Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 55

Although they only rested for half an hour, everyone's physical strength recovered fairly well.

Jiang Fengyan and Wenxuan had already got up from the ground, and they were stretching their fists, stretching their muscles, and relieving their fatigue.

Liu Fangze stood aside, stretching his waist. Today's training is similar to his usual special training, so it looks relatively relaxed.

The other members, except for Jiang Hongfei, were a bit untenable.

The legs and feet are weak, and the whole body is weak. Next, there will be an intra-group match. At that time, whether or not he can hold the racket will be a very serious problem.

"Have you had enough rest, come to me and gather."

Looking at the time, it was already nine o'clock. Zhen Yunshan felt that it was time, so she jumped onto a table and shouted loudly with a loudspeaker that she did not know where she got it.

After a while, everyone followed the voice and gathered around Zhen Yunshan, surrounding her.

"Today's basic training is over. Next is the intra-group match, that is, a singles match within each group. This time the match will be a tie-break!"

"The first group goes to tennis court No. [-], the second group goes to tennis court No. [-], and so on, and the tenth group goes to tennis court No. [-]."

"In tonight's group match, although the outcome is irrelevant, please don't be sloppy and do your best."

"After the game, please ask the team leaders to record the scores, and then go to the head coach's office in the central building of the tennis department, and deliver the training schedule completed today to the head coach."

"Now, please go to your respective venues to prepare for the lottery and choose your opponent, above!"

After Zhen Yunshan finished speaking, each group headed to their venue under the leadership of their respective team leaders.

Eighth tennis court.

On the side of the court, there is a box next to the iron net. In the box, there are paper balls with numbers [-] to [-]. Each number is in pairs, and there are twelve in total.

On the long wooden chair beside the box, there is a red tennis racket and a white tennis racket for their use.

"Why are there two colors?" Someone asked seeing the brand new tennis racket.

"Fuck, who knows."

"So, who will smoke first?" Jiang Hongfei asked loudly.

At this time, everyone was a little timid, mainly because they didn't want to draw an unlucky lottery. If the opponent who got the lottery was Jiang Fengyan or Liu Fangze and Xiaoyan, wouldn't he lose badly?

"I'll do it." Wenxuan was the first to approach the box regardless of 21, and stretched his hand in.

After a long time, he took out a ball of paper from the box, opened it, and saw a red number: 2.

"Second, I'll come."

At this time, a boy mustered up his courage. Anyway, tonight’s game is inevitable, so it’s better to come forward to draw early, the chance of getting a ruthless character is smaller. After fumbling in the box for a long time, he took out a paper ball from the box, and it turned out that the white color was the number: 3.

The third one is Jiang Fengyan. When he draws, the boy who draws the white number 3 can't help but pray in his heart, don't be a red 3, don't be a red 3.
Jiang Fengyan opened the ball of paper he took out and saw that it turned out to be a white number: 2.

When Wenxuan saw him, he smiled brightly, and hurried to Jiang Fengyan's side, stretched out his hand, and put it on Jiang Fengyan's shoulder.

"It looks like the two of us fought."

Jiang Feng grumbled, and asked coldly, "Why, seeing your complacent look, do you think I'm a soft persimmon?"

Wenxuan shook his head: "What are you talking about, I'm so happy, after all, we haven't played against each other for a long time."

Liu Fangze, who was on the side, saw that Jiang Fengyan's opponent turned out to be Wenxuan and not himself, he immediately felt fucked up, oh my god, why is it this small eye and not me? At this moment, he felt extremely unbalanced.

Originally, he was looking forward to a fight with Jiang Fengyan, but it failed, and the good thing was robbed by this little eye.

With anger and displeasure, he was the fourth to come forward, and the number 6 was drawn, which was red, and then he walked away with a blank expression.

When the rest of the people were drawing lots, they all prayed in their hearts that it must not be the white number six.

In the end, Jiang Hongfei unfortunately got the white number six.

Seeing this, those who haven't drawn lots are finally relieved. Fortunately, they didn't fight this super violent and lazy king Liu Fangze, otherwise they would definitely be tortured by blood.

At this time, everyone cast a sympathetic look at Jiang Hongfei: "Leader, have a good journey."

After the lottery was drawn, the match for the first pair began immediately. There were no referees in the training match within the group, and they were all judged by themselves.

The strength of the first team was fairly evenly matched. After playing for more than ten minutes, the score ended at 17-15.

Next, it was the main event that all members of the eighth group were more concerned about.

Jiang Feng studies the battle literature.

Both of them are rookies who performed amazingly in this year's entry knockout round. What kind of sparks will there be between them?

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Of course, the same is true for Liu Fangze. Although he is unhappy that his little eyes took away his chance to fight with Jiang Fengyan, Liu Fangze is still very sure of his skills. He and Jiang Fengyan should be evenly matched. The match will never be boring!

The first ball is served by the red side.

Propaganda's serve.

Throwing the tennis ball high, Wen Xuan swung the racket violently. With a bang, the racket hit the tennis ball, and the tennis ball flew towards the tennis court where Jiang Fengyan was.

After passing the net, the ball suddenly fell, and at the moment it landed, at the moment Jiang Fengyan rushed over to swing the racket, the tennis ball suddenly bounced in another direction.

Jiang Fengyan was stunned, startled, and froze in place.

"What kind of serve is this?" After recovering, Jiang Fengyan pouted and complained unhappily. Such a weird serve is really comparable to the outspin serve.

Looking at Jiang Fengyan's surprised expression, Liu Fangze murmured with a smile: "This guy's tennis balls have irregular spins. Therefore, after his tennis balls hit the ground, the direction of rebound is impossible to predict. Back then, even I was disgusted by his ball. What would you do?"

On the court, Wenxuan snorted triumphantly: "How about it, my serve is not worse than your non-human serve, right?"

"is it?"

After Jiang Fengyan replied casually, he tossed the tennis ball into the sky, and then said silently: "Spin serve!"

With a swish, the tennis ball flew over, and when it landed, it bounced towards Wen Xuan's face.

Seeing this, Wenxuan didn't panic in the slightest. After a smug smile, he said, "I have studied your serve thoroughly."

Immediately, Wenxuan stepped back slightly, sliced ​​the ball with a backhand, and counterattacked the ball perfectly!
"What? Those little eyes broke Jiang Fengyan's non-human serve!"

Everyone was surprised.

As soon as the tennis ball passed the net, Jiang Fengyan rushed up quickly, making a gesture of smashing. When Wenxuan saw it, he rushed towards the left corner of the baseline.

The moment Jiang Fengyan touched the tennis ball with the racket, he suddenly withdrew his hand and just slammed the tennis ball lightly. The tennis ball fell to the ground, bounced slowly a few times, and rolled to Wenxuan.

"Okay, you actually bullied me?"

Wenxuan complained angrily.

"You have watched me so many games, and you almost broke my serve last time. Do you think I will panic because you broke my serve this time?"

"It seems that I underestimated your IQ?"

Wen Xuan joked with a smile.

Liu Fangze had a sullen face on the sidelines: "Stop talking nonsense, you two, hurry up and finish the fight, the people behind are waiting!"

After Liu Fangze urged, Jiang Fengyan tossed the tennis ball up and sent the second ball. This serve was not an outspin serve. Since the opponent had already cracked it, it was meaningless to send it.

Wenxuan hit back with a forehand swipe, but the ball had a weird spin. It was clearly a swipe, but it only landed after drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

When it landed, Jiang Fengyan hesitated for a moment before swinging the racket, but when he swung the racket, the tennis ball bounced in the opposite direction as if consciously!

"Fuck, are you cheating?"

Jiang Fengyan was taken aback. Could such a strange ball be played by one person?
2-1, leading the propaganda.

After Wenxuan smiled wretchedly, he tossed the tennis ball high, and then sent it out vigorously.

Still spinning strangely, after the tennis ball landed on the outer corner of the first area, it suddenly bounced towards the inside, which surprised Jiang Fengyan. Generally speaking, isn't this kind of ball bounced towards the outside of the court? How could it bounce towards the inside?

However, Jiang Fengyan's hands and feet were very sensitive. With a backhand cut, he hit the tennis ball to the right corner of the opponent's baseline.

Wenxuan quickly came to the right corner of the bottom line and played a high-speed spinning tennis ball again. After the tennis ball passed the net, it landed in front of Jiang Fengyan.

However, at this moment, Jiang Fengyan would not be fooled again.

The ball would never fly directly towards him, so Jiang Fengyan chose one of the two, and finally decided to move a little to the left, and then swung the racket violently to hit the ball back perfectly.

The tennis ball flew out straight, approaching the left corner of the bottom line of the court where Wenxuan was.

At this time, Wen Xuan was in the right corner of the baseline, thousands of miles away from the landing point of the tennis ball.

2-2. Ping!
Unexpectedly, Wenxuan never expected that Jiang Fengyan would be able to predict the direction in which the ball would bounce.

"Not bad, you actually predicted the direction of the tennis ball in advance, how did you do it?"

Liu Fangze was more concerned about this issue of Wenxuan, so he turned his attention to Jiang Fengyan.

Without even thinking about it, Jiang Fengyan replied, "Guess."

Hearing this, everyone was speechless.

After a moment of silence, Wenxuan said, "Okay, you win."

"It's really hard to predict the direction your ball will bounce, but it's not like you can't hit back, and you will have nothing to do with the return I hit next!"

"Really? I'm curious!"

The corners of Wen Xuan's mouth raised slightly, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

After hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Jiang Fengyan. They all knew that Jiang Fengyan's tricks were all kinds of strange, and there might be some weird returns.

After Jiang Fengyan smiled, he said, "You take care of yourself."

(End of this chapter)