Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 61 The Gourmet Portfolio

"Game Yangcheng No. 6 Middle School Goldman Sachs, Jiang Chen, 3-[-], Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School won."

As soon as the referee's voice fell, Goldman Sachs had already fallen.

Jiang Chen hurriedly carried Goldman out of the stadium, and a cart appeared on the sidelines to load Goldman onto it.

"Let me do it."

Du Fei walked to Jiang Chen's side, and said calmly, "Go and rest, Goldman Sachs will leave it to me."

Jiang Chen nodded, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, then he bowed to Du Fei and said, "Then I will trouble Senior Du Fei."

The school doctor at the side gave Goldman Sachs a simple treatment and asked Du Fei to send him to the infirmary for further examination.

On the court, the second doubles match is about to begin.

Yang Guofu and Nian Nian simply warmed up on the spot. At this moment, their expressions were extremely dignified and terrifying.

"We're going to win the set."

A firm voice came, making Zhang Cheng and the others focus their eyes at this moment.

Zhou Nian also smiled, then nodded to Yang Guofu.

Eyes intertwined, everything is silent.

Coach Shen said once in a while, "Be serious and let this match end within three sets."

As long as they win No. [-] in doubles, it can be declared that this final is over.

The two nodded seriously, then walked to the court holding the racket.

On the other side, Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School.

Qi Yuanjia looked at the two people who were about to play and said: "Remember, you must pick up the rhythm. The gourmet combination on the opposite side is very strong, but their speed is only around three o'clock. You are the only ones in this." Advantage, fast, fast, must speed up, catch them by surprise."

Zhou Ming and Qian Zhuangzhuang nodded seriously. After all, they also wanted to fight.

After Qi Yuanjia finished speaking, he took a special look at Xiao Haiyang and Xiao Feng who were a little downcast beside him.

In fact, if their seed doubles hadn't been upset, they wouldn't have fallen into this passive situation.

"Come on, do your best." Ewing stood up as a minister.

Immediately, Qi Yuanjia didn't say anything more.

Zhou Ming and Qian Zhuangzhuang walked to the court at the same time, and stood face to face with Yang Guofu and the others in front of the China Open.

"Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School vs Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School, doubles No. [-] match, Yang Guofu, Anniversary vs Zhou Ming, Qian Zhuangzhuang, guess the correct one!"

"Reverse." Zhou Ming said.

Anniversary turned the racket, but this time it was right.

Yang Guofu returned to the net, then took out a tennis ball from his pocket.

Without the slightest reservation, a scarlet breath gushed out from his body.

Just like Qi Yuanjia's analysis, Yang Guofu and Niannian's speed is only about 3, but apart from their strong strength, their physical strength is also their strong point, and their physical strength is even second only to Zhang Cheng in the entire tennis club.

"boom."

The strong swing smashed to the opposite side with a huge roar.

As soon as Qian Zhuangzhuang caught the ball, he felt out of control.

This ball is so powerful.

As a power player, he almost couldn't grasp it.

"boom."

However, Qian Zhuangzhuang's strength also reached 4.5, and he fought back after a simple stalemate.

But this ball was out of control, and the tennis ball flew into the sky.

Then, Anniversary jumped up high.

"boom."

Make rice cakes!
An explosive smash directly scored the score, and Zhou Zhou, who usually looks gentle and kind, grinned wildly at the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, please eat rice cakes."

"15-0."

The field is heating up. Although Niannian's strength is not as good as Yang Guofu's, and it hasn't reached five points, Zhang Cheng thinks it should be stronger than his 4.5, and it may be close to five points.

The performance of the two powerful players on the court was explosive, and there were bangs and bangs from the opposite half.

"Game, Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School, exchange venues 0-[-]."

Soon, with this ruthless style of play, Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School violently won the first game.

speed?

Qi Yuanjia thought too much.

At least in the first game, Zhou Ming and Qian Zhuangzhuang ended without pulling a few balls.

Now he can only count on these two to make some breakthroughs in his serve.

Qian Zhuangzhuang serves.

He is also a powerful player, although he is not as good as Yang Guofu, but he is also very close, so his serve is also a powerful crit.

The scarlet breath enveloped the entire racket, and then, a stronger force hit the tennis ball.

This time it was Zhou Ming who caught the ball. However, feeling the power from the racket, Zhou Ming's expression changed drastically, and he could only hold the racket with both hands to make a difficult counterattack.

It's still Yang Guofu, whose power is at its fullest at this moment.

"boom."

Zhou Ming's arms began to tremble from the heavier and heavier counterattacks, and gradually he began to feel a little unsure.

With the next two shots, Zhou Ming's racket was sent flying with a snap.

"0-15."

They are also strength players, there is a big gap between those who have mastered extreme strength and those who have not.

The heavier and heavier hitting the ball simply made it difficult for others to grasp, let alone an opponent who was also a powerful player.

Zhou Ming and Qian Zhuangzhuang tried their best to drag Yang Guofu and the others into their rhythm, but this pair of gourmets didn't give them a chance.

As long as there is a chance, the Anniversary Smash will be smashed. That powerful rice cake smash will never go against the ball. If you score, you will get points. Coupled with Yang Guofu's relentless aura of unfolding strength, the opponent simply cannot resist it.

"Game, Yangcheng No. 3 Middle School, 0-[-], exchange venues."

120 second rest period.

Yang Guofu and Nian Nian sat on a chair and took a sip of the energy drink.

Zhou Nian handed Yang Guofu a towel, and then said nothing, but Yang Guofu understood.

Next game, leave it to him.

Yang Guofu nodded without any trace. The breath of strength after opening three rounds really consumes a lot of physical strength. Although his physical strength is also 4.5, he can't last six rounds if he continues like this, or even above.

"Six innings to settle the game."

The two looked at each other and made a decision.

120 seconds passed by.

Playing again, this time Zhou Ming serves.

Zhou Ming is not a purely powerful player. His three-dimensional is relatively balanced, basically around 3.8, so if you want to pull up the rhythm, you can only rely on him here.

A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, Zhou Ming tossed the ball, and swung the racket at a weird angle.

"boom."

There is no burst full of power.

But the ball drew a perfect arc on the court when it landed.

The ball bounced, but not quite.

It is very similar to Zhang Cheng's flying swallow returning to the nest, except that this ball is a serving skill.

"15-0."

At Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School, although they hit a good shot, the faces of the people there were not very good-looking.

bat bird.

This is the name of the tee.

However, this was an unfinished serve, which did a lot of damage to Zhou Ming's arm.

Usually, Ewing and the others forbid Zhou Ming to practice this serve, but now!
Ewing looked at the court and found that Zhou Ming was not going to watch him, which meant that Zhou Ming had decided to put all his eggs in one basket and he wanted to win this game.

"One game, if there is another serve like this, we will forfeit."

Ewing said this to Qi Yuanjia.

He wasn't stupid either. Seeing Zhou Ming successfully use this trick, it was obvious that he had practiced it in private.

And after practicing in private, besides Qi Yuanjia, a data master who can give him advice and make movement corrections, Ewing can't think of anyone else who can be his training partner.

Qi Yuanjia didn't say anything, after all, he had exceeded his authority in such matters.

However, he felt he was right.

On the field, with four bat birds serving, Shaoyang No. [-] High School successfully pulled back a round.

However, after serving the fourth ball, Zhou Ming's face was a little painful, and his right arm trembled unconsciously.

More powerful skills often mean huge side effects.

Just like Zhang Cheng's zero serve, he will only use one game.

After all, compared with future career, physical health is the most important.

Junior high school students are in a period of physical growth and development, and any injury at this time will affect their whole life, and even ruin their career path.

At Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, Du Fei memorized something in his notebook. Zhou Ming's serve was not in his database.

But he also saw that this was a half-finished trick, using a strong slice to exert a strong downward spin on the tennis ball.

Unfortunately, the damage to the arm is too great.

The score came to 3-1.

Although he scored a point by serving, it could not prevent Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School from losing the No. [-] doubles match.

Yang Guofu served the ball, and the scarlet breath spewed out again, the boiling breath wrapped the racket, and then the muscles agitated.

"boom."

This is a super serve, in Yang Guofu's own words, that is, a perverted hot hit!

"Boom."

The sound is a bit loud.

Zhou Ming instinctively raised the racket, and then it fell to the ground with a snap.

On the side of Shaoyang Sixth Middle School, Qi Yuanjia raised his hand and looked at the referee.

"In this game, Shaoyang No. [-] High School abstained."

Zhou Ming raised his head and looked unwilling. Qian Zhuangzhuang didn't say anything, but got up and walked to Zhou Ming's side, and touched his right arm lightly.

"what."

"Referee, Shaoyang No. [-] High School forfeited this game."

Qi Yuanjia reiterated it again.

At this time, the iron-blooded referee Wu just reacted and immediately made a verdict:
"Game Yangcheng No. 3 Middle School doubles No. 1 match, [-]-[-], Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School won..."

Qian Zhuangzhuang directly helped Zhou Ming back to the spectator seats, and a school doctor came over immediately.

First, he sprayed some medicine, then wrapped it with a bandage, and finally raised his head and yelled angrily:
"Nonsense, your arm is so weak, can you hit that kind of ball?"

Ewing stood up, bowed to the school doctor and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't manage it well."

"Okay, send him to the infirmary for another look."

The school doctor sighed and left here.

Ewing glanced at Zhou Ming, didn't say anything to blame, but said calmly: "Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Minister~~"

"Shut up, don't talk, or I'll beat you up."

Qi Yuanjia looked at the two people who left, with a flash of determination in his eyes.

rest assured.

I'll hold the game until you guys get back.

Afterwards, Qi Yuanjia took out his racket from his tennis bag and walked to the No. [-] court next to him.

the other side.

Tensor praised the pair of gourmets, and then cast his eyes on the lazy Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng smiled contentedly, and then without speaking, he turned around and took out the racket from the tennis bag.

Ok.

15 minutes left.

Simply warm up.

　Come up with a recommendation, big Karmas!Invest and walk around, live to nine hundred and ninety-nine.

　　


(End of this chapter)