On the tennis court, the game has come to the third game, and after the two exchanged courts, Sun Yi's serve.

Sun Yi continued to serve with standard sidespin, and the tennis ball flew towards the corner of the area with sidespin, Jiang Fengyan caught it head-on, and at the moment when the tennis ball bottomed out, he swung his racket and hit it into the right corner of the baseline with his backhand, so that Sun Yi, who was in the middle line, began to move to the right.

As Jiang expected, the tennis ball landed near the outer corner of the baseline, only a few centimeters away from the sideline.

At this time, Sun Yi, who came to the outer corner of the bottom line, shifted his eyes slightly at the moment of receiving the ball, and found that Jiang Fengyan had returned to the middle line.

"It's so fast!"

Bang!

With the loud sound of the racket hitting the tennis ball, Sun Yi gritted his teeth and wanted to hit a forehand directly to the left corner of the sideline near the net, but this place was extremely dangerous, not only for Jiang Fengyan, but also for himself.

If the spin is too excessive, the tennis ball may fly directly out of the bottom line, and if it is too light, the angle will become smaller, so the possibility of Jiang Fengyan arriving will increase.

Once he steps forward to volley and changes direction drastically, then there is a good chance that he will fall into passivity.

Sun Yi clasped his wrist violently and wiped it fiercely.

Let the tennis ball brush on the racket, and after shouting, the tennis ball flew towards the court where Jiang Fengyan was located at high speed, and the left corner of the sideline near the net flew away, and at the moment when it seemed to be about to fly out of the court, it suddenly fell and landed inside the tennis court in time.

Although Jiang Fengyan had already judged it, he was still a step too late, and the tennis ball bounced out.

15-0, Sun Yi leads!

"Good shot!"

After watching this round, the middle-aged man cheered, in his opinion, Sun Yi's handling of this ball is very good, even if there is some danger, but this danger is very essence after the success of this ball.

The girl next to the middle-aged man also had some admiration in her heart, worthy of being a genius who swept her opponent 6-0 in the finals of the junior high school tennis tournament last year.

"Jiang Fengyan, how should you deal with it?"

The corners of the girl's mouth raised slightly, and she moved her gaze to Jiang Fengyan.

The goal just now is indeed very beautiful, but in Jiang Fengyan's opinion, it is still too risky, not to mention, luck accounts for a large part.

If you're a little unlucky, and the tennis ball flies off the court and then falls, isn't it funny?

Sun Yi served again, and as before, the landing point of the tennis ball did not change in the slightest.

Jiang Fengyan was stunned in his heart, thinking to himself, do you want to try again?

But since you want to try, I'll accompany you!

After sneering, Jiang Fengyan hit the tennis ball into the right corner of the baseline with his backhand.

Sun Yi picked it up, raised his eyes and found that Jiang Fengyan came to the middle line again, gritted his teeth, Sun Yi wanted to hit the tennis ball to the left corner of the sideline near the net again, but it really fell on the court, and Jiang Fengyan still couldn't catch up.

30―0.

Jiang Fengyan looked at Sun Yi in a daze, and Sun Yi had a smug smile on his face, as if to say, I won.

"Cut, isn't it luck?"

After making a cut, Jiang Fengyan carried the tennis racket and returned to the bottom line.

At this moment, his brows were tightly locked, and it seemed that he had underestimated him.

Then the same scene was staged, and in the end, Sun Yi beat Jiang Fengyan a lovegame, won the game, and easily kept the serve!

After watching this game, the middle-aged man fell into deep thought.

"Is this his weakness?"

The girl was equally silent on the sidelines, and she seemed to see the problem.

However, Jiang Fengyan didn't know it.

Jiang Fengyan's serve.

When Jiang Fengyan threw the tennis ball high and was about to serve, Sun Yi suddenly snorted coldly: "In this game, I'm afraid your serve game won't be saved." ”

Jiang Fengyan was stunned for a moment, but the ball fell to the ground.

"Can you stop talking when I'm serving?"

Sun Yi shrugged his shoulders and sneered in his heart.

The same standard sidespin serve, after the tennis ball passed the net, it landed in the outer corner of the first area, and after being caught by Sun Yi, he actually played a forehand chipping ball used for defense when he was downwind, but there is no doubt that he was not defending, but intentionally.

Jiang Fengyan walked forward quickly, and before the tennis ball landed, he volleyed with his forehand and released a high ball.

At this moment, the girl couldn't help but lean forward slightly, and the middle-aged man's brows furrowed deeper at the same time.

After Sun Yi smiled proudly, he ran quickly towards the tennis ball, and then with his good bounce power, he jumped high and smashed with one blow.

The tennis ball swooped, grazed past Jiang Fengyan, landed heavily in the backcourt, and then bounced high and flew towards the iron net.

15-0, Sun Yi leads.

Looking back at the tennis ball that bounced off the iron net, Jiang Fengyan was silent.

Sun Yi smiled proudly, looking arrogant.

"I'm really sorry, from now on, I'm afraid you won't even want to get a cent from me."

Looking back, Jiang Fengyan frowned, at this moment, he had vaguely discovered his problem.

Then, on the second serve, Sun Yi drew a scoop with a gourd and won a point from Jiang Fengyan again.

30－0.

"It seems that it is indeed so."

The middle-aged man was silent, then sat back on the wooden chair.

The girl clenched her fists a little nervously at this time, although she was not so familiar with Jiang Fengyan and had no contact, but he was also her classmate, a student of Xinle University, and even a member of the Xinle Tennis Club in the future.

Therefore, seeing that Jiang Fengyan had been forced into a desperate situation, she felt a little sad in her heart.

It's just that I don't know if Jiang Feng's research knows his own problem, if he knows it's okay, he can find a way to avoid it, if he doesn't realize it, then the problem is very serious.

"If you can't keep this serve, it's very hanging."

The girl thought silently in her heart.

On the court, Jiang Fengyan threw the ball high, and then still started with a standard sidespin serve, but the angle became more tricky.

However, Sun Yi still fought back, Jiang Fengyan looked at the tennis ball flying over, and directly hit it in mid-air, the tennis ball swooped, went straight over the net, almost brushed against the net, and then landed and bounced towards Sun Yi.

Sun Yi staggered to the left, turned around, and cut the ball with a backhand, and the tennis ball spun quickly towards the left corner of the baseline.

Jiang Fengyan could only open his mouth wide, watching the tennis ball fly in front of his eyes, and then hit the ground and bounced off the court.

40－0.

Break point!

"It's over." The girl shook her head and sighed.

The middle-aged man was still frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, Jiang Fengyan finally knew what his problem was.

That is, because he is not very good at longitudinal running, so he likes to hit the ball on the bottom line, so the technique in front of the net is a little bad, once the opponent hangs the tennis ball in front of the net, Jiang Fengyan will always make all kinds of mistakes in dealing with these shots, although it is not big, but it is fatal.

4－2.

The last ball was lost, Jiang Fengyan lost the serve, and Sun Yi temporarily led 4-2.

Although the score does not seem to be a big gap, being broken out of the serve game is a big blow to Jiang Fengyan, not to mention, Jiang Fengyan has to face an extremely serious problem.

It is impossible to solve this problem on the field, so as long as Sun Yi keeps grasping his weaknesses and playing, then there is no suspense about winning or losing this game.

How to play the next two games?

Looking at Sun Yi who was about to serve, Jiang Fengyan scratched the back of his head, feeling a little annoyed, is this really his limit?

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