After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 662 - 0258 Crazy Car Thief (Subscribe Please)
"Let’s play a few games, just to get moving."
Robben continued to persuade.
Although he had come to terms with reality, it felt great to surpass Huang Kaiwen in other aspects.
"Since you insist, let’s play."
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, taking down the racket hanging in the living room.
This Pure Aero racket was given to the Yellow Ball King by Nadal when he watched a match at Bernabeu. Nadal wasn’t comfortable with it, and switched back to his previous Aero Pro Drive.
Forced by Nadal’s preference for the old racket, the sponsors had to paint the new ones to look like the old model; otherwise, the endorsement wouldn’t look as good.
Robben’s wife, Bernadette, was very interested in the match and excitedly said, "Then I’ll be the referee."
She and Robben also played tennis occasionally.
Huang Kaiwen glanced at the excited Bernadette. Robben had just gotten married; it was only fair to let him save face in front of his new wife today. If I can’t beat Federer and Nadal, beating you, Arjen Robben, would be a piece of cake?
After intercepting Federer’s serve, Huang Kaiwen’s tennis skills were above average even among professionals.
Albert took care of cleaning the court quickly.
Since the house had a small soccer field, they used grass for the tennis court too, which is more expensive to maintain.
"It’s grass, so be careful, Kevin!"
Robben said with a laugh, "I serve really well, and grass is the best surface for scoring on the serve!"
"Is that so? That’s great."
Huang Kaiwen responded with a smile, "I was thinking of letting you serve first, but now that I hear you’re so good, let’s toss a coin."
"Of course, I don’t want any unfair advantage," Robben said, nodding and smiling.
Robben was prepared to be an eye-opener for Huang Kaiwen.
Even if you are the soccer world’s number one, you would still be eating dust under my serve, Arjen Robben!
Bernadette pulled out a 20 euro cent coin, smiling as she asked, "Kevin, do you want head or letter?"
"Head."
Huang Kaiwen nodded.
Bernadette tossed the coin, caught it with her left hand, covered it with her right, and slowly revealed, "It’s letter, Arjen serves."
Robben shrugged at Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen smiled, lifted his racket, and turned towards the baseline, wondering where all that drama from Robben came from.
Bernadette climbed onto the umpire’s chair.
Robben juggled the tennis ball twice, eyeing the expressionless Huang Kaiwen, ready to shock this amateur with a masterclass in tennis.
He adjusted his breathing, exhaled sharply, threw up the tennis ball, and swung his racket back hard!
Bang—
The racquet struck the tennis ball, creating a loud sound; the ball turned into a streak of light rushing towards the left sideline.
Robben was aiming for an ace, almost seeing Huang Kaiwen scrambling futilely to return the serve.
Huang Kaiwen lowered his center of gravity and ran quickly, hitting a left-hand forehand straight drive, sending the tennis ball flying straight towards Robben with an easy angle.
Huang Kaiwen hadn’t exerted much force, wanting to test Robben’s mettle before deciding how much to hold back.
After the bounce, Robben swung a backhand, sending the ball towards the right baseline.
Huang Kaiwen switched the racket to his right hand and ran across to hit another straight forehand.
Bernadette, sitting in the umpire’s chair, looked somewhat worried.
So far, no points scored by either, but Robben’s moves were plentiful, adjusting his steps before striking, whereas Huang Kaiwen moved elegantly and smoothly, not even bothering to shake his head, his style much like Federer’s.
Ignoring techniques and just looking at style, Huang Kaiwen outperformed her husband.
Certainly not because of his face or hair or something.
Robben, standing behind the net, continued to exert power, making Huang Kaiwen sprint side to side. An excited Robben couldn’t control his backhand power, sending the ball inside the doubles sideline.
"Kevin scores, 15:0!"
Bernadette announced.
Robben shaking his racket, said with a smile, "I haven’t made a mistake in a long time, but it won’t be that easy next."
"Is that so? That’s great!"
Huang Kaiwen nodded with a smile.
With this level, the Yellow Ball King using just five percent of his power might make Robben cry.
If that’s the case, let’s continue to toy with Robben.
Huang Kaiwen crossed his arms in front of his chest. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
"Then, I guess it’s time to release the azure beast, Gate of Shock of the Eight Gates, open!"
As Huang Kaiwen shouted, he rapidly lowered his hands from his chest to his sides, exerting force, and veins faintly emerged on his neck.
"Hahaha..."
Robben pointed at Huang Kaiwen with his racket and laughed heartily, finally managing to speak while holding his stomach, "Kevin, have you been watching too many cartoons? Was that Japanese just now? I used to watch ’Doraemon’; you might as well borrow a gadget from Doraemon to beat me!"
Damn it!
Emperor Kai decided not to hold back anymore; today, he was going to crush Robben’s Mediterranean!
After Robben served again, Huang Kaiwen gripped his racket tightly, waiting for the tennis ball to land before swinging a powerful backhand.
Bang—
This strike, exerting eight percent of his power, sent the tennis ball rapidly diagonally across the court.
Robben hurried his steps, not waiting for the ball to land before swinging his racket.
The moment his racket touched the ball, Robben knew it wasn’t good; he simply couldn’t control it!
The ball flew far beyond the court after being struck.
Robben’s face lost its earlier ease; playing like this on his service game meant he was doomed if the roles were reversed!
Using his racket to line up a tennis ball on the side, Robben’s palms sweated increasingly, adjusting his breathing twice before tossing the ball and swinging!
Both the racket and ball flew out, each striking the net.
Robben, putting his hands behind his back, continuously wiped them on his shirt, but it seemed like his palms were only getting sweatier.
