Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 11 Techniques

At night, Zhang Cheng lay on the bed and looked at his attribute panel, lost in thought.

Host: Zhang Cheng

Power: 4.3
Speed: 4.3
Stamina: 4.2
Skill: 6
Spirit: 7 (under seal)

Skills: Outspin Serve, Double Swordsmanship (Sealing), Eagle Eyes (upgradeable) - Concentration of Vision, Blue Style 1-3 (Sealing), Way of Defeat (Sealing), Penalty - Seppuku, Penalty - Total paralysis, triple counterattack - flying swallows return to the nest.

Item: Light hitting experience card (one round)
The basic three-dimensional is definitely not as good as that of Xiao Yan, and the spirit is in the seal. Zhang Cheng's only advantage is his six-point skill.

"Skill!"

Zhang Cheng muttered, picked up a tennis ball and put it under the lamp to watch.

He already has an idea about his own way of playing tennis, but he doesn't have many skills at the moment, and he still can't achieve the state of integrating the strengths of a hundred schools of thought.

But skills, he can still ponder.

Three days was enough for him to develop that trick.

After confirming the direction, Zhang Cheng turned off the light and retreated into the bed.

……

Early the next morning.

Zhang Cheng first came to the field to do basic training tasks, and then began to develop his serving skills.

Serving skills have three directions.

The first direction is pure speed.

Like their minister's quantum serve, Situ's chopping bow, and even the Mach serve that Zhang Cheng coveted for a long time.

It's just that Zhang Cheng's own speed is only 4.3, and the basic three-dimensional can't be greatly improved in a short period of time, so he didn't choose this direction.

The second direction is strength. Like speed, Zhang Cheng can't improve it in a short period of time, but strength has a kind of inner power. He will study it when he has time.

At least, after the heavy artillery serves the ball, you can follow this technique to study the big bang!

The third type is Zhang Cheng's main focus today, skills, or inner skills, the most common one is inner rotation.

His skills were originally as high as six points, and although he was only doing recovery training last month, he would set off a bloodbath on the field every night, and he never stopped thinking about skills.

Inside the skills.

Irregular serve.

Disappearing serve.

These are the directions of his research.

"Brother Cheng, here we come!"

Behind Zhang Cheng, came waves of friendly voices.

Turning around, two boys in black school uniforms were standing there with tennis bags on their backs.

Liang Sen and Li Wei.

Two eighth middle school tennis teenagers.

"You are here!"

Zhang Cheng was not surprised. He called these two people over to help him with the experiment while the celebration day was off.

Liang Sen and Li Wei touched their heads and laughed flatteringly, "Brother Cheng's business is our business."

"Okay, no more flattering."

Ever since he was beaten by him on the field for the past month, these two sycophants have become his little brothers.

She doesn't play tennis very well, but she does flattery very well.

But it's a pity that the task of Way of the King cannot be done on the same person, otherwise, he can max out the two.

Proper experience baby!

"You two stand over, as usual."

Liang Sen and Li Wei nodded, but they still smiled wryly as they passed: "Brother Cheng, don't use your Cheng domain to bully us."

Zhang Cheng's domain is naturally Tezuka's domain, but for Zhang Cheng, although it has not yet formed, of course it is you!
"Relax, I'm practicing other things these days, the most important thing for you two is to help me pick up the ball."

After speaking, regardless of the wry smiles on the faces of the two people, they bent their knees and swung their rackets to hit a ball first.

The ball was very ordinary, so Liang Sen's eyes lit up and he hit it back instantly.

Zhang Cheng looked calm, moved sideways quickly, and then fought back again.

One morning.

The whole morning was spent in such ordinary shots.

If they hadn't seen the horror of Zhang Cheng, Liang Sen and the others would have thought that Zhang Cheng had been taken away, and they wouldn't even know how to play tennis.

"Okay, I invite you to dinner and continue in the afternoon."

There was an excited smile on the corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth, which seemed to be taking shape.

"Then thank you, Brother Cheng."

……

in the afternoon.

It was still a one-on-two situation, and Zhang Cheng was still serving.

Bend your knees and swing the racket, an ordinary movement.

However, Liang Sen was suddenly in a trance.

Fuck me. (a plant)
How come there are three balls!

"boom."

Liang Sen didn't react until the tennis ball hit the ground.

But the ball went out of bounds.

"pity."

Zhang Cheng shook his head, but he still had that confident look on his face.

The prototype came out, then the next step is to perfect.

Three days, with his talent, is enough!

……

October [-]th.

On the field, Liang Sen and Li Wei stood side by side.

On the opposite side, Zhang Cheng bent his knees and swung the racket, and the tennis ball was hit in an instant.

Compared with three days ago, Zhang Cheng's serve became much faster.

"Li Wei, how many tennis balls did you see?"

Liang Sen was in a daze for a while, he felt six tennis balls flying in front of him suddenly, relying on instinct, he swung towards one of them, and then it was empty.

"I see seven."

Li Wei also swung his racket over, but it was as empty as Liang Sen!
"boom."

A tennis ball passed between the two and hit the sideline.

"Brother Cheng, don't bully us."

Liang Sen and Li Wei looked at each other. In the past three days, Zhang Cheng's serve has changed from out of bounds to a precise sideline, from three or two tennis phantoms to seven or eight tennis phantoms. They have been tortured physically and mentally exhausted. , The eyes got pink eye disease in order to stare at the ball.

too tired.

This is the most intuitive feeling of the two of them in the past three days.

But Zhang Cheng's genius still surprised them. Is he still human to be able to serve such a miraculous serve in just three days?
No wonder he was able to join the main election of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School Tennis Club a year ago. Liang Sen felt that none of the Tennis Club Heads of their No. [-] Middle School might have such strength.

"One more ball, one ball this time."

Zhang Cheng smiled slightly, with a calm face, and then continued to bend his knees and swing the racket to serve the ball.

"boom."

The speed is still very fast.

But this time Liang Sen and Li Wei saw clearly that there was really only one goal this time.

Liang Sen and Li Wei exchanged glances, then Li Wei stepped forward, lowered the racket, and hit the tennis ball in front of him.

"Boom."

However, the ball disappeared!

The instant he caught the ball, the yellow tennis ball went through his racket.

Li Wei only felt lonely when he swung himself, and then he saw a yellow tennis ball rolling out from his feet.

It's another ball.

opposite.

Zhang Cheng's eyes were filled with a calm light, and only then did he feel that this trick really worked!

"Ding, the ball skills created by the receiving host have been included in the book, please name the host."

Zhang Cheng returned to his usual gentle smile, then retracted his racket, and said two words softly.

"Fantasy."

It's called magic.

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(End of this chapter)