"Let's continue!" Katrina just wanted to play with Shen Yibin, but unexpectedly she was scored by a guy who had just learned to hold the slap. Now she became serious.

"Okay, I'm ready!" Chen Yibin tightened his racket. The scoring just now made him more confident. He didn't expect that he had learned swordsmanship with Xiaoliu for so long, but he came in handy on the tennis court. If that's the case, can he try badminton, baseball and other games in the future?

"Wait!" This time Katrina took out her full skills, changed her serving position, said the ball was high, and then jumped up when the tennis ball began to fall, waved the racket hard and pulled the ball over. The speed and angle of this serve were far greater than the previous few times. Even Bianca felt that if Chen Yibin was replaced by him, it would be difficult to take the serve.

Very beautiful serve! Katrina also clenched her fists and applauded her. This serve was beyond her normal level. In her opinion, Chen Yibin was probably not even able to get the ball this time, and she would win the game with an ace ball!

However, the corner of her mouth had just curved a little, and her smile solidified before she could bloom. Chen Yibin slid a few times and rushed to the landing point, waved the racket and hit the ball back. The unprepared Katrina could only watch the ball fall into the line and then bounced out. Her proud serve was directly scored by Chen Yibin.

"40 to 30! A beautiful ball!" Bianca began to applaud Chen Yibin, and then Ryan and Bernanke beside her also applauded at the same time. For a novice who had just held a racket, Chen Yibin's ball was indeed beautiful.

"Yeah!" Haer also followed them to slap her thick claws and made a dull sound. Seeing its cute appearance, Katrina, who was a little depressed, also laughed and then began another round of serving. However, Chen Yibin has gradually adapted to the tennis racket. In the next few ball games, she did not take advantage of it. She was a big reversal by Chen Yibin while leading the score.

"It's such a pity. If I met you more than ten years ago, I would definitely advise you to be a professional tennis player." Bernanke looked at Chen Yibin and said seriously. He was the highest-level tennis player among the four. When he was young, he had also gone to a professional tennis training center for a short training. Unfortunately, he was defeated because of his lack of talent. However, his vision was still there. He had never seen that tennis player improve as quickly as Chen Yibin.

"I have practiced some other skills, and maybe it's this skill that works." Chen Yibin shrugged. Things were not what Bernanke imagined.

"Next, I'll play with you." Bernanke wanted to see how talented Chen Yibin was, so he picked up his tennis racket and walked to the other side of the court, "Next, you serve."

"Uh, I don't know how to serve, so you'd better come on!" Chen Yibin threw the tennis ball that Bernanke threw back. He really didn't learn how to serve, and the skills he learned from Xiao Liu seemed to be useless.

Bernanke was not polite and started his serve directly. He spent much more time playing than Katrina. His serving was far above the opponent in terms of speed and angle. Shen Yibin did not receive the first serve. The tennis ball hit his racket and flew towards Haer, which directly scared Katrina and others.

"Yeah!" Ha'er was not nervous at all. In the past few days, it often encountered the situation where Shen Yibin hit the fruit at him. He had long been familiar with it. It habitually stretched out its two claws and grabbed it, and the tennis ball was taken into its claws.

"Wow, Kung Fu Fat Da!" Katrina and others were so surprised that they couldn't stop talking. Unexpectedly, this fat Da had this trick, no wonder he could play a superhero.

After the small behind-the-scenes passed, the two sides continued to start the game. Chen Yibin was undoubtedly defeated in the first game. Bernanke shaved his head, but Bernanke was not only not proud, but he became more and more surprised as Chen Yibin made a big progress. At the beginning, one or two balls, Chen Yibin made a mistake when he received the ball, but when he reached the two balls behind, Chen Yibin could already hit the ball across the net and could still go to and from him for one or two rounds.

"Come again!" Chen Yibin became more and more interested in playing. He felt that he had already figured out some of Bernanke's skills in these rounds. If he continued to play, he might get points from him.

"No problem!" Bernanke didn't want to end early, so he took the tennis ball and started serving again, and the two sides started the second game!

"Wow, Mr. Chen finally scored, congratulations." At the end of the second game, Chen Yibin finally got a point from Bernanke. His batting was still unskilled, but he always hit the ball across the net. Over time, Bernanke would occasionally make mistakes, and Chen Yibin finally got a point.

"Continue?" Bernanke became more and more interested, and he looked at Chen Yibin and asked.

"Of course!" By the last ball, Chen Yibin played more than ten times with him, and he felt that he would persist in the next game for a longer time.

The first ball, Shen Yibin and Bernanke had sixteen rounds, but were intercepted by the opponent online.

In the second goal, Chen Yibin and Bernanke fought for twenty rounds, but were beaten by the opponent from the opposite angle. Chen Yibin fought his life but couldn't reach it.

It was finally Shen Yibin's turn to score the third ball. Both sides went back and forth on the bottom line for more than 30 rounds. Bernanke finally made a mistake and hit the ball online.

As the game continued, the two of them had a longer stalemate. They watched Bianca, Katrina and Ryan look at each other. Is this a tennis match or a long-distance running match? It was just that they were running around on the court.

No matter how tricky Bernanke played, Chen Yibin could always arrive at the landing point in time to hit the ball back. However, because his single method of hitting the ball, he could not create a threat to Bernanke and would be easily beaten back; one attacked desperately but was blocked by the opponent one by one, and the other wanted to attack but had no means of any means, so the two formed a stalemate.

"Bianca, what is the world record for a single tennis match?" Katrina suddenly asked.

"In the first round of Wimbledon in 2010, American Isner defeated Frenchman Mahu. The game was divided into three days and took 11 hours and 5 minutes. What do you ask about this?" Bianca looked at Katrina curiously.
Chapter completed!