Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 44 I'm Really Hungry

With a clean 6-0 score in the two games in the morning, Zhang Cheng has already confirmed his quota for promotion.

The other is Yang Guofu, who is like him, and in the afternoon, it will be the first and second division competition.

Zhang Cheng and Yang Guofu had played against each other before. During the team training before, the senior invited them to eat the ancestral Malatang.

Indeed, it tastes good.

But this game is a game in their true sense.

"Zhang Cheng vs. Yang Guofu, the game is over, guess right."

"The senior chooses first."

Zhang Cheng swung his racket and looked at Yang Guofu who was opposite him.

"Then I'm welcome."

Yang Guofu had a gentle smile on his face, and then he chose Zheng.

With a burst of rotation, a smile gradually appeared on Zhang Cheng's face:

"Good luck."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the bottom corner.

The mustard tennis ball was taken out from his pocket, and then Zhang Cheng threw it high. With a bang, the tennis ball was thrown out.

Heavy artillery serves.

"It's good to come."

Yang Guofu had flames in his eyes, and the excitement on his face couldn't stop.

Then, the orange-red tennis ball hit the tennis ball in an instant, the fiery red breath flashed past, and the ball flew back in just a split second.

"Spicy soup base."

Zhang Cheng received the ball, and immediately felt a powerful force coming out of the tennis ball.

Yang Guofu was the most powerful in their positive selection, with more than five points. Obviously, this ball was exerted with inner strength.

"boom."

Zhang Cheng shot back.

However, Yang Guofu fought back with a stronger force.

"Insanely spicy."

The huge impact was on Zhang Cheng's silver-gray racket, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that this shot was not easy to catch.

The breath of selflessness enveloped the entire right arm in an instant, and under the incredible gazes around, the ball was hit back by Zhang Cheng.

"15-0."

"Brother, it's amazing."

The ball was hit by Zhang Cheng to the dead corner. Although Yang Guofu had great strength, his speed obviously couldn't keep up.

Zhang Cheng smiled and said nothing, and went straight to the bottom corner to serve again.

The strong spin was attached to the mustard tennis ball and was hit by Zhang Cheng.

Yang Guofu naturally felt this too, but he had nothing to do with Zhang Cheng.

"30-0."

"boom."

"..."

"Game Zhang Cheng, 1-0, switch venues."

"Student, you played well."

The moment he passed by, Zhang Cheng saw the smile on Yang Guofu's face.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Haha, the senior has to work harder."

Yang Guofu looked very happy, but it seemed that he didn't enjoy himself in the training games.

"Clap clap clap."

Yang Guofu patted the tennis ball, and afterward, the fiery red aura wrapped around the tennis ball and was thrown high by him.

A strong blow sounded, Zhang Cheng smiled, and then a jet-black aura flashed past.

"0-15."

Yang Guofu obviously didn't expect his serve to be hit back before he could react. The jet-black aura just now should be the aura of skill.

Really strong!
Yang Guofu expressed his sincere admiration.

Usually, in the team, since He Anniversary is the confirmed No. [-] in doubles, Yang Guofu's fighting spirit for this school qualifying match is not so high.

Now, he just wanted to finish the game seriously.

A steaming scarlet aura emerged from Yang Guofu's body. Although the color looked very light, it was also the aura of strength.

Outside the venue, Xiang Yang, the editor-in-chief of Yangcheng Newspaper, quickly took two pictures of Yang Guofu. What he didn't expect was that he could get such an unexpected joy when he came to take pictures of Zhang Cheng.

It has to be said that in the entire Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, apart from the principal and deputy ministers, Zhang Cheng felt that Yang Guofu was the only one who was considered strong.

Although the others have not formally fought against each other, none of their basic three-dimensional values ​​have reached five.

"Student, it's done."

The tennis ball wrapped in red breath fell to the ground in an instant, and then rushed towards him.

Zhang Cheng suddenly felt a wave of heat coming.

Swinging the racket with the forehand, wave after wave of powerful force was transmitted from the inside of the tennis ball to the racket. In just a split second, the tennis ball was hit high by Zhang Cheng.

A tall figure blocked the sun, Yang Guofu jumped up high, and made a strange posture with his backhand.

There was a burst of cheers from around.

"It's appeared, Senior Yang's Shrimp Swipe."

"boom."

Shrimp slip.

The tennis ball landed at a C-shaped angle at high altitude, then bounced slightly, and slid towards Zhang Cheng's feet.

"15-15."

Zhang Cheng smiled, and didn't care about the result of the ball. He just never expected that Yang Guofu, who is relatively simple and honest, would have such calculations.

"boom."

The fiery red breath flashed past.

Zhang Cheng raised his head and hit the dragon directly.

Yang Guofu knew the ball, so he had to attack before the tennis ball flew out.

"bass."

look up.

The tennis ball was thrown high at a 90-degree angle, and then landed behind Yang Guofu.

"15-30."

"It's a pity." Yang Guofu shook his head.

He had seen the ball before, and he had even figured out how to crack it.

However, he didn't realize that the ball was not that simple until he faced the ball.

"Bang." Yang Guofu served the ball.

Zhang Cheng still raised his head like a giant dragon.

This time, Yang Guofu chose to let the tennis ball fly for a while and hit back the ball in another way.

The tennis ball took a turn, and when Yang Guofu came back, he swung his racket suddenly. Then, the ball returned to Zhang Cheng's hands, but the ball didn't hit the ground.

"30-30."

Ok?
Zhang Cheng frowned, feeling that there was a weakness in this counterattack.

He didn't expect Yang Guofu to choose to catch the ball in the air when the tennis ball was turned back, and he didn't give the tennis ball a chance to land at all.

After all, raising the dragon's head is not a serve skill.

"There is still room for improvement."

Zhang Cheng nodded, sure enough, actual combat is the best progress.

Soon, the two went back and forth, and Yang Guofu tried his best to let Zhang Cheng see his gourmet tennis all over.

Lofting - Shrimp slippery.

Smash - Explosive Beef Balls.

Short volley - pointed shoots.

however.

"Game, Zhang Cheng, 2-0."

"boom."

"Game, Zhang Cheng, 3-0."

soon.

"Game, Zhang Cheng, 5-0, switch venues."

Zhang Cheng sat on the chair and rested with his eyes closed.

Outside, apart from the sound of cameras, there were bursts of noise.

Opening his eyes and turning his head, Zhang Cheng immediately saw Xiao Dameng and her long-legged girlfriend.

If Zhang Cheng remembers correctly, this long-legged girl should be Tensor's sister, who seems to be called Zhang Ranran.

"Brother, are you tired?"

There was a 120-second break, so Xiao Daimeng also raised her hand to say hello to Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Tired, but not tired, just hungry."

Yang Guofu's gourmet tennis does have some of his charm.

For example, the names of those moves made Zhang Cheng drool.

"How about we go eat Malatang tonight?"

Xiaodaimeng swallowed, let alone Zhang Cheng, even she was hungry just listening to those delicacies on the sidelines.

"I'll go as well."

Zhang Ranran took a photo of Zhang Cheng, then looked at Zhang Cheng with a smile on his face.

"Brother Cheng, can I go?"

Seeing that Zhang Cheng fell into hesitation, Zhang Ranran looked at Xiaodimeng pitifully.

"Brother, Ran Ran is also the administrator of our No. [-] Bar in the World, and she is with us."

puff.

Zhang Cheng gasped.

Good guy, Xiaodai is so cute, you actually instigated the enemy's younger sister!

Seeing this, Zhang Ranran quickly shouted: "Brother Cheng is awesome, number one in the world."

"Okay, okay, after the fight, I'll take you to eat the ancestral Malatang."

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the court.

The 120-second break has elapsed.

In the last game, Yang Guofu served.

Yang Guofu looked a little tired. After all, Zhang Cheng used Zhang Cheng's field in the last few rounds.

Different from powerful strength, Yang Guofu's skills are at most around 3.5, there is no way to crack his Zhang Cheng domain, which also causes Yang Guofu to consume a lot of physical strength when moving back and forth.

Coupled with the burning breath of strength, Yang Guofu was at the end of his rope, like a fight between trapped animals.

"Student, I won't give up." Yang Guofu was still full of fighting spirit and looked very happy.

On the contrary, Zhang Cheng smiled slightly and said, "Senior, please treat me to Malatang after the fight."

"Okay, catch me a ball."

"boom."

Still a strong shot.

However, Zhang Cheng had already gotten used to it long ago. The difference in strength between the two of them was not that great. Moreover, Zhang Cheng had experience in fighting against the breath of combat power, so he easily fought back.

"boom."

It was still a short confrontation.

As Zhang Cheng hit a lob, Yang Guofu on the opposite side leaped high again.

Ok?
Shrimp?

Or popping beef balls?

No, Zhang Cheng clearly saw that Yang Guofu originally held the racket with one hand, but when the tennis ball touched the racket, his left hand also held the handle.

Then, move your hands back with the racket and move the tennis ball together, and finally, exert force on your waist and abdomen.

"boom."

The explosion sounded.

Followed by Yang Guofu's huge roar: "Turn the pot!"

"Ok?"

Zhang Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he saw that the smash did not bounce, and the ball stayed in place with a burst of spin.

His Zhang Cheng domain was actually broken, and it was broken in this way.

However, before the referee pronounced the verdict, Yang Guofu raised his hand in advance:
"Referee, I abstain."

Zhang Cheng: "?"

"Hey hey, I'm hungry, I can't move anymore."

Yang Guofu put the racket on his shoulder and walked towards the China Open and stretched out his hand.

Zhang Cheng was a little helpless, and then looked at the iron-blooded referee Wu Gang on the high chair.

"Game, Zhang Cheng, 6-0, Zhang Cheng won."

One point of experience plus six points of victory will be credited.

Zhang Cheng walked forward and shook hands with Yang Guofu, and laughed at his bright sunshine, Zhang Cheng still gave up talking trash.

Hey.

This rubbish task.

He, Mr. Zhang, is not a yin and yang person!

"Ding, please host the language in a civilized way."

Depend on.

Zhang Cheng secretly sneered, then looked at Yang Guofu and said with a smile: "Senior, go eat Malatang!"

Yang Guofu's eyes lit up, and he quickly put away the racket, impatiently.

"Hurry up, junior, I'm really hungry!"

"Okay, can I bring two people?"

Yang Guofu said indifferently: "Whatever, I'll go over and cook the soup base for you first, hurry up."

After speaking, he ran directly outside the school.

Zhang Cheng shrugged, and then came to Xiao Dameng.

"Let's go, my brother treats you to the ancestral Malatang."

sunset.

Zhang Cheng's back looks tall!
(End of this chapter)