Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 21 Repairing Rackets
The second round of trials was held three days later.

October NO.13.

The second round officially started. Zhang Cheng stood in the tennis court of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School and looked around.

The number of people in the second round was not large, and it was about 50 people in detail, but I don't know if Du Fei played something wrong.

Together with the Situ he knew, he was also lucky not to meet those who were selected and successfully advanced.

On the podium, Du Fei and Coach Shen stood together, but Tensor didn't show up for some reason.

Zhang Cheng knew that Tensor must be practicing hard in private on how to deal with him. After all, the match between the two of them is not far away. After the second and third rounds, they will always meet in the end.

Moreover, the second round ends sooner than the first round.

On the stage, Du Fei adjusted his glasses, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Opening the notebook, looking at the names and data of the second-round players recorded on it, Du Fei directly stated the rules of the second round.

In the second round, besides Tensor and Du Fei, there were 48 players, and then these 48 players were redistributed in the first eight courts, with six players in each court, and each had to play five sets for a total of [-] sets. The top two highest finishers advance to the third round.

As soon as Du Fei finished speaking, someone next to him handed Zhang Cheng a form, which was the match time between his stadium and the next five opponents.

"Remember, our competition is fair, just, and open. Then, the second round officially begins."

As soon as Du Fei finished speaking, all the 48 people present dispersed to find their own playing field.

"Court No. [-]!" Zhang Cheng looked at his match list and smiled.

Looking at the other courts, Zhang Cheng was surprised to find that the main draws were just staggered, and even Situ was assigned to the eighth court, and there was no main pick in that court.

Good guy.

This Du Fei has memorized it in his little notebook, right?

This table is your open book score!

But the good news is that Zhang Cheng didn't have a game this morning, but there were three games in the afternoon.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng walked out of the school with his tennis bag on his back.

He is going to repair his racket. After all, a racket is too variable, and only his own racket is more sensitive to the resonance of the heart of tennis.

……

New Era Commodity Street.

Zhang Cheng was walking alone on the street, and at some point, he had two strings of meatballs in his hand. Xiao Daimeng went to class, but he didn't have such a good fortune.

"Ah, it's Zhang Cheng, the strongest junior high school student."

"So handsome, so cute, I want an autograph."

Beside, the two young ladies stopped and looked at Zhang Cheng with rosy faces.

In the past two days, the video of the confrontation between him and Xiao Yan suddenly became fermented on the Internet.

The Yangcheng Newspaper, which doesn't care about face for the sake of popularity, has become frenzied, and the headlines are getting more and more exaggerated every time.

"The domineering return path of the strongest junior high school student."

"He is good at football and can put out fires."

"Zhang Cheng, you have the qualifications of a great emperor."

"Unyielding Will, Zhang Cheng's Metamorphosis."

Anyway, no matter how the Yangcheng newspaper flattered Zhang Cheng, the majestic "Emperor Yan" Xiao Yan completely became his background board.

Of course, when he became popular, Internet trolls would naturally form a group to hack him, so Xiaodaimeng got up all night and opened more than a dozen trumpets to fight against the group of trolls.

Xiaodaimeng even opened a forum for him, titled: Zhang Cheng, the strongest junior high school student, let's argue if he doesn't agree!
At that time, when Zhang Cheng saw Xiao Daimeng getting up with big dark circles every day, he even went out of his way to talk to her.

"Sister, brother understands when you reach puberty, you should take it easy!"

But when he learned the truth later, he was still moved.

Good sister.

So when I was teaching her to play tennis in private, I beat her 6-0 again, and persuaded her earnestly:

Sister, tennis is not suitable for you, go to the line for brother!
For this reason, Zhang Cheng also took some money from his racket repair money to buy a new laptop for Xiaodimeng, not for anything else, just to show his brother's love for her.

At that time, I was so moved by Xiaodumeng that I opened a new forum without even eating a meal:

Brother Cheng, number one in the universe, everyone here should have no objections!

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth raised slightly unconsciously, which made the two young ladies next to him jump up excitedly.

So handsome.

As expected of the great emperor Zhang Cheng.

"I want to sign it!"

Zhang Cheng, who was in a better mood, became much more cordial. Looking at the two young ladies who were quite impressive in size, Zhang Cheng felt that he should give them an autograph.

"Yes, yes, just sign here."

The young lady puffed out her chest and handed Zhang Cheng a signature pen.

Well, not bad, but the color is wrong.

Zhang Cheng said, "The color of the clothes is too dark..."

"Then I take off?"

Gudong.

Zhang Cheng swallowed.

You are seducing minors to commit crimes!
Break the law, Miss.

Of course, they still didn't take it off in the end. Although Zhang Cheng felt it was a pity, he finally signed their schoolbags and asked about a tennis racket repair shop with a high evaluation.

"On the first floor of Building [-], Commodity Street, that uncle is the best at repairing tennis rackets in Yangcheng City."

Following the guidance, Zhang Cheng came to Building No. [-]. There was indeed a shop on the first floor called Old Driver.

Good guy.

driving.

But after all, word of mouth is good, so Zhang Cheng walked in. The first impression he saw was not bad, the shop was clean and well-equipped.

"What service do you want, lad?"

Horse kills chicken.

Zhang Cheng thought about it, but what came to his mouth was: "Repair the racket."

"Oh, the young man also plays tennis?" The middle-aged uncle put down the needle in his hand and looked at Zhang Cheng with great interest.

No, I'm driving!

"Well, not long ago."

Zhang Cheng nodded, and then took out his two silver-gray rackets from his tennis bag.

One was broken by Xiao Yan, and the other was only a little loose due to the recent high-intensity duel.

"Hey, the young man is not very honest, but this racket is not something that someone who has just played recently can play."

The uncle put the holed tennis racket in front of his face, and looked at Zhang Cheng thoughtfully through the tennis racket.

Zhang Cheng said: "It was beaten."

"Oh, that's understandable."

"how much is it?"

"Well, this racket is seriously damaged, and it's a lot of trouble to repair, so I'll charge you 20001, but you're just a child, and you'll get a change of 2 yuan."

Yo.

You are really a math genius, given time the Nobel Prize is just around the corner.

"give a discount."

2 yuan can actually buy a brand new racket, but Zhang Cheng is reluctant.

Moreover, it cost more than 1 yuan to buy a laptop for Xiaodimeng, and Zhang Cheng's 5 yuan may not be able to guarantee his mother's return from immortal travel.

"Young man, you are also a tennis player. You should know how rare it is to have a tennis racket that is compatible and resonates with the heart of tennis!"

The uncle's eyes were full of wisdom, and he looked at Zhang Cheng who was a little hesitant, and said again:
"Well, your racket net cable is a little loose, how about I tighten it up for free?"

"Ok?"

Uncle, are you bullying me that I am young, frivolous and ignorant?

Tight network cables do not cost money!

No way, give me the tools, I will do it myself!
"If you don't want to, forget it. No one in a hundred miles knows that my old driver is a craftsman."

"Uncle, do you think I look familiar?"

"Hey, young man, don't do this to the uncle. You don't have big breasts, and the uncle doesn't play fencing, so just pay for it honestly."

The uncle waved his hand, eyes full of impatience.

Ok?
Zhang Cheng frowned, realizing that things were not that simple.

Could it be that all my fans have big breasts like that just now~ Bah, young lady?
"No, uncle, I play tennis and am very famous."

"so what?"

The uncle's face was full of contempt, and the old man was only lenient on the big boobs, not talking about the rest.

"Is it okay to brush your face?" Zhang Chengxi leaned in front of the uncle with a sullen face.

"roll."

"Hey, okay, twenty thousand is twenty thousand."

Zhang Cheng paid the money directly, and then asked, "Uncle, when can I get the racket?"

The uncle first put the racket with holes aside, picked up the net cable, looked at it loosely and said casually:
"Sit down first, this one will be restored to its original state in 5 minutes, as for the other one, it may take five days to get it, are you in a hurry?"

"Not urgent."

Five days later, almost the third round had just started, and one racket was enough before meeting Tensor.

"Where does the boy go to school?"

When he was free, the uncle was also a talkative person, so he chatted with Zhang Cheng.

"Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School."

"Oh, what a coincidence, my son is also in Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, and this year he participated in the tennis team selection competition, and there is still a competition today."

"I have it too."

"Oh, so have you been eliminated? Even the racket was beaten like this?"

"Um, it's not the same thing."

"Well, it's a pity, my son will definitely be selected for Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School this year. Uncle sees that you are about the same age as my son, but your golf skills may be a little worse."

"Oh, uncle, what is your son's name? He should be famous in Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School for being so powerful. Maybe I still know him!"

"Situ, have you heard of it, young man? We won the first round of trials and are now playing in the second round."

"Situ?"

What a coincidence.

"Hey, you really know him, my son is very famous in Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School."

As soon as Situ was mentioned, the uncle became extremely excited, with a strange light on his face.

"My son is a talented boy in Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, and he is tied with that Zhang Cheng as a young boy in Yangcheng."

"Oh?"

Zhang Cheng was a little confused.

"You know Zhang Cheng, Yangcheng is famous for being a genius. Although the uncle has never seen it, he seems to be very popular on the Internet these days."

"Zhang Cheng? Of course I know him, the strongest junior high school student."

"Hey, young man, you are wrong. One should be added after the strongest junior high school student."

The uncle raised his head, and his voice suddenly became louder: "I'm showing my cards, stop pretending, my son Situ is one of the strongest junior high school students who have a [-]-[-] relationship with Zhang Cheng."

"[-]-[-]? Who said that?"

Zhang Cheng took the tennis racket from the uncle, and it felt good to press the net cable.

"My son said that he had a match with that Zhang Cheng a few days ago, but unfortunately he lost."

Zhang Cheng looked at the uncle's disappointed expression a little weirdly.

Lose!

indeed.

Situ almost forced out his tenth level of strength.

"Uncle, do you know my name?"

Zhang Cheng put the tennis bag on his back as he said, and then said under the uncle's indifferent expression:

"My name is Zhang Cheng, um, it's the Zhang Cheng who got into a [-]-[-] fight with your son."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the door of the shop and stopped, ignoring the rich expression of the uncle, and spoke again:
"I'll pick up the racket in five days."

As for Situ!

It should be possible to meet in the third round!
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(End of this chapter)