Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 207 The Second Round of Lottery Ceremony

"Well, the rest is up to you."

Zhang Cheng and Ewing opened their eyes at the same time, while Du Fei beside him was completely hollowed out.

"Thank you."

Ewing, the minister of the iceberg, Yuze, squeezed a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of gratitude.

"No, after all, we are also friends."

Zhang Cheng waved his hand, his face full of sincerity.

They knew Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School and Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School after the preliminaries of the city competition.

After sleeping together and other experiences, the relationship between the two teams is already good.

Moreover, Zhang Cheng did not want to see such a powerful opponent as Ewing fall. After all, Zhang Cheng believed that Ewing would definitely have a place in next year's World Cup.

"Also, if you have nothing to do these few days, don't go back, maybe there will be new gains."

Zhang Cheng said to Ewing with a little deep meaning, and then looked at Du Fei who was drained.

The deputy director of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School looked a little miserable. After all, Zhang Cheng's spiritual power was unrestrained.

The point is that Du Fei's spiritual power is a little weaker, if he reaches the way of another dimension and transforms into spiritual will, he won't be sucked into this.

"well enough?"

It's rare for Zhang Cheng to be concerned. In the past, he would run away when he ran out.

"Still able to withstand it."

Du Fei's eyes were lost, and he took several breaths even to speak.

"That's good, don't forget to recover your mental strength later, there will be surprises."

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he walked towards the small manor without giving Du Fei a chance to speak.

They spent a whole morning trying to get rid of Yan Shisan's sword intent on Ewing's Heart of Tennis.

In the afternoon, the group was still practicing their own harvest.

Especially Du Fei, although Zhang Cheng repeatedly squeezed him out these two days, Zhang Cheng also consciously integrated his way of different dimensions into Du Fei's spiritual power.

With the recovery of Du Fei's spiritual power, in fact, his spiritual power now has a hint of a different dimension.

It's just that like Situ before him, he still missed the mark.

As for this kick, Zhang Cheng was going to kick him away before the start of the second round.

It's time for him to experience what is called Asura Shinto. Only by letting him fall into hell can he understand the real way of another dimension.

Only in this way can his spiritual power complete the final transformation.

Zhang Cheng thought of this, but Du Fei, who was meditating to recover his mental strength, suddenly woke up with a shiver.

It's not good, someone is plotting against him.

Thinking of this, Du Fei quickly looked around, and happened to meet Zhang Cheng who was looking at him.

After checking his eyes, sure enough, someone was plotting against him.

Zhang Cheng showed a bright smile to Du Fei, but this smile made Du Fei feel a little bit cold in this sunny day in late June.

……

At seven o'clock in the evening, the second round of the national competition, which is the draw ceremony for the semi-finals.

In the exhibition hall of the Bird's Nest Stadium, representatives of the eight teams all appeared on the scene.

Since the lottery ceremony was broadcast live across the country, all the TV stations will broadcast this scene at seven o'clock tonight.

Zhang Cheng and his group were all nestled on the sofa in the living room, watching everything that happened on the super-large screen quietly.

On behalf of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, Yu Renshui, the president of Yangcheng Tennis Association, was the one who drew lots.

This energetic little old man over half a century old seemed to have specially dressed up for tonight. Not only did he comb his hair shiny, he even put on makeup on his face.

And he was also prepared in terms of dressing, a bright red Tang suit looked particularly eye-catching.

"Slut bag."

The one who spoke was Deng Ya, the president of the Tennis Association in Phoenix. Of course, he also had another identity as the brother of Deng Ping, the head coach of Phoenix Province.

"Hehe, I'm speaking for Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, so I naturally have to dress up a bit more clearly, unlike you, who came here in a beggar's outfit."

Yu Renshui glanced at Deng Ya contemptuously, looking at this old man who was about his age but wearing ripped clothes, he wanted to laugh in his heart.

Regarding this, Deng Ya didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, she held her head proudly, her face full of glory.

"What do you know? Young people like this set now."

"I really don't understand. You are still young after half a century? Can you still get a discount on your longevity?"

"You? An old man."

"You are shameless."

"Cough cough cough..."

The two wanted to say something more, but the coughing sound interrupted them.

Turning his head, Long Ao, who was dressed extremely seriously, caught his eyes.

As the president of the headquarters of the Beijing Tennis Association, Long Ao came here not only to represent the president, but also to draw lots on behalf of the three big teams in the capital.

Yes, he represents three teams alone.

This is the strength of the capital this year.

Yu Renshui and Deng Ya immediately shrank their necks. Others were fine, but Long Ao was more cautious, so they naturally didn't dare to make petty moves in front of him.

"Come here you two."

Long Ao said softly, but Yu Renshui and the others did not dare to hesitate.

So, the three of them stood together, looking happy.

"What? Want to meet in the second round?"

"Do not want to."

Yu Renshui and the others shook their heads at the same time.

How can I say that Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School and Wutong Middle School are both from the Phoenix Province, if they meet in the second round, it will be their own people beating their own people!
"Why don't you want to be so affectionate?"

Yu Renshui and Deng Ya immediately lowered their heads. It's not important to make out, the main thing is that they seem to be being followed by Long Ao.

"Xiao Yu, I think you're dressed very festively! Could it be that you think Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School is sure to win the championship?"

"This……"

Yu Renshui really wanted to say yes, but when he thought about Long Ao's narrow-mindedness, he might wear small shoes for him afterwards, so he could only hold his hand and said:
"It's hard to say, after all, this year's three big teams in Beijing are all favorites to win the championship."

"Hehe, I am quite optimistic about that kid Zhang Cheng."

Long Ao rubbed his chin, his eyes full of anticipation.

After all, he is Xiaohua's grandson, if he can't even win the championship, how will he deal with those monsters in the future?

"Then thank you, Master Ao, for looking after me."

A gleam of joy flashed in Yu Renshui's eyes.

"It's a pity. It would be great if that kid Zhang Cheng was from the capital."

Long Ao shook his head suddenly, and then lost interest in speaking, he closed his eyes and began to rest his mind.

Although there were eight teams in the lottery ceremony, since Long Ao alone represented the three giants in the capital, there were only six people who came here besides the staff.

Soon, as the staff moved an opaque box to the venue, the audience, including the entire country watching the lottery ceremony, fell silent.

This lottery ceremony decided the opponents of the semi-finals. Everyone knew that they had a chance only if they didn't meet the three giants in the capital.

Even the dark horse Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School is only supported by Zhang Cheng and Tensor. The chances of meeting Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School are better than the three giants.

In the small manor, Zhang Cheng and the others also held their breaths.

Although Zhang Cheng himself is not afraid of anyone, compared to the three big teams in the capital, the other teams are indeed easier to fight.

As far as the second round of competition is concerned, Zhang Cheng doesn't want them to meet any of the rich teams in the capital.

Not to mention a sure loss, even if they win, it will be a miserable victory, which will greatly affect their third round of semi-finals.

As everyone knows, the first round is over, and Tanaka Ken is still lying in the hospital. According to the news Xu Xixi brought him, it is very likely that Tanaka Ken will be a substitute for the second round.

It's not that he didn't want to play, it's just that he was hurt at the root of that match against Bai Ruo. Even if his tennis heart wasn't broken, the mental trauma wouldn't heal within a week.

"here we go."

Du Fei's voice on the side was a little nervous.

Zhang Cheng also set his sights on the big screen.

The first one to reach out was Long Ao. After all, as the representative of the three giants in the capital and the president of the Tennis Association, he always had to set an example.

Therefore, Long Ao first drew a ball on behalf of last year's defending champion Shangjing Middle School.

"red."

It seems that this is a stroke of luck.

Then, Long Ao continued to hit the ball, this time, he represented Yanjing Middle School.

In front of the TV, countless eyes were staring at Long Ao's hand reaching into the box.

"Red, red..."

As long as Yanjing Middle School draws the red ball, then in the semi-finals, the three big capital teams will mean a civil war.

Moreover, this civil war is very unusual. At least after the battle, the immediate combat effectiveness of both sides will definitely drop significantly.

However, Long Ao was really lucky, this time he drew a black ball.

This also means that in the second round, Shangjing Middle School and Yanjing Middle School did not meet again.

Fans and players of both teams breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially on the side of Shangjing Middle School, in the situation where Ken Tanaka is still not sure about his appearance, meeting the other two rich teams in Beijing is undoubtedly the worst draw.

The third one to take the ball was still Long Ao. This time, he was representing the last of the three big capital teams, Yujing Middle School.

Then, in front of the TV, countless voices rang out.

"Red black, red black, red black..."

In any case, it would be good for the three big teams in the capital to meet one of them ahead of time, and this would be a big draw for the other teams.

After all, that would mean that only one of their five teams would meet the capital's giants.

In this way, promotion is expected.

However, to everyone's disappointment, the glass ball that Long Ao took out this time was a yellow one.

It can only be said that this glass ball is really yellow.

Yellow gets in the way!
"Hahaha, good luck."

Long Ao laughed out loud after drawing lots.

Although he is optimistic about Zhang Cheng, as the representative of the capital, he naturally hopes that their three big teams in the capital can go further.

If they didn't meet in advance, they can also wish in advance that the three giants in the capital have almost booked at least two semi-final teams.

As for why not three?
At this time, all eyes were on Yu Renshui.

The dark horse team is naturally hopeful!

(End of this chapter)