Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 112 The Left Hand (9 more)
January NO.20.

Munich Stadium.

The sun dispelled the fog.

After a few days of gloomy weather finally improved.

On the private court, Zhang Cheng stood in the middle of the baseline, facing eight serving machines.

"boom."

With a soft sound, mustard yellow tennis balls were sprayed out from the eight serving machines on the opposite side.

Zhang Cheng's eyes were calm, and he moved sideways back and forth in front of the eight tennis balls flying towards him. Then, a jet-black aura flashed past, and all eight tennis balls were kicked back and landed on the designated position on the opposite side.

One ball and eight hits!
"not bad."

Zhang Cheng muttered, then raised his left hand.

This left hand recovered better than he had imagined. It can only be said that it is worthy of the German orthopedics department, and there is something about it.

Now, he is fully able to swing and hit the ball with his left hand, and he can even do eight hits with one ball like just now.

Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and did not stop this kind of training.

The eight ball machines on the opposite field made another burst of sound, and eight tennis balls spewed out again.

On the left hand, the racket looked very dexterous, and the jet-black breath made various shapes under Zhang Cheng's control.

Then, Zhang Cheng looked at the eight tennis balls flying and made another swing, but this time, he didn't just want to fight back.

Although the eight tennis balls were ejected from the ball machine at the same time, the timing of each tennis ball was actually different due to the lifespan.

Then, Zhang Cheng chose to use different moves to play those tennis balls.

But to his disappointment, the eight tennis balls only returned four balls under this kind of counterattack, and four tennis balls fell at his feet.

"It's a pity." Zhang Cheng sighed.

"Clap clap clap."

Next to him, a bald foreign friend walked over applauding, with words of praise that he couldn't hide:
"Amazing, I am Tefake."

"Huaguo people, you are really unbelievable."

"Coach Lucy is polite."

Zhang Cheng was not proud, but had a little more humility on his face.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, just tell the truth."

Lu Xi stared at Zhang Cheng with fiery eyes, which Zhang Cheng had only seen in Yu Renshui's eyes.

Zhang Cheng curled his lips and stopped talking, then took out a tennis ball from his pocket.

Throwing the ball and swinging the racket, the mustard tennis ball drew a strange arc and flew towards the opposite side.

"Oh, you bought Karma! Zhang Cheng, you are really awesome."

Lu Xi stood on the spot and jumped a few times, speaking in broken Chinese again, not stingy with his compliments, if he didn't know that kidnapping is illegal, he would want to carry Zhang Cheng out of here now.

Zhang Cheng and coach Lu Xi met ten days ago. At that time, Zhang Cheng just wanted to find a place where he could play seriously to try out his newly treated left hand, so he played a few games with others on this court.

At that time, coach Lucy was also bringing his students here for training.

Originally, the two sides had no intersection, but Zhang Cheng was seen by coach Lu Xi during the resumption of training.

Therefore, the coach of the tennis department of the Munich Secondary Academy felt a little itchy, and directly said a few sarcastic remarks in front of his students, which made the group of young and arrogant teenagers bear it, so they went directly to Zhang Cheng and sent a message challenge.

then.

Then this group of people was completely wiped out by Zhang Cheng alone.

So far, this coach Lu Xi has completely set his sights on Zhang Cheng. For this reason, he has deliberately learned a little bit of Chinese language in the past few days.

Also a junior high school student, Zhang Cheng is the strongest coach Lu Xi has ever seen, and he is also the most talented.

One ball and eight hits, this is an extremely terrifying tennis skill, but Zhang Cheng can actually do it to this level.

He is only 13 years old and has a bright future!

"Zhang, come to Germany to play. In the future, you will definitely have a place in the history of world rankings."

Lucy extended an invitation to Zhang Cheng again.

However, after he looked at Zhang Cheng passionately for a long time, Zhang Cheng finally shook his head.

"Maybe later!"

Zhang Cheng also has his own ideas, but currently playing elsewhere is not in his plan.

"Really don't think about it?" Lucy was a little unwilling to give up.

Zhang Cheng smiled bitterly: "Coach Lu Xi, this is already the No. 20 time you invited me, and it is also the No. 20 time I rejected you."

"So what, isn't there a saying in your Hua country that an iron rod is ground into a needle? So as long as I have perseverance, I will be able to impress you sooner or later!" Coach Lu Xi seems to have done kung fu.

In the past ten days, Coach Lu Xi saw Zhang Cheng's terrible progress with his own eyes.

Starting with one goal and one play, he improved by one goal every day on average. Until today, Zhang Cheng has been able to achieve one goal and eight strikes, which is unbelievable for Coach Lu Xi.

However, this time he saw it with his own eyes, so naturally he would not let a talented young man like Zhang Cheng go.

And he believes that with the German tennis atmosphere and strong strength, Zhang Cheng will definitely impress him.

"But I'm going back in ten days."

Zhang Cheng raised his left hand. At this moment, although the left hand holding the racket looked white and clean, it felt very powerful.

With the soft muscle lines and strong bones, one can tell at a glance that this is a superb player.

After 20 days of focused treatment, most of his left hand has recovered. Together with the sealed two-knife style and the original blue-style tennis series on his body, he has unsealed ahead of time. His one-ball eight-dozen and weird serve just now are left-handed. typed out.

"Wow? Why? Why do you want to go back? Isn't the tennis atmosphere in Germany not good? You Huaguo..."

"It's good, but I'm here for treatment. My left hand will be fully healed in ten days, and I'll be returning to China by then."

While talking, Zhang Cheng glanced at Lu Xi and said seriously: "Also, if Coach Lu Xi has time, he can go to Huaguo to have a look. The tennis atmosphere in Huaguo is quite good now."

"Walter?"

"Well, that's it, that's it for today, I still have something to do, it's time to go!"

Zhang Cheng showed a kind smile to Coach Lu Xi, then took back his racket and walked out with a tennis bag on his back.

Lu Xi looked at Zhang Cheng's back with fiery eyes.

No.

No matter what, the Chinese should stay.

Thinking of this, Lucy took out his mobile phone and made a call. After chatting for a few minutes, the coach showed a satisfied smile on his face.

……

Kayas Training Base.

In the 20-day exchange match, Li Xingyun and the others lost more than they won.

Regarding this, even though Yu Renshui knew it well, he was still full of disappointment.

The key is that the players on the opposite side are generally one or two years younger than them, which can highlight the gap!

At this moment, Yu Renshui found that his mobile phone was ringing, and when he opened it, it turned out that Zhang Cheng had sent him a message.

Yu Renshui was a little confused, since they came to Germany, they had no contact for nearly 20 days.

But when Yu Renshui opened WeChat, his expression changed instantly.

smile!

So Yu Renshui turned around and walked towards the main gate of the Kayas training base.

This boy came in time.

……

At the main gate of the Kayas Training Base, Zhang Cheng is carrying a tennis bag and looking at two bald men face to face.

There is no way, even after staying for 20 days, Zhang Cheng still has not learned the language of this country, and can only make eye contact.

I want to go in!

no! ! !

Immediately, Zhang Cheng could only send a message to Yu Renshui.

Within 10 minutes, Zhang Cheng saw Yu Renshui walking over with a smile on his face, and then skillfully communicated with the two security personnel, and then waved to Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng rolled his eyes at the two bald men, then walked over.

As soon as he entered, Yu Renshui couldn't wait to pat him on the shoulder.

"Good guy, good job!"

"What's the matter, Mr. Yu?"

Zhang Cheng was a little curious, why Yu Renshui's hair seemed to have become thinner after not seeing him for 20 days.

This reminded him of those German uncles he had met.

It seems that they are all bald!
Could it be that baldness is also contagious?
Zhang Cheng shuddered and tightened his tennis bag.

There are still ten days left, and he is about to go back. The bald head should not be his turn either!
Yu Renshui sighed, and then told Zhang Cheng about the 20-day record.

In fact, it's okay to win or lose.

But the key is that the opposite age is like a junior high school student!
"What's the matter, is there any point in that? It's just an exchange match, wouldn't it be nice to make progress by yourself?"

Zhang Cheng looked at Yu Renshui suspiciously.

"Ugh."

Yu Renshui sighed, walked with Zhang Cheng and said, "You don't understand, the exchange competition is supposed to exchange experiences, but we actually initiate it every year."

"Do you know what that means?"

"I don't know." Zhang Cheng shook his head.

"It means that our Tennis Association has to inject capital into the Kayas training base every year. Of course, on the surface they will say that this is a support fund. To be more popular, our Tennis Association spends money to find others to play exchange games, and then lose more and win less. Humiliated!"

"What's wrong? Are you swearing?"

"That's not true, it's just that I don't feel good about face."

Zhang Cheng fell into deep thought, then thought for a while and asked, "What if we lose less and win more in the exchange match?"

"In that case, it might be their turn to come to China to play an exchange match with us."

Yu Renshui's eyes were obscure.

"Oh? Do you still have to pay?"

"Damn it, you really think our tennis association will burn too much money!"

"It's your Tennis Association."

Yu Renshui: "..."

"You boy, haven't you said what you are doing here? Are your hands itchy again?"

Yu Renshui's eyes were weird, but he looked forward to Zhang Cheng.

Itchy hands are good!

Itchy hands can help them save face!
However, Zhang Cheng smiled and shook his head.

"Hands are not itchy, but they are almost healed!"

Zhang Cheng raised his left hand in front of Yu Renshui. Under the bright sun, his pale left hand looked like a work of art.

This hand doesn't look like playing tennis!
"I'll go in and have a look first, old man, go slowly."

Zhang Cheng smiled and speeded up, and soon left Yu Renshui behind.

Yu Renshui could only smile crookedly at this.

Still old people?
He is only 40 years old this year.

　Was the title of the last chapter eaten?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)