Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 3 Minister
"1-0, Jiang Fengyan takes the lead."

Liu Fangze glanced at Zhao Wuhui, thinking that this kid would lose his first serve, it was really hopeless.

Zhao Wuhui stared at Jiang Fengyan viciously, not knowing why this bookworm became so powerful, didn't he never touch tennis?

The students outside the iron net were a little surprised after Jiang Fengyan won the first game.

In particular, Jiang Fengyan played a love game in the opponent's serve.

The so-called lovegame means that in a tennis game, the side wins four points in a row, and the opponent gets no points, and the meaning of love is zero points.

"Is this really that nerd?"

"That's right, but then again, is it because his opponent is too weak?"

"That's right, that kid is not from the tennis club after all, and it's normal to have a low level."

These words, falling into Zhao Wuhui's ears, were extremely harsh.

His complexion became more and more ugly, and he thought to himself that he would try his best to get back a game.

"Just let me see how your serve goes."

Zhao Wuhui held the racket tightly and stared at Jiang Fengyan with all his attention.

After Jiang Fengyan glanced at Zhao Wuhui's position, he raised his head and tossed the ball high, then exerted force with his feet, and while turning his body, he suddenly waved his arms and swung towards the falling tennis ball.

This is a very standard side spin serve, just like Zhao Wuhui's serve.

After seeing Jiang Fengyan's serve, the students around all shouted: "What, that Jiang Fengyan who has never touched tennis can actually serve so formally!"

As soon as the words fell, there was only a bang, and the tennis ball fell inside the bottom corner of the first area, less than one centimeter from the boundary line, and then popped out of the field.

Before Zhao Wuhui had time to see the trajectory of the tennis ball clearly, he realized that he had lost points.

"What happened to the serve just now?"

Zhao Wuhui turned his head, looked at the tennis ball that bounced off the ground and hit the iron net, opened his mouth wide, unable to speak.

"No, it's an ace."

"That Jiang Fengyan was able to throw an ACE ball!"

"It's amazing. Although the opponent's level is low, it's not easy to hit an ace. Is he really Jiang Fengyan?"

Regarding the ACE ball developed by Jiang Feng just now, the students outside the iron net couldn't hold back their surprise, and began to discuss loudly with the people around them.

Liu Fangze was also stunned for a moment. Although the serve was a simple sidespin serve just like Zhao Wuhui's, Jiang Fengyan's choice of tennis balls was extremely tricky, and even members of the tennis club may not be able to do this tricky ball 100%.

"This Jiang Fengyan is hiding deep enough!"

Liu Fangze sighed, he can no longer be treated as a novice, at least he is much higher than this Zhao Wuhui.

"Referee, you are so stupid and cute, okay?"

After Jiang Fengyan scored, Liu Fangze did not make a judgment. He glanced at Liu Fangze with a sneer and reminded him.

Only then did Liu Fangze come back to his senses, his face changed slightly, no doubt he was a little angry at what Jiang Fengyan said just now, and he shouted loudly: "ACE! 15-0."

Next is the second serve, also ACE.

After sending out four ACEs in a row, the score came to 2-0.
Another lovegame, and four consecutive ACEs.

The strength gap between Jiang Fengyan and Zhao Wuhui has been fully reflected.

Liu Fangze opened his mouth even more in surprise. To be honest, even he himself couldn't guarantee that he would hit four ACEs against Zhao Wuhui.

"When did this Jiang Fengyan become so strong?"

Liu Fangze frowned.

In the end, the game ended in the 9th minute, and Jiang Fengyan won 6-0.

Jiang Fengyan stretched vigorously. To him, the match just now was no different from a warm-up.

Glancing at the dazed and embarrassed Zhao Wuhui, Jiang Fengyan sneered, and said mercilessly, "You're still far behind!"

Zhao Wuhui, who lost the game, quickly put his tail between his legs, and didn't even take away his tennis racket, and fled amidst the laughter of the crowd.

The game was over, the farce was over, and the crowd dispersed, leaving only the students of Class [-], Grade [-], still in a daze, wondering what happened to Jiang Fengyan today?Is this Jiang Fengyan in front of him still that Jiang Fengyan?

Liu Fangze got down from the referee's chair. He didn't know Jiang Fengyan very well. After all, he was not in the same class. Although he was often praised in the morning, he didn't care. He didn't like someone who didn't like tennis.

However, after watching his game today, Liu Fangze's opinion of Jiang Fengyan has changed.

"I really didn't expect that you are not only good at studying, but also good at tennis. But I have a question, why you didn't want to touch tennis before, as if you were afraid of tennis."

"is it?"

Jiang Fengyan was taken aback. He thought that Jiang Fengyan here didn't simply dislike tennis, but was afraid of tennis. Why?
Seeing the puzzled expression on Jiang Fengyan's face, Liu Fangze was completely stunned, wondering if this kid has a dual personality?

"The game just now wasn't fun, right?"

Liu Fangze suddenly changed the subject and asked with a smile.

After hearing this, Jiang Fengyan slightly raised the corners of his mouth and gave a small smile.

"Why, do you want to fight with me too?"

Liu Fangze heard this, and mistakenly thought that Jiang Fengyan was very good because he was an official tennis player, so he didn't dare to fight with him, so he said, "Is it not possible? Don't worry, I won't use my full strength."

Jiang Fengyan snorted coldly, and said, "If you don't use all your strength, you will lose miserably."

Liu Fangze froze for a moment. He didn't expect Jiang Fengyan to say such a thing, and then he shook his head and laughed.

It's just that at this time, his expression has changed, and now he is very serious.

"Then try."

After speaking, he took out the tennis racket from his racket bag and stood on the tennis court.

Jiang Fengyan also came to the tennis court. At this time, there was no sound in his mind.

Jiang Fengyan frowned and thought to himself, can't he get points in the match with him?
Thinking of this, Jiang Fengyan shrugged indifferently.

"Forget it, as long as you can play."

"Who will serve first?" Jiang Fengyan asked.

"You serve first."

Liu Fangze said, then bent down slightly with a serious expression, swaying from side to side, waiting for Jiang Fengyan's serve.

"No way, Jiang Fengyan wants to compete with Liu Fangze?"

At this time, there were not many people left by the tennis court, but seeing Jiang Fengyan and Liu Fangze standing on the tennis court, especially looking at their posture, it was obvious that they were about to start a fight.

"There is a good show to watch, hurry up and ask someone to watch it."

"The match between Jiang Fengyan and Liu Fangze, an official member of the tennis team!"

The troublemakers on the edge of the tennis court ran away frantically and publicized everywhere in the school.

However, just as Jiang Fengyan threw the ball high, a loud shout came out suddenly, which made Jiang Fengyan tremble in fright.

The tennis ball hit the ground, bounced and rolled away.

Jiang Fengyan and Liu Fangze followed the prestige at the same time.

I saw a tall boy with dyed red hair, wearing a white suit, with his hands in his trouser pockets, standing outside the iron fence and looking at them expressionlessly.

"Liu Fangze, you don't train, what are you doing here, go back!"

Liu Fangze sighed, and said obediently: "Understood, Minister!"

Then he came to Jiang Fengyan's side and said softly: "Let's save the match between us and find a chance to fight."

After speaking, he hurriedly left the tennis court.

"Is he the head of the tennis department? It feels terrible."

Looking at the back of the tall boy leaving, Jiang Fengyan slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"There is a tennis club, how can I get in?"

At this time, Jiang Fengyan's classmates all came to his side, surrounded him and said, "That's right, Jiang Fengyan, you dare to compete with the official tennis team members."

"Isn't there no comparison?"

After Jiang Fengyan said something casually, he raised his head to look at the sky, thinking that today's class is over.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fengyan handed the tennis racket to a classmate and said, "Please return this racket to Zhao Wuhui."

After speaking, Jiang Fengyan put his hands behind his head and left the tennis court.

It wasn't until Jiang Fengyan left for a long distance that his classmate chased after him and shouted, "Jiang Fengyan, there are two classes left in the morning!"

The class bell rang, and many students skipped class and came to the tennis court. Looking at the empty tennis court, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

"What about the agreed game?"

(End of this chapter)