." He thought about his words, "His father didn't treat him very well, and it was his mother who raised him alone and supported him in playing basketball. I hope he will become famous one day. .”

"Then he has done it now." Tang Yi went to the kitchen to boil water.

"Well, when he first joined the national team, he had low self-esteem and was often scolded by the coach." Song Yuran also followed in, "Do you want me to help?"

Tang Yi waved his hand: "So you helped him." He reached for the black tea on the cupboard.

"Yeah." Song Yuran watched his skillful movements and leaned against the cooking table next to him.

"Oh..." Tang Yi nodded, "Then why is he in the tennis academy?"

"Because his mother was ill and was being treated in the United States."

"Hmm..." Tang Yi didn't ask any more, and turned to look at him, "It's still a while before the water boils, so go sit in the living room first!"

"Oh good." Song Yuran went out in a good manner.

When he went out, Tang Yi stopped what he was doing, put his hands on the cooking table, and thought about how he should speak for a while.In the week that ended at the US Open, he gave up his vacation and went home, and went back and forth for several days. In the past two days, he finally waited for good news.

Tang Yi thought about his words again, and then came out of the kitchen with some tea: "Brother Yuran..." Before he could finish his words, Tang Yi raised his eyes, only to find that Song Yuran had fallen asleep leaning on the sofa.

"Ah..." He froze for a moment, walked over lightly, put the tray in his hand on the coffee table, and reached out to pick up the thin blanket next to him, "I'm really tired. ..." Tang Yi said to himself.

Song Yuran's requirements have always been very strict. After becoming his own coach, he first helped him fine-tune every swing and pace. Recently, in order to prepare for the game, he stayed up all night alone to replay the previous indoor games for him, so that More efficient on-the-spot experience guidance.

Tang Yi carefully covered Song Yuran with the blanket.

Sleeping Song Yuran lacked the fierceness on the court and the seriousness of being a coach, and was three points more soft than the usual relaxation when drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.Because it wasn't long before he entered the door, his hair was still a little messed up by the wind, and his crow-feather-like eyelashes curled there quietly, and he was so close that he could even hear his breathing, "The eyelashes are so long... "Tang Yi couldn't help sighing, a little cheap and wanted to count them.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to reach out his hand, Song Yuran woke up.

"Ah!" Tang Yi was so frightened that he sat down on the coffee table, almost pushing down the tea he had just made.

"Did I fall asleep just now?" Song Yuran was still a little confused, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the black tea smells so good!" He sat up, found the thin blanket on his body, and felt warm in his heart: "Thank you, Tang Yi."

"Ahaha..." Tang Yi stood up pretending to be okay, brought a cup of black tea to Song Yuran, and handed it to him: "Go to sleep for a while in the afternoon! Let's go out to eat in the evening."

Song Yuran took the teacup and blew it: "Yes, thank you!" He took a sip and said, "It's very fragrant!"

Tang Yi came over and sat beside him: "Brother Yuran, I have something to tell you."

"Well," Song Yuran blew on the black tea again, and reached for a biscuit, "Say it."

"That..." Tang Yi plucked up his courage, "Your knee injury, I made an appointment with a doctor for you. He is the most professional doctor for sports injuries. I got the news yesterday that I have already made an appointment. On the 15th of next month, in London." Tang Yi finished speaking in one breath.

Song Yuran didn't say a word. He had been going for check-ups on time for physical therapy recovery, but he didn't report any hope.

"He has cured several athletes before!" Tang Yi tentatively looked at Song Yuran's expression, "Oh, anyway, I just hope you don't hurt so much when you have seizures!" He was a little incoherent, and he was also very scared Hopeful and disappointing.

"How long have you been in contact?" Song Yuran looked at him, "Have you used your father's resources?"

Tang Yi was stunned for a moment to realize, and waved his hands again and again: "No!" Fu added, "I just ran a few more times and found a few friends."

Song Yuran is well aware of how difficult it is to make an appointment with a doctor abroad. He has only been here for more than a month. How many friends does Tang Yi, a 20-year-old child, have?

Under Song Yuran's "questioning" eyes, Tang Yi rolled his eyes: "Oh, just... my second uncle contacted an uncle..."

Tang Yi looked at Song Yuran with some embarrassment. After a long silence, Song Yuran nodded and said, "Okay, I see."

"what do you mean..."

"I will go, thank you!" Song Yuran took another sip of tea, "The black tea is delicious."

"No thanks, no thanks!" Tang Yi nodded happily, "Brother Yuran, don't you try adding some milk? This Earl Gray tea is especially suitable for adding milk." He picked up the small cup of milk.

"Okay!" Song Yuran handed over the teacup, he was a little happy and a little touched.From childhood to adulthood, except for Yang Yang, no one has cared so much about his affairs, and Tang Yi's cautious attitude just now, "He is really a cute kid!" He looked at him.

"What?" Tang Yi didn't hear clearly.

"I say thank you, Tang Yi." Song Yuran had a few smile lines on the corners of his eyes, and it was the first time he added milk to his tea, which he never drink.

"Why do you always 'thank me'!" Tang Yi frowned, "It's strange."

"Not even 'thank you'?" Song Yuran asked intentionally.

"Ah...that's..." Tang Yi thought for a long time and didn't know what to say, "that's...you are my coach now, so, just a family?"

"Hahahaha..." Song Yuran couldn't help laughing.

In the first round of the competition, Tang Yi faced the Kazakhstan player ranked 127th in the world.

Yang Yang had a bye in the first round because he was ranked seventh, but he still watched Tang Yi's match with Song Yuran, saying that it was too boring in the hotel.

In the first set, Tang Yi entered the state quickly and won 6-1.

When the referee announced that Tang Yi had won, Yang Yang looked back at Song Yuran: "What have you secretly taught him this month? So fierce?"

Song Yuran innocently shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

But in the second set, Tang Yi didn't give the opponent any chance at all, and directly gave the opponent a duck egg 6-0.

"It's really scary for young people!" Yang Yang was shaking his head and sighing.

Tang Yi looked back and waved to Song Yuran. Song Yuran gave him a thumbs up, and Tang Yi ran to the net to hug his opponent contentedly.

Successfully advanced 2-0 in the first round.

"Little friend, you will be hated for giving eggs to people." Yang Yang stood in the player tunnel with his hands in his pockets.

"Brother Yuran!" Tang Yi completely ignored Yang Yang, and quickly walked in front of Song Yuran, "We won!"

"Well, not bad!" Song Yuran nodded, "Keep going!"

"Hey! Tang Yi, can you be a little more polite." Yang Yang was not angry.

"Brother Yang Yang!" Tang Yi hurriedly called out.

"En." Yang Yang was satisfied now.

"Brother Yang Yang, do you want to move to my villa together?" Tang Yi suddenly remembered.

"No need, no need!" Yang Yang repeatedly refused.

Tang Yi frowned: "Brother Yuran and I are the only ones in the villa, so it feels a bit deserted."

"Just the two of you..." Yang Yang thought for a while and shook his head, "Forget it, I'm afraid my coach will be jealous of me."

In the second and third rounds, Tang Yi still won smoothly and entered the quarter-finals. The opponent he will face is Su Ming who killed Frank in the previous round.

At the same time, Frank was crying to Tang Yi: "Matteo, you must avenge me! That Su or something..." Frank hugged Tang Yi's shoulders, "I was thinking of fighting with you, but Blame him! Hmph!"

On the other side, Su Ming ran over when he saw Song Yuran after the game, and said happily, "Senior brother, are you coming to see me play?"

"?" Tang Yi froze for a moment.

Song Yuran was also stunned, he accompanied Tang Yi to see Frank, but Frank's opponent was Su Ming...

Tang Yi glanced at Song Yuran, pulled Frank over and said, "Yes, we are here to watch your competition," he smiled, "Congratulations, Uncle Shi, for advancing to the quarterfinals!"

Song Yuran didn't answer, Su Ming's face darkened, and he quickly adjusted a smile to Tang Yi: "Oh, Xiaotang is here too! I heard that he has entered the next round, right?"

Tang Yi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Yes, I will fight with my uncle in the next round."

"Oh?" Su Ming suddenly realized, "No wonder the senior brother wants to watch my match, it seems that he wants to give the apprentice a little trouble?"

Tang Yi didn't understand: "What does 'open a small stove' mean?"

Su Ming was taken aback for a moment and realized that his poor Chinese is really terrible.

Song Yuran waved his hands again and again: "A Ming, you misunderstood, Tang Yi and I just came here to watch a game."

"Oh," Su Ming nodded, "Brother, please enjoy the next match, I will do well!"

Song Yuran smiled: "I hope you can bring a wonderful game."

"Okay." Su Ming glanced at Tang Yi provocatively, and continued to hit him with a stick: "Brother, are you hungry? Do you want to have dinner together?"

"No..." Tang Yi was about to interrupt, but was slightly stopped by Song Yuran's hand.

Song Yuran shook his head and smiled, "I'm really sorry, I've already made an appointment with Yang Yang, next time!" He pointed at Su Ming's coach, "Your team members are waiting for you too."

"Okay." Su Ming accepted it as soon as he saw it, "Then let's invite senior brother to dinner after another win!"

On the way to the restaurant, Tang Yi seemed to react, "He's really cunning!"

"what?"

"He said that on purpose!" Tang Yi turned around and grabbed Song Yuran's arms to face him, "I wanted you to promise not to tell me about his playing characteristics!"

Song Yuran also stopped: "I didn't intend to say anything."

"Why?" Tang Yi was a little unhappy, his amber eyes showed dissatisfaction under the streetlight.

Seeing his frowning, Song Yuran wanted to laugh, and said softly after a while, "Because I believe in you!"

Tang Yi's pupils trembled, and he let go of both hands in a daze, "Oh..." He returned to Song Yuran's side again, "Let's hurry up!" He took a step forward as if nothing had happened.

"My God! Song Yuran said he believed in me!" A voice roared in Tang Yi's ear, "My God! He said he believed in me!" Tang Yi felt that his steps were a little light.

Song Yuran watched him walking forward foolishly from behind, and couldn't help laughing again.

When we arrived at the Chinese restaurant, Frank had already arrived. Yang Yang waited for a long time and said impatiently, "Why is it so slow! Frank even took a shower and changed clothes faster than you!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Tang Yi apologized again and again, and sat down next to Frank.

Song Yuran sat across from him, jokingly said, "Don't you have to wait for the food to arrive?"

"Hey, are you still..." Yang Yang took out his phone from his pocket and asked Song Yuran, "How long have you been on Weibo?"

"Huh?" Song Yuran was puzzled, but still made up his mind: "Probably... a month..."

Yang Yang sighed: "You're all on the hot searches, you know?" He opened Weibo and placed it in front of Song Yuran, then looked up at Tang Yi, "And you."

"Me?" Tang Yi was also dazed, and leaned over to take a look. Ever since Song Yuran came over, he had basically bid farewell to Weibo.

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@吃瓜集团: Song Yuran disappeared for two months after retiring, and now he is appearing at the Paris Masters, which is Tang Yi's match!It seems that the lucky disciple of the previous online transmission is Tang Yi!Tang Yi, Matteo, Chinese-German...[Picture][Picture][Picture]

The reply below is also gaudy: "Who is Tang Yi?" "Wow~ German little fresh meat!" "Take our brother away!"

Tang Yi pointed to the last comment and was a little curious: "What do you mean by 'take away our brother and not date'?" He happened to click on the reply below: "Our Tangtang is not dating!" "Bah! This time, it’s your family’s hype!" "Huh? Please take a look and see clearly? Your brother has retired!" "Your family is weak! You will lose the tiebreaker!" "You..."

Before Tang Yi finished watching, Song Yuran took down his phone and said, "There's nothing to see, let's eat." After speaking, he gave Yang Yang a look: "What's so popular about this is that it's not in China anymore."

"Brother Yuran..." Tang Yi hadn't finished reading, and he still didn't understand some words, but he vaguely felt that Song Yuran was not happy.

Song Yuran looked at him: "Let's eat first! Go back to rest early in the evening, and prepare for the next round of competition tomorrow."

On November 11, the quarter-finals of the Paris Masters.

Tang Yi and Su Ming had already warmed up on the court, and Frank shouted at the top of his voice: "Matteo, come on! Matteo is the best!" There were also a few words in the audience: "Matteo, I love you!"

"Xiaotang is very popular!" Su Ming gave him a dismissive look.

"No, I just practiced in Paris before and met a few friends." Tang Yi said hello to the audience behind him.

"Oh," Su Ming sneered, "I don't need so many fans, as long as there is one person willing to watch me play." After speaking, he glanced at Song Yuran in the audience.

Tang Yi rolled his eyes and said nothing, "Don't you think 'as long as there is one' is too silly?".

The coin chose sides, and Su Ming got the right to serve.

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☆, quarrel

In a three-set two-win match, one must enter the state quickly.

In the first game of the first set, Su Ming was in very good condition and kept serving smoothly.

Tang Yi did not concede a goal in the second game of serve.

Su Ming was secretly startled. The child was in good condition and could not find any loopholes. It seemed that he was not affected by the provocation he said that day.

In the situation of mutual protection, the seventh game returned to Su Ming's serve.

Su Ming was about to serve the ball, and inadvertently saw Song Yuran watching Tang Yi with all his attention, feeling aggrieved, he sent it out of bounds.

Tang Yi froze for a moment, this world is a bit far away...

Su Ming suppressed the irritability in his heart and made another serve, and the second serve went into the net.

Double fault, Su Ming gave this point to Tang Yi in vain, he shook the beat angrily.

Tang Yi narrowed his eyes, he felt the change in Su Ming's aura.This is an opportunity, and Tang Yi's nerves tensed up.

Su Ming sent another ball. To be on the safe side, the ball was too easy to catch. Tang Yi made a backhand with a large angle and a small diagonal line. Su Ming was taken out of the field. The quality of the return was not high. Sideways forehand, returned a deep straight ball.Su Ming failed to save the ball and lost another point.

Su Ming calmed down and finally sent a good serve, but it was still caught by Tang Yi. The two hit the baseline for a few shots. Tang Yi seized the opportunity to change the speed of the ball suddenly. Su Ming was disrupted. Another point.

For the fourth ball, Su Ming was a little panicked. He felt that Tang Yi on the opposite side was like a cheetah, staring at the ball in his hand.Tang Yi scored the fourth point without much effort.

In Su Ming's serve game, Tang Yi broke serve for four consecutive points, and the audience was amazed.

So Tang Yi was in full swing and won the first set 6-3.

During a 2-minute break, the two exchange venues.

"Uncle Master is too humble!" Tang Yi smiled slightly.

Su Ming let out a "hum" and walked straight over.

In the second set, Tang Yi broke serve in the second game.

Su Ming gritted his teeth and broke back in the third round.Tang Yi unceremoniously broke serve again in the fourth game.Su Ming was so angry that his teeth itch, and broke again in the fifth round.In the sixth game, serve was broken again, and Tang Yi bared his teeth at the opposite side.

Su Ming was so angry that he could hardly hold back, he didn't get a single point from Tang Yi in the seventh round.

In the eighth game, Tang Yi successfully broke serve and won the second set 6-2, thus winning the game 2-0.

Tang Yi turned around and made a "V" to Song Yuran, but Song Yuran didn't express anything.

Su Ming was so angry that he threw his racket to the ground, and after the referee's repeated gestures, he went forward to shake hands with Tang Yi.

Tang Yi walked out briskly, and Frank immediately rushed up to hug him: "Matteo, I love you so much!"

Tang Yi patted him on the shoulder proudly: "Your brother, I am amazing!" After speaking, he looked around again: "Where is brother Yuran?"

Frank let go of him strangely and looked back: "Didn't he come out with me just now?"

Tang Yi's heart tightened, and he ran out quickly.

"Brother Yuran!" Tang Yi saw Song Yuran at the door of the lounge, he was relieved and hurried forward, "Why are you here?"

Song Yuran turned around when he heard the sound, "Go take a shower, pack up, and prepare to go back."

"Hmm..." Tang Yi clearly sensed that the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

"Brother Yuran..." Tang Yi couldn't help but stop him as soon as he got home.

"Well, let's talk for a while."

When Tang Yi changed his clothes and came downstairs, Song Yuran had already made coffee and was waiting for him.

"Brother Yuran..."

"How did the ball in the forehand line go out of bounds in the third game of the second set?"

Tang Yi was stunned, Song Yuran's observation and memory were so strong.

Song Yuran looked at him: "Is there a backhand in the fifth round?"

Tang Yi didn't dare to look into Song Yuran's eyes: "I won anyway..."

"Really?" Song Yuran said in a low voice, "Do you think this is just a joke?"

"No..." Tang Yi tentatively said, "Mainly... isn't he... uncle..."

"Uncle?" Song Yuran paused, "Did you do the same when you were competing with your brother?"

"How can it be the same!?" Tang Yi suddenly raised his head: "I can't wait to give him a big duck egg!"

"Do you know that in the competition on the field, any negligence may cause an irreversible situation!" Song Yuran suppressed his anger, "A formal competition is not an exhibition competition! It's not something you can do just by showing off your skills and keeping a good relationship between two people!"

Tang Yi frowned: "I don't want him to be too ugly, am I?" he explained, "Brother Yang Yang said last time that I gave eggs to others..."

"Yang Yang was joking with you, didn't you see that!" Song Yuran roared.

"But isn't he your junior brother? He adores you so much, he definitely doesn't want to be too ugly in front of you!" Tang Yi's anger also rose, "Then we meet later..."

"That's because he's not as skilled as others!" Song Yuran interrupted him, "If he hadn't lost his mentality today, you would have won so easily?" Song Yuran sneered, "Giving your serve to your opponent without a care It's competition! Not charity!"

Tang Yi also sneered, "Brother Yuran thinks that no one is as important as a game?"

"As a professional tennis player, you can't act willfully. I said this last time." Song Yuran lowered his voice, "Besides, if your opponent finds out what you do, they will think you are insulting him .”

"But I've tried my best not to let him feel it!" Tang Yi said loudly.

"Your efforts should be focused on how to win!" Song Yuran's eyes were fixed on him, "As far as your current level is concerned, you can't think about anything that will affect your performance!"

Tang Yi's pupils trembled a little: "But I can't do it!" He felt that he couldn't stay any longer, so he got up and bowed his head, said "Sorry", and walked towards the room.

Song Yuran watched him go upstairs and all the way back to the room, and sighed softly, this child is too easily influenced by emotional factors, he is a little worried, what should he do?

As soon as Tang Yi returned to the room, he threw himself on the bed, "Brother Yuran, are you disappointed in me?" He covered his head, "But I am indeed like this because of the relationship between Su Ming and you... .It would be so embarrassing in the future..."

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door, and it was Song Yuran's voice: "Tang Yi, come out for some dinner?"

"I'm not hungry!" Tang Yi shouted, and buried his face in the pillow again.

The knock on the door rang again for a while, probably because he didn't intend to open the door, Song Yuran went downstairs.

Tang Yi scratched his hair irritably, he felt like an angry child, Song Yuran kindly called him, but he was very impatient, Song Yuran left, and he felt wronged again.

Tang Yi picked up the phone and opened Weibo, is it trending?He opened it curiously, and soon, he found what he read yesterday.

"Ah... Are you arguing?" Tang Yi frowned, "Are you Yuran's fan? You seem to hate me..." Tang Yi's already depressed mood fell to the bottom.He casually flipped through it again and was about to close it, when suddenly a reply attracted him: "Why did Song Yuran coach a German? Doesn't the national team need him?"

Tang Yi paused with his fingers and continued to look down, "The price must be high!" "I heard that he is already a German citizen!" "Bah, traitor!" I didn’t take a long break to make money!”  …

"Nonsense!" Tang Yi was so angry that he threw his phone on the bed, and even wanted to fight those people through the network cable.He calmed down and picked up his phone, replying one by one: "Brother Yuran didn't ask for money!" "Brother Yuran is still Chinese, don't talk nonsense!" "You are the traitor!" It's really serious..." After writing this, Tang Yi's heart throbbed.

I don't know how long it took, and how many words were mistyped and retyped. Tang Yi finished replying the entire first floor. He lay on his back on the bed and rubbed his stomach. He didn't know if he was hungry or angry.

Tang Yi woke up from hunger early the next morning, washed up and went down the stairs, and found a prepared breakfast in the dining room.Tang Yi stood in front of the table for a second.No, the quarrel has not been reconciled, and he was still a little embarrassed, so he took out his mobile phone and called Frank.

"Why so early... Matteo" Frank opened the door sleepily.

"Is there anything to eat? I'm starving to death!" Tang Yi shook Frank vigorously in an attempt to wake him up.

Frank wondered, "Did you come here so early just for breakfast?"

"Don't mention it! This afternoon is still the semi-finals, I think I should eat more." Tang Yi sat listlessly on the sofa.

Frank hurriedly went to the kitchen to toast him with warm milk, poked his head out and winked at him on the way: "Come on, Matteo! You must be invincible today!"

"Come on..." Tang Yi weakly raised his fist to imitate Frank.

"Is it with Korea's Lee Eun Hyuk today?" Frank brought the breakfast.

"Well, there were two fights before." Tang Yi took a bite of the bread, "One of them won once."

Frank nodded: "But you are in good form this time! It should be fine!"

Tang Yi sighed: "I will do my best."

Frank looked at him listlessly and shook him: "What's wrong with you? Feeling bad?"

"It's nothing!" Tang Yi took a sip of milk, somehow, he thought of Song Yuran.

"Hey, after winning this afternoon, how about going out for dinner tonight?" Frank picked up his phone as if remembering something, "I know the owner of a restaurant, it's delicious, I'll order it for us first."

"Hmm..." Tang Yi nodded.

"Well... How many people are there?" Frank counted on his fingers, "You, me, Coach Song, Yang Yang, let's call our former good friends too! Make it more lively!"

"Hmm..." Tang Yi was still in a daze, thinking that he had unknowingly made it to the semi-finals, and if he could win this afternoon, then... he could reconcile with Song Yuran.

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of falling into the drunken forest;

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

☆, tiebreaker

Through the door, Song Yuran heard the sound of Tang Yi going out, he went out to have a look, the breakfast was still on the table intact, and sighed in his heart.

Tang Yi went to the stadium early after lunch at Frank's house. In the men's singles semi-final ahead of him, Yang Yang and the Spanish player ranked second in the world, Yang Yang won.

Tang Yi had already warmed up on the court, but he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the auditorium, but Song Yuran was nowhere to be seen, and he felt disappointed.

Right after the side of the coin was selected, Tang Yi got the right to serve. He subconsciously glanced at the auditorium again. Song Yuran was sitting next to Frank.

There was a smile on the corner of Tang Yi's mouth. He bent his knees, opened his arms holding the racket, turned his racket face down, and tilted his head halfway.

Applause.

In the first game, the serve was guaranteed.

Li Yinhyuk looked at the energetic boy opposite, and sighed in his heart, "Song Yuran really knows how to choose someone."

At the end of the tenth game, the two sides battled to a 5-5 tie, and it was Tang Yi's serve again, which was also the game he had to keep.

Tang Yi calmed down and sent a beautiful outside corner kick. Lee Eun-hyuk's return was not of high quality, and Tang Yi seized the opportunity to score a point.

On the second ball, Lee Eun-hyuk steals a point from Tang Yi's backhand.

The third ball was still suppressed by the backhand. Tang Yi remembered Song Yuran's guidance. He pulled the racket with his shoulders and turned his head backwards. He stepped forward with his right foot, bent his knees and lowered the center of gravity. Hitting the ball with a swing, he returned the ball with a steep angle. Li Yinhyuk missed the return, and Tang Yi scored another point.

Song Yuran nodded calmly.

With two goals left, Li Yinhyuk seemed to give up the break, and Tang Yi easily saved the serve.

Cheers rang out on the court, the caddy delivered towels, and the two exchanged venues.

"That backhand just now was good!" Lee Eun Hyuk said in English the moment they passed by.

"Ah, thank you!" Tang Yi turned around quickly, and Li Yinhyuk smiled at him.

The No.12 round is also the serve that Lee Eun Hyuk must keep.But Tang Yi was also under a lot of pressure, because he knew that if he couldn't break serve, this set was about to enter the tiebreaker, and "tiebreaker" was a hurdle in his heart.

On the first ball, Lee Eun Hyuk's serve was perfect, and Tang Yi didn't get any chances.

In the second point, Li Yinhe served the ball to the net, Tang Yi made a gamble, and unexpectedly made a correct prediction and successfully crossed.

The third point was scored by Lee Eun Hyuk with an ACE ball.

Tang Yi shook the moist palm of his left hand, bent down and concentrated.

For the fourth ball, Lee Eun-hyuk chose the outside corner kick very cautiously. Tang Yi returned the ball with a mediocre quality. Lee Eun-hyuk continued to choose Tang Yi's backhand to suppress.Tang Yi tried to disrupt Li Eunhyuk's rhythm, but was controlled instead. After a few shots, Lee Eunhyuk returned the ball from a wide angle and took Tang Yi out of the field. He seized the opportunity to speed up the return and won another point.

This multi-shot won continuous cheers from the fans on the field.

Tang Yi became more and more nervous, and he couldn't let him score any more points, all the muscles in his body were tense.

Li Yinhyuk once again sought a steady serve, Tang Yi returned the ball to the baseline, the quality of Li Yinhyuk's return was not high, Tang Yi cut a forehand shot, the ball landed in Li Yinhyuk's left service area, Li Yinhyuk returned the ball to the baseline, two shots back to the baseline For the ball, Tang Yi observed Li Yinhe's feet, and made a sneak attack with a backhand slice. The ball landed in his right service area. Li Yinhe lost his center of gravity, and Tang Yi won another point for himself.

A very beautiful ball, there was a burst of cheers on the court, and Tang Yi's name was shouted loudly.

Li Yinhyuk took a breath and saw Tang Yi's intention to break serve. It seemed that it was no longer safe to serve conservatively.He bounced the ball twice on the ground, sent it out from as wide an angle as possible, and sent it out of bounds.

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