Humphrey was recognized, but there wasn't much embarrassment on his face.

Because now he is much more mentally mature than he was then.

People only grow up after going through hardships, but at that time, Humphrey's mood was still a little too bad that he gave up tennis and regrets it to this day.

The young self is too conceited, thinking that he is really the savior chosen by God, so he is debauched, so he is empty-eyed.

But the end result was tragic.

Humphrey, who had never lost a game, disappeared without a trace after that much-anticipated tournament.

The reason for this, of course, can also be attributed to the relentless accusations of the media.

Perhaps under the influence of many public opinions, this proud immature genius completely collapsed.

It's not terrible to lose the game, it's terrible to be blamed by 10,000 people after losing the game, which is the most terrifying thing.

Although now that I think about it, it is not terrible at all.

Because now your own depravity is the most terrible thing.

How many years he wandered outside, how many times did he think about never touching tennis again, but in the end, he painfully found that deep down in his heart, he still loved tennis, so he returned to Wimbledon, to the place where he lost his first career, and became a working staff member here, doing behind-the-scenes work.

The once handsome boy has now become a waste uncle, and if it weren't for Melzer's forcible point out, I'm afraid no one here would have recognized him except for some tennis professionals.

In fact, the reason why Alex wanted to find Humphrey this time was to understand the state of mind of the loser at that time, although it was a little unkind, but after all, this can be regarded as a valuable experience left by the predecessors to the juniors. Alex was terrified of repeating Humphrey's mistakes.

But now Alex doesn't have to worry about it at all, because, this time, Jiang Fengyan is the first to bear the brunt.

Since it's none of his business, then hang it high, Alex looked at Jiang Fengyan with the mentality of watching a good show.

Melzer is arrogant indeed. But this arrogance is based on his supernatural strength.

More than 8,000 points, but the result of several years of hard work, and during several years, the score has not dropped, indicating that his strength has been deeply rooted.

Such a player is far from being able to compare with those who score 5,000 points, whether it is experience, skill or that strong heart.

Of course, tennis is a strange sport, there is no absolute difference between strength and weakness, because horses also lose their front hooves.

"I didn't expect to see you here. This is probably the most painful place for you, but then again, haven't you given up tennis? Crushed by my mighty strength. ”

Melzer sneered and said this fact, I am afraid that not many people still remember the original incident, and even if some people do, I am afraid that the specific situation has long been forgotten by everyone.

Even if Humphrey was once infinitely beautiful. But after the defeat, after he collapsed. It completely disappeared from everyone's memory, and with the passage of time, it gradually blurred.

Here, there are still people who remember Humphrey, Jiang Fengyan can see it from the expressions of these people.

If people can't do something earth-shattering, they will be quickly forgotten.

Even if you do something that moves the ground today. If this incident can be replicated and broken through, then in the torrent of history, it will not be able to escape the fate of being forgotten after all.

Jiang Fengyan didn't want to do this, especially after such a strange thing happened to him. He was even more reluctant.

With the help of the Netwang system, with this anti-heaven plug-in, and with such unique conditions, if he doesn't do something that makes the river of history can't be washed away, and if he doesn't create miracles that others can't create, then he will really live in vain.

Therefore, after experiencing so many games, after experiencing so many difficulties, Jiang Fengyan has all met with good luck, and this time, Jiang Fengyan believes that he can also do it again.

Even if he came to participate in this highest-level event in Europe, Jiang Fengyan would not be the slightest timid, because he was not here to win the championship, but to make history.

Create miracles that others can't.

To this end, the first thing he has to do is naturally to let other people's history pass by him, and his own history must be created by himself!

Humphrey stared at Melzer expressionlessly for a long time, but didn't say much, just glanced at everyone casually, turned and left.

Jiang Fengyan glanced at the tennis racket in Humphrey's hand, hesitated for a moment, and then moved his gaze to Melzer.

"Don't blame me for what happened at the beginning, it's all your fault, if you weren't too conceited at the beginning, how could you be abused by me? What's more, people who give up tennis just after losing one game are really contemptible, and if it were me, even if I lost a hundred games, I wouldn't give up my favorite things. ”

Seeing that Humphrey ignored him, Melzer said deliberately: "Now, you have given up tennis, but you are reluctant to hold the tennis racket in your hand?" Is that really good? Do you think you're still qualified to hold a racket? ”

What does it mean to be aggressive, Jiang Fengyan doesn't understand, but for Melzer, defeating Tianjiao at that time and turning the dark horse at that time into a gray horse seems to be the most proud thing in his life.

Therefore, at this moment, in order to show his strength and prove his brilliant achievements, he will not let go of this matter and will not let go.

In Jiang Fengyan's view, these practices are meaningless.

Strong people will not show off their past achievements, and their eyes will always be on the front.

Melzer shook his head, and then intentionally or unintentionally peeked at the performance of the people around him, he did so many things, just to tell these people, no matter what kind of genius, genius, once he stepped into the realm that did not belong to his age and experience, then he was purely looking for death!

In the first round of the game, even if his opponent was Jiang Fengyan, he was not afraid at all, and he could even be said to be full of confidence.

Here, in the face of these people who seem to be fans of Jiang Fengyan, what he wants to say is actually this matter.

To put it simply, it is Liwei.

The expressions on the faces of the people here are not very good-looking, and they seem to be a little angry, and Alex is still a little surprised in his heart when he sees the performance of these people.

He never thought that in front of this real second-seed Melzer, who can be called a tennis star with more than 8,000 points, no matter how brilliant his past was, the hearts of these people were still towards Jiang Fengyan.

That's a rarity!

Not only him, but even Melzer was somewhat taken aback, and his heart was unhappy, the people of this world have spoiled that guy too much from time to time recently.

But it didn't matter, because a week later, he would teach the so-called Jiang Fengyan a hard lesson.

"Jiang Fengyan, how are you going to fight back?"

Alex suddenly thought of something, and when he turned around as he spoke, Jiang Fengyan and the glasses lady had disappeared.

"Where have you been?"

At this moment, there was a sudden movement on the court, Jiang Fengyan didn't know when he appeared on the court, the mask on his face had long been removed, and it was Humphrey standing opposite him.

"What do you mean, kid?" Humphrey didn't know what Jiang wanted to do, but there was one thing he had to do.

"Give me back my work card!"

Humphrey let out a roar, and everyone looked away from Melzer's side and returned to the court.

Jiang Fengyan threw the tennis ball high into the sky, then stood on tiptoe, looked up at the moment when the tennis ball fell, suddenly kicked his legs, leaned forward, and gathered all his strength on his arms.

"If you can fight back against me, I'll give you back my work card!"

At the moment when Jiang Fengyan finished speaking, the tennis ball flew over with a terrifying spin, and fell rapidly after crossing the net, and then, in Humphrey's incredible expression, he saw that the ball was actually flying towards his face.

And it's lightning fast!

After seeing this scene, all the people on the sidelines were excited, and some even jumped high and began to roar.

"There it is!"

"It's a real outspin serve!"

As someone on the sidelines was cold, those who had not had time to move their eyes back to the court turned around one after another, and after seeing the ball hit Humphrey's face, they opened their mouths wide and cried out in disbelief.

"This boy is a tennis magician・・・・・・ Jiang Fengyan?"

"What, you're not kidding, he was wearing a mask just now, I thought he was a guy who went out and pretended to be forced?!"

"Yes, take a closer look, that trick just now can only be done by Jiang Fengyan!"

All of them roared excitedly, as if to vent their unhappiness after being despised by Melzer just now, and at this moment, they all moved their defiant gaze to Melzer.

It's as if to say, see it, this is Jiang Fengyan's external rotation serve, can you really win him?

Although Melzer had heard of Jiang Fengyan, he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, Humphrey, who was once so famous, hadn't lost to him yet, so since then, he was not interested in these so-called pride of the sky.

Therefore, even if Jiang Fengyan appeared here, he didn't know him.

But the serve just now really hit Humphrey's face, and that ball bounced vertically, and people who can do this level, he believes that even those superstars with more than 10,000 points may not be able to do it.

"Is this kid really that powerful?"

Melzer clenched his fists, and his expression was full of unhappiness.

Humphrey was stunned, he never thought that the super serve that those people imitated just now that he saw on TV could really do it, and it was in front of him.

Not only that, but that kind of ball speed and spin, as well as the control of tennis, Humphrey felt that even if he practiced for another five years, he might not be able to do so well.

"Why, a seventeen boy, can do this?" (To be continued.) )