Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 9 Penalty Act

"Game Zhao Bing, 1-1."

Relying on strong strength and experience, Zhao Bingbing won the round from Zhang Cheng without bloodshed.

"Hoohoohoo."

Zhao Bing panted heavily, looking at Zhang Cheng who was facing him with ease, his eyes became cautious

Good guy.

This young genius is indeed not simple.

But fortunately, he is clumsy, otherwise he would have lost a lot in front of his colleagues today!

It was Zhang Cheng's turn to serve.

Zhang Cheng patted the tennis ball lightly to control the rhythm.

He is now looking for his own shortcomings every time he plays, and he does not have a fatal blow on the serve.

The external spin serve is purely a surprise, and the volley serve is only a manifestation of one's own foundation.

However, with a skill as high as six points, Zhang Cheng already has a preliminary design for his serve, which can just be figured out in the past few days.

"boom."

After the ordinary serve was hit, Zhao Bing's arm on the opposite side suddenly became thicker.

"Boy, eat the master's trick, tiger!"

"Boom."

A huge explosion sounded from Zhang Cheng's feet, followed by the referee's voice.

"0-15."

"It's interesting!"

Zhang Cheng smiled slightly in his heart, this is another little experience value on the way of the king, but he doesn't know how much he can add today!
Bending his knees and swinging the racket, Zhang Cheng served the ball meticulously, perfectly reflecting his solid foundation.

Zhao Bing's face became heavy, he didn't expect that his fierce tiger didn't disturb Zhang Cheng.

This kid is too steady.

Thinking of this, Zhao Bing's right arm muscles exploded, and he swung the racket suddenly at the tennis ball.

"Boom."

Another tiger!
"0-30."

"boom."

"..."

"Game Zhao Bing, 2-1."

"Hoo hoo, good boy, don't you admit defeat yet?"

Zhao Bing supported his knees and looked at Zhang Cheng profusely with sweat.

"Serve."

It was broken!

But Zhang Cheng still had that relaxed expression, which made Zhao Bing feel a little uneasy.

"boom."

It was still a strong serve, but Zhang Cheng hit it back very easily.

After receiving the ball, Zhao Bing's face changed drastically, his wrist suddenly became stiff, and then, the ball that must be returned went out of bounds!
"0-15."

"Uncle, please step up your strength."

Looking at Zhang Cheng's kind smile, the fat on Zhao Bing's face trembled.

"boom."

"0-30."

"Out of bounds again!"

Zhao Bing's face became ugly.

Feeling the stiffness in his wrist, he looked at Zhang Cheng's kind smile.

This is no coincidence.

Around, the group of onlookers and tennis fans started whispering.

Zhao Bing's strength is not weak, and he can be ranked among the top five coaches on the second floor of the entire Blue Sky Club.

The emergence of this situation naturally surprised the group of people.

"boom."

"Game Zhang Cheng, 2-2."

At the end of the four rounds, the score was [-]-[-]. However, judging from the situation on the court, Zhang Cheng's ease and comfort formed a sharp contrast with Zhao Bing's sweating profusely.

"Uncle, it's my turn!"

There was a gleam in Zhang Cheng's smile, and then he made another basic volley serve.

"boom."

Can't move.

Zhao Bing's eyes were a little frightened.

"15-0."

"boom."

"30-0."

"..."

"Game Zhang Cheng, 3-2."

"Bastard, it's your fault!"

Zhao Bing looked ferociously at the junior high school student in front of him.

"Uncle, it's your turn to serve!" Zhang Cheng looked at him calmly.

"What happened to Zhao Bing, why was he beaten like that by a junior high school student?"

"Coach Zhao is too good, I won't practice with him in the future."

"Zhao Bing is also assigned to be on the second floor? Let's go back to the first floor and play with him!"

The surrounding discussions made Zhao Bing more ferocious, especially when he saw Zhang Cheng's relaxed and relaxed face, as if everything was under control, a wave of anger welled up spontaneously.

He is going to destroy him!
"Delayed tee."

"Twice delayed serve."

"0-15."

"0-30."

"..."

"Game Zhang Cheng, 4-2."

After all, it was not a regular game. After Zhao Bing served silently, the referee did not decide to lose the game directly, but this round still lost four points in a row over time.

"Uncle, you can choose to admit defeat."

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he directly hit the serve mercilessly.

"15-0."

"..."

"Game Zhang Cheng, 5-2."

"Delayed serve!"

"Serve..."

"asshole."

Zhao Bing's face was hideous, and his eyes were full of anger.

"go to hell."

Throwing the ball and swinging the racket is correct.

However, Zhao Bing did not intend to serve normally at all this time. From the third game, his wrist began to feel wrong, and then slowly spread all over his body. He could no longer serve. They hit Zhang Cheng with the racket.

This calm face is really annoying to him, it should look very good with blood on it!
Zhao Bing's eyes were full of fierce light.

"Boom."

The racket flew over Zhang Cheng's face, and his head was not bleeding as Zhao Bing expected.

too slow.

Even if it was taken by surprise, it was nothing more than a bloodstain on Zhang Cheng's left cheek!
"Zhao Bing, you are crazy!"

Everyone around was stunned.

Zhao Bing is not playing at all.

This is killing people.

Zhao Bing also came to his senses at this time, his face turned pale.

He knew what his action just now meant. He might not be able to play tennis in this life, and he might even spend the rest of his life in prison.

The referee next to him got off his seat, looked at Zhang Cheng's bloody left cheek and asked quickly:

"Zhang Cheng, are you okay? I'll take you to the infirmary."

After speaking, he looked directly at Zhao Bing, planning to cancel his competition results.

"No, I'm fine."

Zhang Cheng calmly wiped the blood on his cheek, then bent down to pick up the racket on the ground and looked at the referee next to him.

"What's the score? It should be one goal away!"

The referee was stunned for a moment, but still said very professionally: "0-40, you are ahead."

"Ok, I know."

Zhang Cheng walked towards Zhao Bing with the racket in his hand, handed the racket back to him, and said with a warm smile on his face:

"Go on, uncle, there is still the last ball!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and returned to his field, and smiled at the referee: "Uncle, you should also go back to your seat!"

Zhao Bing was obviously stunned for a moment. After waking up, he regretted it very much now, especially seeing that Zhang Cheng, a junior high school student, not only did not blame him, but also picked up the racket for him very kindly, he felt very uncomfortable now.

Holding a tennis ball in his hand, Zhao Bing looked at Zhang Cheng's kind face opposite him, and then turned to look at the referee.

"I……"

"Uncle, finish the game, there is only one ball left!"

A gentle smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's calm face.

Suddenly, Zhao Bing seemed to be infected, and he clenched his racket tightly.

Yes, there is one last ball left, and this kind boy cannot be sad.

Thinking of this, Zhao Bing resisted the stiffness of his body and sent out the ball.

"boom."

The speed of the ball is not fast, and Zhao Bing can't be fast either.

The smile on Zhang Cheng's face faded instantly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"boom."

The yellow tennis ball hit back quickly. Zhao Bing didn't intend to hit the ball, but he didn't know what happened. The ball hit his racket directly, and then the tennis ball bounced off.

Out of bounds.

"Game Zhang Cheng, 6-2, the game is over, Zhang Cheng wins."

Accompanied by the referee's sentence, Zhao Bing suddenly screamed, and collapsed to the ground convulsively, his limbs twisted irregularly.

A sneer curled up at the corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth, and he said in a low voice:
"Sentence Law - Total Paralysis!"

"Ding, accepting the host's self-created ball skills, it has been added to the punishment law series!"

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