Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 70 Crosshair Racket

The second round of training started after an hour of rest.

Zhang Cheng didn't speak either, and took his cross-line racket and went to practice in a corner.

His way of practicing is fixed-point hitting, but there is no added difficulty, just the most basic fixed-point hitting of a ball.

Holding the cross-line racket tightly, Zhang Cheng put down a tennis ball with his left hand, and then swung the racket with his right hand.

The first ball, hit successfully.

Then the tennis ball bounced off the wall in front.

Swinging the racket again, he still hit it back, but this time the hitting point on the wall was slightly off.

In this way, Zhang Cheng hit the wall for 10 minutes, and then the next ball passed through his cross-hair racket.

Situ didn't know when he came to the side, and he was full of envy when he saw Zhang Cheng's ease.

Then, he raised his head and happened to meet Zhang Cheng, without any extra words, Situ said directly: "Teach me."

"Take the racket."

Zhang Cheng didn't reject him, but just said something quietly, and then continued to hit the wall crazily.

Situ turned around and left. He didn't bring his cross-hair racket, but he could get it back soon.

On the other side, the four ministers were standing together watching Zhang Cheng's every move.

There was some seriousness in Ewing's eyes, he didn't expect Zhang Cheng to have come this far.

As the most skilled player in the audience, he could tell what Zhang Cheng was practicing at a glance.

The sweet spot of the racket is originally the range of a racket. Using a cross-line racket is to concentrate all the strength and skills on one point.

A certain master said it well, the concentrated will can penetrate the stubborn stone.

Zhang Cheng's practice method will greatly improve his control over strength and skills.

Perhaps, his sword can really cut off the spirit.

"Maybe, we can also use this kind of practice."

Du Fei was recording something in his notebook, and then instinctively said something.

Immediately, the other three looked shocked and looked at each other.

It seems that it is quite clever.

"Then leave it to me."

Qi Yuanjia walked towards Xiao Haiyang with a smile. As the owner of this private island, they must have a solution.

Five minutes later, Situ returned to Zhang Cheng's side, holding his cross-line racket in his hand.

"What should I do?" Situ looked at Zhang Cheng with a serious expression.

Zhang Cheng caught the flying ball, turned his head to look at Situ and smiled.

"First of all, you have to pay the tuition fee first, not much, just [-]."

Situ's expression darkened, and then he transferred the money to Zhang Cheng blankly.

"Okay, teach me."

"Um, next, you should call me master." Zhang Cheng thought it was a little funny, and teased again.

"Get out." Situ was obviously angry.

"okay."

Zhang Cheng didn't push forward either, he was joking, so he honestly taught Situ the skills of using the cross-line racket that he had learned.

In fact, there are not too many skills in using a cross-line racket. It is nothing more than concentrating strength and skills when hitting the ball. When hitting back, you must learn balanced release force and offset skills.

The rest is nothing more than a matter of proficiency.

Of course, Zhang Cheng was an accident. After all, he is also a man who has experienced the baptism of light hitting.

Seeing that Situ has already started, although he still can't hit the ball, he obviously has a little more understanding of the control of power.

"Well, think about your Zhan Gong-gai, what kind of feeling is that concentration of power!"

Zhang Cheng gave the last suggestion, and then stopped paying attention to Situ's progress.

"Clap clap clap."

Ball after ball.

The real difficulty of the cross-line racket is that the two strings are relatively elastic, and the power is not easy to control. If there is a mistake, the ball will be sent flying, which can also be said to be out of control.

Zhang Cheng has mastered 6% of his sweet spot skills, and he is sure to increase his mastery to 20% in the next training camp.

I just don't know how much his skills can be improved at that time.

Soon, an hour passed.

The second round of training camp started with scheduled kicks.

The fixed-point shooting in the training camp is different from Zhang Cheng's training.

The content is very simple, one person hits the ball, the other 19 serve, and the fixed point is the ball bag on the high wall opposite the hitter.

The result is also very simple, whoever scores the most goals wins, and if they score the same number, they can only be counted according to the results of the first round.

"So, who goes first?"

Qi Yuanjia looked at everyone with a strange expression.

No one came forward, and then everyone made a decision, starting from the last place in the previous round.

Therefore, Qi Yuanjia was the first to stand up.

The other 19 people were all standing opposite to Qi Yuanjia, looking at him like a tiger staring at him.

"Who will come first?"

this is a problem.

However, after discussing it, we still follow the old rules from the back to the front.

In other words, Wu Hao, who was second to last, attacked first.

Wu Hao saw the smile on Qi Yuanjia's face, but he planned to be merciful and hit him with a heavy blow.

Qi Yuanjia was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt numbness in his arm after receiving the ball, and quickly used his skills to release some strength before completing the counterattack.

However, the goal was missed.

Just as Qi Yuanjia was about to give Wu Hao a hard look, the next ball came again.

"boom."

One of those two substitutes.

This time, Qi Yuanjia managed to score the first goal.

Next, Qi Yuanjia relied on his strong data and foundation to keep scoring goals until it was Zhang Cheng's turn.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Cheng rewarded him with a big bang.

With this ball, Qi Yuanjia was almost blown out with the bat.

Therefore, his streak of scoring ends here.

A tingling arm is one thing, a tingling scalp is quite another.

Feng Yuxiu even sang a sentence when hitting the ball, and Qi Yuanjia's mentality collapsed immediately.

Eight balls, this is Qi Yuanjia's final result.

Seeing him walking over with a sullen face, Wu Hao's face suddenly gloated.

Hehe, there is another countdown for him.

However, the next serve overturned his imagination, Qi Yuanjia hit his dead corner with the first ball, and then, a group of people showed their special abilities.

Especially Zhang Cheng, it was another big explosion, even if Wu Hao's power was the highest in the audience, but Zhang Cheng's current big explosion is not as simple as before.

The current big bang has learned the sweet spot technique, and its power is more concentrated, and it even has a little bit of penetration.

If it weren't for Wu Hao's skill, his racket would have been pierced by Zhang Cheng.

Six goals, this is Wu Hao's last score, even worse than Qi Yuanjia.

Zhang Cheng vaguely heard that when Wu Hao came back, Qi Yuanjia said rubbish to him.

From the back to the front, Chen Yu, simply, Qian Zhuangzhuang~~ A group of people showed their own abilities, just to prevent this group of people from scoring goals.

Six balls, six balls, five balls.

At least, Qi Yuanjia and Wu Hao are no longer at the bottom.

On the tenth, we arrived at Zhang Cheng.

He calmly walked to the opposite side, and suddenly a strong malice rushed to his face.

Good guy.

Here are his enemies.

Qi Yuanjia didn't say much, just closed his eyes and displayed the data memory.

bang.

The tennis ball has already hit it.

Zhang Cheng swung his right hand and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Qi Yuanjia suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in them.

Sorry, he also counted this crosshair racket.

Snapped.

Zhang Cheng failed to score the ball.

When it was Wu Hao's turn, without the slightest hesitation, the scarlet aura boiled instantly.

"Zhang Cheng, die."

Then, the roar of the fighter.

"boom."

The crosshair racket was instantly pressed down very low, and the two net cables trembled under the super-gravity spinning ball.

No, the line is about to break.

Zhang Cheng dropped his force suddenly, but the ball also flew.

Second goal, missed!

Next, Zhang Cheng scored a few goals, but with Situ's enhanced cut bow, Zhang Cheng never scored a goal after that.

The final score, two goals.

Sure enough, the crosshair racket suffered a bit, otherwise, this group of people would be younger brothers.

However, Zhang Cheng could also feel that his mastery of this cross-line racket was getting better and better, and his mind moved slightly. The sweet spot behind the skill column had indeed improved somewhat.

7%.

Next, the others hit the ball one by one. Except for Zhang Cheng who rewarded Situ with a big bang when he came on the court, everyone else Zhang Cheng also served normally.

Finally, the second round of training is over.

After the two rounds, Zhang Cheng surprisingly found that he was in the third from the bottom.

The first two were Wu Hao, who was last from the bottom, and Qi Yuanjia, who was second to last.

Therefore, they, who are in the bottom three, can only be selected in the third round of pair training.

"Damn it, I'm really looking forward to fighting with you, Zhang Cheng." Wu Hao was sullen, with flames in his eyes.

"Who made you a trash, the last one?" Zhang Cheng looked at Wu Hao with contempt in his eyes.

"Hehe, you are also the third from last." Wu Hao rolled his eyes.

Zhang Cheng smiled slightly, but he didn't care too much and said, "Anyway, it's not that I want to fight you. In fact, I don't care who chooses me."

Wu Hao also sneered, glanced at Zhang Cheng and said, "The point is, I'm afraid no one will choose you."

Immediately, Zhang Cheng stopped talking.

There are restrictions on the selection rules, and only teams from other schools can be selected. That is to say, Zhang Cheng and Wu Hao still have a chance to fight. As long as someone chooses Qi Yuanjia, no one chooses Zhang Cheng and Wu Hao. .

In this way, the two of them were automatically divided into a team and practiced in pairs.

Unfortunately, Wu Hao is destined to be disappointed.

Jiang Chen, who was No.1, directly chose him away.

"Goodbye." Zhang Cheng smiled and waved to Hei Wazi.

"Hehe, it's better than no one chooses."

Wu Hao's big crow's mouth played a miraculous effect, and after that, no one really chose him.

Even the penultimate Qi Yuanjia was taken away by Du Fei, but he was still ignored.

In the end, there were only two people left on the field, one was Feng Yuxiu, a singing and dancing boy with shoulder-length short hair, and the other was Zhang Cheng.

Therefore, after all, Zhang Cheng formed a team with the person he least wanted to form a team with.

Situ walked directly to Zhang Cheng's side and whispered, "Do you want earplugs, [-] pairs."

"roll."

The dog thing, it's on him again.

He Zhang Cheng, even if he was vomited by this person, he would not buy Situ Na's earplugs.

Yes, it's that tough!

　The last chapter was blocked, it's a bit uncomfortable!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)