Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 216 Nadal with a hat-trick, 6-0, sweeping to the final!
Everyone was stunned.

I didn't expect the break of serve to happen so quickly in this game.

Jiang Hong broke serve in the first game.

Wow, Jiang Shen is terrifying!

[It's downright brutal.]

[What happened? During the break, my wife called me to take care of some things, and when I came out, Nadal had already been broken.]

[Upstairs, did you handle this so quickly?]

Is three full minutes fast enough?

[Anything that lasts more than three minutes is a medical condition...]

Soon, the discussion on the forum began to veer off course.

Nadal clenched his teeth and looked up at Jiang Hong across from him.

"no!"

"Even if we lose the game, we can't lose like this!"

It's worth noting that Nadal's worst performance is on indoor hard courts of all surfaces.

But losing the game in such a frustrating way is just too embarrassing.

After changing venues, Jiang Hong didn't dawdle.

After all, if you give an opponent like Nadal time, you're not going to be able to win.

If I manage to get back into form, wouldn't I be making things difficult for myself?

So after standing at the serve point, Jiang Hong immediately held his breath and concentrated.

Throw the ball, push off the ground, rotate your body, and swing the racket!
All the movements were incredibly smooth and executed in one go.

boom!
With a crisp sound, the tennis ball shot through the net like a cannonball.

The speedometer reading jumped to 209 km/h in an instant.

"Inner corner!"

Nadal watched the subtle movements of Jiang Hong's wrist and instantly got the answer in his mind.

The tennis ball landed precisely at the intersection of the center line and the service line.

After landing, there was no pause.

It bounced directly towards Nadal's backhand.

"coming!"

Nadal had already moved quickly to the inside the moment Jiang Hong swung his racket.

His foot speed had almost reached its limit, and he stretched his racket to its maximum.

"Whoo~"

However, the angle and speed of this serve were already at their maximum.

At this moment, it is impossible to complete an effective pre-shot.

The racket and the tennis ball brushed past each other through the air, and the tennis ball bounced out of bounds quickly!
"ACE!"

"15:0!"

The referee's voice faded, and the score jumped!

The Chinese fans erupted in cheers instantly.

"Great! Two more, please!"

"Jiang Shen, you're awesome!"

"Go, Jiang Hong Beast!"

The outlook for the entire match can be described as very optimistic.

After taking the first set, they easily won four consecutive points in the return game.

Serving games have always been Jiang Hong's forte, and he hit an ace right from the first point.

Even the most pessimistic person would not believe that Jiang Hong is in imminent danger.

"LaFerrari, LaFerrari!"

Although there are still fans cheering for Nadal, they have become sparse.

Many more fans were already hanging their heads, looking at the stadium with disappointment.

Jiang Hong took the tennis ball from the caddie, returned to the baseline to prepare to serve, and looked up to find that his opponent did not seem to be at the baseline.

Turning around, I spotted Nadal standing to the side, wiping sweat with a towel.

However, the movements were somewhat slow, clearly indicating that they were stalling for time.

We need to break Jiang Hong's momentum!

Nadal's time management was excellent; he returned to the court before the referee's warning.

With knees slightly bent and body lowered, he held the racket horizontally in front of him, ready to receive the serve.

Jiang Hong's serve finally began.

Toss the ball, swing the racket!
The movement was incredibly simple, yet the tennis ball hurtled forward like a cannonball.

"Jiang Hongqiu's speed is too fast!"

"We can't just stick to defense, otherwise even if we manage to receive the serve, Jiang Hong can still connect with the next attack!"

Thinking of this, Nadal's eyes flickered.

Having made up my mind, I said, "Let's get moving!"

Their feet immediately began to move, no longer simply defensive blocking, but offensive!

Turn your body to the side, shift your weight onto your left foot, and quickly draw back the racket with your forehand.

The tennis ball hurtled rapidly toward the racket.

Nadal suddenly yanked his racket out forcefully.

"what?"

"so tall?"

Fans familiar with Nadal at the scene were somewhat surprised.

Because Nadal doesn't usually hit the ball at that height.

Snapped!
A desperate, aggressive return of serve!
The tennis ball flew out of Nadal's racket like a green lightning bolt.

They aimed straight for Jiang Hong's open backhand position.

"So fast!"

Jiang Hong reacted very quickly, but she still couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when she saw the tennis ball.

With a push of his feet, he surged forward.

Jiang Hong twisted his wrist and swung his racket.

Sitting in the broadcasting room, Zhang Sheng clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the court.

"Hit!"

Upon seeing the racket hit the tennis ball, Zhang Sheng suddenly shouted.

Unfortunately, the ball was not of high quality.

It landed in Nadal's midfield.

Nadal, who holds the initiative, will certainly not remain indifferent.

He immediately strode forward and unleashed a powerful, wide-angle change of direction with his forehand.

The tennis ball flew through a path completely out of Jiang Hong's reach and landed in the opposite blind spot.

"15:15!"

Zhang Sheng sighed, shook his head, and said.

"What a pity!"

Chinese fans could only sigh in sympathy, but for Nadal's fans, it was like a shot of adrenaline!
Like rain after a long drought, they immediately burst into enthusiastic shouts.

After scoring, Nadal finally felt relieved.

Although the score is still far behind.

However, the lack of points for a long time put considerable pressure on even a tennis legend like Nadal.

Nadal waved to his fans in the stands.

Jiang Hong changed positions, took a deep breath, and steadied his breathing.

With a bang, the tennis ball was launched instantly.

"Outer corner!"

Nadal once again used his forehand to forcefully push the ball back into Jiang Hong's deep area.

The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle for the bottom line!

This time, the multiple shots were completely different from the previous ones.

Nadal's every shot carried a stronger topspin and a deeper landing point than before.

Nadal's running ability was also on full display at this moment.

They weren't worried about Jiang Hong's movements at all, and spared no effort in saving the ball.

There is only one purpose.

This forced Jiang Hong to make a mistake!
"Come on, come on!"

Since Nadal is willing to play along, Jiang Hong is equally determined.

His footwork was also quick, with forehand and backhand constantly alternating, and he held off Nadal's attack in the high-speed confrontation.

The depth and angle of the return shot were also maximized.

They didn't give Nadal any chance to kill the match with his forehand.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Inside the court, all that could be heard were the resounding crashes of tennis balls hitting racket strings and the screeching sounds of players' shoes rubbing against the hard court.

The audience in the stands didn't even dare to blink; the changes were happening far too fast.

Worried about missing out on the best moments.

This round exceeded 20 beats!
It was definitely a long rally, and the game was still undecided.

Both players were rapidly depleting their stamina; with each shot, it felt as if their lungs were being burned by flames.

But no one was prepared to be the first to lose this point.

In the end, it was Jiang Hong who decided to make a variation.

After making a wide-ranging run to save the ball, Jiang Hong suddenly slid and stopped abruptly.

Shift your weight to your left side and grip the racket with your right hand in a backhand grip.

Lower the racket head to below the knee, open the racket face at a 30-degree angle, and slightly arch your back to generate power.

As the tennis ball bounced to shoulder height, Jiang Hong suddenly swung his racket diagonally forward with his forearm.

"Reverse cut!"

Nadal's pupils contracted sharply, and he took a deep breath.

His extensive tactical knowledge immediately provided the answer.

"He wanted to change the pace."

But Nadal keenly observed this change.

"We absolutely cannot give Jiang Hong this opportunity!"

He immediately set off and quickly went online.

Lean your upper body slightly forward at the net, tighten your core instantly, and use your forearm to drive the racket in a short forward motion.

He delivered a precise backhand volley.

"IN!"

The conductor's voice suddenly broke the silence!
15: 30!

Nadal has taken the lead in points.

"Another one! Nadal wins two points in a row!" Zhang Sheng's tone became serious. "Jiang Hong is in trouble with his serve."

"Nadal seems to have found his rhythm again, significantly improving his serve returns. His comeback may be about to begin!"

Zhan Jun turned his head and glanced at Zhang Sheng, somewhat puzzled.

What's going on? Why are you praising your opponent here? Aren't you afraid of getting scolded?

However, the reality was completely different from what Zhan Jun had imagined.

[Great job, Zhang Sheng! If you can talk, say more!]

[Praise Nadal a bit more, mentioning how easily he broke serve.]

Give Nadal a big shout-out!

Praise it to the extreme.

That's right, no one is criticizing Zhang Sheng; on the contrary, quite a few people think he's right.

Who told him to have such a reputation for being a jinx?

The Chinese fans at the stadium regained their composure, realizing that the game was not over yet.

The outcome is still unknown.

At the same time, she also began to worry about Jiang Hong.

However, Jiang Hong didn't feel much pressure.

The stronger Nadal's resistance, the more excited he became to achieve his goal.

If it's like a dead fish, what's the point?

Trailing 15:30, the situation began to look a little dangerous in my own service game.

His first shot was too focused on angle.

"Out!"

Second shot.

There was silence.

Chinese fans clenched their fists. Could the serve error be because Jiang Hong was nervous?
Jiang Hong could feel Nadal's burning gaze, as if he wanted to devour him.

What are you looking at?

Jiang Hong immediately stared back, making Nadal's gaze dart away, before finally starting his second serve with satisfaction.

He tossed the ball up.

Nadal's slight hesitation was magnified infinitely.

Will Jiang Hong send the attack to a safe, conservative zone, or will he continue his attack?
However, Jiang Hong did not change at all.

Attack, and attack again!
His second serve motion showed a slight deviation; he was too focused on speed.

The ball hit the net directly and failed to clear the net.

Double mistake!

"Whoa!" A gasp of surprise rippled through the stadium.

This was the first double fault of the game for both sides.

15: 40!

Two break points!
"Double fault!!" Zhan Jun exclaimed in anguish, "At the crucial moment, Jiang Hong committed a fatal double fault! He gave Nadal two break points! This service game is in grave danger!"

Nadal clenched his fists and let out a deafening roar, "Vamos!"

He saw a glimmer of hope that could turn the tide of the game, and even the entire match!

"This kid finally made a mistake!"

The whole game was like a robot.

Jiang Hong stood at the baseline, with his back to the roaring Nadal fans in the stands.

At 15:40, with two break points, any player would be under considerable pressure.

Jiang Hong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly shut out the noise from the outside world.

"We can't lose this game! We absolutely cannot lose this opportunity!"

The voice within my heart was crystal clear.

He still chose to take the risk.

With his first serve, he held nothing back, unleashing a powerful inside-out flat shot that reached a speed of 210 kilometers per hour! The ball landed precisely on the sideline.

Nadal's return of serve was finally overwhelmed by the sheer speed of the shot, resulting in a shallow return.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Hong, like a tiger unleashed from its cage, strode into the baseline and unleashed a powerful forehand down the line.

Tennis balls are like cannonballs, scoring points directly!

30: 40!

"Great shot! An ace-level serve combined with a decisive forward attack! Jiang Hong saved the first break point!" Zhang Sheng shouted excitedly. "He withstood the pressure and gave the toughest response!"

The pressure remains on Jiang Hong's side.

Jiang Hong continued to serve into the inside corner, but the ball speed was slightly slower.

Nadal, relying on his anticipation, positioned himself in advance and successfully returned the ball, leading to another long rally.

Nadal continued to attack Jiang Hong's backhand, but Jiang Hong's defense was incredibly resilient.

On the eighth shot, Jiang Hong suddenly unleashed an extremely subtle backhand drop shot while running!
"It's a small ball again!"

Jiang Hong's current ball control technique has become his signature weapon.

At the very beginning, net play was Jiang Hong's weakest area.

This choice surprised everyone!
Nadal was fully focused on the intense battle at the baseline and was caught off guard by this sudden change!

He sprinted forward desperately and managed to save the ball before it bounced twice, but the return shot was too high and too slow.

Jiang Hong was already waiting at the net, and with a relaxed and effortless forehand overhead smash, he secured the victory.

40: 40!

"A drop shot! Jiang Hong, with his boundless imagination, once again saved the day on the second break point!" Zhan Jun exclaimed. "Nadal was completely thrown off his rhythm by this sudden change!"

Having saved two break points in a row, Jiang Hong's momentum became even more imposing.

But Nadal's eyes remained fierce; he would never let the opportunity slip away easily.

"We must break their serve!"

However, securing the contract is something Jiang Hong is determined to achieve.

Let's leave everything to this ball!

Jiang Hong served a corner kick, and Nadal received it with high quality, deep and spinny.

Jiang Hong blocked the shot with his backhand, and his return shot was also very deep.

Nadal unleashed a powerful forehand attack on Jiang Hong's forehand side.

Jiang Hong attempted a forehand return while running, but the angle was insufficient, and he returned to the mid-court.

opportunity!

Seeing that Jiang Hong was positioned towards the middle, Nadal immediately hit a wide forehand cross-court shot, trying to create an opening on Jiang Hong's forehand.

This shot was powerful and heavy, taken from a tricky angle.

It looked like the winning point was about to be scored.

But Jiang Hong once again demonstrated his running ability and defensive determination, comparable to that of a sprinter!
Like a black and white lightning bolt, he lunged sideways, his body fully extended just before the ball bounced a second time, and he desperately blocked it with a backhand at the limit position!
This isn't a retaliation; it's an instinctive struggle for survival!
He blocked the ball back, and with a strange spin, it landed in Nadal's court after crossing the net!

Nadal was ready to celebrate, after all, Jiang Hong was too far from where the tennis ball landed.

"what?"

At this moment, all we can do is watch the ball land.

It's impossible to complete a second startup!

AD: 40!

"Incredible defense! Jiang Hong! He saved an almost impossible ball!" Zhan Jun's voice was hoarse. "What kind of running is this! What kind of willpower is this! He crawled back from the brink of hell, chased three points in a row, regained the advantage, and also got the game point. Let's see how Jiang Hong performs."

The whole place was excited!

Jiang Hong's consecutive three-pointers, especially his last-second save, completely ignited the arena!
"Let's end the game!"

He tossed the tennis ball into the air.

A decisive push-off, body rotation, and racket swing.

"Snapped!"

After hitting the target, he engaged in a forehand battle with Nadal.

Jiang Hong constantly put pressure on Nadal, returning very heavy shots.

Nadal has not given up and is very persistent in breaking serve.

In the end, Jiang Hong won with a sudden, deep backhand straight shot.

Nadal was caught off guard and his return shot went into the net.

"Game!!! Jiang Hong!!! 2-0!"

The referee's voice seemed to become more passionate as he announced the verdict.

When the final dust settled, Jiang Hong, unusually, did not move immediately.

He braced his hands on his knees, head bowed, chest heaving violently, sweat dripping from his chin and nose like raindrops, soaking his sports T-shirt.

This game had taken a huge toll on his energy and stamina; his legs were even a little weak.

He finally straightened up and raised his arms.
He wiped the sweat from his face with his wristband and looked up at Nadal across from him.

It's all worth it.

Because Nadal also expended a lot of energy in this match.

"He held on! Jiang Hong held on to this tense and exciting service game!" Zhan Jun breathed a long sigh of relief, his voice filled with the joy of surviving a close call.

"Facing two break points at 15:40, he won four consecutive points with a powerful serve, a clever drop shot, and a desperate defensive play, achieving an incredible hold! This not only preserved his lead in the score but also dealt the heaviest blow to Nadal's comeback momentum!"

The intense running in the previous game clearly had a lingering effect on the third game.

This match was definitely not as exciting as the previous two.

"30:30!"

Nadal was panting, his eyes filled with confusion.

I don't quite understand what Jiang Hong is trying to do.
Since he had expended a lot of energy in the last game, shouldn't Jiang Hong have chosen to let the last game pass to recover his energy and avoid being caught off guard by his opponent in the later games?

Jiang Hong's speed clearly decreased, but he was still running desperately.

If Nadal weren't at a significant disadvantage, he would have decisively chosen to concede the match to conserve his energy.

"Fine, fine, you think I'm a pushover, huh!"

Nadal tossed the tennis ball high into the air.

"OUT!"

"OUT!"

The driver called out twice.

"Double error!"

30: 40.

Nadal was a bit numb. He originally wanted to give Jiang Honglu a chance, but who knew he would miss a move!

Take the tennis ball from the caddie and continue!
boom!
No problem this time, serve into the service box.

However, Jiang Hong anticipated the attack and successfully completed the serve.

Once again, they were locked in a stalemate at the baseline, with both players moving at high speed along the baseline.

Jiang Hong maintained a position slightly ahead of the baseline, putting pressure on Nadal.

Nadal frantically changed his footwork, using slides, sudden stops, and changes of direction, still unwilling to give up the match.

Suddenly, Jiang Hong changed his approach, launching a wide-angle forehand cross-court attack on Nadal's open forehand.

"Another variation!"

Nadal's pupils contracted, and he pushed off with his left leg, lunging to the right with all his might. With his body stretched to its limit, he swung his racket upwards, grazing the court.

Although the hitting point was much lower than usual, Nadal still managed to return the ball to Jiang Hong's backhand using his back strength.

However, Jiang Hong was prepared for this.

Immediately move to the left with a crossover step, and draw back slightly with your backhand.

Lightly close the racket face, and when the tennis ball is at chest height, exert force decisively.

A double backhand drive down the line, the ball speed suddenly increased.

They headed straight for the middle baseline.

Nadal had not yet fully regained his balance from the previous shot, and faced with the return shot, he could only helplessly maintain his balance with one hand and hastily hit the ball.

However, he ultimately could not fully control his wrist.

The tennis ball didn't fly high enough and fell rapidly after hitting the net.

"Game, Jiang Hong, 3:0!"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Jiang Hong broke his serve again.

By this time, Nadal was numb.

Physical exhaustion kept creeping into my consciousness, and coupled with the score, I felt somewhat dazed.

Even the break between sets couldn't restore Nadal's form.

In the fourth game, Jiang Hong's serve was already quite impressive.

The serve was held directly using the Love game approach.

Nadal recovered somewhat by the fifth set.

After all, if things continued like this, he might really end up with his head shaved.

6-0, just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

It's okay to lose, but we can't lose the game in such a humiliating way!

He served a high-quality outside serve, followed by a powerful forehand attack, and won the first point.

15: 0.

Unfortunately, Jiang Hong was determined to get it.

Therefore, faced with Nadal's resistance, they decisively chose to suppress it.

He immediately retaliated with a return ace.

Ultimately, Nadal lost his service game with a double fault.

5-0!

Jiang Hong's eyes grew increasingly hot; it seemed he really was going to achieve the exclusive feat of shaving Nadal's head bald!
I just don't know when I'll be able to collect all three bald heads.

The sixth game was Jiang Hong's serve.

Some of Nadal's fans at the stadium were too scared to watch.

This scene is truly too cruel.

Nadal fought desperately to avoid being swept, launching a direct attack on the return of serves.

But perhaps due to physical limitations, or perhaps due to a lack of mental clarity, the ball went into the net.

15: 0.

The second point is the return of the serve out of bounds.

30: 0.

In the third point, Jiang Hong hit an ace, and Nadal didn't even touch the tennis ball.

The audience was watching the stadium intently.

"That bastard Jiang Hong!"

Nadal gritted his teeth and stared intently at the tennis ball.

"OUT!"

The ball went out of bounds!
Upon hearing this, Nadal immediately cursed inwardly.

"Is Jiang Hong trying to torture me on purpose?"

Second serve, no problem, still a flat serve.

Nadal's serve return was of very high quality, directly pushing the ball into Jiang Hong's backhand triangle area.

There was no way to launch the next attack, and they were dragged into a stalemate.

At this moment, Nadal seemed to have a sudden burst of energy, and his running speed increased significantly.

He continued to launch attacks, and on the eleventh shot, Jiang Hong suddenly increased the power of his forehand.

A forehand straight shot blasted into Nadal's open forehand space.

Seeing this, Nadal gritted his teeth and immediately lunged at the tennis ball with all his might.

He leaped into the air, swung his racket with all his might, and barely managed to touch the tennis ball.

The soft, limp return to Jiang Hong's half of the game.

"It's time to end it!"

Jiang Hong had been waiting in front of the net for a long time.

Instead of hitting the tennis ball with a powerful flat shot, he gently blocked it with his forehand, resulting in an elegant cross-court shot.

He sent the ball in the opposite direction of Nadal's position.

He had just landed and could only watch the arc of the tennis ball in flight.

The tennis ball landed softly.

"Game, Set, and Match! Jiang Hong! 6-3, 6-0!"

(End of this chapter)