"Yeah, yeah, I understand. I will come back the day after tomorrow after the final. I know, I will play well." Fan Ju did not forget to make some calls to Yan Ximu and the Tennis Center at home as usual.

Not only did he faint, but he was the longest match that Fan Ju had ever experienced in more than two and a half hours. If it weren't for the last set that he also dragged his opponent's physical strength to the limit, I'm afraid that Fan Ju would lose in this game.

Hang up the phone and moved his shoulders, which were a little sore and soft. Unexpectedly, he would have a day when he was physically insufficient. He was a little lucky that the semi-finals and finals were not immediately performed, but gave the players one day to rest and adjust.

Fan Ju's current state is unknown, let alone winning the game, whether he can play normally. Even if the black doctor told Fan Ju that his health was normal after checking him, only Fan Ju himself knew the real problem that made him confused.

"Where is that boy Matatan? Why don't you know where to go?" After calling, Fan Ju was ready to leave the hospital and return to the hotel. The strong smell of disinfectant made Fan Ju feel uncomfortable all over, especially thinking that this is a high-incidence area of ​​AIDS. If it weren't for the infusion and blood transfusion, Fan Ju even worried that he would be infected with the incurable virus so unknown.

Even if AIDS, which has a special transmission route, is not so easy to get, don’t forget that there are malaria, leprosy, tuberculosis, cholera and even Ebola virus in Africa. People who are healthy like him are definitely life-threatening to stay in the hospital. He is just a Chinese who is used to eating gutter oil, not an Indian who grew up in parasites and viruses, and does not have such a high resistance to biological viruses.

"Miss Nurse, if the guy who harassed you just came to me, please tell him that I have returned to the hotel, thank you." Fan Ju found the nurse who knew some English at Matata*, and took out a change from his pocket and handed it over.

The nurse who got the money immediately smiled, and her black face looked pretty good when she smiled. Fan Ju didn't have the habit of bringing coins. The money he took out was all $10 in "big bills". ** The monthly salary at Mombasa Hospital was less than $150, and $10 was not a small amount for her.

"Okay, sir, will I tell Mr. Matata, what additional services do you need? I can also provide you with some other help... Sir, why do you run so fast? Listen to me..."

After the nurse took the money, she showed a charming smile, which made Fan Ju run out quickly. She thought to herself that Matata's eyes are really powerful, and she is almost catching up with Sherlock Holmes. Why do you find someone to talk to him so much that you have the potential to "serve the people"!

Although the black girl had a thin waist and a big butt, Fan Ju was afraid that she would not see the details when she turned off the lights, so she chose to escape. She had just left the hospital without taking two steps, but found that there was a man with a ball bag sitting on the bench at the door of the hospital, looking at the direction of the hospital from time to time, not knowing what to wait for.

When Fan Ju left the hospital gate, the man's eyes suddenly lit up. He rushed over as soon as he finished the game, and was worried that he would not be able to see his final opponent.

"Hello sir, can you speak English?" The young man stopped in front of Fan Ju, with a firm expression, but the question was still very polite.

Fan Ju nodded. The young man in front of him was very young. Fan Ju thought he was only 18 or 9 years old. He had seen this person on the court. Although he only saw him a few times occasionally, his tennis skills left a lot of impression on him. His foundation was very good, but he was much better than himself.

The young man was relieved when he saw Fan Ju nodding. He realized that he was a little reckless and forgot to find a Chinese translator. He originally thought that there would be an interpreter around Fan Ju, but he didn't expect that Fan Ju came out of the hospital alone at this time, so he could only rush up with his teeth.

"Hello sir, I am Richard Bloomfield from Norwich, England. Like you, I am a professional tennis player. I am here to see your injury and want to confirm whether it will affect the day after tomorrow." Richard Bloomfield is not old, but his speech is in a stern British accent.

My acquired opponent? What do I do? Just go to the hospital or ask the game if you ask me? In addition, where is Norwich? The UK knows London by itself? Oh, there are Wimbledon, Manchester City, Liverpool, and Newcastle.

Fan raised his fingers and thought for a long time. Except for London, other cities are related to football. Norwich, the most suitable city in the UK, really didn't know.

"Hello, I am Fan Ju from China. Does my injury have anything to do with you?" Fan Ju didn't know the purpose of the other party's words, but instead felt a little provocative and frowned and asked.

The British young man looked good and was slightly taller than Fan Ju. Hearing Fan Ju’s question, he raised his chest for some reason.

"I have no malicious intentions, just to see if you are injured and whether it will affect the status of the game. I hope our game will be fair and gentleman the day after tomorrow." Richard was very honest and honest to Fan Ju. As the pride of the future Britain, Richard wanted to be a gentleman on the court like Mr. Tim Henman. Even if Mr. Gentleman could not win the Grand Slam, there were loopholes everywhere, but it still could not stop him from becoming a good role model in the heart of this young tennis boy.

Fan Ju was a little impatient. It is possible that the game is fair. It is unfair to put two players with completely different strength rankings and even heights together. Is this guy's brain broken in tennis?

After looking at the time, I felt that my stomach was almost hungry. For some nervous little guys, he decided to say a little panic so that he could help him get rid of the annoying guys in front of him as soon as possible.

"It's okay, I'm not injured and I'm in good condition. I'm very happy to see you. I hope I can play a wonderful game the day after tomorrow. I'm going to have a meal. If I don't recommend it, please let me go." Fan Ju didn't plan to be polite, or he was still having a headache, and he couldn't be polite. He could pretend with his family, but the little guy in front of him, what's the fair? It's more like a mentally ill who runs to provoke.

Richard looked at Fan Ju who was anxious to leave the hospital in surprise. He didn't know that his opponent was about to face a "lose" game, and the opponent in this game came to "visit him", which made Fan Ju's patience reach its limit.

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When he returned to the hotel, Fan Ju just took a drink and sandwich from the hotel restaurant. After returning to the room, he threw the ball bag heavily on the bed, and he fell to the edge of the bed. He was too hungry and he didn't even feel anything. He threw the food aside and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

"What's wrong with me? Why are I so irritable? Is it because I won the game? Is it the provocation of that British boy? Or the sequelae of superpowers?" Fan Ju stared blankly, but one question after another in his mind.

What else can I do if I lose my superpower? I am obviously a reborn person, and I can make a lot of money with memory, and then satisfy my life of retirement and retirement early! Why are I so unwilling to accept it? Why do I want to continue to win?

During the game, Fan Ju shouted in his heart how many times he wanted to win. He already liked the sport of tennis. The battles on the court and the feeling of returning the ball again and again were imprinted in Fan Ju's palm like instinct. He hit the ball happily and angered, fighting against those who scored the residue and fighting against the evenly matched opponents until the last goal.

In just a few games, Fan Ju was hopelessly trapped in. He wanted to win, he wanted to pursue victory, he wanted his lover and his family to enjoy the joy and glory after winning with him!

But his superpowers are gone now. During the game, Fan Ju exhausted his superpowers and realized that his weakness was actually the double-speed superpower. When the superpowers were exhausted, Fan Ju realized that he was fragile behind the superpowers. His advantages, technology, psychology, and no double-speed superpowers. He had only trained for several months in tennis. In this game, he was nothing and nothing was considered, and even worse than the idiots who scored points in his mouth.

Fan Ju fell into deep thought. If he had no superpowers, could he continue to play professional tennis? Can he still play a suppressive bottom line? Can he still have a critical kill and sharp serve? Can he still enjoy the joy and pride of victory again?
Chapter completed!