Chapter 1638
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The match started again.
This time, Chen Zhao didn't catch the ball immediately.
This time, the ball landed before Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao instinctively reached out to catch the ball.
Beep —
Blue Carrot blew the whistle for a foul.
"Holding foul."
"I can't catch the ball?" Chen Zhao's brain was a bit muddled. He seemed to have confused volleyball and basketball.
"Red Team, two points."
The current score was 2: 0.
Chen Zhao felt very awkward too.
He didn't know the rules at all.
He just wanted to play volleyball with someone.
It seemed a bit rash.
Keji Sayre looked at Chen Zhao mockingly.
"You should just admit defeat."
"The match just started. Why should I admit defeat?" Chen Zhao pouted.
"Then let's continue," Keji Sayre sneered.
This time, it was the other team's turn.
Chen Zhao looked at the trajectory of the volleyball.
He immediately shouted, "Move! Let me do it!"
Chen Zhao suddenly jumped up.
Everyone's eyes almost popped out.
"So high!"
Bang —
Chen Zhao smashed the ball with great force.
Then the volleyball deflated. It flew less than a meter and landed on Chen Zhao's side of the net.
"Uh …"
If Chen Zhao smashed the ball, it would be fine if it didn't explode and hit the ground.
If it hit a person, it would really kill them.
Smiling bitterly, Blue Carrot switched to another volleyball. He signaled for the Red Team to score another point and the match continued.
Chen Zhao was a bit depressed. He'd actually lost his composure just now.
It was a good thing that the ball exploded. Otherwise, with that strength, it would have really killed him.
But he'd already lost three points.
This made Chen Zhao very depressed.
The match continued.
The match went back and forth.
Chen Zhao's emotions and attention were once again focused on the flying volleyball.
Chen Zhao flashed and chased after the volleyball.
"Don't catch that …" his teammate yelled.
The ball was already out of bounds.
But Chen Zhao acted as if he didn't hear it. He cupped his hands and raised them up.
The volleyball flew up. When it landed again, Chen Zhao smashed it high.
Bang —
The ball hit the opponent's in-bounds ground.
Beep, beep —
"Red Team scores another point. Score, 4: 0."
"Wait … Why didn't I score?" Chen Zhao roared. "Blue Carrot, are you whistling?"
"Mr. Chen, that's a combo. It's against the rules," Blue Carrot said with a bitter smile.
"I have one less person on my side," Chen Zhao said. "My first and second attacks are not from the same person. I represent different people."
"Mr. Chen, rules are rules."
Keji Sayer said, "Since you're down one person, I'll let you hit twice."
"Does that mean that if I have one less person on my side, I'll have one more chance for a combo?" Chen Zhao's eyes flashed.
"If you really get all your teammates off the stage, then you can do an unlimited combo," Kej Sayre said.
"You said it." Chen Zhao looked at his teammates. "You can all leave now."
"Why? This isn't just a competition for you. It's a competition for all of us," one of the team members said with dissatisfaction.
Needless to say, these athletes had a strong desire to win.
In fact, every professional athlete, in addition to tough training, also had to build up their mentality before they stood on the field.
Thus, their willpower was stronger than normal people's.
Their desire for victory was also stronger than normal people's.
Real athletes never believed in friendship first and competition second.
For them, victory was the only thing they pursued.
If there really was such a thing as friendship first and competition second, there would be no foul tactics.
"Fine."
The match continued.
But the situation was still difficult.
They really weren't good enough.
Compared to these newbies.
Chen Zhao was more willing to believe in his own abilities.
Many times, he thought that he could save the ball.
But there was someone standing there.
Chen Zhao either had to knock his teammates away or watch them score.
Soon, the score was 7: 0.
The team led by Kej Sayre crushed Chen Zhao.
Although Keji Sayer was a woman, her strength was definitely stronger than anyone else present.
Even in professional competitions, women's volleyball was more popular than men's volleyball.
In fact, women's volleyball was even stronger than men's volleyball.
This is very rare in sports events.
Apart from technical sports, there were very few sports in which men weren't as good as women.
Of course, a big reason was the market.
The highest professional volleyball league was the Turkish Women's Volleyball League.
It was publicly recognized as the highest professional volleyball league.
Almost all the top women's volleyball players in the world played in the Turkish Women's Volleyball League.
Including the golden flowers in China.
Kej Sayre had once been a member of a Turkish women's volleyball club.
He had no choice but to use dirty tricks.
Chen Zhao glanced at his teammates.
The match began again.
Chen Zhao went up and fought.
However, this time, Chen Zhao sent a team member flying.
"Why did you do that?"
"I didn't do it on purpose." Chen Zhao looked indifferent.
Chen Zhao's action caused an internal conflict.
But he didn't care.
He wasn't from the volleyball club anyway.
"I say, you guys should leave. This isn't your match. It's mine."
"You think you can beat them alone? That's impossible. Even if you have an unlimited combo, you can't do it. "
"That's my business."
The others looked at each other.
They didn't want to team up with Chen Zhao anymore.
On one hand, they were facing an absolutely strong opponent.
The pressure on them was too great.
Moreover, Chen Zhao was weak and didn't even know the rules, but he was still so arrogant.
"Let's go down. I'll see how he can play alone."
Finally, Chen Zhao's teammates all left the court.
Only Chen Zhao was left.
Kej Sayre looked at him mockingly. "Are you sure you don't want to admit defeat now?"
"The match only really starts now."
"No, it's already over!" Kej Sayre sneered.
"Captain, what do we do next?" Kej Sayre's teammates surrounded him and asked.
"Teach him what volleyball is," Kej Sayre said in a low voice.
No one could do a continuous combo and save.
It was impossible for any volleyball player to do that.
Chen Zhao relaxed his shoulders and crooked his finger at the six. "Come."
The opponent kicked off, but the ball just went over the net.
Chen Zhao charged to the front of the net.
Smash!
With a bang, the volleyball landed beside Kej Sayre.
But Kej Sayre couldn't even react in time.
The entire place was silent. Everyone stared at Chen Zhao's shocking smash in shock.
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