Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 60 Never Lose!

In the second game of the game, Yue Yan's serve.

Yue Yan's serve can only be regarded as average, and it may be a little worse than Rong Feihai's high-speed flat serve.

When he sent the first ball, Jiang Fengyan, who was standing by the iron net, was taken aback.

"This serve...is too ordinary."

He is obviously called one of the three geniuses by the people in Jinhai District. This kind of serve is not worthy of his name.

However, this Yue Yan did not take the game seriously, so even if he made such an ordinary serve, it was not unreasonable.

After Jiang Fengyan pondered for a moment, he continued to watch the game.

Yue Yan's serve was really mediocre, so Rong Feihai hit back very easily.

The tennis ball landed near the midfield in the first area of ​​the opponent's field. Yue Yan trotted from the baseline to the midfield and hit a straight forehand. This ball was a close shot.

The tennis ball flew directly near Rong Feihai's right foot, which was an embarrassing point for a right-handed racket holder.

This ball is very difficult to catch.

However, Rong Feihai was not a rookie either. At this moment, he hurriedly retreated and hit a half volley.

This half volley is barely hit, so the ball is not fast and the arc is not high.

This is a chance ball for Yue Yan.

Yue Yan quickly came to the net, hit the ball with a forehand, and hit the tennis ball to the left corner of the bottom line. At this time, it was too late for Rong Feihai to return to defense, so he had to give up.

15-0.
Next, it was the second ball. Yue Yan's serve was still the same, just ordinary.

Rong Feihai still easily fought back.

It's just that this time he counterattacked, with a strong aggressiveness, and directly hit the ball to the right corner of the opponent's baseline. Yue Yan rushed to it, sliced ​​the ball with a backhand, and the tennis ball seemed to pass the net lightly, but the speed of the ball was inexplicably fast.

The score came to 30-0.
After the two goals, Jiang Fengyan couldn't help frowning even deeper.

These two balls were played very strangely.

Obviously this Yue Yan's serve is very ordinary, but after each serve, this Yue Yan can always score easily.

Instead, Rong Feihai, who thought he had the right to take the initiative to attack, was toyed with by the applause.

"This is where Yue Yan's specialty lies, the change of rhythm, he can always lead the opponent by the nose through different shots, whether fast or slow, long or short."

Among the high school students from Chengyun High School, Zhao Bishun smiled and said that he was just a rookie who joined the tennis club this year, but his tone of voice sounded like their seniors on the field.

"The members of the Xinle High School team are no match at all."

"Don't say that, you don't even look at who his opponent is, it's Yue Yan, the head of the Tennis Department."

The people watching from the sidelines discussed.

On the third ball, Yue Yan once again served that soft, non-aggressive serve.

After Rong Feihai gritted his teeth and caught it, he was a little confused. He didn't know how to hit the ball. As a result, he made an unforced error when he hit back!
40-0.
Yue Yan's situation.

"Damn it, what the hell is this serve? It's obviously rubbish, but why can't it hit the winning point!"

Although Rong Feihai's face was expressionless and looked very calm, he had already started to scold his father and mother in his heart.

Faced with such a serve, he couldn't break serve, which was really embarrassing.

In the end, Yue Yan won his game point and kept his serve without losing a point.

The game came to the third game, Rong Feihai's serve.

"This time, I must make him look good!"

Rong Feihai gritted his teeth, threw the tennis ball high into the sky, kicked his feet, concentrated all his strength on his arms, and swung the racket violently.

With a "shua", the tennis ball flew out rapidly with a high-speed spin, and bounced off the spot in an instant.

This time, Yue Yan was slightly taken aback. He didn't seem to see clearly the ball just now.

15-0.
"I like this serve."

When Jiang Fengyan saw it, he applauded in his heart. Such a high-speed serve is full of momentum and courage.

In an instant, it disappeared without a trace, catching opponents off guard.

It's just a pity that the success rate of such a serve is too low, otherwise, this kind of serve would be a hundred times worse than the outspin serve.

Of course, such a powerful and high-speed serve is not unavailable in the Net King system.

Moreover, those violent serves in the Net King system can really be called terrifying. However, with my current physical condition, even if I succeed, it is estimated that it will cause immeasurable damage to my arm.

"Hey, not bad, I thought you had nothing to do well."

Yue Yan turned his head to look at the imprints on the ground, and couldn't help exclaiming, but there was a trace of disdain, even sarcasm, in the exclamation.

Hearing this, Rong Feihai looked at Yue Yan coldly, and said, "Of course, my serve is not like your serve, it's so soft, like a girl!"

Then, the second ball was sent again.

But this time, he still used a high-speed flat serve to serve.

It's just that, like last time, a perfect landing point is unlikely.

Yue Yan caught the ball with gritted teeth, his face changed slightly: "The strength is really getting stronger and stronger. I hate this kind of violent tennis in my life."

Holding the racket with both hands, Yue Yan hit the ball back, hit the ball with both hands forehand, and drove the ball deep into the right corner of the opponent's baseline.

After Rong Feihai snorted coldly, he arrived in time and counterattacked to the opponent's midfield.

After Yue Yan smiled slightly, he moved to the midfield and hit the ball to the left corner of the baseline.

At this time, Rong Feihai, who had not yet returned to the midfield, hurried to the right corner, barely caught it, and hit the tennis ball to the opponent's serving line again. Yue Yan took a step forward and easily turned the ball to the left corner of the bottom line.

"It's this scene again!"

Jiang Fengyan had a headache, thinking that Yue Yan saw that Rong Feihai's balls were all straight, and he didn't add much spin to the ball. Therefore, he couldn't change the direction as he wanted. In the end, he could only run after the ball like a pet dog!

"The rhythm is in Yue Yan's hands, this Rong Feihai may have to suffer."

Zhao Bishun laughed, and then he suddenly turned his head to look at Sun Yi: "Hey, don't you want to see it?"

"It's nothing to look at. This guy's strength is not as strong as Jiang Fengyan."

Sun Yi snorted coldly.

"Why, is that Jiang Fengyan very strong?"

"You can beat me, what do you think?"

"Didn't you use all your strength?"

"Neither did he."

Sun Yi said coldly.

Zhao Bishun smiled calmly: "Although I have long seen that that kid is unusual, but I can get your approval, and I have begun to care about that kid."

"No, this time in the regional competition, he is mine!"

Zhao Bishun shrugged his shoulders and said: "Never mind you, anyway, this time, my opponent is the genius Liu Fangze. I have already won this Yue Yan once. After I win against Liu Fangze again, I will definitely go to find him when Li Hongshang recovers from his injuries!"

After finishing speaking, a strange smile appeared on Zhao Bishun's face, looking like a devil.

On the field, unconsciously, the number of swings in this round came to 21 times.

In tennis, that's a high swing count.

At this time, Rong Feihai was in great pain, because every diagonal ball opponent did not push into the dead corner, which always gave him a glimmer of life.

Therefore, he had to gallop back and forth to catch the ball.

Even if he was so tired that he was out of breath, even if he knew that his opponent did it on purpose, but he was not willing to give up this point.

"The difference in strength is too great."

"It seems that the tennis club of Xinle High School is really failing this year."

Seeing this, the audience outside the stadium sighed in unison.

Jiang Fengyan shook his head, somewhat sympathizing with Rong Feihai in his heart.

After all, Rong Feihai is also a member of Xinle Tennis Club, although he doesn't know why he has deep hostility towards him.

It wasn't until the moment Rong Feihai exhausted his strength and fell to his knees that Yue Yan let out a cold snort, and scored the point with a short ball.

15-15.
"Rong Feihai!"

Luo Yudan watched from the side, feeling very tangled and painful.

After all, Rong Feihai is his good friend, seeing him being bullied by others on the field, but he can't do anything.

If he could win the last game, Rong Feihai wouldn't force himself on the field in order to save the school's face.

Yue Yan felt much more relaxed. He came to the net and looked at Rong Feihai, who was half squatting on the ground profusely sweating and gasping for breath, and smiled, "Can you still fight?"

"of course can!"

Rong Feihai stood up reluctantly, stretched out his hand, and wanted to wipe the sweat off his forehead, but found that the sweat was like rain, and he couldn't wipe it off for a while.

"is it?"

Seeing Rong Feihai who turned around and walked towards the serving line, Yue Yan snorted coldly and returned to the baseline.

On the third ball, Yue Yan made a mistake, followed by a double error and lost a point.

15-30.
The fourth ball was sent, and there was no mistake this time, but in the next few rounds, Yue Yan once again pulled him into a tug-of-war, mercilessly exhausting Rong Feihai's physical strength!
At this point, the score had reached 15-40, Yue Yan's break point.

Rong Feihai panted heavily, as if he couldn't stop at all, even if he tried to calm down, he couldn't.

He is still too tired, but this game is still very long, he must let himself persevere.

Absolutely can't lose, if you lose, the impression of Xinle Tennis Club in people's mind will definitely be greatly reduced.

Seeing Rong Feihai still persevering, the expression on Jiang Fengyan's face became much more serious.

Not long ago, when the game was not yet clear, Jiang Fengyan was still teasing him not to lose too badly, but at this moment, the outcome of the game was already clear, but Jiang Fengyan sincerely hoped that he could win the game!
Therefore, he was no longer silent, but shouted loudly among the crowd: "Senior Rong Feihai, come on!"

(End of this chapter)