Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 6

The slender silver-white bus stopped at the entrance of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School. In front of the gate, all the students who greeted them became restless.

"I'm back, Zhengxuan is back!"

Cheers jumped up, the bus stopped at the entrance of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, and then the door opened, and a slender figure got out of the bus.

"It's the Minister's "Quantum Mechanics" tensor, so handsome!"

"There is also the deputy minister, "Mind Reader" Du Fei."

"Everyone is back!"

"What a pity, I lost to Hengshui No. [-] Middle School last year, otherwise I would have entered the national competition."

Last year, under the leadership of the former minister of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, together with some of the eight candidates who had just completed the rotation, Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School went from the bottom of the city to the top four in the province.

Although he finally fell at the feet of Hengshui No. [-] Middle School, Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, which had never entered the provincial competition, was already very popular.

Of course, the most important thing is that the current minister, the tensor nicknamed "Quantum Mechanics", has grown up, which makes Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School see hope and feel that the future can be expected.

There were a total of eight candidates for the tennis club of Yangcheng No. 12 Middle School. In addition to the seven participating players, there was also a substitute, plus coaches, assistants, nutritionists, and counselors. A total of [-] people got off the bus.

All 12 of them were uniformly wearing the uniforms of the Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School Tennis Club, and the silver-gray windbreaker looked extraordinarily sharp.

"elder brother."

Zhang Ranran threw herself on the tall young man standing at the front and hung her up. She was already very tall, at 1.7 meters, but she still seemed a bit small on this young man who was nearly two meters tall.

The boy's name is Tensor.

Study the tensors of quantum mechanics.

Similarly, he is also the current head of the Tennis Department of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School.

"Come down, Ranran."

With a gentle smile on his face, Tensor gently patted his koala sister.

But obviously the effect was minimal, so Tensor didn't care about this kind of thing. Looking at the eager expressions of the surrounding group, he suddenly felt a burst of heat in his heart.

came back.

Thinking of this, Tensor turned his head to look at the coach next to him, a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses.

"Coach Shen, please excuse me."

Then, watching the coach go to appease the crowd around him, Tensor waved behind him.

"go home."

Zhang Ranran also came out of her emotions at this time, quickly jumped off Tensor, and hugged his arm with a smile.

"Brother, Sister Yuanyuan misses you."

"Oh!!!"

There was booing behind him, and tensor's sword eyebrows frowned immediately.

"Go back and practice more."

Sensing a low emotion behind him, Tensor knocked Zhang Ranran on the head directly.

"You too."

Regardless of Zhang Ranran's rebuttal, seeing that the surrounding crowd had evacuated under the guidance of Coach Shen, Tensor waved his hand and took the lead towards the tennis club.

"Did anything happen during the three months I was away?"

Tensor and the others were busy going to the scene to watch the national competition and the succession ceremony of the new and old players. Counting the time, they have not come to the school for three months.

"Of course something happened, and something big happened!"

Zhang Ranran smiled mysteriously, then let go of her arms and pushed Zhang Xin to Zhang Liang, "Let me introduce..."

Before the words fell, Tensor had already blurted out a damn sentence.

"Zhang Cheng? Did you go for surgery?"

Tensor gasped, and he couldn't calm down.

He did know some things about Zhang Cheng. He broke his hand when he failed to pursue love, and he has been depressed for a year since then.

But?

You can't give up on Tori, and be a frank person!

In the past, he thought that Zhang Cheng was pretty, and a woman would definitely look good, but this is just a thought, really?
"Brother, what are you talking about? This is my classmate, Zhang Xin, Zhang Cheng's younger sister!"

"Oh, oh, oh, sister?"

Tensor breathed a sigh of relief, sister is good!
If Zhang Cheng is really going to be a frank person, then he really can't accept it.

Zhang Ranran looked at Tensor with a strange face, and always felt that Zhang Cheng had a younger sister, which made his brother feel relieved.

"Brother, Zhang Cheng is planning to rejoin the tennis club, and he plans to become the main candidate."

As soon as this sentence was said, Tensor froze in place, and the other elected members behind him also showed strange expressions.

then.

How arrogant Zhang Cheng was to leave the tennis team!

Even if he died, even if his hands were broken, he, Zhang Cheng, would never join the tennis club again.

He was not a minister back then, but he heard it from the previous minister during the ministerial handover ceremony last month.

It would be great if Zhang Cheng was here.

This year will definitely be able to enter the national competition.

Thinking of this, the corners of Tensor's mouth twitched, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Want to join the tennis club?

Still want to be elected?
With me here, don't even think about it in this life.

"What about others?" Tensor calmly looked at Zhang Xin next to him.

"Go to the tennis club to submit the application form!" Zhang Xin bit her lip, her eyes full of worry.

"Okay, go and have a look, I also want to see how Zhang Datian joined the tennis club!"

There was a hint of coldness on Tensor's face, and then he led a group of people to walk towards the tennis club at a faster pace.

……

Tennis court number two.

Trembling, Yang Jie drew a stroke on the form in his hand, and his face was covered with cold sweat.

No. 19 pitches!
This monster is literally going to punch through the tennis court!
The boy genius he once was is back.

On the second court, Zhang Cheng was facing a girl.

Although most of the tennis courts were boys, Zhang Cheng felt that the girl in front of him was stronger than all the students he had played on the court before.

However, it is only good!

but?

Way of the King: (3/100)

Looking at this silent task, Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched. There are so many evenly matched opponents. In eighteen courses, he has not met a single one who can fight.

Turning his head, looking at Mr. Yang who was sweating profusely beside him, Zhang Cheng really wanted to have a real-life solo with him.

That's it?

But before he was given a chance to be dazed, a wind came from his ear.

Zhang Cheng counterattacked with a backhand, instantly hitting the yellow tennis ball into the corner and sideline.

"Game Zhang Cheng 4-0."

"hateful."

On the opposite side, the tall girl was 1.7 meters tall, two centimeters taller than Zhang Cheng's 1.6 meters. At this moment, the tall girl's face was covered with water stains, whether it was sweat or tears.

But Zhang Cheng could tell from her choked voice that this girl was really crying.

"Admit defeat."

After four rounds, Zhang Cheng didn't even move his footsteps, but the girl didn't win a single point. Apart from babbling, Zhang Cheng couldn't find a reason for her to persevere.

"Damn it, don't underestimate me. Beep."

The tall girl took out a yellow tennis ball from her short skirt, then threw the ball, bent her knees, and hit it instantly.

The movement was very standard, but the level was really not flattering. Zhang Cheng casually hit the ball back to the bottom corner, then returned the ball, and then hit another bottom corner.

Zhang Cheng didn't move, but the tall girl on the opposite side was swaying back and forth at the bottom corner. Judging from her two trembling snow-white thighs, she couldn't hold on for long.

"Brother, look, that's Sister Yuanyuan."

Outside the barbed wire fence on the No. [-] court, Tensor's face was a little ugly.

"minister?"

The players behind were very wise not to add fuel to the fire at this time.

"Teacher Yang, what's going on?"

Tensor pulled over Yang Jie who was seriously recording the recruitment of the tennis club, his face was a little gloomy.

"Minister Zhang, are you back?"

Yang Jie froze for a moment, then pointed to Zhang Cheng with a wry smile and said:
"The kid's going to hit twenty courts to join the tennis club."

"Ok?"

Tensor squinted his eyes and stared at Zhang Cheng on the field, his eyes full of danger.

He didn't like this kid before, relying on a little talent to be arrogant and domineering, his nostrils are on the bone.

Now, he chose to join the tennis club in this way while they were in the middle of the election, which really made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Under normal circumstances, it is basically impossible to penetrate [-] courts. After all, at least eight players are selected to occupy the eight major courts, plus some other talented second-year and third-year players. Speaking of winning, let alone Zhang Cheng, who lost to him a little bit a year ago.

"Too despicable."

Tensor gritted his teeth and looked at Gao Yuanyuan who was running back and forth on the court, and his heart was burning with anger.

"How many courts has he hit?"

"That's nineteen."

Yang Jie wiped off his cold sweat and looked into the arena, then smiled wryly: "No, there is only the last one left."

On the court, with the end of a goal, the referee next to him ruthlessly announced: "Game Zhang Cheng 5-0, serve conversion."

On the court, Gao Yuanyuan had already collapsed. She dropped her racket and squatted on the ground, groaning. She has never been wronged like this in her age. Even a professional player would let her play with her, but the person on the other side was too much. She didn't get a point.

oh oh oh.

Zhang Cheng has a big head for a while, as a well-matched opponent, how can you cry?
"Bring me my tennis bag." Tensor's face was indifferent, and flames spewed from his eyes.

"Minister, you can't do it!" the team members beside him persuaded.

Tensor took a deep breath, ready to give Zhang Cheng another chance.

"Are you still fighting?"

Looking at the opponent who had completely lost his fighting spirit, Zhang Cheng looked at the referee next to him.

"I won!"

"I don't admit defeat, huh huh."

However, Gao Yuanyuan rejected Zhang Cheng's kindness, which made Zhang Cheng frown.

But it doesn't matter, he has a way of coaxing girls.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng took out the ball directly, and hit Gao Yuanyuan's discarded racket at the speed of light, and then the tennis ball bounced onto the wire fence, rebounded again, and hit Gao Yuanyuan directly on the back of the head.

Bang.

Gao Yuanyuan couldn't faint, the game was over.

"Huh, give me my racket."

Tensor's voice was full of killing intent.

No one stopped him this time, after all, Zhang Cheng had gone too far.

Zhang Cheng took back the racket and walked out of the No. [-] court. Now, only the No. [-] court is left, and he can complete the task of enmity.

Zhang Cheng was still a little excited when he thought that the reward was Fujisuke's triple counterattack in the initial stage - flying swallows returning to the nest.

"Ok?"

Looking at the tall figure blocking him, Zhang Cheng raised his head.

This person is so tall, almost two meters tall by visual inspection, it's a pity not to play in the NBA!
"What's the matter?" Zhang Cheng felt a bit of coldness.

Tensor looked down at Zhang Cheng, and he could feel the huge change in Zhang Cheng.

But thinking that he could stabilize Zhang Cheng a year ago, now, he has become stronger.

"Tensor, head of the Tennis Department of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, researching quantum mechanics."

"Oh?"

Zhang Cheng glanced at Tensor, is this the Minister?
No wonder the body feels a little disgusted with this person, it seems that there should be some old grudges.

But he was right, he walked straight past Tensor, and a plain voice sounded:
"Zhang Cheng, you are about to join the tennis club."

"Study The Prince of Tennis!"

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