tennis giant

Chapter 53 Anger
Unexpectedly, time is more pressing than he imagined.

An Sheng originally thought that there should be some time before the start of the selection competition, but in fact, when he went back that night, he found that an official notice had been issued on the club's website.

The start time of this trial is set for this weekend, and there are only two days left before the start of the competition.

Such a situation made An Sheng a little worried, because in such a short period of time, it was obviously not enough for him to raise his attributes to the peak of stage 50.

However, for the qualifiers, An Sheng is still very confident. Unless his luck is really bad and he has encountered some hidden master, otherwise, with his current strength, he should not have any trouble.

As for the main game, because he has not played against the members of the club team, An Sheng is not sure about their strength. However, An Sheng also believes that his current strength should at least be on the same level as them, even if his strength may not be the same. It will be slightly weaker, but it will definitely give it a try.

Soon, two days are fleeting.

It is worth mentioning that compared with the previous training competition, the number of applicants for this selection competition has been greatly increased, and the total number has reached nearly 150 people.

The main reason is that the trials are held on weekends, which allows many members to spare time.

Coupled with the competition system and format of the trials, it is quite formal, which makes many people want to experience it.

And even when it was the match day, An Sheng did not relax his training. Instead, he seized the time even more and tried to improve his strength as much as possible.

Of course, with the experience of participating in the training match last time, An Sheng deliberately arrived an hour earlier, arrived at the arena around 8 o'clock, and completed the sign-in.

"quiet."

Suddenly, An Sheng was somewhat surprised to hear a familiar voice, turned around to look for it, and sure enough, he saw his sister An Ran, who was squeezing through the crowd.

"Sister, why are you here?"

"Of course I came to watch the game, to cheer you on."

"But sister, are you alone? How did you get in?"

"Whee!"

Smiling, An Ran took out a yellow card from his bag. An Sheng glanced at it and found that it was actually a temporary pass for the Guanhao Club.

"Sister, where did you get this?"

"Who else? It's not just him."

An Ran suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the distance.

An Sheng looked in the direction, and Chen Feiyang was walking towards them unsteadily.

"Ok."

An Sheng no longer struggled, although he felt a little strange, in the Guanhao Club, Chen Feiyang seemed to be too supernatural, and there was almost nothing that could hinder him.

And just before the start of the match, Xia Yutong arrived at the venue on time, obviously also to cheer An Sheng on.

In this way, although the number of An Sheng's "refueling group" is small and shabby, it can be regarded as gathered.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the qualifiers officially started, but due to the large number of participants, An Sheng still waited for nearly half an hour before he was finally arranged.

But his first opponent was a rich middle-aged man whose strength was obviously not very good.

"Young man, friendship comes first, competition comes second, you have to give me a break, don't hit me so hard!"

An Sheng nodded his head dumbfounded. The opponent was very self-aware, and he came to this match purely for entertainment, and he was in a very good mood.

This actually roughly reflects the fact that, after nearly two months of intensive training, An Sheng's figure has changed from the previous fragile "thin bamboo pole" image, and has the demeanor of a professional athlete.

This made the opponent, the middle-aged uncle, know that An Sheng's tennis skills are not bad just by looking at An Sheng's image, and he admits to being cowardly before the game starts.

As for the result of the game, there was no suspense. The strength of this middle-aged uncle was similar to that of Song Jinhui, who had played with An Sheng back then. He was very amateur.

6 to 0, the score was clean and tidy.

It wasn't that An Sheng wanted to humiliate the other party on purpose, he had to give the other party a duck egg, but because the gap between the two sides was too big, he was already letting the water go, but the other party still couldn't win the next round.

"Yes! Ansheng, keep going!"

Seeing An Sheng's easy victory, An Ran was very excited, shouting and jumping happily.

But beside her, Chen Feiyang and Xia Yutong were very quiet, with expressions of understanding.

"Hey, An Sheng's strength has really improved a lot. This qualifier, for him, probably has no difficulty."

"Ah."

Xia Yutong agreed with Chen Feiyang's statement.

But in fact, her thinking is far from that. She even thinks that with An Sheng's current strength, there are few people in their entire Guanhao Club who can defeat him.

"Come on, An Sheng, I really want to know where your limit is."

Looking back, An Sheng soon ushered in his second opponent. This time, the opponent was a relatively normal young player with a strong figure and the demeanor of a professional athlete.

The most important thing is that this contestant is still quite confident. When he shook hands and greeted at the beginning, he threatened to make An Sheng look good.

But in the end, he got a duck egg given to him by An Sheng. Not only that, An Sheng didn't even let the opponent get a single point in the whole game, which was very "cruel".

In the following games, An Sheng was almost like this. No opponent could pose a slight threat to him. Even in the semi-finals and finals later in the game, it was the same. He still won the opponent by a big score.

As a result, An Sheng also won the championship of this qualifier. Although this championship is not of any real significance, there is no bonus, and it will not help tomorrow's main match, but he is still very happy. After all, it's his first time, which makes sense.

"Hey, Anson."

Just after the game ended, An Sheng was about to walk towards An Ran and the others, but suddenly he heard someone calling him from behind, and when he looked back, he was very surprised.

"Tianbin, long time no see."

An Sheng hadn't seen him for a while, or in other words, since Hu Tianbin joined the club team, they had no contact with each other.

"An Sheng, let me introduce you. The one next to me is Coach Sun's big disciple and my current big brother. The player currently ranked 81st in CTA, Lu Weiqiang."

"Brother Qiang, his name is An Sheng, and he was my training partner before."

Hearing Hu Tianbin's words, An Sheng felt a little uncomfortable. It's okay to change the address, but he still pointed out the word "partner training", which is a bit wrong.

"Hehe, let me just say, it turns out that I was your training partner before, and I have some strength. However, with this little ability, I can only use it in the preliminaries. When it comes to tomorrow's main match, hehe, I can't bear it." In the first round, I think he couldn't even get through."

"you······"

An Sheng was angry when he heard it, but he still endured it, turned around and left without saying anything.

"Hehe, he has quite a temper! Let me tell you, Tian Bin, a person like him is not going to be successful, he has no skills, and he still pretends to be a boss. If I meet him tomorrow, he will have to be tortured to death. "

"..."

Indistinctly, An Sheng heard them talking about it, which made him feel a fire in his heart. It's fine if I don't meet you tomorrow, but if I do, I have to let you see. Who abused who!
(End of this chapter)