Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 77 The first stage of glory
"Do you believe in light? Stupid!"

Zhang Cheng knew that Di Jia could understand, but he didn't know if Debbie Di Jia could understand.

But he knew that he was very happy after saying this sentence.

Debbie was stunned for a moment, but as a person of faith, he quickly realized and blurted out: "I believe in the Statue of Liberty and God."

It's a pity that even God can't save you today.

Zhang Cheng shook his head, then turned and went back to the bottom corner.

As for Debbie, he continued his aristocratic demeanor that he thought was gorgeous but looked like a clown.

The game has not yet started, so it is still warm-up time.

Outside the arena, there are special VIP seats, and Yu Renshui leads a few middle-aged men with the same gray hair and high spirits standing on the stands.

"Old Yu, this kid is the one you are very optimistic about?"

On the side, Zhao Dezhu, the vice president of the Tennis Association with a general belly, rubbed his big belly and looked at Yu Renshui with a smile.

"I don't think this kid is very good! The man opposite is very strong."

After saying this, everyone except Yu Renshui nodded.

Debbie Dijia's information is much more detailed than Du Fei's.

After all, at the beginning of this year, it was a few of them who came to China as foreign students.

Debbie Dijia, who won the championship of the Junior Group of the Beautiful Country Invitational Tournament at the age of 13, has been at the top of his strength throughout the youth stage, and even as far as they know, this Debbie has initially reached a world-class level.

Although Zhang Cheng is also a genius boy, he has been decadent for a year after all, the times have changed, and he is no longer good.

Yu Renshui didn't speak, but just sneered.

A group of short-sighted people stay in the tennis association every day for the elderly, how can they find any outstanding talents?
Only he knew Zhang Cheng's strength, and that closed match was still fresh in his memory.

different dimension.

This is already the level of professional players.

A mere junior champion?
Come to ten different is hanging?

Yu Renshui thought to himself, his eyes filled with a dark and inexplicable look, then turned his head to look at the group of people and said in a deep voice:

"How about a bet?"

Zhao Dezhu and the others were stunned for a moment, then glanced at Yu Renshui with great interest and said:

"How to say?"

Yu Renshui didn't beat around the bush, and stated his intentions very directly: "I bet Zhang Cheng can keep a clean sheet against each other, and I win. The spot for the Australian Open Invitational this time belongs to me."

"Oh, Chairman Yu is too confident." Zhao Dezhu's eyes flickered.

The Australian Open Youth Invitational Tournament is to invite young people from all over the world under the age of 17 to compete. Huaguo naturally has one, and the Yangcheng Tennis Association has a place.

These days, this group of people is arguing over this quota. After all, each of these people has a group of tennis players they have trained.

However, Yu Renshui is the chairman after all, and he still has the right to decide the quota. If Yu Renshui really wants to take the quota on his own, although they will not say anything on the surface, they will definitely make some people feel uncomfortable in private. small means.

This time, if Yu Renshui is really asked to give up this quota voluntarily, of course they will be particularly excited.

"If nothing else, to gamble or not to gamble?"

Yu Renshui's eyes are full of confidence, years have brought a pair of wise eyes.

Of course, Zhao Dezhu and others would not give up this opportunity, they nodded and smiled quickly: "Of course, as long as we don't have zero seals, we will count as wins?"

"Yes, you guys win." Yu Renshui nodded.

"Okay, then it's a gamble." Zhao Dezhu quickly agreed.

Beside, the others also nodded.

As long as the remaining people lose, then this quota will be much easier for them to allocate.

The corner of Yu Renshui's mouth twitched strangely. They are all old people with fixed ideas. This time, let's see how I, Zhang Cheng, slap you in the face.

Foreign genius?

Simply ridiculous.

Next, 3 minutes before the start of the game, Ewing also walked in from the outside with his Shaoyang Sixth Middle School team.

They didn't play today, they were just watching the games of other teams in the same group.

It's just that after watching for a long time, I still found that except for Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, which is a bit of a threat to them, the other teams are really not worth mentioning.

"Hurry up, this is the fourth set!"

As soon as he sat down, Qi Yuanjia glanced at the scoreboard next to the referee.

Three sets of 6-0 really made them extra dignified.

Obviously, if there is no accident, Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School is their final opponent of Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School.

"The person opposite seems to be quite powerful. I have collected his information before."

Qi Yuanjia glanced at Debbie, then turned to Wu Hao who was at the side and said, "It's on par with you, even stronger."

Wu Hao instinctively opened his mouth and said, "Fart."

Then he thought about it, and said very coldly: "Give me three hours to warm up, I can even toughen the minister, can he do it?"

Ewing glanced at Wu Hao and didn't speak.

Qi Yuanjia just chuckled.

Only Zhou Ming looked at Zhang Cheng thoughtfully, but he also felt that Zhang Cheng would not lose.

Time passed quickly, and with the referee's announcement, the game officially started.

"In the second singles match, Zhang Cheng from Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School will face Debbie Di Jia from Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School. The set ends."

Zhang Cheng returned to the net, quietly looked at Debbie who was pretending to come back, and said with a smile, "Pro or not."

"Yes." Debbie had a confident smile on his face.

Zhang Cheng didn't speak, and then turned the racket.

With a snap, a strange smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

"It seems that you are lucky."

After speaking, Zhang Cheng went straight back to the bottom corner.

"Game Debbie vs. Zhang Cheng, at the end of the set, Debbie serves."

Debbie first greeted the audience and friends around him, and then took out a tennis ball from his pocket.

"Zhang Cheng, although my teammates lost, I will not lose."

After speaking, he bent his knees, threw the ball, and swung his racket. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, revealing a gorgeousness.

"boom."

After serving the ball, Debbie turned around and raised his hand towards the auditorium, then bowed gracefully.

however.

"boom."

A huge roar sounded at his feet, and then Debbie saw a tennis ball bounced out quickly.

So fast.

The man actually hit back his Noble serve.

"0-15."

"Hey, 6-0."

Zhang Cheng pointed to Debbie on the opposite side and announced the final result.

Immediately, Debbie became angry. He seemed to hear boos from the audience, but there were also some comforting voices.

"It's just a yellow hair, it's no shame to lose to Brother Cheng."

"You can't catch this ball."

Debbie challenged Zhang Cheng, followed by another set of graceful movements, and then the tennis ball flew over with strong rotation and irregular movement.

"The sharp thorns of roses."

"boom."

The tennis ball bounced off the ground, and then a chill came over my face.

However, Zhang Cheng smiled, without the slightest fancy, holding the racket to the ball was a heavy swing.

"boom."

There was another loud bang, but Debbie, who was prepared this time, still completed his swing, and then he realized that the ball was very heavy.

Not good.

Sensing bursts of tearing from the sweet spot of the racket, Debbie's expression changed drastically, but it was still too late.

"Snapped."

The tennis ball passed through the racket in Debbie's hand, then landed on the iron net behind it, spun wildly, and then jammed.

"0-30."

This is a low-profile light shot created by Zhang Cheng after he learned the sweet spot technique. In addition to the injection of spiritual will, how can the power of this ball be blocked by the racket.

Zhang Cheng called this ball a destroyer, also called a racket destroyer.

The audience was shocked.

Accompanied by a short silence, followed by huge cheers.

"My brother is number one in the world, who else?" This is Xiaodaimeng.

"Brother Cheng, I want to give birth to a monkey for you." This is my sister Xu Xixi.

"Brother Cheng, are you missing a pendant? If not, a plug-in is also fine!" an unknown female fan.

On the side of Shaoyang Sixth Middle School, Wu Hao's face trembled, then he thought for a while and said: "It's a good fight, but I can do it too."

Perhaps feeling the disdainful eyes of his teammates around him, Wu Hao insisted: "Give me a long time to warm up, I can knock out that little yellow hair with a single shot."

Only Ewing's heart was heavy, and his eyes were full of dignity.

Sweet spot tricks.

That's the power of concentration!

……

Debby changed a racket back in silence, then looked at Zhang Cheng and said seriously: "I admit that I underestimated you, then, I will be serious next time!"

Zhang Cheng smiled, and then said contemptuously: "Come on, use some strength, my head is not made of dough, come and smash him hard."

Immediately, Debbie's face darkened, and then, a strange light flashed across him.

Trend!

Or the first stage of brilliance, the halo.

Zhang Cheng looked at Debbie on the opposite side quietly, and saw a faint silver halo emanating from his body, and then, an inexplicable pressure came to his face.

There was silence again.

On the VIP seat, Zhao Dezhu smiled brightly, looked at the silent Yu Renshui and said with a smile: "Old Yu, don't be discouraged, after all, Zhang Datian hasn't shown his true skills yet!"

On the side of Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School, Wu Hao also stopped talking. The first stage of Dao of Radiance is comparable to Po Liu's three-dimensional skills and skills.

There is one thing to say, it seems that he really can only do it hard.

On the court, Zhang Cheng looked calmly at Debbie on the opposite side.

The first stage of Path of Glory?

However, it is still too low-level.

The halo of the first stage can only be similar to the three-dimensional skills and skills of Po Liu, and it is similar to the seamlessness of the initial awakening.

Moreover, the way of brilliance is not to greatly increase one's own strength, but to suppress the opponent's strength, swallowing the opponent's light through brilliance, and the increase for oneself is only reflected in the basic three-dimensional.

But it's a pity that he, Zhang Chengke, is also a man of great potential, and his basic three-dimensional is definitely above Debbie.

The momentum of the king's way suddenly emerged, and a golden halo appeared from behind. Although the eighteenth floor ladder had not yet appeared, the halo was already comparable to the silver halo on Debbie's body.

"This is why you are proud?" Zhang Cheng looked at Debbie and smiled.

Debbie grimaced, then went straight to his serve.

"boom."

It was still a flashy movement and skill, and then, Debbie found that the tennis ball flew back at a faster speed.

wrong.

Debbie realized something was wrong, and quickly stretched out his racket to hit the ball.

then.

"boom."

The racket was punctured again.

Debby raised his head and looked at Zhang Cheng.

On the opposite side, the faint golden halo on Zhang Cheng's body actually suppressed him!
(End of this chapter)