Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 63 Absolute Announcement
"boom."

"Game Zhang Cheng, 4-0."

With four big bang serves, Zhang Cheng directly won his serve.

Qi Yuanjia on the opposite side shook his hands to ease the impact of the force.

The power fluctuates between 5-5.5, and the data is revised again.

"Hey, how long will it take?"

Zhang Cheng pointed his racket at Qi Yuanjia, with a smile on his face.

"Before Du Fei used the time layout of five rounds, how about you, also want five rounds?"

Qi Yuanjia ignored Zhang Cheng, he was very calm now, all of Zhang Cheng's data was about to be stored in his mind, at most one round, after one round, the victory of this game belonged to him.

To his serve.

Still relying on the data memory in his mind, Qi Yuanjia hit a ball that looked like a dead corner.

But it was useless, as Zhang Cheng took a step forward, the serve that had fallen into a dead corner happened to fall into the racket.

Spin, start again.

Zhang Cheng looked at Qi Yuanjia on the opposite side with some doubts. What he was more curious about was, even if he had collected all his data, how would he crack his Zhang Cheng domain.

You know, as long as Zhang Cheng operates in Zhang Cheng's domain, Zhang Cheng will have no dead ends.

Unless, the opponent's skill surpasses him, counteracts the spin applied to the ball, or breaks with a strong force, or breaks through with lightning speed.

However, as far as Zhang Cheng knew, Qi Yuanjia on the opposite side was not even as good as Zhang Cheng in other aspects except his first-hand skills.

Of course, maybe his skills are really not inferior to Zhang Cheng as Du Fei said.

"boom."

The two continued to bombard the tennis balls, Qi Yuanjia still showed his aura of skill, so Zhang Cheng did the same.

The pitch-black tennis balls passed back and forth on both sides, but Zhang Cheng didn't move, while Qi Yuanjia ran back and forth.

"This is the time."

Qi Yuanjia's eyes flashed, and then he adjusted the angle and hit a powerful cutting ball.

"呲呲呲."

The ball hit the center net, and the violent friction stopped the ball on the net.

Then, a surprising scene happened.

The tennis ball rolled towards the net and landed on Zhang Cheng's side of the court.

"15-0."

Qi Yuanjia finally showed a smug smile. For this ball, he took advantage of Zhang Cheng's super spin on the ball, and then used his strength to hit a powerful cutting ball.

This trick, he called it, ants climbing a tree!

This is how he cracked Zhang Cheng's domain.

However, it was too difficult to perform this move. Qi Yuanjia had to collect data from four rounds before he was able to perform this move with confidence.

Zhang Cheng smiled, and it was really interesting, as expected of a man whose skills were equal to his.

"continue."

Next, Zhang Cheng still opened up Zhang Cheng's field, and after hitting a few balls back and forth, Qi Yuanjia made another movement of cutting the ball.

"boom."

Ants on a tree.

"30-0."

"boom."

"40-0."

With the last goal, Qi Yuanjia will be able to get his first point, and his data memory is almost corrected.

Next.

Zhang Cheng will not score a single point!
off the field.

The live broadcast room of Yangcheng Newspaper was a little quiet.

As Zhang Cheng's fans, this group of people seemed to have noticed something was wrong.

My sister is so big: "It's okay, it's just one round. My brother Cheng is generous, and I don't want zero seals to hurt the harmony of the two schools."

Boxing champion Li Qing: "Indeed, the [-] million special effect hasn't been released yet? What's the rush?"

word Hao Da: "It deserves it, Zhang Cheng is already at the end of his rope."

My sister is so big: "Upstairs, your money is gone."

I am Li Liang: "One thing to say, why does Brother Cheng insist on playing that kind of ball?"

Immediately.

The place was quiet again.

All of them, dry Li Liang!

……

Zhang Cheng looked at Qi Yuanjia's confident look with a smile on his face. Following the pitch-black serve, Zhang Cheng continued his backspin.

a ball.

two goals.

Soon, Qi Yuanjia on the opposite side had a confident smile on his face, and then calmly said:

"Two goals."

He's going to score after two goals!

Zhang Cheng also laughed, and then said to Qi Yuanjia:

"Two goals!"

But he was talking about scoring himself.

Fans who are familiar with Zhang Cheng will understand the preview of the reappearance of tennis.

As a result, the live broadcast room became lively again, except for Li Liang who was given a seven-day silence package.

"I bet my brother Cheng scored after two goals."

"Add me upstairs."

"Brother Cheng's 18-year-old fan finally reappeared in the preview tennis."

Even the little daimeng outside jumped up excitedly.

At that time, she was the one who helped her brother fight against the Confucianism after that match and maintain his invincible image online.

"Really two goals?" Zhang Ranran looked puzzled.

"Really two goals." Xiaodumeng nodded seriously.

It means that Du Fei is not here, otherwise, he would have to record something in his little notebook.

The milky white aura was suddenly wrapped in the jet black aura, and Zhang Cheng watched the jet black tennis ball fly towards him and delivered a heavy blow.

This is the first time he has used the limit of tempering and extreme aura to cooperate. It seems that he has a new research direction.

"One ball."

The audience shouted.

Qi Yuanjia's eyes were full of confidence, and then he reproduced the posture of cutting the ball, and then swung his racket violently.

"Two~"

Not right.

Qi Yuanjia's complexion changed drastically.

For the ball just now, the power and spin have been doubled.

This ball, something went wrong!
"Two goals."

Outside, the audience shouted in unison.

"呲呲呲."

The violent friction even created smoke, and a scorched black patch appeared where the tennis ball touched.

Then, with the spin, the tennis ball is still rolling upwards, but this time, the ball is very fast, and then flies into the sky.

Zhang Cheng turned his back and didn't need to look at it at all.

The conditions for the use of ants climbing trees are extremely harsh, which is based on the data collected by Qi Yuanjia.

But when the data changes dramatically, that move becomes an unfinished turnover.

"Da da da."

The mustard tennis ball fell from the sky and landed on Qi Yuanjia's side of the court.

"40-15."

Following Wu Gang's sentence, the audience burst into loud cheers.

two goals.

Only two goals.

This is Zhang Cheng's preview tennis.

Sister Hao waved her hand, and all arrows were fired in the live broadcast room.

"Damn, this shot is very handsome."

Looking at Qi Yuanjia on the opposite side, Zhang Cheng suddenly felt more enlightened.

It was a realization of the other door of selflessness, of the limits of brilliance.

Using the judgment and calculation made by the brain on the collection of data on the field, establish a simulated game for the upcoming game, and make an absolute prediction with the fastest way to win.

In fact, just like Qi Yuanjia was collecting his data, Zhang Cheng also collected Qi Yuanjia's data in the game, and it may be more real than the opponent.

This preview.

Obviously, Qi Yuanjia failed, but Zhang Cheng succeeded!

But Zhang Cheng was not completely successful. After all, he didn't make an announcement before the start.

"Four balls."

Zhang Cheng made another announcement.

Qi Yuanjia was a little annoyed, and stared at Zhang Cheng sharply.

Four balls?

Watch me break your absolute trailer.

"boom."

A powerful spinning ball is sent out.

Then, the audience shouted again: "One goal."

"boom."

Zhang Cheng fought back.

"Two goals."

The violent spin flew to the bottom corner, this time it was Qi Yuanjia's turn to fight back.

The pitch-black breath wrapped the racket, and Qi Yuanjia hesitated for the first time in his heart.

Whether to continue to spin the ball and the ants go up the tree, or to slightly counteract the spin and weaken Zhang Cheng's strange field.

Then, when the tennis ball came flying, Qi Yuanjia instinctively swung his racket.

"boom."

"Three goals."

The strong spinning ball flew over, and Zhang Cheng made a pose that Qi Yuanjia was very familiar with.

That is?

Not bad.

With a bang, the tennis ball hit the center net and rolled towards it.

Ants on a tree.

Fourth ball.

Qi Yuanjia instinctively wanted to rush to the China Open, but he realized it was too late!
"40-30."

"Six balls."

Absolutely previewed again.

Strong pressure lingered in Qi Yuanjia's heart, and his tennis ball was used by his opponent.

And it was done in an absolutely predictable way.

Six balls?

Let your horse fart.

I don't believe it.

In the viewing area, Ewing came back with Zhou Ming, looking at the scene of dead silence and boiling for a while, with some doubts.

"what happened?"

Turning around, the bloody 4-0 on the scoreboard was a bit eye-catching.

But Ewing also knew about Qi Yuanjia's tennis career, so it took four rounds to collect Zhang Cheng's data.

Turning around, the small score on the sidelines was 40-30, and Qi Yuanjia had the upper hand, so it was the start of a counterattack!

Next to him, Xiao Haiyang told Ewing what happened just now with a heavy expression.

Suddenly, Ewing's expression changed.

Absolutely forewarned!

Simply ridiculous.

"Break this prediction with absolute strength, only the weak will believe in absolute predictions."

Ewing snorted coldly and warned all the players present.

Six balls?

He wanted to see how Zhang Cheng scored on the sixth ball.

Qi Yuanjia walked back to the bottom corner heavily.

Looking at Zhang Cheng on the opposite side, he doubted his data tennis for the first time.

However, after seeing the encouraging look Ewing gave him on the sidelines, Qi Yuanjia shook his head immediately and ruled out this feeling.

The simulation of Zhang Cheng in his data memory is almost complete, so let's treat it as another round of data collection.

thought here.

Qi Yuanjia immediately regained his confidence.

Six balls?

This time I won't let you play my game.

"boom."

The aura of skill dissipated, this was a very ordinary serve, and it still hit a dead corner in his memory.

"One goal." The audience cheered.

Zhang Cheng moved sideways, the jet-black aura flashed past, and he slapped back with his backhand.

"Two goals."

Qi Yuanjia went online and hit a high-pressure ball.

"Three goals."

The tennis ball flew towards Zhang Cheng, and then he swung the racket with his right hand still cutting the ball.

"Four balls."

The tennis ball landed on the center net and rubbed against it, and then rolled towards it as Qi Yuanjia expected.

However, this time he was standing in front of the net.

Qi Yuanjia gently stretched out his racket and tapped it against the tennis ball.

Immediately, a short ball was hit.

"Five goals."

However, Zhang Cheng did not know when he came to the net, and his backhand was tilted at 60 degrees. This was a chipping shot.

Sixth ball.

Qi Yuanjia quickly calculated the landing point of the ball and ran over.

Then there is no more then.

The tennis ball didn't bounce when it hit the ground.

This is the zero chip!

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(End of this chapter)