Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 218

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the singles match officially started.

Du Fei and Liu Hui came out of their respective player tunnels, and they seemed to be fully prepared.

"In the second singles match, Du Fei from Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School will play against Liu Hui from Yanjing Middle School. The winner will be determined in one set, and both sides will guess right."

Accompanied by the referee's sentence, the court suddenly burst into extreme cheers.

"Yanjing Middle School, come on, smash Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School."

"Yanjing Yanjing is invincible."

"..."

Of course, there are also some fans of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School cheering for Du Fei.

"Brother Fei, fly to the sky."

"Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, the light of the city."

Even Uncle Ma, who was hiding in the crowd, felt a little bit of excitement.

However, he was quite sensible and did not speak wildly. After all, he was surrounded by fans of Yanjing Middle School.

However, Uncle Ma is still very interested in Du Fei who appeared on the stage.

After all, in his records, this Du Fei is not outstanding in Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School.

Moreover, since Zhang Cheng returned to the tennis club, this Du Fei has switched to doubles.

At such a critical moment today, since Du Fei was able to be mentioned as the No. [-] singles position, this fully shows that Du Fei has definitely made a great breakthrough.

"Have you stepped into the way of another dimension?"

Uncle Ma muttered, but moved Du Fei to the front again in the notebook.

……

Du Fei and Liu Hui walked towards the China Open at the same time. This was the first real meeting between the two.

However, Du Fei was thinking about everything Qi Yuanjia had just said to him.

Perhaps it was the first time the two met, but Du Fei's understanding of Liu Hui may no longer be worse than that of his teammates.

"just."

Liu Hui's words interrupted Du Fei's chaotic thoughts, and he woke up suddenly. Du Fei directly spun the racket in his hand.

With a snap, the racket fell to the ground, and a smile appeared on Du Fei's face.

The two returned to their respective positions, and then Du Fei took out a tennis ball from his pocket and held it in his hand.

In his eyes, an invisible spiritual will flashed, and then Du Fei threw the ball.

boom.

This ball is a simple high-pressure volley.

Therefore, Liu Hui on the opposite side also easily fought back.

However, at the moment of catching the ball, Liu Hui always felt a little weird.

Should not be!

Du Fei was deliberately transferred from the ace doubles to the second position in singles. In theory, it is impossible for Du Fei to only have this level.

boom.

Du Fei didn't know that Liu Hui, who was opposite him, was thinking so much.

Since stepping into the way of another dimension, this is the first time he has confronted people head-on on the court.

I have to say that the feeling of returning to singles is really strange, but because of this, Du Fei will never allow himself to lose this game.

The mustard tennis balls were pulled wildly on both sides, but the score was not opened.

boom.

1-0.

boom.

"..."

After hitting the ball, Liu Hui suddenly felt something was wrong, and the opponent's counterattack became more and more weird. The places where these balls landed made him very uncomfortable.

This man is also a data tennis player!

However, it was too late for Liu Hui to realize this.

"boom."

With the smash of the ball, Du Fei directly won the round.

"Game Yangcheng No. 2 Middle School Du Fei, 1-[-], exchange venues."

After three rounds, Du Fei got a small lead while Liu Hui didn't show his way of brilliance. This situation shocked the audience.

Not right.

Very wrong.

This Du Fei seemed to know Liu Hui's tennis style very well. In the three rounds just now, Liu Hui completely fell into his rhythm.

On the rest seat beside the court, Liu Hui gently wiped the sweat off his face, then turned his head to look at Du Fei who was lying on the chair and blindfolded.

This man knew him too well to know that even his little finger was hurt.

He had experienced this feeling before in that Qi Yuanjia from Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School, but that time, this lunatic made a bet with his eight-pack abs and used his life to collect data.

Thinking of this, Liu Hui's heart skipped a beat.

Perhaps, he seems to have found the reason.

The one-and-a-half minute break passed by, and the two returned to the court.

The field became dead silent, and all the audience watched the changes on the field with bated breath, full of anticipation for the next game.

After all, the outcome of this set between Du Fei and Liu Hui directly determines whether the next set will be played.

In other words, whether or not the two strongest players in this national competition will face off depends entirely on the result of this match.

Change sides and fight again, the ball is switched.

In the fourth game, the right to serve came to Liu Hui.

In this regard, at the beginning of this round, Liu Hui no longer concealed his strength.

Snow-white light exploded from Liu Hui's body, and in an instant, a tyrannical aura swept the audience.

However, as an opponent, Du Fei's face did not change at all.

In fact, in the first three rounds of duels, Du Fei had unknowingly turned his spiritual will into silk threads and covered the audience.

But this was not enough, Du Fei felt that he might have to come a few more rounds before he could collect the food.

"boom."

Liu Hui couldn't wait any longer, and instantly completed his swing by tossing the tennis ball high.

A mustard yellow tennis ball wrapped in snow-white light poured out, instantly flattening a vertical artificial turf.

At that moment, the snow-white light invaded Du Fei's world, making his body unable to react immediately.

"15-0."

However, for this result, Du Fei didn't see the slightest emotional fluctuation on his face, but the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

He is laughing!
"Clap clap clap."

Liu Hui refused to let go, still the snow-white light burst out and wrapped the mustard yellow tennis ball.

Then, with a bang, the ultimate white light flashed past, but the ball had already landed behind Du Fei.

"30-0."

Finally, there were some voices on the field. Liu Hui's two goals gave those fans a lot of hope and strength.

Perhaps, it seems that they will not be able to see the fifth set today. Although they feel a little regretful, it is also a kind of happiness for them that their favorite team can advance.

Liu Hui gently pinched the bouncing tennis ball, then raised his head and looked at Du Fei opposite.

For a moment, he suddenly thought of what their coach told them a few days ago.

"If you can solve it in the first four sets, don't drag it to the fifth set."

Although Liu Hui is full of confidence in his minister, he can probably understand the unfathomable Zhang Cheng.

After all, the ceiling of junior high school students, who doesn't have some awe in his heart?

"No chance!"

Liu Hui's eyes were firm, and he hit the third ball without hesitation.

The white light burst, like fireworks in the dark.

The power of this ball has increased again.

However, this time, Du Fei moved, simply took a step towards the left, and fished out the racket in his hand from top to bottom.

The tennis ball wrapped in white light instantly appeared on the racket in Du Fei's right hand, and the light hit the racket, making bursts of neighing.

Du Fei frowned slightly, and a trace of spiritual will flashed in his eyes.

Afterwards, threads of spiritual will entangled from all directions, encircling and suppressing the snow-white brilliance in an instant.

A swipe.

The snow-white radiance was directly cut into countless pieces by the thin thread, and then dissipated in the air.

boom.

This is the first time Du Fei has completed a counterattack after Liu Hui broke out with brilliance.

This ball looked a little weird, and it was still aimed at Liu Hui's blind spot.

A blind spot in the usual small habits.

boom.

"15-30."

Liu Hui reacted a beat slower in shock and failed to catch the ball.

At Yanjing Middle School, Yan Shisan still kept his eyes tightly closed, but following Du Fei's counterattack, the minister directly took out his racket from his tennis bag and walked out through the player tunnel.

He is going to warm up for the next singles No. [-] match.

Zhang Cheng also noticed this scene, but unlike Yan Shisan, he didn't get up in a hurry.

"Aren't you going?"

Tensor looked solemn.

As a spectator, he is naturally in control of the opponent's every move.

There is a high probability that this match will be won by their Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, so the next step is the crucial singles No. [-] match.

"Yan Shisan is not weak."

"I'm not weak, and besides, isn't there still 15 minutes left after the fight?"

Zhang Cheng smiled casually, but his eyes were full of seriousness.

Warm up, of course he will go.

However, he had to wait for Du Fei to win the match before going.

And Zhang Cheng knew that it should be soon, after all, Du Fei's spirit and will scattered in the audience had already begun to reveal its majesty.

Du Fei's way of different dimensions has actually unfolded unconsciously, but Liu Hui, who is his opponent, obviously hasn't realized it yet.

Tensor stopped talking immediately, Zhang Cheng was naturally not weak, and even said that he was a little scary.

He still remembers the ball a few days ago.

The kind of powerful ball skills that suck up Dyson's broken seven-dimensional way, and sink the entire half of the court with one ball.

That's really memorable!

……

Liu Hui took a deep breath to alleviate the impact of the loss of the goal just now.

In fact, at this moment, he was not fighting Du Fei alone.

After absorbing the data brought by Qi Yuanjia, in fact, Liu Hui is equivalent to one person beating two people.

However, this strengthened his determination to win today's victory in the fourth set.

By the way, let's count together the old and new grudges from last time!
"boom."

The brilliance became more dazzling, and a wave of illusory, ethereal feelings rushed towards Du Fei. In an instant, the powerful suppressing force made Du Fei feel suffocated.

The glory of the cloud!

This is Liu Hui's true way of glory.

His tennis style is as free and unpredictable as floating clouds.

So the moment the ball was hit, Du Fei's scattered threads of mental will sent him an early warning.

Tennis, gone.

Even Du Fei's mental will could not catch this ball.

(End of this chapter)