Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 95 The Last Dumpling

"Game Shangyang No. 5 Middle School, 3-[-]."

The next two rounds were basically Liu Zhimou's performances alone.

Yang Guofu and the others also took advantage of this time to rest for a while.

In the ninth game, the right to serve returned to Yang Guofu.

Although there are some bruises on the wrist, the pain is no longer felt after strenuous exercise.

"boom."

Serve, and then Yang Guofu and the others started double surfing.

On the opposite side, Liu Zhimou still chose to catch the ball, but he was intercepted by Zhou Nian at the net just after he made a counterattack.

The target was directed at Shen Ronggen. Although Liu Zhimou's speed was already very fast, after all, he had started two rounds extremely fast, and his physical exertion was also very high.

He missed the shot, so Shen Ronggen's face was distorted the moment he swung the racket.

pain.

It hurts so much.

His wrist was not only bruised, but also swollen. After all, he had endured the attacks of two people alone, and he had reached his limit.

"Snapped."

The racket fell to the ground, and the ball was not hit back after all.

"15-0."

The situation seemed to be reversed again, and the originally silent Sun Stadium burst into thunderous cheers again.

"Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, come on."

"Come on Yang Guofu, come on Anniversary."

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Although the audience was full of smiles, the atmosphere of Zhang Cheng and the others sitting in the competition booth was dull.

Tensor turned his head to look at Du Fei, with some hesitation and unwillingness in his eyes, but in the end he became firm.

But Du Fei was silent for a while and then calmly said: "Wait a minute, trust them once."

As a result, the other people present did not speak, and quietly watched the two figures galloping across the court.

"Game Yangcheng No. 4 Middle School, 5-[-], switch venues."

This round was played very hard, all four of them were in a normal state, and none of them opened the extreme way.

Physical strength is the biggest disadvantage of junior high school students, and extreme way consumes more physical strength than ball skills.

It was still a 120-second break, and Yang Guofu and the others rubbed their wrists and leaned back on the chair with their eyes closed.

Coach Shen on the side was at ease as his tool man and did not speak.

This game can only rely on themselves. Up to now, the competition is no longer about moves and physical strength, but now it depends on willpower.

Only those who stand on the court are eligible to win this game.

The 120-second rest period flew by.

As Yang Guofu and the others walked to the court again, this time it was Liu Zhimou's turn to serve.

Liu Zhimou really wanted to reactivate the extreme speed, but he really couldn't do it, so he could only use the normal form to serve and pray that the opponent would not be able to catch it.

However, he was still disappointed. Yang Guofu not only received it, but also made a heavy blow.

Liu Zhimou reacted instantly, but the moment he caught the ball, his expression changed.

This ball is wrong.

Out of the corner of his eye, Liu Zhimou actually saw the flash of scarlet aura on Yang Guofu's racket.

Extremely breathable advanced application!
"Snapped."

The racket was shot down again, but this time it was Liu Zhimou's racket that landed.

Liu Zhimou's right hand trembled a little, but he also found that the power of this ball was much smaller.

From the looks of it, even if Yang Guofu reactivated his power, his power was much smaller.

Liu Zhimou had a judgment in his heart and made a decision on how to fight next.

"boom."

When a ball was sent, Yang Guofu still chose to catch it, and Liu Zhimou, who was prepared, directly completed the free force and returned the ball.

The two seemed to be playing singles, pulling wildly near the bottom corner and sideline.

It took a long time for this ball, but with a rice cake hit smash on the anniversary, it was still Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School who won the ball.

On the sidelines, Zhang Cheng walked out with the racket and told Du Fei, "I'm going to buy a drink."

After speaking, he found a small path that no one was paying attention to and walked out.

Du Fei was taken aback for a moment, is this person nervous?Going out to warm up?

But there was a glint of relief in his eyes.

Zhang Cheng walked straight towards the vending machine. After all, he had been here several times, so he knew the location of the vending machine very well.

A live broadcast was playing in the hall, and the two commentators were spitting passionately.

"Beautiful, this smash hit him so hard he didn't know anything."

"Hey, just pull it like this, pull him to death."

"Backhand diagonal pull, then catch a slice ball, hit him, hit him!"

Zhang Cheng glanced at the live broadcast lightly, and the scene was still in balance.

Zhang Cheng can't predict the outcome of this game, but if the game continues like this, Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School should choose to abstain!
Zhang Cheng shook his head, and then he stopped thinking about such things. The next match was a singles match against No. [-].

Unfortunately, it was he who appeared.

So Zhang Cheng also bounced the ball all the way, walking all the way to the position in memory.

Purple grape juice.

Soon, a can of beverages ran out.

"Why are you here?"

Aside, a voice sounded.

Zhang Cheng turned his head, looked at Xiao Maruko's surprised expression and smiled.

"What's the matter, is this how you greet your good brother?"

"Hmph, shut up, you."

Xiaowanzi's slightly freckled cheeks showed displeasure, and then she also swept a can of orange juice and drank it.

"Zhang Cheng, have you thought about the proposal I gave you last time?"

Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Last time!

Are you talking about transferring schools?

"Well, if you join Shaoyang Sixth Middle School, you might be able to enter the national competition this year."

Maruko looked at Zhang Cheng alluringly, but her face was really not suitable for this action.

and……

Zhang Cheng thought for a while, and suddenly felt a little funny and said, "You can't even beat the second team of Shangjing Middle School, and you still want to recruit me?"

Maruko: "???"

"Don't think about it, haven't you discovered that the strength of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School this year is higher than yours?"

Zhang Cheng smiled, looked at her unconvinced face, and patted Xiaowanzi's head.

"You're talking nonsense, our Shaoyang No. [-] High School is very strong, it's just that we're unlucky."

Maruko made her final stubbornness.

However, Zhang Cheng said earnestly: "Luck is also a part of strength. Just like me, I will not be afraid of anyone I meet. This is the so-called strength."

"Hmph, although I also hope that your Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School can win today, but do you think it's okay?"

"Of course!"

Zhang Cheng was full of confidence.

"But you're already going to lose the first game!"

Xiao Maruko pointed to the monitor hanging above his head, which was also broadcasting the first doubles match on the Sun Stadium live.

The score was 5-4, Yangcheng No. 40 Middle School was at a disadvantage, and the score was also 15-[-].

In other words, Shangyang No. [-] Middle School can win the game with only one last goal left.

Zhang Cheng looked at the monitor in silence, he could see the sweat and unwillingness of Yang Guofu and the others.

However, at the same time, the firmness in Yang Guofu's eyes also entered Zhang Cheng's eyes.

"There is still a chance, and you may not necessarily lose."

"Hmph, how about we make a bet?"

Xiao Maruko rolled her eyes, and her eyes were full of cunning.

"Ok?"

"Just bet on this game, I don't think you will win."

"and then?"

"Hmph, I won and you transferred to our Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School. I lost. I will be your maid for a month."

Zhang Cheng smiled, and then said indifferently: "My good sister, you think highly of yourself too!"

"Bastard, what did you say?"

Xiaowanzi suddenly became furious, this Zhang Cheng actually looked down on her!

"For a year, you lose to be my maid for a year."

"Okay, it's a deal."

Xiao Maruko's eyes were full of surprises. It seemed that Zhang Cheng was going to become alumni with her.

She always felt that she had done a great job.

So, the two of them didn't go back, and just watched the development of the last ball here.

Both sides have already gone crazy, the physical fatigue did not bring about the depression of the will, but because of their persistence, they were extra excited.

"40-30."

"flat."

"Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School scored."

"Ping again."

For Yang Guofu and the others, this was the last ball, so they played without reservation.

For Liu Zhimou and the others, this was also the last goal, so they also fought hard.

Then, Zhang Cheng saw Yang Guofu jump up, it was a smash.

This reminded Zhang Cheng of that smash that wouldn't bounce.

Is it?

Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows and realized that this posture was wrong.

Yang Guofu's posture is very similar to the way he serves dumplings when he treats them to Malatang.

Zhang Cheng remembered that every time Yang Guofu served them dumplings, he would say one sentence:

"Whoever snatches it will get it. This is the last dumpling!"

Yang Guofu held the racket in mid-air with both hands, the racket was tilted at 72 degrees, and then a faint scarlet breath flashed past, and Yang Guofu swiped the racket down heavily.

This is an extreme top-down cutting ball that seems to be a dunk but not a dunk.

I saw the tennis ball draw a perfect arc and hit it down heavily.

this ball.

Liu Zhimou had to pick it up, otherwise the score would be tied.

So, even though the tennis ball passed by gracefully, Liu Zhimou still found a point to fight back.

"boom."

For a moment, Liu Zhimou was stunned.

The endless spin eroded wildly on his racket, and a force of continuous reversal drilled into his wrist along the net cable, all of a sudden.

"Crench."

The crisp sound is accompanied by the leap of the tennis ball.

Liu Zhimou dropped his hands and his face was covered with cold sweat.

However, Yang Guofu on the opposite side was also uncomfortable, his right wrist was completely swollen, and it was difficult to even raise his hand.

The game suddenly stopped.

Zhang Cheng and Xiao Maruko looked at each other and calmly said, "Go back, the game is over."

Xiao Maruko was stunned for a moment, she didn't see the change of that ball, she just thought the score was 5-5.

Zhang Cheng ignored her and walked straight towards the Sun Stadium.

Seeing this, Xiaowanzi had no choice but to quickly follow.

That last dumpling had already shattered the opponent's hopes.

But at the same time, Yang Guofu's own hope is also in this ball.

Whoever grabs the last dumpling will get it.

And in this game, no one wins, no one loses!

(End of this chapter)