Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 24 I am the champion!

Hearing Su Cheng's call, Jiang Hong turned around and smiled.

He then lightly tapped the tennis ball twice, but did not use any delaying tactics.

Grab the tennis ball directly.

Toss the ball, push off the ground, swing the racket!
"boom!"

Wang Cheng's eyes were fixed on the tennis ball. He already knew from yesterday's match that Jiang Hong's serve was Jiang Hong's specialty.

However, when the tennis ball turned into a green light and flew towards him.

He still knew he had underestimated his opponent's serve!

It was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, it had already crashed into their own half of the penalty area.

It was cunning, seemingly deliberately heading towards a dead end.

Even though Wang Cheng tried his best to catch up, he still couldn't save the ball.

The net grazed his line of sight and flew out of bounds.

"ACE!"

15: 0!

The audience, who had lost faith in Jiang Hong, suddenly raised their heads.

It seems that this ace has reignited their hope.

After Jiang Hong returned to the baseline, he continued to serve!
All in one go!
"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Three crisp sounds, three aces!

"Holy crap, another ace! Jiang Hongbao served!"

"Judging from this, it seems that Jiang Hong has a good chance!"

"Not necessarily, because very few players can maintain a high level of serve for an entire set. Once Wang Cheng seizes an opportunity, things could change."

The audience nearby immediately poured cold water on the idea.

Wang Cheng supported his body with his racket, bent over and panting heavily.

After all, being 'love game' is too embarrassing, so in order to win a point.

He could only chase after the landing point of the tennis ball in an attempt to return the shot.

Even so, Wang Cheng still couldn't get his hands on a tennis ball!

On the contrary, this kind of short-distance explosive sprint puts a considerable burden on his physical fitness.

Wang Cheng was panting as he looked at Jiang Hong.

That serve was absolutely terrifying.

How did he develop such a serve?

Wang Cheng's heart grew heavy once more.

Wang Cheng originally planned to win all his service games by playing drop shots, and then break serve in one or two games to win the match.

However, it seems that we still need to take a long-term view.

After the exchange of possession, it was Wang Cheng's turn to serve.

Jiang Hong got into position, ready to receive the ball!
"boom!"

Upon seeing Wang Cheng's serve, Jiang Hong's lips curled into a slight smile.

"It's now!"

Jiang Hong's arm lashed out like a whip, his racket slamming heavily onto the tennis ball.

Forehand flat shot!

This is the technique most frequently used by tennis players.

It has only one advantage: speed!

Wang Cheng originally planned to use the same tactic as before, intending to employ a serve-and-volley approach.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Hong chose to chase the deep ball!

It's heading straight for the baseline!

Wang Cheng immediately retreated, and in the urgency, he could only turn his body to the side and barely manage to return the shot, hitting the ball over the net.

Jiang Hong had anticipated this shot.

With a powerful swing of his arm, he struck the ball directly into the open space on the right side of the Wangcheng court.

"What...so fast?"

Wang Cheng, who hadn't yet found his footing after the ball was returned, could only watch helplessly as it went!

boom!
The tennis ball bounced out of bounds after landing!

0: 15!

"nice shot!"

"Just fight like this!"

"That's right, that's how you dominate."

Wang Cheng took a deep breath and pondered tactics in his mind.

Serving and volleying is not a safe bet.

Wang Cheng's serve from the second zone is not tricky; it's rather conservative!

It's clear they plan to pull back and then look for another opportunity!
Jiang Hong sprinted towards the second court sideline, lowered his wrist, and used his racket to wrap around the tennis ball, unleashing a powerful shot. Bang!
"straight line!"

Wang Cheng had originally prepared for a tug-of-war, but unexpectedly Jiang Hong chose to change the diagonal to a straight line.

The tennis ball bounces rapidly after landing in front of the baseline.

30: 0!

This result was unexpected by everyone.

I didn't expect Jiang Hong to fight so hard on her first serve.

Transforming a diagonal into a straight line is inherently difficult.

The speed of the serve is already faster than the return, and the difficulty of changing the direction of the ball increases many times over.

In the first game, Jiang Hong kept testing Wang Cheng's drop shot technique.

Faced with baseline shots and powerful shots, Wang Cheng's short balls either failed to clear the net or were hit wide.

Since your own ball is so bad, then I won't let you put your ball in!
Competition is about playing to your strengths and avoiding your weaknesses; it doesn't require all your stats to be higher than yours!
Tactics are sometimes more useful than data.

Wang Cheng's expression changed.

"Oh no, it seems Jiang Hong has a way to deal with this!"

In the first game, Jiang Hong easily won 6-1 with a crushing victory.

During the break, Wang Cheng's fingers, which were gripping the towel tightly, had turned white.

"Jiang Hong is better than me in everything, whether it's serving, receiving, or tactics!"

"Your only weakness is in the technique of placing the ball short!"

However, he only managed to win the first game by using a drop shot.

However, in the following games, Jiang Hong defended himself very well.

They kept attacking, never giving themselves a chance to play short balls.

Upon hearing the referee announce the end of the break, Wang Cheng threw down his towel.

"Fight!"

The second match has officially begun.

Wang Cheng still had no way to deal with his serve.

All I could do was try to run and save the ball!

Although he was still defeated by Jiang Hongbao, his skill level seemed to have improved significantly!
However, Jiang Hong did not panic; on the contrary, he felt somewhat excited.

Since he started practicing, Jiang Hong has not played against a player of similar skill level.

Therefore, Jiang Hong did not hold back and brought out all his skills.

Although the royal city has already exploded.

However, he was still struggling to keep up with Jiang Hong's shots.

Faced with the excited Jiang Hong, Wang Cheng was inwardly groaning!
The score reached 5-1, and it was Jiang Hong's serve.

He changed his tactics and no longer suppressed Wangcheng's small ball.

Wang Cheng suddenly flicked his wrist, executing a backhand slice, and the tennis ball floated lightly towards the net.

Jiang Hong was prepared. Facing Wang Cheng's small ball, he quickly rushed to the frontcourt and lobbed the ball high.

After the tennis ball cleared the net, Wang Cheng immediately jumped up and smashed it!

Drive the ball back to the backfield!
With a "thump, thump," Jiang Hong glanced at the trajectory of the tennis ball, at this moment he made the most of his speed.

"Squeak~"

Jiang Hong uses his left foot as the pivot, bends his right foot to the side, and slides his body toward the landing point of the tennis ball!

Grip the racket firmly with both hands, turn sideways, and perform a topspin forehand.

"boom!"

The tennis ball, like a green lightning bolt, struck straight into the inner corner of the second service area!

"Dangdang!"

Wang Cheng was completely stunned, not even noticing that the racket in his hand had slipped from his grasp.

"How can this be……"

Jiang Hong is too fast; he can even catch up with a ball that could almost be scored on!

"Jiang Hong wins 6-1, 6-1!"

When the referee announced the result of the match, the stadium was surprisingly quiet.

However, this is just the calm before the eruption.

The next second, the stands erupted in chaos.

"Jiang Hong won! He defeated Wang Cheng from the provincial team!"

"Jiang Hong is awesome!"

"Jiang Hong is my brother, we learned to play ball together, hahaha..." This voice was unique to Li Hua and sounded extremely arrogant, as if he had won the game.

As the referee announced the result of the match, it seemed as if an electric current had surged through Jiang Hong's body.

“I’m the champion!”

Jiang Hong murmured softly.

He then raised his racket and roared loudly.

“I’m the champion!”

(End of this chapter)