Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 9 Play with me
"What an arrogant brat, there isn't a single good thing in charge of the high school tennis club!"

Zhou Huashang pouted, and looked at the high school student Zhang Yunshui who was talking outrageously, and seemed to have a lot of opinions on their transportation to the university.

After Yang Kerui cast a cold glance at Zhang Yunshui, he came to Zhou Huashang's side and said, "Let's leave him alone."

"Why, you don't dare to fight with me. I know that your Xinle High School Tennis Club is a novice training camp. I really don't know what those media think. They think that your Xinle High School Tennis Club can enter the finals in this year's national competition. Pooh!"

Sailor Zhang Yun spit on the ground holding the racket.

"This kid is too much, no, I can't bear it, I want to fight him."

Zhou Huashang has gone crazy, Yang Kerui quickly stopped Zhou Huashang, and persuaded: "Don't be impulsive, Huashang, we don't need to fight him here."

After speaking, Yang Kerui came to Zhang Yunshui and said coldly: "If you have the ability, we will see you at the national competition, but, hmph, I'm afraid you don't have this chance."

Hearing this, Zhang Yunshui gritted his teeth and cut his teeth, because he is not an official player and is not eligible to play.

"Our school's tennis club is too strong. Of course I can't become an official player, nor can I play against you on the court, but I just want to prove to those people that the official players of your Xinle High School Tennis Club can't even beat the unofficial players of our carrier high school tennis club."

"No, this brat is really annoying, nerd, give me the tennis racket, let me fight him for a hundred rounds."

Zhou Huashang jumped up violently, but was firmly held down by Yang Kerui.

"Calm down, Huashang, it's not that we don't know Zhang Yunshui. He's just a member of the Tennis Club. There's no need to fight him. And if we fight him, no matter whether we win or lose, he will scold us. If we win, he will say that our official players bully other rookies.

Zhang Yunshui, who was told the real purpose by Yang Kerui, gave a cut and looked at them coldly. In his heart, he really planned to do so.

Jiang Fengyan watched from the side, came to them with a smile, and said, "If that's the case, let me play with you?"

Glancing at Jiang Fengyan, Zhang Yunshui snorted coldly and asked, "Who are you? I only play against the regular players of the tennis club."

Jiang Fengyan listened, smiled lightly, and said, "My name is Jiang Fengyan. I'm just a novice tennis player. It seems that I don't even have the qualifications to enter the tennis club of this school. Otherwise, you can play a warm-up game with me first. After all, my seniors also played a game just now. If this is the case, it seems fair. How about it? If you beat me, I will let the seniors play a game with you."

Zhang Yunshui had never heard of Jiang Fengyan. He had obtained the list of members of the Tennis Club of Xinle High School through some illegal channels before, and the word Jiang Fengyan did not appear in it.

"That is to say, Jiang Fengyan is 80.00% a novice, so he must be able to win easily, and he can just warm up."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yunshui nodded.

"Hey, nerd, are you sure you want to fight?"

Zhou Huashang asked.

"Nerd?" Jiang Fengyan squinted his eyes, glanced at Zhou Huashang and said, "I'm familiar with you, don't worry, I should be able to hold on for a while."

"Acquainted?" Zhou Huashang pouted, and looked back at Yang Kerui, as if asking him how he was doing.

After Yang Kerui nodded, he said with interest: "You can see, although we have never seen him touch tennis, it is only because we have known him for a year, maybe he has played before, and by the way, we can also see if the school's rumors are true."

Jiang Yinling stood aside expectantly. To be honest, she didn't know if Jiang Fengyan had played tennis since that incident, but after all, his dream was to become a professional player, so she was more willing to believe that Jiang Fengyan would never play tennis once in the past eight years because of that incident!

Jiang Fengyan stood on the tennis court, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

——Net King system has been activated.

Opponent grade: D-

Defeat your opponent within 10 minutes to get ten points.

If you defeat your opponent within 10 minutes, you can get [-] points.

If you defeat your opponent within 10 minutes, you can get five points.

Three beat opponents over 10 minutes, zero points.

If you lose the battle, you will lose the points you earned before.

--come on!
"It seems that this time the opponent is finally a real opponent."

Jiang Fengyan held the racket, feeling a little excited.

The game starts, Zhang Yunshui serves!
"Cut, I'm just a novice, get over it quickly, so I can fight with Zhou Huashang and the others! Complete the task assigned to me by the senior!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Yunshui threw the ball high, then stood on tiptoes slightly, turned his body, and sent the ball vigorously.

Although the speed of the ball is not fast, it will never be as weak as Zhao Wuhui's serve.

Jiang Fengyan saw the opportunity, took a step forward, and caught the tennis ball with a forehand swing. As Jiang Fengyan expected, the power of this ball was much stronger, but for Jiang Fengyan, it was easy to fight back!
boom!
With the sound of the tennis ball falling to the ground, the tennis ball quickly landed on the bottom corner and bounced up. It landed on the court without going out of bounds. The score was 15-0.

"Wow, that nerd is amazing." Zhou Huashang was stunned.

Yang Kerui was stunned for a moment, and then said: "This ball was returned cleanly, without any hesitation!"

"What's going on with this ball, I always feel a little strange, the landing is wrong."

Zhang Yunshui frowned and looked up.

"Hey, is he a left-hander? No wonder the placement is so weird."

This is the first time Zhang Yunshui has played against a left-hander.

At this time, only Jiang Yinling was puzzled, not surprised, because she knew that Jiang Fengyan was definitely not left-handed.

After thinking of a certain possibility, Jiang Yinling suddenly gave a wry smile.

"Feng Yan, you are not doing well."

1-0, Zhang Yunshui takes the lead.

Jiang Fengyan let out a long breath at this moment, and after cutting, he frowned, feeling a little pity.

It almost broke.

Sure enough, Zhang Yunshui's level is not average. After all, he is also a member of the high school tennis club, so he must have been carefully selected.

If you want to beat him, you can, but it won't be that simple.

Jiang Feng develops the ball!
"Is this kid really just a novice?"

Zhang Yunshui frowned. In the first game just now, he was almost broken by the opponent. He said that he was a novice, and he would believe it, but his name was not in the list of the tennis team.

"I didn't expect that there is also a hidden master in that Xinle High School, Che."

When Zhang Yunshui was in a daze, the ball had already been served. Originally, the ball was not very tricky, and he could catch it with his ability, but because of the daze, he missed the best opportunity. The tennis ball and the racket brushed, 15-0.

"The landing point just now is not good."

After Jiang Fengyan took another look at Zhang Yunshui's position, he gritted his teeth and threw the ball high.

"You will never catch this ball!"

The tennis ball flew out quickly, with a strong spin, and drew a rainbow arc in the air. After passing the net, it fell rapidly, and suddenly jumped aside at the moment it landed!

Zhang Yunshui opened his mouth wide, staring at the weird ball, he froze there.

Not only him, but also Zhou Huashang, Yang Kerui and Jiang Yinling beside the arena were all taken aback.

"This ball is a serving method often used by professional players - topspin serve."

Yang Kerui cried out in surprise.

"For a high school student, this is already very powerful."

The so-called topspin is a kind of serve in which the racket swings from the back down to the front and up, rubbing the entire sphere to produce the ball turning from the back down to the front and up.

This kind of ball is characterized by high flight range, fast fall, small reflection angle when landing, and large forward momentum, which is easy to control afterburner. At the same time, it is difficult for the opponent to predict the landing point and difficult to return.

Zhang Yunshui snorted coldly, it was just luck, it was just a coincidence.

The game continues.

When more than ten minutes passed, the scene was almost controlled by Jiang Fengyan. The score of the game came to 3-1, and Jiang Fengyan took the lead.

"You kid, you are really insidious. You said that you are a novice, which caused me to underestimate the enemy. Now I have to be serious. Just wait for me and watch me catch up!"

Zhang Yunshui pointed at Jiang Fengyan with a tennis racket and shouted unwillingly.

Jiang Fengyan smiled slightly, changed his normal routine, and also pointed at Zhang Yunshui with a tennis racket, and said contemptuously, "You are still far behind!"

Whether it was this sentence or Jiang Fengyan's change of polite and humble attitude, Zhang Yunshui was completely angered.

After observing the four games, Jiang Yinling almost got some basic information about Zhang Yunshui.

"Zhang Yunshui, speed 54, wrist strength 61, ball control 62, footwork 58, agility 58, physical strength 70. Good at hitting type: forehand drive and baseline volley."

"It's pretty normal."

Jiang Yinling frowned suddenly as she said that, because she found that she couldn't see any information from Jiang Fengyan's body.

"What's going on? Why is there a blank in my mind."

(End of this chapter)