Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 118 Raphael

end of January.

In the morning, Zhang Cheng packed his bags and threw them to Kaohsiung.

"Boss, you go back first, I'll be with Mr. Yu and the others."

After speaking, Zhang Cheng greeted Kaohsiung with a smile and went out.

Looking at Zhang Cheng's back, Kaohsiung sighed helplessly.

He knew that Zhang Cheng's left hand had been healed, and it seemed that he had gone to the Kayas training base. Although he wanted to go there, some places were really not accessible with money.

"Let's go back first."

……

Kayas Training Base.

The atmosphere of the entire venue today looks particularly weird.

Different from the lively tennis playing in the past, all the students stopped practicing today and gave up the middle court of the whole field.

On the second floor, Professor Lucas and Yu Renshui stood together, both of them looked at the empty field calmly.

Zhang Cheng hasn't come yet.

Not even Rafael Trujillo showed up.

In addition to the two of them, groups of assistants and analysts are also here, and there is also a figure Zhang Cheng is very familiar with, Coach Lu Xi.

Coach Lu Xi, who was locked out for ten days, was finally let in by his father today.

"Father, you are too much, I am your dearest son!"

"roll."

Lucas rolled his eyes at Lucy.

son?

That's all for being unfilial.

"Father, how is it? Your son has a good vision, isn't that Zhang Cheng very strong?"

Lucy looked at Professor Lucas reluctantly, and crazily gave Amway Zhang Cheng to his father.

"You can shut up, no matter how strong Zhang Cheng is, does it have something to do with you?"

Lucy: "???"

This old man wouldn't want to rob him, would he?

You know, the previous Raphael was from his school, and he was also Raphael's first coach.

But unfortunately...

Thinking of this, Lu Xi began to be cautious.

"Mr. Yu, who do you think will win today's game?"

Lucas cast his eyes on Yu Renshui, his eyes full of mischief.

"Hahaha, of course it's Zhang Cheng. After all, since his debut, Zhang Cheng hasn't lost yet."

Yu Renshui's appreciation for Zhang Cheng is obvious in his words.

Regarding this, Lucas also retorted: "Raphael has never lost before, and I know who interrupted Zhang Cheng's left hand."

"Is that so, that Raphael seemed to have lost to the senior when he was in school?" Yu Renshui was not to be outdone.

"I'm talking about Raphael coming here without losing."

"Then what I'm saying is that Zhang Cheng never lost when he played with his right hand."

"Ha ha."

The two sneered at each other, then looked away.

On the surface, both of them would favor one and trample on the other, but if they give both, I guarantee that I want both of them!
The time came to eight o'clock.

Slowly the off-court began to become agitated.

"Raphael is here."

I don't know who said a word, and the crowd dispersed immediately.

Raphael walked over from behind with a calm expression, stood on the court with his eyes closed and meditated, neither happy nor sad.

Even though there were bursts of cheering sounds from around, Raphael's expression did not change at all.

After another 10 minutes, another wave came from below.

A passage was automatically separated from the crowd, and a slender figure walked in from outside.

Zhang Cheng is here too!

Raphael opened his eyes, his blue eyeballs rolled around, and stretched out his right hand to Zhang Cheng.

"Rafael Trujillo."

Zhang Cheng smiled slightly, and stretched out his right hand: "Zhang Cheng!"

This was the first time that Zhang Cheng faced Raphael head-on. Although he had a quick glance before, it was still far from the face-to-face confrontation.

This Raphael is so beautiful.

Soft golden hair draped over her head, blue pupils, deep eye sockets and delicate eyebrows.

Combined with that round face and china doll-like skin, this man is more of a work of art than a tennis player.

"Are you going first?"

Raphael's crisp voice sounded.

"No, guess right."

Zhang Cheng never takes advantage of evenly matched opponents.

"it is good."

The two reached a consensus, and then glanced at the referee next to them.

"Rafael Trujillo vs. Zhang Cheng, the outcome is determined in one set, and both sides guess right!"

"I want to be upright." This is Zhang Cheng's consistent style.

"it is good."

Raphael nodded slightly, and then spun his gold-rimmed racket.

Snapped.

After three laps, the racket fell down, and a soft smile appeared on Raphael's face.

"I won."

After speaking, Rafael picked up the racket and returned to the bottom line, while Zhang Cheng rolled his eyes and returned to the hair extension line.

"Rafael Trujillo vs. Zhang Cheng, at the end of the set, Rafael starts first."

With the referee's verdict, the long-awaited game finally started.

Zhang Cheng took the picture with his left hand. This action made Yu Renshui, who was watching the game on the second floor, a little uneasy.

"What? Are you admitting cowardice?"

Professor Lucas on the side felt Yu Renshui's emotions, and a smile appeared on his face.

Yu Renshui didn't reply, but stared at Zhang Cheng in the field.

……

"Snapped."

The extremely fast swing started the beginning.

Raphael's serve was a standard German serve, but Zhang Cheng saw something different from it.

Light!
The jet-black brilliance wrapped around his left hand in an instant, Zhang Cheng moved lightly, and then made an invisible swing.

"boom."

So fast.

Not to mention Raphael standing on the court.

It was the group of onlookers who didn't see Zhang Cheng's ball very clearly.

However, Rafael counterattacked very easily, but judging from his flashing frown, Zhang Cheng's ball was not so easy to catch.

Both sides began to pull.

Just for the first ball, the two played on par.

Four balls, ten balls, 21 balls...

After hitting 1 balls, Rafael caught Zhang Cheng's gap and pushed the ball towards his dead corner.

"15-0."

Raphael continued to serve, still the same as before.

Like a ray of sunlight, the tennis ball hit Zhang Cheng's hair-receiving line directly, and the moment it bounced slightly, the pitch-black racket rose from bottom to top.

I don't know when it started to spin. However, before Zhang Cheng had time to expand Zhang Cheng's domain, his spin was broken by the ray of sunlight.

So strong.

Zhang Cheng's eyes were full of fire.

His left hand has been completely cured, and now his skill when playing with his left hand has broken seven points, and his mental strength is even more terrifying, directly reaching eight points.

The point is, the jet-black Way of Destruction wrapped around his left hand is the real brilliance, and it is a deep-seated brilliance.

The pitch-black shot hit the opposite side, but with Raphael's swing, Zhang Cheng's jet-black radiance was instantly dispelled, and then the mustard tennis ball seemed to be wrapped in light, and hit Zhang Cheng's side.

Glorious.

This Raphael also used Brilliance.

If Zhang Cheng guessed correctly, the brilliance of this Raphael has also stepped into a deep level.

It may even be stronger than Zhang Cheng's way of defeat.

The two people pulled back and forth, and they also moved back and forth near the bottom line.

The score is also rising alternately.

"30-15."

"flat."

"Zhang Cheng takes the lead."

"flat……"

It was just the first game, and the two of them fought for half an hour without a winner.

The audience was silent.

The two didn't use any explosive moves, but it was this back and forth confrontation that brought endless pressure to the group of students.

"Has Zhang Cheng fallen into a disadvantage?"

Xiao Yan watched the duel, and the voice came to Li Xingyun's ears.

"do not know."

Li Xingyun answered very simply.

Immediately, Xiao Yan stopped talking and watched the duel quietly.

"boom."

"Game, Rafael, 1-0, swap venues."

With a shot of sunlight dispelling the darkness, Rafael finally won his serve in the No. 405 minute.

The two passed by, and Raphael's crisp voice reached Zhang Cheng's ears.

"You are really strong, Zhang Cheng."

"You are not weak." Zhang Cheng replied.

"Unfortunately, I will purify you."

"Oh, are you an air purifier reincarnated?"

A trace of confusion appeared on Raphael's face. He didn't understand Zhang Cheng's words, but it didn't prevent him from purifying this person who had fallen into darkness.

In the second game, Zhang Cheng served.

Regarding this, Zhang Cheng's eyes were full of evil, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Come on, feel the baptism.

"boom."

A dark light flashed by.

Raphael swung his racket to dispel the darkness, but the contradictory spin from the tennis ball made his pupils shrink.

"Touch net, 15-0."

Raphael quietly experienced the contradictory feeling just now, a trace of excitement appeared on his face, and he suddenly felt that there was such an interesting tennis game.

The corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched evilly, and then he made another pitch-black serve.

Light emerged, and the brilliance originally hidden on Raphael's body exploded. Golden particles floated on his body, and the soft golden hair stood up.

"boom."

The tennis ball collided with the racket, and there was a bursting sound, and the risk could be known from the sound.

The contradictory rotation stagnated in the strong light, and then, accompanied by a flash of strong light, the extreme speed passed Zhang Cheng's eyes.

"boom."

The mustard tennis ball exploded at Zhang Cheng's feet, bringing up thick smoke.

"15-15."

Zhang Cheng looked at the tennis ball rolling out from his feet. The spot where the ball landed just now had been scorched, exposing the blue-black asphalt mixture underneath. Suddenly, Zhang Cheng's eyes were filled with strange excitement.

It seems to be getting more and more interesting.

The light on Raphael's body looked delicious. Zhang Cheng licked his dry lips, and his appetite suddenly increased.

As a result, the jet-black radiance that was only wrapped around his left hand dissipated instantly, and Zhang Cheng's entire body was hidden in the darkness.

An evil and icy aura swept across the audience, and the students watching the battle suddenly felt a bit of bone-piercing chill.

At this moment, the audience was dead silent, as if facing an abyss!
(End of this chapter)