Almighty in the city

"Captain?" Bai Yifan paused, turned his head, and gave him a surprised look: "I just joined the national team last night, not a captain."

"But you defeated Sun Lingyue." The young man said with a cold face, "I have heard the news. Director Zhao asked the coaching staff to have an overnight meeting last night. At today's morning meeting, you will be appointed as the national team of our tennis team. The new captain."

"Really." Bai Yifan nodded, still having that indifferent expression on his face. He glanced at these people, turned his head, and continued to walk towards the cafeteria.

"But, we are not convinced!" Behind him, the young man's voice came.

"En?" Bai Yifan's footsteps paused again. This time, he finally turned around, with a curious smile on his face, "Do you think my strength is not worthy of becoming your new captain?"

The young man said with a cold face and nodded: "Yes! Just defeating Sun Lingyue once does not mean anything. Tennis king Federer was defeated in the first round. However, the person who defeated him is only as strong as possible. Has it surpassed Federer?"

"Last night, you guys should not be there." Bai Yifan smiled.

The cold-faced young man nodded and said, "Yes, some of us asked for leave yesterday, and we came back after nine o'clock in the evening. Then we heard that there was a new player from the national team who was exhausted in practice. With Sun Lingyue's physical strength, he defeated him."

Bai Yifan was dumb, looking at these people amusedly.

The news they heard couldn't be wrong. Sun Lingyue was indeed playing with him and lost his energy. In the end, he couldn't even climb up. It was also true that he had exhausted Sun Lingyue's energy and defeated the top seed player.

It's just that this is based on the magical skills of the "Tezuka Domain", which is a crushing of absolute strength.

But looking at the appearance of several young people, it was obvious that he understood the match last night as a physical fight between him and Sun Lingyue. As a result, Sun Lingyue was physically weak and lost to him.

No wonder this cold-faced young man dared to find himself singled out. It turns out that the ignorant is fearless.

Bai Yifan figured this out in an instant, and he didn't mean to entangle them with them. He smiled and shook his head, turned and continued to walk towards the cafeteria.

"Are you afraid?" Behind him, the cold-faced youth's undisguised provocation sounded again, "If you are afraid, then you will actively reject the position of captain at the morning meeting! Otherwise, even if you are appointed as captain, we will I will never buy it!"

"Follow you." Bai Yifan raised his hand and said, "Even if I become the captain, I don't bother to care about your mess. I will leave the national team when I finish the tennis match at the exchange meeting."

"If this is the case, then simply give up the position of the captain!" Some of the young people yelled.

"If you want this position, just go and mention it to the coaching staff. Anyway, I have no problem." While speaking, Bai Yifan had already walked twenty or thirty meters.

However, the cold-faced young man and a few companions chased up and stopped in front of him again.

Bai Yifan frowned, feeling a little unhappy.

"You go and tell the coaching staff about this!" The cold-faced youth said coldly, and the tone of these words was entirely in the tone of command.

Bai Yifan glanced at him, and the corner of his mouth raised, suddenly showing a curve of disdain: "You want to fight for this position, but you dare not go to the coaching staff, you dare not go to Director Zhao, but you find me— Do I look like a soft persimmon that anyone can handle?"

"I care if you are a soft persimmon!" The cold-faced youth is quite unreasonable. "Or, just play a game with me! If you win, we will recognize your captain status. If you lose, we will go and talk to the coaching staff. Give up the position of captain!"

"What if I just don't play this game with you?" Bai Yifan sneered.

"Then you don't want to stay comfortable in the national team! You are a rookie, what qualifications do you have to be the captain to lead us!" one of several young people coldly scolded.

"It seems that I really have no choice." Bai Yifan exhaled, his eyes slightly cold, "Let's go, go to the stadium, since you have to play a game with me, I have no choice but to satisfy you."

He raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Anyway, there is plenty of time."

On the training ground of the tennis club, the cold-faced youth opened the iron gate of one of the courts and strode in: "You just came, and the racket tailored for you must have not had time to make it."

He snapped his fingers, and someone among those companions suddenly pulled a rack full of various rackets over.

"There are all types of rackets on this, and they were just maintained this morning. If you like the kind, you can choose." The cold-faced youth said, pointing to himself, "In order to be fair, I will not use me. The exclusive racket. For this game, I use the same racket as you, or you can appoint me to use any of these rackets."

Seeing his conceited expression, Bai Yifan smiled helplessly, took out a racket and threw it to him: "Then you can use this racket."

"Good." The cold-faced youth nodded.

"I'll use this pair." Bai Yifan picked up a wooden racket from the rattan basket under the shelf.

The net surface of this racket is loose, and at first glance it was not maintained and adjusted.

Because the weight of the wood material will be much heavier than the current carbon fiber alloy game racket, this kind of wooden racket is generally used for swing practice, and places like the national team with extremely high training requirements will also make Players use this wooden racket for "weight-bearing" shot training.

Obviously, the wooden racket in Bai Yifan's hand was held by someone after a long time of batting training, so that the net line of the net was loose.

"Do you want to use this racket to play against me?" The cold-faced youth looked at the wooden racket in his hand, his face instantly became colder, "Don't think you can underestimate me if you beat Sun Lingyue!"

"Are you underestimating you? You'll know after playing." Bai Yifan waved his wooden racket twice and walked towards the court, "The hand feels OK." ,,.