Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 64 No.1

"Six balls, six balls, six balls."

Huge cheers erupted from the audience.

Absolutely forewarned!

Zhang Cheng scored the sixth goal.

"tie."

Zhang Cheng looked at the corners of Qi Yuanjia's mouth slightly raised, and said with a wicked smile, "Guess, how many goals will the next score be?"

Before he could answer, Zhang Cheng spoke first:

"Eight ball."

Huge cheers broke out in the audience, and then they all lined up: "Eight balls, eight balls, eight balls."

Zhang Cheng looked a little overwhelming.

Qi Yuanjia snorted coldly, his eyes full of determination.

Two more points.

When the time comes, he will let Zhang Cheng get nothing.

Taking out a tennis ball from his pocket, Qi Yuanjia took a deep breath, adjusted his rhythm, and then hit a high-pressure volley.

"One goal." Still the audience cheered.

Mustard tennis balls are menacing.

Then Zhang Cheng didn't use selflessness and extreme aura, but only relied on the most basic background to fight back.

"Two goals."

however.

bang.

Qi Yuanjia unexpectedly gave up fighting back and let the mustard yellow tennis ball bounce off the ground.

"Zhang Cheng scored."

The audience fell into dead silence, and Qi Yuanjia broke Zhang Cheng's absolute notice in this way.

Then, there was a burst of cursing.

"Shameless."

"I've never seen someone so brazen."

Even the live broadcast room of the Yangcheng Newspaper was amused, my sister waved her hands and ten interstellar missiles were fired.

"Let Li Liang out and scold him."

I am Li Liang: "??? Scoundrel???"

So, Li Liang received another seven-day silence package.

At Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School, no one spoke.

Everyone lowered their heads, after all, Qi Yuanjia's way of handling the ball was a bit outrageous.

Just now, Ewing said that he would break this absolute forecast with absolute strength, but now, Qi Yuanjia is spitting mud on their faces.

This feeling is like~~
Qi Yuanjia didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, he just didn't want to be under the oppression brought about by this absolute notice.

Taking a deep breath, it was still a simple high-pressure volley.

This time, Zhang Cheng didn't issue any more notices, and ended the game with a zero-cut after a few balls against Qi Yuanjia.

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

During the 120-second break, Zhang Cheng still leaned on the chair with a towel covered, eyes closed and rested.

On the other hand, Qi Yuanjia was not so leisurely. In his mind, the last piece of the puzzle of Zhang Cheng's data memory was also complete.

His eyes began to shine, and he looked at Zhang Cheng opposite him with a ruthless heart.

Zhang Cheng.

Then you won't score a single goal.

what he said.

As for the teammates of Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School behind him, they didn't put any pressure on him. After all, Zhang Cheng was too strong.

"Minister, does Brother Qi still have a chance?"

Zhou Ming looked at the field, feeling suspicious in his heart.

5-0.

There is no fighting back.

Even use that embarrassing way to break the absolute notice.

Although Zhou Ming knew Qi Yuanjia's tennis in his heart, Zhang Cheng put too much pressure on him, and even Zhang Cheng hadn't used his extreme power yet.

Ewing didn't speak, but took a deep look at Qi Yuanjia in front of him.

Afterwards, he glanced around behind and frowned: "Is Wu Hao still warming up?"

Xiao Haiyang nodded, and then said, "Do you need to call him back?"

Judging from this situation, in fact, as Zhang Cheng said, Wu Hao's warm-up is meaningless.

Ewing hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Qi Yuanjia again and said in a deep voice, "Wait a little longer."

After all, he still wants to trust himself, or rather, this is his expectation!
120 seconds passed by.

The two returned to the court.

In the sixth game, Zhang Cheng served.

Huge cheers broke out on the field, and everyone in the field was saying two words:
"Prediction."

"Prediction."

"Prediction."

Qi Yuanjia's face sank and he didn't speak, he turned back to the bottom corner and took a deep breath.

"One ball."

Zhang Cheng looked at Qi Yuanjia and made a prediction.

Immediately, the audience cheered.

"One ball, one ball, one ball."

Qi Yuanjia's mouth twitched into a sneer.

a ball?
Want to serve and score?

Sorry, all your serves are in my head, and all the landing positions are under my control.

Thinking of this, Qi Yuanjia sneered at Zhang Cheng and said, "Zhang Cheng, next, I won't let you get another point."

"I also make an absolute prediction to you. The result of this game will be 7-5, and I will win!"

"Oh, you're awesome then."

Zhang Cheng smiled and shook his head.

This guy also likes to joke.

However, Qi Yuanjia looked around very seriously, and his voice gradually became louder.

"I said, from now on, Zhang Cheng won't get a single point."

All quiet.

Then there is laughter.

Only Qi Yuanjia sneered and closed his eyes.

Ok?
There was some confusion outside.

This person gave up?
Then why speak wild words and talk nonsense.

Only the teammates from Shaoyang Sixth High School were all excited.

I'm coming.

Brother Qi's data memory is complete.

On the other side, Situ, who was drinking a drink, fell into deep thought in the spectator seat of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School.

He has seen Zhang Cheng's serve.

If it was that serve, then there was indeed only one ball.

Thinking of this, Situ directly pulled out the half-filled earplugs in his ears.

His grandma's, this stuff was bought for nothing.

Gotta find a way to sell it at half price!

……

Zhang Cheng took out a tennis ball from his pocket, patted it twice, and then slowly threw it up.

Bend your knees, stand up, and swing the racket.

No bells and whistles, just the simplest swing.

"heard it."

Qi Yuanjia's eyes were tightly closed, but Zhang Cheng in the data memory in his mind made the same action as Zhang Cheng on the court, and it was one second earlier.

"Fall here."

Although his eyes were closed, Qi Yuanjia arrived at the serve and landed accurately in advance.

Then, Qi Yuanjia swung his racket without hesitation.

call.

No shock.

Qi Yuanjia froze for a moment, then opened his eyes.

Under his feet, a mustard tennis ball rolled forward in front of his eyes.

Qi Yuanjia looked around in a daze, and the audience was dead silent.

Especially when he saw their minister, he saw the unbelievable look in their minister's eyes for the first time.

what is that?
Ewing stood up.

He is very familiar with Zhang Cheng's serve.

That's where his hand got hurt the other day, and that guy hit that serve as well.

Zero serve.

A no-frills serve that just won't bounce.

Ewing's expression changed, he turned to look at Xiao Haiyang and said, "Go and call Wu Hao back, the game is over."

This Zhang Cheng is not a man who only comprehends power at all.

This Zhang Cheng is at the level of a professional player!

"One ball."

Zhang Cheng's calm voice resounded, especially loud in the entire silent arena.

The iron-blooded referee Wu Gang also woke up, and quickly pronounced the verdict: "15-0."

Qi Yuanjia didn't know what happened. What happened to this ball?

Could his data memory be wrong again?

"You should play with your eyes open because it's not that common to see a serve like that."

Zhang Cheng smiled, turned around, and then took out a tennis ball from his pocket again to announce the announcement.

"One ball."

The audience followed and cheered: "One goal."

Throw the ball, bend your knees, get up, swing the racket.

The four movements are meticulous, without any flamboyance.

Qi Yuanjia didn't close his eyes, which was exactly the same as his data memory.

So, what exactly went wrong?

The mustard tennis ball landed exactly as it landed in his data memory.

Then, Qi Yuanjia swung his racket.

However, what happened next shocked him.

The mustard tennis ball didn't bounce when it hit the ground, but rolled towards the net.

Qi Yuanjia: "???"

"30-0."

"One ball."

Zhang Cheng took out the tennis ball again and continued his unpretentious four moves.

"40-0."

"One goal." This time the audience cheered.

"boom."

With the last zero serve.

The mustard tennis ball rolled from Qi Yuanjia's feet to the net, and the game ended.

"Game Yangcheng No. 6 Middle School singles No. 0 match, Zhang Cheng, [-]-[-], the game is over, Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School won."

With referee Wu Gang's exciting verdict, Yangcheng No. 3 Middle School won the No.0 qualifier 1-[-].

As for Zhang Cheng, he laughed when he heard the two dings coming from his mind.

"Ding, the third stage of the strongest junior high school student has been completed, do you want to receive the reward.

"receive."

Zhang Cheng's mind moved slightly.

An unblocking of spiritual power, although a little short, only 10 minutes, but with the addition of the beautiful Chinese tasks he has accumulated for so long.

This one-time outburst of power is extremely terrifying, and it might turn someone into a big fool at once, so Zhang Cheng should use it with caution.

"Ding, the task of the card master has been completed, and the fragments of the experience card have been distributed."

This, Zhang Cheng didn't check. Counting the previous three doubles matches, he now has a total of four experience card fragments.

On the opposite side, Qi Yuanjia stared at the tennis ball at his feet and was stunned.

How will he break this ball?

Qi Yuanjia didn't react until Zhang Cheng walked in front of him and stretched out his hand.

"You played well, but hurry up next time you collect data, after all, you haven't even forced one-tenth of my skills!"

Zhang Cheng looked at Qi Yuanjia with a smile on his face.

Qi Yuanjia took a deep look at Zhang Cheng, and then said, "You are very strong."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Qi Yuanjia stopped talking, reached out and shook Zhang Cheng briefly, and then left the court.

Zhang Cheng didn't care either, after all, he already got the No.1 he wanted.

On the side of Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School, Wu Hao walked into the court full of heat, and when he saw someone, he asked directly: "Is it time for me to play?"

Ewing looked at him calmly and said, "It's over."

Then, he took the others out.

Wu Hao was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the scoreboard in the stadium.

Zhang Cheng vs Qi Yuanjia: 6-0.

Immediately, he understood that Shaoyang No. [-] High School had lost.

On the other side, in the infirmary, Du Fei pushed Gao Sheng, who had woken up, towards the outside.

"Singles number three should start, just go and have a look."

Du Fei smiled at Goldman Sachs.

However, before they came out, Jiang Chen had already rushed in, panting and saying:

"Win, win, we won first place."

Du Fei was stunned for a moment, then looked at Goldman Sachs.

If he remembered correctly, Zhang Cheng should be number three in singles.

In other words, Zhang Cheng won!
"So fast?"

"That's right, my brother Cheng directly beat him 6-0." Jiang Chen was a little excited.

Even Goldman Sachs, who was pale, had a smile on his face, and he felt it in his heart.

Zhang Cheng, it's too fast!
But no matter what, their Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School is No.[-]!
　Say important things three times, please invest and collect.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)