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Chapter 362 Tennis Park!

In fact, it's not that Tezuka Kunimitsu doesn't like Yan Chong, it's really hard for him to bear such a thing.

His hand has been injured for a while, and it has been repeated repeatedly in the middle, and he has not recovered.

He didn't want to give himself hope, and then found out that it was just a mirror image.

He'd rather no one had ever healed him.

But Oishi Shuichiro knew what he was thinking. As the vice president, he would put the overall situation first in everything.

He doesn't care what Tezuka Kunimitsu thinks, as long as there is a slight chance, he is willing to try.

So only Oishi Shuichiro chased after him, forced the vial into Tezuka Kunimitsu's hand, and explained to him for a long time before turning back.

Seeing this wave of operations by them, Yan Chong couldn't help but run wild in his heart.

Hey, that potion is mine!
It's easy to say whether you need it or not, can you respect me a little bit?

It’s as if I was rushing to beg you to use it!
After completing Tezuka Kunimitsu's "punishment", today's tennis club activities are over.

Yan Chong could only leave first, have dinner at the snack street, and then run to the tennis training center for practice.

His goal today was to practice three different serves, especially super-fast flat shots.

It is said that even though the batting speed is fast, it is very easy to make mistakes, but Yan Chong thinks this is entirely due to lack of practice.

As long as the practice is in place, no matter how fast the speed is, it will be able to accurately land on the target location.

After a night of training, the accuracy of Yan Chong's serve has also greatly improved, and he gradually dared to speed up, which is much faster than the wave ball.

Yan Chong even felt that even a professional athlete might not be able to serve him so fast, right?
But as his IQ increased, so did his math abilities.

He felt that the angle of the ball seemed to be more important than the speed when he hit the ball!
The fast speed just makes the opponent unable to react, and it seems that the effect is not good for those players who are above the regular selection.

But if the angle is tricky enough, he can even move his opponent away from the field by a large margin!
So in the rest of the time, Yan Chong deliberately began to adjust the landing point of the ball and the direction of the bounce, which was more like a side spin ball idea.

And when he was bored, he set up the two serving machines again, and when returning the ball, he forced himself to use the wave ball he just learned today.

The strength of the wave ball is really nothing to him. He can hit hundreds of wave balls in one breath, but his arm doesn't even feel numb.

In the end, every ordinary return shot he made with ease had the effect of fluctuating the ball.

But the barbed wire wall on the opposite side couldn't bear it anymore, and it frequently suffered huge force, making it creak.

So Yan Chong felt so excited that he even forgot that tomorrow is Saturday.

There is no school on weekends, so the tennis club is also closed, but he didn't remember it until he got to school.

Yan Chong suddenly felt that there was nothing else to do.

He can't keep training against the ball machine, he's almost going to be stupid!

So he decided to go to the tennis park for a walk.

As the owner of the sporting goods store said, the tennis park brings together a large number of people who like tennis nearby.

Their levels are uneven, and they don't have to worry about finding opponents.

And not just not afraid of not being able to find an opponent, but even worrying about not being able to find a venue.

There are a lot of people here, especially during the day on Saturdays, and Yan Chong can't find an empty space at all.

But Yan Chong didn't care, this was a rare opportunity to learn, so he wandered around from place to place, wanting to see what level other people had reached, and which place he could adapt to.

He was strolling here when he heard someone "Ouch" and fell to the ground.

Yan Chong hurried over to check, only to find that the person who was beaten was actually an acquaintance, Senior Arai.

Why is Arai here?

Yan Chong murmured in his heart.

But although his relationship with Arai is delicate, Arai is also from Qingxue after all, if he is bullied, Yan Chong still wants to stand up for him.

So Yan Chong quickly walked over, only to find a tall man standing opposite Arai.

This is a really tall man, definitely more than 1.8 meters tall, and his body is well-proportioned, and his muscles are full of explosive power.

He combed his gray and white back hair, which made his height look taller. He had two huge dead fish eyes with very small eye sockets, and he didn't look like a good person at first glance.

He not only knocked Arai to the ground, but also some young students beside him, such as Katsuro, who was also in the first grade.

It seemed that they had a dispute because of the venue, and Arai, as a second-year student, was obviously not a match for this person who already had an almost adult figure.

"Don't go too far." Yan Chong stood up directly, "If you mess around again, I will call the police!"

"Hey, where are you so stupid?" The man smiled, "Are you trying to stand up for them? What's the use of calling the police? There are violent incidents in Tokyo all day long. They won't come to our trivial matters. !"

He stretched his waist, as if he didn't look down on Yan Chong.

"Are you sure you won't come?" Yan Chong scratched his head, "I always thought that disputes in this world should be settled by tennis. I didn't expect you to decide to use violence?"

"So what?" The man was very disdainful, "If you don't accept it, come and beat me! Otherwise, get out!"

Really, Yan Chong had never heard of such a request from him in his life.

So Yan Chong was not polite. It was rare for a game to be won without playing. He just punched him.

That person was really smart, seeing that Yan Chong really dared to do something, he immediately cheered up.

Facing Yan Chong's direct punch, he dodged very quickly and easily dodged it. It looked like he had practiced it.

But he didn't know that Yan Chong's fist was always just a decoration, and only the rookie at the bottom would be hit so easily by his fist.

Yan Chong's real trump card was the sliding shovel he received after he swung his fist.

There is no creature that can withstand a shovel kicking the calf. If there is, Yan Chong can consider kicking the crotch.

Anyway, when Yan Chong was swinging his fist, although that person looked lazy, his eyes were still focused on Yan Chong's fist, for fear that his punch would be a stubble, and it would be bad if he really hit it.

But in fact, Yan Chong's lower kick is the real kung fu. No matter where he is, he can accurately kick out with a sliding shovel in a distorted shape.

The man's calf was kicked directly, so he was kicked and broken.

"Yo, I seem to have struck too hard?" Yan Chong got up from the ground and said.

(End of this chapter)