Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 30
On the tennis court, the match had reached the third game. After the two exchanged courts, Sun Yi served.

Sun Yi continued to serve with a standard side spin, and the tennis ball flew towards the inner corner of the first zone with a side spin. Jiang Fengyan caught it head-on, and the moment the tennis ball touched the bottom and bounced, he swung the racket and hit it into the right corner of the baseline with his backhand, making way for Sun Yi, who was on the center line, to move to the right.

The tennis ball landed near the outer corner of the bottom line, only a few centimeters away from the sideline, as Jiang Feng's research predicted.

At this time, Sun Yi, who came to the outer corner of the bottom line, shifted his eyes slightly the moment he caught the ball, and found that Jiang Fengyan had returned to near the center line.

"Returning to defense is so fast!"

boom!
With the loud sound of the racket hitting the tennis ball, Sun Yi gritted his teeth and made a forehand, wanting to hit the left corner line close to the front of the net, but this place was extremely dangerous, not only for Jiang Fengyan, but also for himself.

If the rotation is too much, the tennis ball may fly directly out of the bottom line, if it is too light, the angle will become smaller, and the possibility of Jiang Fengyan arriving will increase.

Once he stepped forward to volley and changed direction drastically, he would very likely fall into a passive position.

Sun Yi clasped his wrist fiercely, and wiped it hard.

Let the tennis ball rattle on the racket, and after a loud shout, the tennis ball spins towards the court where Jiang Feng Research Institute is located, the left corner sideline is close to the front of the net, and at the moment when it seems to be about to fly out of the court, it suddenly falls and lands inside the tennis court in time.

Although Jiang Fengyan had already judged it, he was still a step late and bounced the tennis ball.

15-0, Sun Yi leads!
"nice shot!"

After watching this round, the middle-aged man applauded. In his opinion, Sun Yi handled the ball very well, even if there was some danger, but after the success of the ball, the danger appeared to be very essence.

The girl next to the middle-aged man also felt a little bit of admiration in her heart. She was indeed a genius who swept her opponent 6-0 in the finals of the junior high school tennis tournament last year.

"Jiang Fengyan, how should you deal with it?"

The corner of the girl's mouth raised slightly, and she shifted her gaze to Jiang Fengyan.

The ball just now was indeed beautiful, but in Jiang Fengyan's opinion, it was still too risky, not to mention that luck accounted for a large part.

If the luck is a little bit worse, the tennis ball flies out of the court and then falls, isn't it funny?
Sun Yi served again, and the same as before, the landing point of the tennis ball did not change at all.

Jiang Fengyan was taken aback for a moment, thinking, do you want to try again?
But since you want to try, I will accompany you!
After a sneer, Jiang Fengyan hit the tennis ball into the right corner of the baseline with a backhand.

Sun Yi picked it up, looked up and found that Jiang Fengyan had come to the center line again, gritted his teeth, Sun Yi wanted to hit the tennis ball to the left corner line near the net again, but it actually landed in the court, Jiang Fengyan still couldn't catch up.

30-0.
Jiang Fengyan looked at Sun Yi in a daze, and Sun Yi had a smug smile on his face, as if to say, I won.

"Tch, isn't it luck?"

After a cut, Jiang Fengyan returned to the bottom line with the tennis racket on his shoulder.

At this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, and it seemed that he had underestimated him a little.

Then the same scene played out again. In the end, Sun Yi beat Jiang Fengyan in a lovegame, won the round, and easily held serve!

After watching this game, the middle-aged man fell into deep thought.

"Is this his weakness?"

The girl on the side was also silent, and she seemed to see the problem.

However, Jiang Fengyan didn't know it.

Jiang Fengyan's serve.

When Jiang Fengyan tossed the tennis ball high and was about to serve, Sun Yi suddenly snorted coldly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to keep your serve in this round."

Jiang Fengyan was stunned for a moment, but the ball fell to the ground.

"Would you please stop talking while I'm serving?"

After Sun Yi shrugged, he sneered in his heart.

It was also a standard side-spin serve. After the tennis ball passed the net, it landed in the outer corner of the first area. After being caught by Sun Yi, he even hit a forehand slice that was used for defense when he was downwind. But there is no doubt that he was not defending, but doing it on purpose.

Jiang Fengyan stepped forward quickly, and before the tennis ball hit the ground, he volleyed with a forehand and released a high ball.

At this moment, the girl couldn't help leaning forward slightly, and the middle-aged man frowned deeper at the same time.

After Sun Yi smiled triumphantly, he quickly ran towards the tennis ball, and then relied on his excellent jumping ability to jump high and smash it with one blow.

With a swish, the tennis ball brushed past Jiang Fengyan, landed heavily in the backcourt, then bounced high and flew towards the iron net.

15-0, Sun Yi leads.

Looking back at the tennis ball bouncing off the iron net, Jiang Fengyan fell silent.

Sun Yi smiled complacently, with a look of arrogance.

"I'm really sorry, from now on, I'm afraid you won't get any points from me."

Looking back, Jiang Fengyan frowned. At this moment, he had vaguely discovered his own problem.

Then, on the second serve, Sun Yi drew a gourd and won another point from Jiang Fengyan.

30-0.
"It seems that it is so."

The middle-aged man was silent, and then sat back on the wooden chair.

The girl clenched her pink fist nervously at this time. Although she was not very familiar with Jiang Fengyan and had no contact with him, he was also her classmate, a student of Xinle High School, and might even become a member of the Xinle Tennis Club in the future.

Therefore, seeing that Jiang Fengyan had been cornered, she felt somewhat sad.

It's just that he doesn't know whether Jiang Feng's research is aware of his own problem. If he knows it, he can find a way to avoid it. If he doesn't realize it, then the problem is very serious.

"If this serve cannot be kept, it will be very close."

The girl thought silently in her heart.

On the court, Jiang Fengyan tossed the ball high, and then still used the standard side spin serve, but the angle became more tricky.

However, Sun Yi fought back with all his strength. Jiang Fengyan looked at the tennis ball flying towards him, and slammed it in mid-air.

Sun Yi staggered to the left, turned around, sliced ​​the ball with a backhand, and the tennis ball quickly spun and flew towards the left corner of the baseline.

Jiang Fengyan could only open his mouth wide, watching the tennis ball fly by in front of his eyes, and then bounce off the court.

40-0.
Break point!
"It's over." The girl shook her head and sighed.

The middle-aged man still frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, Jiang Fengyan finally understood what his problem was.

That was because he was not very good at running vertically, which made him like to hit the ball from the bottom line, so his net skills were a bit poor. Once the opponent dropped the tennis ball to the net, Jiang Fengyan would always make various mistakes in handling these shots. Although small, they were fatal.

4-2.
The last ball was lost, Jiang Fengyan lost the serve, and Sun Yi temporarily took the lead 4-2.

Although the score didn't seem to be that big, Jiang Fengyan was dealt a big blow by being broken. What's more, Jiang Fengyan had to face an extremely serious problem.

It is impossible to solve this problem on the field. Therefore, as long as Sun Yi keeps fighting against his own weaknesses, there will be no suspense in winning or losing this game.

How should we play the next two rounds?

Looking at Sun Yi who was about to serve, Jiang Fengyan scratched the back of his head, feeling a little annoyed. Could this really be his limit?
(End of this chapter)