Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 21 Little Pearl (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone)
"What a scary minister!" Wen Xuan stuck out his tongue, entered the tennis court, and came to Jiang Fengyan's side.

Guan Li covered his face and left. When he left, he still turned around and threatened: "Bookworm, wait for me!"

Jiang Fengyan sneered and said softly, "I'm afraid you won't come!"

Wenxuan picked up Guan Li's racket from the ground and tapped it on the ground. Jiang Fengyan saw it and asked, "What are you doing?"

At this time, Wenxuan was already standing on the court opposite Jiang Fengyan, waving the racket in his hand, and said, "Come on, let me try to see if I can catch the serve you just had."

Hearing this, Jiang Fengyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and stood at the bottom line without saying a word.

"Then you should pay attention, don't let me slap you in the face."

Jiang Fengyan patted the tennis ball, looked at Wenxuan, smiled again and said, "Although I'm looking forward to it!"

Everyone outside the iron net was still immersed in the tall back of the minister. Someone noticed Wen Xuan and Jiang Fengyan standing on the tennis court, and shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, don't you want to see the strength of that little eye? Now he seems to be having a match with the nerd!"

Hearing this sentence, half of the people turned their heads immediately.

"Is that little eye trying to catch a nerd's inhuman serve?"

"No way, after seeing Guan Li's miserable appearance, that little eye still dares to catch that kind of serve?"

"Maybe, this little eye is very powerful, maybe it's okay to catch it!"

Everyone is still discussing, chattering, you say yours, I say mine, but the game on the court has already started.

Jiang Fengyan threw the tennis ball into the sky, then slightly arched his body, tapped his toes, and hit the tennis ball hard.

With extraordinary spin, the tennis ball quickly passed the net and landed accurately on the inner corner of the first area. After touching the ground, the tennis ball immediately changed its speed and flew towards Wenxuan's face.

At first, when I saw the ball flying over, it was very ordinary, and I couldn't see any clues.

However, the moment the tennis ball touched the ground, the strangeness of the tennis ball's rotation appeared.

Wenxuan had been thinking about this serve for a long time during the match between Jiang Fengyan and Guan Li.

Therefore, when seeing the tennis ball flying towards his face, Wen Xuan acted very calmly. After taking a big step backward, he leaned slightly and swung the racket vigorously. With a snap, the tennis ball hit the center of the racket.

At this time, Wenxuan gritted his teeth and hit the tennis ball back!

It's a pity that with a "bang", the tennis ball didn't pass the net, it hit the net directly, then fell to the ground and rolled into the distance.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Fengyan was slightly taken aback.

Who are these people? He can even handle two-dimensional skills. Isn't this guy a real person?

Jiang Fengyan curled his lips, wondering if he could catch the outspin serve.

Wenxuan really hit the tennis ball, which made the surrounding audience exclaim.

"It actually caught it!"

"Although I didn't hit the ball over the net, but to be able to do this is already very good!"

"Before, Guan Li didn't hit a hit once, and was completely played by that kind of serve in the applause."

"Small eyes, not bad, come on, let us see how you can crack this non-human serve!"

Encouraging voices came from outside the field.

Wen Xuan rolled his eyes and thought, if he catches this non-human tennis ball, wouldn't he be called non-human by them?
After shaking his head, Wenxuan shifted his gaze to Jiang Fengyan: "Come again!"

Jiang Fengyan gritted his teeth and sent out an outspin serve again.

This time, Wen Xuan did not retreat, but took many steps forward, until he reached the inner corner of the first area, less than two steps away, and hit the tennis ball at the moment it bounced off the ground.

With a bang, the tennis ball made a beautiful arc in the air.

Jiang Fengyan and everyone looked up as the tennis ball flew by, and then hit the iron net!
"What a pity!" Everyone sighed.

Wenxuan rubbed his head, feeling that it was a pity.

"This ball is really hard to return! The strength is too difficult to control."

Jiang Fengyan came to the iron net and picked up the tennis ball, but he was recalling the scene when Wenxuan hit the ball in his mind.

After a while, Jiang Fengyan seemed to have thought of something, and looked back at Wenxuan: "This little eye actually puts such a strong spin on the ball I serve! Could it be a super spinning maniac?"

Some people, especially like to spin the ball vigorously.

After this kind of ball hits the ground, the direction of the ball is unpredictable, and the speed is also fast and slow, making it difficult to fight back.

If you add off-court factors, such as wind or something, it will be more difficult to hit and return the spinning ball accurately!
"Are you still coming?"

Jiang Fengyan asked.

Everyone looked expectant. Obviously, they all hoped that Wenxuan would do it again. After all, he only missed the serve.

Wen Xuan also saw what these people were thinking, so he stretched his waist and said, "Forget it today, it's almost lunch time, let's go eat."

Following Wen Xuan's words, there were boos from outside the venue to vent their dissatisfaction.

Jiang Fengyan shook his head and smiled indifferently. After returning the tennis racket to others, he left with Wenxuan.

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, everyone looked at each other.

"It seems that these two people are determined to join the tennis club this time. Let's work hard!"

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The next day, Monday, Jiang Fengyan came to the school. At this time, the little fat man Zhang Huan was already sitting on the desk.

"Is the registration going well?"

Jiang Fengyan nodded with a smile, and said, "It's just a registration and filling out a form. It's very simple."

Jiang Fengyan sat at the table, and Zhang Huan kept staring at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhang Huan quickly shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's just that your impression has changed a lot."

"Really?" After Jiang Fengyan yawned, he put the tennis racket bag against the wall, then took out a book from another backpack and put it on the desk.

Zhang Huan met him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's Mandarin class this morning, what are you doing with math?"

Jiang Fengyan shrugged and said blankly, "Is there any difference between math class and Mandarin class?"

Zhang Huan opened his mouth wide and stared at Jiang Fengyan obsessively, with infinite doubts in his heart: "Is this really the super scholar Jiang Fengyan? Why does it feel like two people wearing the same skin?"

However, Zhang Huan didn't dare to ask any more questions, and finally shrank back to his seat. When he took a sneak peek, he found that Jiang Fengyan had changed into a Mandarin textbook. At this time, he was immersed in reading.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Fengyan looked at the comics in his Mandarin textbook and thought how great that there are comics in this world. Otherwise, the 10-minute class would be equivalent to 40 long years for Jiang Fengyan!
How to spend the long classroom years without entertainment?
Jiang Fengyan shook his head and sighed, he must be in pain!
After morning self-study, the morning meeting begins.

Ten minutes later, the morning meeting was over, and when the students were returning to the classroom, a girl rushed into the lineup of Class [-], Grade [-] like a sharp arrow, stretched out her hand, and dragged Jiang Fengyan away like a robber under the eyes of everyone.

The head teacher of Class One, Senior Two, was stunned for a moment, then looked at his students, then turned his head blankly.

"What is this little gem doing?"

(End of this chapter)