Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 76 Hunting Ground
With the referee's verdict, Yangcheng No. 6 Middle School Doubles No. 0 once again blocked the opponent [-]-[-].

On the opposite side, a group of people looked a little ugly.

Especially that Debbie Dijia, who turned into a jerk, spitting at everyone around him.

"A bunch of rubbish, this is the level of tennis in your country?"

"No wonder, it counts down every year in international competitions."

"As long as you work hard, the champion of this city competition will also be won."

"Will you be the next one?"

Debbie looked at Guo Jiangong, the head of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, and said mercilessly, "Work harder, if you lose, go home and raise pigs."

"Dry Li Liang."

"What did you say?"

Guo Jiangong smiled and didn't answer. Anyway, this gringo couldn't understand, so he just scolded and it was over.

Ignoring his rage, he stood up with the racket in hand, and said before leaving: "Big fool."

Then, the whole team laughed.

The singles match for No. 15 started [-] minutes later. Situ walked into the court full of enthusiasm. It seemed that the warm-up effect was good.

Both sides guessed correctly, and Situ was lucky to get the right to serve.

"Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School vs. Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School singles match No. [-], Situ vs. Guo Jiangong, the winner will be determined in one set, and Situ will serve."

Situ patted the tennis ball lightly twice, and after that, he still showed off his peerless waist.

"boom."

The meeting was a slashing bow, and with the flash of yellow light, he directly served and scored.

The ball is fast again, the speed of the ball has reached 260km/h, and this is already a normal bow.

"15-0."

Guo Jiangong's mind was a little buzzing. He didn't even see the ball clearly just now, so the point was gone.

Too fast, really too fast.

"boom."

Situ didn't have that many thoughts, and he used another slash to prove that his physical strength was more than 2.5.

"30-0."

Afterwards, watching his opponent break out in cold sweat, Situ directly scored two serve points to win the first game.

"1-0, switch venues."

The two passed by, Guo Jiangong and Situ looked at each other, and Guo Jiangong froze immediately.

That look.

That look was terrifying.

It was a look at the prey.

Guo Jiangong's fighting spirit suddenly lost a lot.

In the spectator seats, Zhang Cheng didn't feel that he took a second look at Situ. For this man, the general trend of tennis has emerged. Perhaps after a period of training, this general trend will almost appear.

But Zhang Cheng could also tell that the game was over.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng took a special look at Debbie Dijia who was opposite. This international friend was not in a good mood, and directly used foreign languages ​​to attack the surroundings indiscriminately.

The point is, even if Zhang Cheng is so far away, he can still hear those teammates from Yangcheng No. [-] High School counterattacking him.

Maybe it was because Debby couldn't understand it, but Zhang Cheng thought it was pretty ugly anyway.

In the second game, Guo Jiangong served.

But just as Du Fei's data showed before, the head of Yangcheng No. 4.5 Middle School is a power player, who could have exerted nearly five points of strength. Under the pressure of Situ's hunting ground, his strength could only reach [-] at most.

In this way, there is no difficulty for Situ, but Situ may want to experiment with something, and did not directly end the game.

Zhang Cheng has only seen the first six forms of Situ Hunter's Way so far, but Guo Jiangong couldn't bear it if he played the first six forms.

However, Situ's general situation gradually became prominent, and the pressure on Guo Jiangong was also increasing. In the fourth game, Guo Jiangong even made a mistake in his serve.

Seems like it's all over.

Zhang Cheng was a little bored, but soon became excited again. After all, whether it was the first stage of the baptism of the whirlpool or the upcoming light shot, this way of welcoming international friends should be very good.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng lay down directly and looked around, but the audience was completely silent.

Suddenly Zhang Cheng's eyes lit up, and he found an interesting person.

Standing up, taking advantage of his teammates not paying attention, he quickly and secretly walked to the last row of the auditorium.

In front of him, a sneaky old man was wearing a floral hat, with a camera hanging around his neck, and a notebook in his hand, watching what was being recorded off the field.

"Master Ma, what are you doing?"

Yes, this person is Uncle Ma, that mysterious uncle who has ghosts in every university.

"Shhhhh, don't talk."

Uncle Ma turned his head and saw Zhang Cheng, and immediately pulled Zhang Cheng to avoid all angles of view.

"As for?"

Zhang Cheng felt strange, and then glanced at the notebook in Uncle Ma's hand.

It was still the character ranking manual, and it was written about Situ dancing on the field.

It's just that compared with before, all the data in the uncle's hand has changed now, and Situ's hexagonal value has all become 4. This is the real hexagonal warrior, more balanced.

It's just that Zhang Cheng expressed doubts. Isn't Situ's physical strength 2.5?

"What do you know? In this business like ours, we are always on the tip of the knife. Once someone finds out that those values ​​​​are made up by the uncle, bah, on-site investigation, those proud youngsters still don't beat it." Damn me!" Uncle Ma rolled his eyes at Zhang Cheng and said angrily.

"If you beat you to death, then you can just go to the ground. When the time comes, the villa will be near the sea, and the spring will be warm and the flowers will bloom."

Zhang Cheng felt a little funny and looked at the uncle.

"Fart, sir, I'm not that kind of person, and uncle is also a person with professional ethics."

Uncle Ma looked more serious, then looked at Zhang Cheng and said directly: "Young man, I think you are familiar, let's make a condition, the uncle also wants to be private."

Zhang Cheng found it more and more interesting. If the uncles in the whole world were like this, then there would really be world peace.

However, looking at the seriousness of the old man, Zhang Cheng still said, "Well, I won't make things difficult for you, you just put my ranking first and fill up all the values ​​in the hexagon."

"Cough cough."

Uncle Ma's expression was startled, good guy, I really met someone shameless.

"No, the uncle has professional ethics and will not do such deceptive things."

"Then do you think the kid is worth a tenth?"

Zhang Cheng stared at Uncle Ma with cold eyes.

Uncle Ma didn't speak any more, he muttered something in his mouth: "Tenth is not tenth, tenth is also number one, number one~~"

Afterwards, he still sighed, and said helplessly, "Okay, you Zhang Datian is also a character, and you deserve to be ranked first."

After the transaction was completed, Zhang Cheng worriedly said again: "By the way, don't write about those bloody love triangles, write more about my dreams, such as the championship of the national competition, and give me the photos. Look better, remember, you must praise me more."

"Okay, my uncle has a lot."

Uncle Ma was upset and waved at Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng glanced at the field. Under the pressure of Situ Hunting Ground, the game seemed to be over, so he waved his hand quickly and sneaked back to the spectator seats.

Turning his head, within ten seconds, Zhang Cheng realized that the old man had disappeared.

This is too stable.

"Game, Situ 6-0, the game is over, Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School won."

Before Zhang Cheng could look for the uncle any more, the match was over. Situ walked towards Zhang Cheng slowly, his eyes full of complacency.

Before the person arrived, the voice came first: "Zhang Cheng, let's evaluate it."

Zhang Cheng grinned and said, "You played well. You deserve to be a man who is [-]-[-] with me."

"Ha ha."

Situ snorted coldly, then sat aside and ignored Zhang Cheng, closed his eyes and started sorting out the harvest just now.

Another 15-minute break, and the next game is Zhang Cheng's game.

Du Fei glanced at Zhang Cheng and said calmly, "Aren't you going to warm up?"

"That person is strong?"

Zhang Cheng glanced at his foreign friend Debbie Dijia who had left the field early, and that dumbass actually stood on the field and made a pose, which immediately attracted screams from the surrounding audience.

"I don't have any information, but I found out about that person. He is the champion of this year's Pretty Country Youth Group Invitational Tournament. His strength should be at the top of the national level, not weaker than Wu Hao from Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School." Du Fei remained calm. With a trace of serious expression.

"Oh."

Zhang Cheng squeaked, but turned to look at the auditorium.

Uncle Ma left as expected.

Without letting him see his majestic figure, how can he conquer him in the character ranking manual.

hateful.

"Well, I went to Yangcheng No. 6 Middle School to do a survey before. That Debbie beat everyone 0-[-], and I heard that he came to China with good intentions."

Zhang Cheng smiled, then picked up the racket and walked down, "Uneasy and kind? See how I deal with him."

Fifteen minutes hadn't arrived yet, but Zhang Cheng just couldn't see someone pretending to be aggressive in front of him.

Tensor and the others looked at each other, and then there was some helplessness in their eyes. After all, Zhang Cheng had this character.

But that's a good thing.

It is also time for those foreign friends to experience their strength.

"However, Brother Cheng doesn't seem to have taken off his coat!" Jiang Chen said suddenly.

Situ frowned, realizing that things were not that simple.

He knew about Zhang Cheng's weight training, even he would train like that in private.

It's just that he took it off during today's game, didn't he?
Situ didn't want to think too much, if that was the case, Zhang Cheng would be too scary.

Zhang Cheng walked to the net, and felt a little funny looking at the man who was making a pose.

This person, why doesn't he put on women's clothes and join the women's team?

Zhang Cheng thinks singing and dancing are more suitable for this person, but he may not be good at playing.

Taking out a tennis ball from his pocket, Zhang Cheng shook the racket.

a ball.

two goals.

Countless balls.

Finally, Debbie Dijia's eyes shifted from the surroundings to Zhang Cheng.

But after just a brief glance, this international friend felt nothing.

"Boy, you are doomed."

Zhang Cheng could understand, so he replied, "You little fool."

However, the person on the other side couldn't understand and thought that Zhang Cheng was greeting him, so he smiled and said:

"Hello, hello."

Zhang Cheng chuckled, caught the bouncing tennis ball with his left hand, and then said in a sentence that the other side could understand:
"Hello, do you believe in light? Stupid!"

(End of this chapter)