Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 97

"Shh, don't abstain!"

……

"It's too arrogant, it's really too arrogant. This Zhang Cheng has insulted the harmony and friendship of tennis. I suggest that he be disqualified from the competition."

Zhao Dezhu couldn't sit still anymore, what did he~~ what did he see?
A junior high school student played a different-dimensional game?

How can this fucker let others play?
How the hell did his Xin Zhao become a big star?
No.

This Zhang Cheng must die!
"idiot."

Yu Renshui glanced at Zhao Dezhu, his eyes were full of indifference.

A group of moths are worthy of saying such things?

That is to say, the laws of the country of Hua are majestic, otherwise this bastard would have died [-] times earlier!
"Yu Renshui, what are you talking about?"

Zhao Dezhu stood up and glared at Yu Renshui, with eyes that chose to devour someone.

"Watch the game."

Yu Renshui ignored him.

……

Zhang Cheng's first goal scared some people, including Yu Yan on the opposite side.

Seeing Zhang Cheng throwing the glowing tennis ball again, Yu Yan's heart skipped a beat.

this ball?

Will he take it or not?

However, with his eyes slightly tilted, he saw Zhang Cheng's eyes full of sarcasm, and suddenly, courage gushed out.

Holding rackets with both hands, Yu Yan swung vigorously at the bouncing tennis ball.

The pitch of black steel covered the sweet spot of the racket, and the powerful light hit the ball head-on.

It was the oppression of the familiar spiritual will again, which made Yu Yan a little delirious.

too strong.

Although Yu Yan tried his best to hit the ball back, he smashed another ball back.

"boom."

The pitch thumps.

A series of deep pits made Yu Yan's half court devastated.

"1-0."

"Swap venues."

"2-0."

"3-0, switch venues."

Yu Yan had no power to fight back. Taking advantage of the 120 seconds of rest, he sprayed the spray on his wrist.

His wrists in both hands were red and swollen, which was simply not enough to support him to finish the next game.

"Abstain, Yu Yan."

The original coach of Shangyang No. [-] Middle School looked at Yu Yan with some unbearable eyes.

Originally, he didn't intend to talk, after all, these players from the capital didn't like him at all.

But looking at Yu Yan's miserable appearance, although the coach felt a bit of perverted pleasure, he couldn't bear it.

So brutal.

He's still just a kid!

"Shut up, even if I die on the court, I, Yu Yan, will not abstain."

Yu Yan's eyes burst into flames.

He can't abstain. If he abstains, he will cast a layer of dust on his tennis heart.

In that way, his tennis career is over, which is unacceptable to him.

A broken hand can be healed in Germany, but once the heart of tennis is dusted, it will be irreversible damage.

Moreover, as soon as Yu Yan thought of Zhang Cheng's arrogant appearance, he knew that if he abstained, he would be mercilessly laughed at by Zhang Cheng.

In fact, he thought too much.

Even if he didn't abstain, Zhang Cheng would still laugh at him!
On the other side, Zhang Cheng covered himself with a towel and his mind moved slightly. He just turned off the unblocking time of mental power. After all, this can save 2 minutes.

So, Zhang Cheng asked classmate Xiao Wang how long he had been sealed this time.

"3 minutes."

Yes, only 3 minutes.

The average game is 1 minute, that's how fast it is.

After all, each of Zhang Cheng's balls ended within two balls, and it was only seven or eight balls in one round, so it was naturally faster.

That being said, he could actually survive for more than three minutes after beating Yu Yan.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng suddenly felt that this Yu Yan was really worthless.

On the coach chair some distance away, Tensor rested his chin and looked at Zhang Cheng quietly.

Knew it!
This is way too deep.

Fortunately, he is also smart.

The audience was silenced by Zhang Cheng, and that extreme exaggeration simply refreshed the audience's worldview.

In the major live broadcast rooms, the bullet screens are constantly brushing, and the most common ones are:

Do you believe in light?
They actually saw the light in Zhang Cheng's tennis ball.

That is the light of Yangcheng.

……

The 120-second rest period flew by.

Zhang Cheng walked towards the court with a smile on his face, and even greeted Yu Yan kindly when he saw him.

"Don't give up!"

"Damn things."

A cold light flashed in Yu Yan's eyes.

However, he also knows that his general situation is over, and his current thinking is how to ensure that he will not be injured in the next three games, but will not give up the game.

In the fourth game, Yu Yan served. The swelling of his wrist prevented him from serving with a slight arc, so he could only complete the serve with the most common flat stroke.

Then, a light appeared in front of Yu Yan's eyes, followed by a loud clapping sound.

"boom."

The tennis ball hits.

But Yu Yan couldn't connect.

"0-15."

"Hey, where's your speed? Can you hide your clumsiness in this situation?"

Seeing Yu Yan give up fighting back, Zhang Cheng immediately showed a hint of sarcasm.

As a result, the audience around them all became lively and began to follow the rhythm.

"Yu Yan, go down, you can't catch this ball."

"Outsider, the water in Yangcheng is very deep, you can't grasp it."

"Hey, I'm so angry, it's too boring to have zero seals."

"As long as Yu Yan dares to stretch out his racket, I~~~I will blow him out!"

……

Endless cynicism entered Yu Yan's ears, even though he thought he could hold his breath, he was still a little angry.

"Come on, break my right hand."

Zhang Cheng straightened his racket and pointed it at him.

"It's too arrogant, it's really too arrogant, this Zhang Cheng must be banned from the game, this person is destroying the friendship between Yangcheng and Beijing, and affecting the peace of Huaguo~~"

"Shut up, you idiot!"

Yu Renshui stared at Zhao Dezhu fiercely.

It's really getting more and more presumptuous. Yu Yan and the others can replace the original players of Shangyang No. [-] Middle School. Zhao Dezhu is definitely the first-class player.

Do you really think he or someone else doesn't know anything?
Sooner or later he's going to wipe out the moths.

"Humph."

A weird atmosphere lingered in the entire VIP seat, but it was calm for a while.

"Game Zhang Cheng, 4-0."

Off the field, Yu Yan couldn't stand it anymore.

He couldn't lift his right hand anymore, and that kind of luminous tennis was beyond the reach of a junior high school student. This Zhang Cheng was outrageous.

Back then, he wasn't that strong back then!

Is it?

Really want to abstain?

Yu Yan was lost in thought.

But Zhang Cheng didn't mean to show mercy at all.

The four hits were extremely powerful, and the light hit the ball with special effects directly blasted over. Yu Yan only caught the first ball, but the racket was directly smashed and scattered all over the ground.

He had no desire to catch the next three balls, allowing Zhang Cheng to score with an ace directly.

"5-0."

"Swap venues."

Yu Yan fell into a big crisis.

"Woohoo, it's so easy, why hasn't the right hand been broken?"

Zhang Cheng's slightly sarcastic voice hurt Yu Yan's heart.

However, Yu Yan was speechless.

The competition seats at Shangyang No. [-] Middle School were dead silent. Except for the Double Happiness team who had already gone to the side court to warm up, everyone else's expressions were extremely gloomy.

Lost.

The minister lost.

And it was lost in this almost crushing way.

There is one more round, can the minister lose better?

Yu Yan almost collapsed on the chair, and his idea was also very simple, that is to lose better.

At the very least, the audience should not feel that he has given up fighting back, even if he just pretended to catch it, expressing his determination in tennis.

Soon, the two of them returned to the court, and the entire court had been bombarded by Zhang Cheng's light shots, making it a mess.

Fortunately, I can still play, but the next break may have to be extended by an hour.

Yu Yan patted the tennis ball lightly twice, resisting the tingling pain in his wrist, and released the ball.

The tennis ball barely crossed the net, and then another bright light came on.

Having already made a decision, he quickly inspired the extreme speed, and swung the racket with an invisible speed.

Then, Yu Yan saw a hole in the sweet spot of his racket, and the ball went straight through!

The point is, Yu Yan didn't feel the unstoppable power of this ball at all, and even his steel force couldn't resist the penetrating power of the ball.

This ball!

It seems to have evolved!
On the opposite side, Zhang Cheng showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Not bad, the effect of incorporating the red lotus into the light hitting the ball is stronger than he imagined.

This kind of incomparable penetrating power can't be resisted even by the force of steel known for its defense.

Moreover, Zhang Cheng saw with his own eyes that although his ball also hit the marble behind him, it was not as powerful as an explosion. Instead, it directly plunged into it, very restrained, and its strength was completely concentrated.

really interesting.

Works great for rackets.

"0-15."

Yu Yan changed another racket silently. After seeing this scene, Zhang Cheng felt that the driver uncle was busy again.

"boom."

Serve again.

Then there was a flash of strong light mixed with wisps of pitch-black forces.

Not good.

Yu Yan knew that after this ball, his racket was gone again.

However, if he doesn't answer, he will be looked down upon by others, and even after the video of the game is spread to the capital, he will not be able to hold his head up.

So, Yu Yan tilted the racket, pulled it up with extreme speed, and directly hit the ball with the metal frame of the racket.

This also caused the ball to bounce out of control and directly into the sky, and his right hand made a crunching sound.

Zhang Cheng leaped high, with his back against the sun, like a god.

"boom."

A huge blow sounded, and the tennis ball hit Yu Yan in front of him.

Instinctively, Yu Yan blocked the racket in his abdomen, and then he was directly blasted out by Zhang Cheng's ball.

"0-30."

"Minister~~"

The contestants at Shangyang No. [-] Middle School exclaimed.

Their minister was sent back with a pained expression on his face.

"I am fine."

Yu Yan's face was pale, and his abdomen felt a little tingling, but he stood up tremblingly and walked into the court.

At this moment, the proud young man looked at Zhang Cheng with complicated eyes.

"Why don't you abstain?"

Zhang Cheng quietly gave an immature suggestion.

"Asshole, you are too deceitful."

"Zhang Cheng, don't you go too far?"

"Quiet."

The referee directly stopped Li Daobin and the others from being irritable, and turned to look at Yu Yandao:
"Continue to play or forfeit?"

"continue."

So, the referee stopped talking and returned to the high chair.

Last two goals left.

(End of this chapter)