Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 2 Preliminary Competition
That bookworm Jiang Fengyan actually wanted to play a tennis match with Zhao Wuhui!
This incident made the students in Class [-], Grade [-] excited, and the atmosphere became particularly lively.

"Hey, have you heard that the nerd who is often bullied in class one of the second year of high school is going to play tennis with his classmates today."

This matter was spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and after a while the whole school knew about it.

The reason why so many students pay attention to this matter is that it has been too dull recently, and the days are a bit boring, and most of the students are in a state of looking for trouble. The second is that Jiang Fengyan here has excellent grades. He has always ranked among the top three in the school for his test scores, and he is often praised in public during the Monday morning meeting.

What's more, Jiang Fengyan's character here is too dull, taciturn, a little withdrawn and out of touch with the crowd, so no one wants to make friends with him.

Today, though, the sun is out in the west!
Jiang Fengyan actually played tennis with his classmates. The whole school knew that Jiang Fengyan had never played tennis!
In the eyes of others, this will undoubtedly be a funny farce!

Jiang Fengyan and Zhao Wuhui came to the tennis court. Those who were playing tennis quickly left the tennis court when they knew about it. They were also very curious about how Jiang Fengyan, who had never played tennis before, would play against Zhao Wuhui.

Zhao Wuhui carried the tennis racket, stood on the side of the tennis ball, looked around, and found that in this short period of time, hundreds of people had gathered to watch the match.

"No way, I'm just playing with this nerd, why are there so many people here?"

After glancing at the crowd, there were actually people from the tennis club. At this moment, Zhao Wuhui was a little nervous. This was the first time he was playing under the gaze of so many people.

"This game, I must win it beautifully! Don't lose face!"

The students who were on the sidelines had a lively discussion before the game started.

"Did that nerd take the wrong medicine today?"

"I think it must be that he is too withdrawn. He is always alone and no one pays attention to him. Now he has a psychological problem."

"The person who fought against the nerd seems to be called Zhao Wuhui."

At this time, a member of the tennis club spoke.

"What, that Zhao Wuhui is also from the tennis club?"

The member of the tennis club laughed: "How is it possible, that Zhao Wuhui can indeed play tennis, but at most he can only play tennis, and his level is very average."

"In other words, this match is a contest between a person with average tennis skills and a person who can't play tennis?"

"It doesn't seem to be interesting."

"How come, it's boring, there will be so many people watching the game?"

"Yeah, it's the fact that neither of them are very good at the level, so this game will be interesting."

The member of the tennis club laughed.

At this time, the people around the tennis club member immediately understood what he meant and laughed loudly.

Two people who don't know much will definitely make a lot of jokes.

At this time, Jiang Fengyan hadn't played yet, and was waving the tennis racket in his hand. Then, he did some warm-up exercises and checked his physical condition.

What surprised Jiang Fengyan was that Jiang Fengyan's body here was stronger than his own body over there.

"What's the matter, isn't he a nerd, how can he be so strong?"

Just when Jiang Fengyan was wondering, the audience outside the venue seemed to be unable to wait any longer, and shouted loudly: "Hey, nerd, come on stage, are you stage fright?"

At this moment, Jiang Fengyan came back to his senses, and took a meaningful look at the person outside the iron net who was yelling at him. When that person saw Jiang Fengyan's eyes, his back suddenly turned cold.

"Why does this nerd look so scary today!"

"It seems that Jiang Fengyan here is not a simple guy. He must have some secrets behind him."

Thinking of this, Jiang Fengyan let out a sigh of relief and stepped into the tennis court.

These things will always be cleared up later, now just enjoy the game.

The moment he stepped onto the tennis court, Jiang Fengyan shuddered, and a familiar voice sounded in his heart.

——Net King system has been activated.

Opponent level for this challenge: no level.

Two points are awarded for winning a game within 10 minutes.

Two points are awarded for winning the game within 10 minutes.

10. More than [-] minutes, zero points.

If you lose the game, [-] million points will be deducted.

--come on!
When the voice disappeared, Jiang Fengyan's face was full of black lines. He only added such a little point for a win, but deducted [-] million points for a loss. This was undoubtedly telling himself that this Zhao Wuhui's level is very ordinary, and if he can't win, then stop playing tennis.

"Wait a minute, since there is a game, how can there be no referee, let me be the referee."

Following the sound of a sentence, a person walked in with a smile on his face before the two of them started the match.

When that person appeared on the tennis court, the audience outside the iron net immediately screamed loudly.

Even Zhao Wuhui's eyes widened, and he looked very excited!
"It's Liu Fangze, an official member of the tennis club!"

Liu Fangze looked at Jiang Fengyan and Zhao Wuhui with a smile and said, "Is there any objection?"

Zhao Wuhui scratched the back of his head, nodded and bowed and said: "It is our honor for senior to be the referee for us."

Jiang Fengyan shrugged, and said indifferently, "As you like."

People around saw that Jiang Fengyan treated the regular players of the tennis club with such an attitude, and they were somewhat upset, but more surprised. Is this really the shy and timid Jiang Fengyan?

In this world where tennis is respected, to be able to become a full-fledged member of the school's tennis club must have quite good strength and reputation.

Behind Liu Fangze, there might be hundreds of brain-dead fans.

If Jiang Fengyan dares to treat Liu Fangze like this, isn't he afraid of offending those stupid fans?
For Jiang Fengyan, he didn't think so much. Tennis is tennis, and it's not that unusual for a regular player. Even if he is a professional player, isn't he alone?

"One set decides the outcome, Zhao Wuhui serves."

Zhao Wuhui held the tennis ball tightly, looked coldly at Jiang Fengyan on the opposite side of the net, and thought to himself: "This time, even senior Liu Fangze has appeared here, I have to perform well and win Liu Fangze's appreciation. The next time the tennis club recruits new players, maybe I can easily join the club. I'm sorry, Jiang Fengyan, just be my stepping stone once."

"Hey, hurry up and serve the ball, what are you talking about?"

Jiang Fengyan yawned and said loudly.

"How did this nerd become so arrogant?"

After gritted his teeth fiercely, Zhao Wuhui threw the tennis ball high, bent his feet, and at the moment the tennis ball fell, he exerted a little force, and then kicked hard, at the same time, he swung the racket quickly and hit it hard.

"No way, that Zhao Wuhui used such a formal serve to someone who can't play tennis?"

Some students said immediately when they saw it.

After seeing Zhao Wuhui's serve, Liu Fangze smiled: "It's so-so."

But then he was stunned for a moment, not only he was stunned for a moment, but even Zhao Wuhui was stunned for a moment, because in less than a second after he served the ball, the ball bounced off his feet.

"Hey, referee, why are you in a daze?"

After hitting back the ball like lightning, Jiang Feng Yanxu squinted his eyes and stared at Liu Fangze.

"15-0"

Zhao Wuhui held the tennis ball in his hands again, but he was wondering what happened just now?
Why did he lose one point for not seeing anything.

The students outside the iron net also fell silent at that moment, and after a while, enthusiastic voices broke out.

"What happened to that ball just now?"

"Zhao Wuhui's serve was so formal, but that nerd hit back like lightning."

"Have you seen clearly?"

"No."

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Wuhui thought to himself that this nerd must have had shit luck, this ball will not be cheaper for him anymore.

The moment he raised his head and stared at Jiang Fengyan, Zhao Wuhui gritted his teeth and thought to himself, "Is this guy a left-hander?"

That's right, Jiang Fengyan held the racket with his left hand.

"Whether you are left-handed or not, I don't believe you can really play tennis."

Throwing the tennis ball high, Zhao Wuhui successfully delivered the ball even harder than before.

"Cut, is it a side-spin serve again? It is obviously the most basic serve, but I haven't learned it well."

In Jiang Fengyan's eyes, the ball's spin speed and landing point were so watery and so unchallenging.

With another easy swing, Jiang Fengyan hit the tennis ball towards the bottom line. The tennis ball flew over the net and flew straight towards the bottom line.

"Okay, this ball is going out of bounds."

Zhao Wuhui clenched his fists happily as he looked at the flight path of the ball.

boom!
As the tennis ball hit the ground, the ball landed on the field.

"30-0"

After Liu Fangze called out the score, he looked at Jiang Fengyan, and his expression changed a lot. He just felt a little bored before, so he wanted to watch these novices make a fool of themselves and have some fun.

As expected, Zhao Wuhui was indeed still the same as before, with a mediocre level and no progress.

However, although this Jiang Fengyan was left-handed, his return shots were so professional and sharp.

Zhao Wuhui on the field seemed to be lost in spirit, staring blankly at the tennis ball on the ground, speechless for a long time.

After a long time, he turned around and looked at Jiang Fengyan with only one question in his mind.

And this question also rang in the minds of the group of spectator students.

"Is this person standing on the tennis ball really Jiang Fengyan?"

(End of this chapter)