Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 13 Goodbye Old Friends
At this time, Zhang Huan had already left.

Jiang Fengyan looked indifferently at the three people who were staring at him angrily, and their teeth were itching with hatred.

When people around heard that Jiang Fengyan had given these three nicknames just now, they couldn't help laughing, and at the same time wondered in their hearts: "Is this really the taciturn Jiang Fengyan?"

Although these people heard that Jiang Fengyan's personality changed drastically after taking a history class, and that he played a game with Zhao Wuhui later, many people actually didn't see it with their own eyes, so they thought it was just a rumor.

But now, facing the three people who often bullied Jiang Fengyan, he was no longer as silent as before, but fought back bravely, and he fought back so interestingly, which was indeed different from Jiang Fengyan before.

Today is Sunday, not a day for class, and Jiang Fengyan did not accompany Zhang Huan to report to the teacher. That is to say, it is very likely that he is here to sign up for the knockout round of the tennis club!
Thinking of this, a strangeness gradually appeared on the expressions of the people around.

It seems that not only his personality has changed drastically, but it is also true that he has become a tennis master!
"This brat also wants to sign up?"

After the three snorted coldly, one of them laughed and said, "Are you kidding? It's just that you beat that trash Zhao Wuhui, and you think you've really become a tennis master and you can participate in the knockout round? Ridiculous!"

"That's right, who in the school doesn't know that Class [-] is the class with the most nerds. Apart from being a little better at studying, what else can you do? Can you sing? Can you dance? Can you play football? Or can you play tennis? Guys like them with well-developed brains and simple limbs can play tennis? Don't make people laugh!"

Another person echoed.

Although the words are harsh, it is true in fact. Over the years, Class One has always been the class with the best academic performance, but in sports, there are not many capable people.

Of course not none, just very few.

Especially this year, Zhao Wuhui was the only one in Class [-] of the second year of high school who could do well in sports, but last year, he was completely defeated in the first round of the knockout round.

In this world, academic performance is not the most important thing.

Except for those who wanted to be teachers, academics, or politicians, most of them joined high school clubs.

The college entrance examination system is also completely different from that on Earth.

For example, those who joined the football club went to the football university in the end, and those who joined the basketball club were also tested for knowledge and skills in basketball.

As the most popular and popular sport in the world, tennis undoubtedly has the largest number of participants and the largest number of exams.

That's why there are tennis college scouts, which are used to discover tennis talents, exempt them from the exam, and recommend them to enter tennis colleges directly.

In high school, among all the departments and clubs, only the tennis club will have an entry knockout competition. For other clubs and departments, if you want to join, you only need to sign up.

Therefore, many students will go to other departments after they still fail to enter the tennis department in the second year of high school.

After all, they have to learn a skill before they can be born in society and earn money to support themselves.

Jiang Fengyan pretended that they had farted and did not hear the difficult words that came out of the three mouths.

Jiang Fengyan was not interested in gossiping with others.

Seeing that Jiang Fengyan ignored them, the three of them could only snort coldly, and then began to sneer again, each sentence getting worse.

But although Jiang Fengyan didn't say anything, the others couldn't take it anymore and replied loudly: "Jiang Hongfei, Cheng Yu, Zhao Xinran, can you three shut up, you say Jiang Fengyan is rubbish, but how can you compare with him? Is it academic performance or tennis skills? He can make Zhao Wuhui lose a point, can you do it? He can hit four consecutive ACEs in one game, can you do it? It's okay if he doesn't laugh at you, and he's still making noise, isn't it bothering you?"

Facing the verbal criticism from everyone, Jiang Hongfei and the others had no choice but to shut up, stare at Jiang Fengyan viciously, and leave with a flick of their sleeves—of course they didn't leave, but just signed up. Since everyone thinks that Jiang Fengyan is very strong, there is only one way to humiliate him: beat him perfectly in the club entry knockout round!

At this time, the time has come to eight o'clock.

On the boulevard, there are five registration points, all of which have already formed a long queue.

At first glance, it looks like three winding dragons, which looks quite spectacular.

"It's estimated that there are three to four hundred people?"

Jiang Fengyan shook his head, thinking that it is indeed the most popular sport. In this Xinle High School with only over 3000 students, one tenth of them chose tennis, not counting the girls' tennis club.

"Actually, as far as I know, tennis at Xinle High has gone downhill."

At this time, a young man who was about the same height as Jiang Fengyan came to him and sighed.

"you are?"

"Brat, you definitely don't know me!"

The young man smiled wretchedly, came to Jiang Fengyan's side, and patted him on the shoulder with a friendly hand as if he were his best friend.

Jiang Fengyan looked at him and noticed that the young man's eyes narrowed into a thin line, and a lot of information suddenly appeared in Jiang Fengyan's mind.

"Wen Xuan?"

When Jiang Fengyan called out the young man's name, the young man was stunned for a moment, and then went mad: "Ah, it's been eight years, why did you recognize me all of a sudden? Didn't I change at all in these eight years? It's unscientific!"

Wenxuan was Jiang Fengyan's primary school classmate, but Jiang Fengyan changed schools when he was in the fourth grade.

If it was really Jiang Fengyan who was here, he would definitely not know him. After all, the past few years have changed a lot, even though the small eyes did not show any signs of getting bigger.

"Seeing your unique little eyes, how could you not remember?"

Jiang Fengyan joked with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be admitted to Xinle High School!"

In fact, if it wasn't for traveling by myself, every time I see someone who has been in contact with Jiang Fengyan here, the memory will naturally emerge in my mind, otherwise, ghosts would recognize your little eyes!

"Please delete the word "surprisingly". Although I had a little accident in the elementary school entrance examination, which caused me to study for an extra year in the sixth grade of elementary school, my true strength is still here!"

Jiang Fengyan smiled: "You are still so funny!"

Wen Xuan glared at Jiang Fengyan with his tiny eyes and argued, "I'm not joking, I'm telling the truth."

"Wait a minute, what did you mean when you said that the Xinle Tennis Club is going downhill?" Jiang Fengyan changed the subject.

Wen Xuanda took a meaningful look at Jiang Fengyan and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, anyway, you also studied in this high school for a year, and you don't even know?"

Jiang Fengyan shrugged helplessly, because Jiang Fengyan here has completely isolated himself from tennis since that incident, so Jiang Fengyan naturally knew nothing about these things after time travel.

After Wenxuan gave a wretched smile, he pulled Jiang Fengyan to a flower bed, sat down, and slowly said: "From the perspective of tennis history, Xinle High School Tennis Club should be regarded as a wealthy family. In the past ten years, it has trained many professional players. Among the women's singles players, there are Li Fang, who once ranked No. The one who was picked and recommended by a famous tennis school is Li Hongshang, the current head of Xinle Tennis Club. He is called the Agassi of the East China by the media, and even the real Agassi, who is now number one in the world, agrees with him."

"However, after all, he is still a senior in high school and has to complete his basic studies. Forget it, those things just now are not the point. The point is that since six years ago, the record of the Xinle Tennis Club in the national competitions has been worse than every year. Basically, they have been hovering outside the top eight in the East. Until last year, the super genius Li Hongshang led the team to enter the Eastern Conference semifinals, creating the best record in history, but finally lost to Shangyong High School.

"Carrier high school?"

Hearing this name, Jiang Fengyan thought of Zhang Yunshui who came to find fault last time.

No wonder Zhou Huashang and the others looked so irritable and annoying when they saw Zhang Yunshui.

"I don't know exactly what happened at that time. In short, for the sake of development, I originally wanted to go to Shangyong High School. You know, if we can join the tennis club of these powerful and well-known wealthy high schools, the higher our chances of being spotted by scouts, the greater our chances of entering the professional arena."

"Then why did you choose this Xinle, which is not as good as every year?"

"Because I heard that you are here, I came here, but when I first arrived at this school, I never found you."

Hearing this, Jiang Fengyan smiled and said, "Didn't you find me now?"

Wenxuan smiled: "I'm curious about one thing. What happened to those three people just now? What's more, these people seem to have a strange opinion of you."

After hearing this sentence, Jiang Fengyan pretended to be confused and said, "What's so strange?"

"In their opinion, it seems that your personality shouldn't be like this, but I remember very clearly that you had this kind of personality when you were young, and it hasn't changed much. In other words, what happened to you in the past few years that made you become another kind of personality?"

Although it was a pair of eyes that couldn't be smaller, they could always see the crux of the problem at a glance, which made Jiang Fengyan a little troubled.

After all, what happened to Jiang Fengyan was too unimaginable to explain.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Fengyan had no choice but to tell the story of what happened when he was eight years old, and then made up some random stories and connected them together. As a result, the little eyes really believed it.

"So it is."

After a while, a memory suddenly appeared in Jiang Fengyan's mind. Following this memory, Jiang Fengyan inadvertently asked, "Is your father okay?"

At this moment, Wen Xuan's face immediately darkened, just like the sky covered by clouds.

(End of this chapter)