Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 81 The Dark Horse
The next day is December NO.16.

Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School didn't have a match today, but Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School, an old rival, did.

Zhang Cheng went to watch the games of the other two teams in Group A first, and then went to Hall C.

But what surprised him was that when he came to the spectator seats, he felt that Du Fei's face became a little dignified.

Zhang Cheng looked up at the scoreboard next to the referee, and was immediately stunned.

The two doubles matches have already finished one set, and the second set is almost over.

6-3, 5-4.

And the one who was at a disadvantage turned out to be Shaoyang No. [-] High School, and it had already lost a game.

"boom."

"The game is over, and Shangyang No. 6 High School won with a score of 4-[-]."

Zhang Cheng frowned, he didn't expect that Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School lost to Shangyang No. [-] Middle School in the golden doubles match.

Could it be that this team is actually a dark horse?
"It's Xintong. Both groups of doubles from Shangyang No. [-] Middle School have reached the stage of Xintong."

Du Fei was recording something in his hands, but his words were full of dignity.

Xintong, in the third stage of doubles, apart from the basic improvement, it is already considered world-class.

With the doubles level of Shangyang No. [-] Middle School, it's hard to say that they can't be a dark horse this year.

Now, depending on their singles level, they might be able to beat Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School, the champion of last year's city competition.

"It's hard."

Du Fei shook his head and said: "If nothing else happens, Wu Hao will be the third singles player next, and Feng Yuxiu will be the second singles number two, and Ewing should be the last to play, so Feng Yuxiu is the most important one." people."

Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School changed their formation this time, and Qi Yuanjia was placed on doubles No. [-] to form a team with Zhou Ming.

As for Qian Zhuangzhuang, he is in conflict with Wu Hao. After all, they are both powerful players, and Qian Zhuangzhuang is not as strong as Wu Hao.

So if Shaoyang No. [-] High School wants to advance successfully, Feng Yuxiu is definitely the easiest point to break through.

"Don't you have any information about these people?"

Zhang Cheng was a little curious. After all, as a data tennis player, Du Fei should have everyone's information.

"This is where the surprises come in!"

Du Fei turned his head to look at Zhang Cheng, doubts arose in his eyes for the first time.

"In my information, the representative team of Shangyang No. [-] Middle School should not be this group of players. Except for the coach, I don't know any of these people, as if they appeared out of thin air."

"Appeared out of thin air?"

Zhang Cheng frowned instinctively, and suddenly thought of what Yu Renshui said yesterday.

Is it?

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng squinted his eyes and looked at the players' bench at Shangyang No. [-] Middle School.

Sure enough, just as he thought, the coach at Shangyang No. [-] Middle School was not even as good as a tool person. Instead, when the players came down, they handed over the water with a flattering face.

Not right.

This group of people is not from Shangyang No. [-] Middle School.

This wave was actually an excuse to lay eggs.

There are teams from other regions coming ahead of time to compete for places.

"Ewing and the others are in danger."

Zhang Cheng sighed, looking at Ewing and the others with pity.

"You should worry about us first." Situ rolled his eyes aside.

"Don't forget, if Shaoyang No. [-] High School is eliminated today, then we will probably play against them in the final."

"Two sets of Xintong doubles, do you think we have something to play?"

At the doubles level, in fact, Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School can only compete with Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School in [-]-[-]. Last time, it was completely suppressed by a strategy.

But under such circumstances, the opponent actually played 6-4, which was almost an overwhelming situation.

So, can it only rely on singles?
Zhang Cheng thought about it, and besides himself and Tensor, none of this group of people seemed to be able to secure victory.

Situ, Zao Wou-ki, and Zong Man were all too young, and Gao Sheng was not physically strong enough.

Du Fei and Jiang Chen are doubles.

Thinking about it this way, they are actually quite uneasy.

"Ahem, ahem, for doubles, before the finals, Jiang Chen and I should be able to perfect one more wave. By then, we will definitely not be inferior to the opponent's Xintong."

Du Fei raised his hand beside him and interjected.

So, they still have a chance!

"If I play, I won't lose." Situ said with firm eyes.

Zhang Cheng smiled and stopped talking, and turned to look at Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School.

There were still 3 minutes before the start of the singles No. [-] match, but Qi Yuanjia had already left there and walked towards the next court.

Singles No. [-] Wu Hao.

Obviously, Wu Hao was warming up, while Qi Yuanjia was going to shake people.

Zhang Cheng felt that things were not that simple. Where did this group of people in Shangyang No. [-] Middle School get the news about the reform of the national competition quota?
And it's so fast!

Is it really from the capital?

That's really greedy!

As Wu Hao walked over from the nearby court with his whole body full of heat, the match of singles No. [-] was about to start.

"Singles No. [-] match is between Liu Jiang from Shangyang No. [-] Middle School and Wu Hao from Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School. The set ends."

Wu Hao and Liu Jiang came to the China Open at the same time to guess right. The moment the two looked at each other, sparks shot out and the fighting spirit was high.

"Yes." Wu Hao didn't say any nonsense.

This is a game of life and death, and he must win.

Liu Jiang looked at Wu Hao with a smile, but there was a hint of disdain in the depths of his eyes.

People in small places still want to participate in the national competition?
Spicy chicken!

As the racket landed, Wu Hao walked to the hair-receiving line with a sullen face, while Liu Jiang picked up the racket and walked to the bottom corner with a satisfied face.

"Hey, you have to see clearly."

Liu Jiang tossed the ball with a smile on his face, and as the cyan light flashed past, the mustard yellow tennis ball landed at Wu Hao's feet and rolled out.

So fast!

The shot was faster than a serious Goldman Sachs Sonic serve.

"15-0."

Wu Hao felt his body became a little stiff, and the opponent was a speed player, which was a challenge for him.

"This ball, I can slow down a bit."

Liu Jiang still spoke provocative words, then tossed the tennis ball high and swung his racket down again.

No tricks at all, just pure speed.

"30-0."

Zhang Cheng turned his head and glanced at Goldman Sachs. Speed ​​players are not common. Goldman Sachs is the first one he has seen, and this Liu Jiang is the second one.

Wu Hao, it's dangerous.

"boom."

"Game Liu Jiang, 1-0, swap venues."

Four consecutive ultra-high-speed serves, Wu Hao didn't even realize that the first round was over.

ace!

The two passed by each other, and Liu Jiang's mouth curled into a wicked smile and said, "Put harder, maybe your eyes will be able to keep up with my racket."

hateful.

Wu Hao clenched his teeth, this was the second time he hated someone so much.

The first one is Zhang Cheng, and this ratio is as annoying as that Zhang Cheng.

Even the way of speaking is the same yin and yang.

Wu Hao took a deep breath, the second game was his serve, and he won this game!
speed?

In the face of absolute power, it is all paper.

"Watch me smash your racket."

Wu Hao spewed a scarlet aura all over his body, and then he threw the tennis ball high, wrapping the racket with a majestic aura of strength, and then swung it down vigorously.

The roar of the fighter.

"boom."

With a roar like an explosion, the tennis ball hit the hair-receiving line and bounced explosively.

Liu Jiang smiled strangely from the corner of his eyes, and then, the pitch-black breath wrapped around the racket, and he swung it towards the bouncing tennis ball.

Easy.

The huge power on the tennis ball dissipated instantly, and then with a flash of jet-black light, the tennis ball returned to Wu Hao's court.

Lift weights lightly.

This is an extremely clever technique for controlling power.

Zhang Cheng will also, even stronger than this Liu Jiang.

It's just that in terms of the current situation, Wu Hao doesn't seem to be an opponent.

The breath of double poles versus the breath of double poles.

One side is scarlet and black, and the other is dark blue and black. Generally speaking, Wu Hao is still at a disadvantage.

"boom."

"Game, Liu Jiang, 2-0."

Wu Hao was broken and lost a point in his own serve.

Moreover, Liu Jiang, who has learned the technique of lifting weights with ease, is not afraid of Wu Hao's extreme strength. Coupled with his extreme speed, Wu Hao's defeat is certain.

At Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School, everyone's expressions were extremely gloomy.

Especially Qi Yuanjia, in his data, this group of people does not exist at all.

If the fight continues like this, it is very likely that their Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School will be beaten five to zero, and that would be really embarrassing.

Thinking of this, Qi Yuanjia glanced at the expressionless Ewing.

Perhaps, he is the only one here who can guarantee a safe game.

"Game Liu Jiang, 5-0, swap venues."

Wu Hao sat on the chair with a heavy heart. He originally wanted to imitate Zhang Cheng by covering himself with a towel and closing his eyes.

But he can't.

Turning his head, Wu Hao looked at his teammates and coaches.

Although there is no interference outside the field, the coach can provide technical support.

"Don't be afraid, finish this game in your own way."

The coach of Shaoyang Sixth Middle School smiled gently.

He wouldn't blame Wu Hao and the others, after all, some things should be borne by themselves.

Wu Hao nodded. Although Liu Jiang on the opposite side restrained him in every way, he would use his own way to win the match.

120 seconds passed by.

Afterwards, Wu Hao walked up with firm steps.

In the sixth game, he served.

Lightly patted the tennis ball twice, looking at the casual look on the other side, a trace of anger flashed in Wu Hao's eyes.

toss.

The scarlet breath spewed out again.

Afterwards, Wu Hao jumped up, lifted his lower body, exerted force on his waist, and then the veins on his right arm exploded, and he swung down the racket with extreme speed.

"boom."

This ball surged like a flame.

But obviously, Wu Hao's face turned pale after serving the ball.

"boom."

Smoke billowed, and then the mustard tennis ball bounced with a hint of burnt yellow.

Liu Jiang smiled and continued to use his strength, and the skill of lifting weights as lightly as possible is also very good.

however.

The moment he caught the ball, Liu Jiang's expression changed.

This ball wasn't pure strength, the two alternate and unknown strange sensations from the tennis ball made his arm go numb for an instant.

Then, a violent hiss sounded from the sweet spot of the racket, and then all the net cables burst in an instant.

"15-0."

At the same time, Liu Jiang's racket broke a big hole.

The scorched yellow tennis card stopped on the iron net.

(End of this chapter)