Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 82 The Last Dignity
The audience was silent.

Wu Hao's goal was really amazing.

But only a few people can see that Wu Hao's ball cannot be used as a regular serve.

Wu Hao changed his serving method, from simple arm strength to whole body and even heart strength.

Although this kind of power-generating technique can achieve unparalleled explosive power, it consumes three times as much physical strength as usual.

I didn't see that Wu Hao's face turned pale after serving a ball. It is very likely that he is lying now.

Zhang Cheng sighed in his heart. It can only be said that it is a pity. If Wu Hao's physical strength breaks through five points, then this ball can be used as a routine method to score points.

On the field.

Even though Wu Hao was pale, he still chose this way to serve the second ball.

"boom."

Fighter's Rage.

As if furious, he rushed to Liu Jiang's racket with an unstoppable momentum.

As the trembling right arm persisted, the tennis ball finally flew.

"30-0."

This time, the racket was not broken, but the net cable was also loosened by the impact.

This ball is such a bad racket.

Liu Jiang's face was no longer so comfortable. He damaged two rackets in a row and made him look at Wu Hao with a different expression.

"I'll see how many times you can hit that serve."

Wu Hao grinned, and then scolded angrily: "Hey, I want to see how many spare rackets you have."

He hadn't perfected this trick before, but after watching Zhang Cheng's breaker serve yesterday, Wu Hao also learned some skills from it.

In his words, as long as your racket is gone, then I win.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this tennis technique that incorporates different strengths would consume such a huge amount of physical strength.

"Clap clap clap."

Wu Hao patted the tennis ball twice to catch his breath, and then saw the depressed mood in Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School.

This round, he must win.

"boom."

Without the slightest hesitation, the fighter continued to fight furiously.

Liu Jiang didn't swing his racket, just like Wu Hao thought, he didn't bring a few rackets either.

Therefore, as long as this round serves, Wu Hao will lose in the next round.

Thinking of this, Liu Jiang's eyes were full of coldness.

"40-0."

"boom."

"Game Wu Hao, 1-5."

Liu Jiang took out a tennis ball from his pocket, looked at Wu Hao and said in a cold tone:
"Boy, it's over."

It is indeed over. In addition to catching the ball, speed players already have a huge advantage in serving.

"boom."

In just an instant, a mustard yellow trail appeared above the court.

"15-0."

"boom."

"30-0."

"boom."

"..."

"The game is over, Shangyang No. 6 Middle School Liu Jiang 1-[-]. Shangyang No. [-] Middle School won."

The two walked towards the China Open to shake hands. Liu Jiang looked at Wu Hao arrogantly and said:
"To be honest, it's a bit beyond my expectation that you won the next game, but this is your city champion last year? It's really funny!"

Looking at Wu Hao's increasingly gloomy face, Liu Jiang increased his output and said, "You small places are only at this level, and you still want to participate in the national competition? Go home and raise pigs."

After speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Wu Hao with resentful eyes behind.

To be honest, Wu Hao felt that this person was more annoying than Zhang Cheng.

If possible, he wouldn't mind having an offline PK with this dog.

With a gloomy face, he walked towards the competition seats, Wu Hao lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I lost."

Ewing and the others didn't blame him, they just nodded and comforted him: "Thanks for your hard work."

The next match is the number two singles match, with Feng Yuxiu playing.

Although they were beaten 3-0 and they had already been eliminated, it could be seen from Ewing's cold eyes that he was very angry.

"Be careful, those people are not from Yangcheng at all."

Wu Hao's face was pale, and he looked at Feng Yuxiu beside him with a solemn tone.

"I know, Brother Qi analyzed it with us just now."

Feng Yuxiu's tone was dignified. He knew it in his own mind. Even Wu Hao, who was second only to Ewing, was beaten 6-1. He could only say that he would not give up.

"Do your best, although I don't know where those people come from." Qi Yuanjia said.

Ewing's eyes flickered, and he glanced at the competition seats of Shangyang No. [-] Middle School. It was obvious that none of the previous candidates were their ministers, so the strongest was still reserved for him.

Thinking of this, Ewing took out a racket from his tennis bag and walked to the next court.

"I'm going to warm up."

This is the first time he has been so serious.

Qi Yuanjia and the others naturally knew the reason.

Even if they had already been eliminated in the first round, but with the dignity of a minister, the only thing he could do was that they couldn't get zero seals.

On the other side, Zhang Cheng also took out a racket from his tennis bag, casually said to the group of friends with serious faces to buy a drink, and went out.

There were no obstacles along the way, and Zhang Cheng easily found Ewing who was warming up on the court next to him.

"Hey, let me play with you."

Zhang Cheng looked at Ewing's tall figure and smiled.

Ewing didn't speak, and directly threw a ball at Zhang Cheng.

The ball is not fast, but it is full of texture.

Zhang Cheng smiled and hit the tennis ball back casually.

Neither of them spoke, and a tennis ball jumped hundreds of times between them.

It wasn't until Ewing's racket was blackened, a chill hit his face, and the mustard yellow tennis ball slid out of the sideline, that the ball was over.

"Hey, let's go out and chat after the game?"

Zhang Cheng threw a ball casually, with a smile on his face.

Ewing shot back, and then said, "Okay."

Zhang Cheng smiled, and directly raised his head and hit back with a giant dragon: "It doesn't matter, we will help you get the champion back."

"Ha ha."

Ewing sneered, and then the momentum of snowflakes reappeared, and the raised dragon was undoubtedly frozen, and then counterattacked.

"Then don't believe it, that group of people are just like that." Zhang Cheng drew his sword out of its sheath, and cut through the momentum of the snowflakes with one stroke, completing the corner kick in an instant.

So, the next two people drew more than a dozen balls on the bottom edge, and then Zhang Cheng made a zero-cut to end the game.

"Do you know anything about them?"

Ewing did not continue to serve, and came to the China Open to look at Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng smiled, and then a hint of sarcasm curled up at the corner of his mouth and said, "It's just a group of hot chickens who can't get along in this school, come here to find a sense of existence? Ha ha."

After a sneer, Zhang Cheng looked at Ewing and said, "Come on, don't be inferior to spicy chicken."

Ewing gave Zhang Cheng a hard look, what the hell is this bastard hinting at!
However, he also heard some answers from Zhang Cheng's words, so he won't lose this round no matter what.

"Game Li Daobin, 6-0, Shangyang No. [-] High School won."

The announcement from the side caused Ewing to stop communicating, Zhang Cheng took out his mobile phone, and then frowned.

5 minutes.

In this game, Li Daobin from Shangyang No. 5 Middle School actually only took [-] minutes.

"One more shot."

Ewing radiated a chill all over, and then attacked Zhang Cheng in a sneak attack without any martial ethics.

But Zhang Cheng is the strongest junior high school student after all, so he caught the ball.

……

Ten minutes later, Ewing walked into the court with restless blood.

He immediately saw Feng Yuxiu lying on the competition table with a pale face.

"The lunatic's mental skill was broken head-on, and he suffered some mental damage."

Qi Yuanjia gritted his teeth, suppressing anger in his tone.

Ewing nodded without saying a word, took a deep look at Feng Yuxiu, and then walked towards the field with big strides.

The game hadn't started yet, so Ewing closed his eyes without any movement, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

But only Zhang Cheng, who also returned to the spectator seats, knew that Ewing was accumulating momentum.

When he opens his eyes, it will definitely make people's eyes shine.

"What are you doing?" Situ sniffed Zhang Cheng like a dog, trying to smell something different from him.

"I'm going to shit, what's the matter, you're hungry!" Zhang Cheng gave this bastard a hard look.

"Lazy people poop a lot."

Situ sneered, then rolled his eyes at Zhang Cheng.

"Spicy chicken, come to the court next to us, let's play a game." Zhang Cheng sent out an invitation to the match.

However, Situ refused without hesitation and was ready to stop talking to Zhang Cheng.

Instead, Du Fei glanced at Zhang Cheng and said, "How is it? Brother Cheng, who do you think will win this game?"

Although the game has not yet started, the fighting spirit has already swept the audience.

Regardless of whether it was the audience seats or the competition seats, most of the people were actually cheering for Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School.

After all, if Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School had Zhang Cheng, who was the champion of last year's city competition, as the leader of the hot search list, even Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School would not be as popular as Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School.

This is the champion effect.

Comes with popularity.

If the champion of this national competition is won by Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, Zhang Cheng will definitely become a hot star at that time.

Zhang Cheng glanced at Du Fei and didn't answer, but asked instead: "What do you think, Brother Fei?"

Du Fei smiled and adjusted his glasses, then said firmly, "Ewing will win."

Zhang Cheng smiled, and then said, "Well, I think so too."

It's not that the two of them look down on the singles No. [-] of Shangyang No. [-] Middle School, who is their minister.

It's just pure confidence in Ewing. After all, this game is the last dignity.

"Hey, that pamphlet you gave me doesn't have any of these people in it!"

Situ leaned over again to brush up his presence.

Zhang Cheng glanced at it and said indifferently: "You bought it, don't look for me, go find Uncle Ma at the corner of Changting Street, he is familiar with it."

Situ froze for a moment, he didn't know what Uncle Ma was, he only knew that Zhang Cheng sold him a hot chicken.

Immediately, I was unhappy.

In the farthest corner of the auditorium, Uncle Ma pretended to be extremely mysterious. A small book recorded today's latest data, and a small pencil in his hand had finished a large part of it.

Still muttering incessantly:

"His grandma, where did these ghosts come from? Isn't this ruining my old horse's prestige?"

Thinking of this, Uncle Ma became furious, and the previous scene of being threatened by Zhang Cheng reappeared.

"Hey, I want to see if you can still win the championship this time."

At this moment, the referee suddenly pronounced a verdict: "Single No. [-] match between Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School Ewing and Shangyang No. [-] Middle School Yu Yan, the end of the set."

The battle of dignity has begun!

(End of this chapter)