In the second game of the game, Yue Yan's serve.

Yue Yan's serve can only be regarded as average, and it may be a little worse than Rong Feihai's high-speed flat serve.

When he sent the first ball, Jiang Fengyan, who was standing by the iron net, was taken aback.

"This serve ・・・・・・ too ordinary."

Obviously known as one of the three geniuses by the people of Jinhai District, this kind of serve is not worthy of his name.

However, this Yue Yan didn't take the game seriously, so even if he sent such an ordinary serve, it was not unreasonable.

Jiang Fengyan pondered for a moment and continued to watch the game.

Yue Yan's serve is indeed average, so this Rong Feihai is very easy to fight back.

The tennis ball fell near the midfield of the opponent's field 1, Yue Yan trotted from the baseline to the midfield, and hit a straight ball with his forehand, which was a close-range ball.

The tennis ball flew directly to Rong Feihai's right foot, which is a very embarrassing point for someone who holds the racket in his right hand.

This ball is very difficult to catch.

However, Rong Feihai is not a rookie, at this moment, he hurriedly retreated and hit a half-volley.

This half-volley is barely hit, so the ball speed is not fast and the arc is not high.

This is a ball of chance for Yue Yan.

Yue Yan quickly came to the net, pumped the ball with a forehand, and hit the tennis ball to the left corner of the bottom line.

15－0.

Next, it was the second ball, and Yue Yan's serve was still like that, ordinary.

Rong Feihai still fought back easily.

It's just that this time he hit back, with a strong aggressiveness, he directly hit the ball to the right corner of the opponent's bottom line, Yue Yan rushed in, cut the ball with his backhand, and the tennis ball seemed to be fluttering over the net, but the speed of the ball was inexplicably fast, and Rong Feihai did not arrive desperately.

The score came to 30-0.

After two goals, Jiang Fengyan's brows couldn't help but wrinkle deeper.

These two balls were played very strangely.

Obviously, this Yue Yan's serve is extremely ordinary, but after every serve, this Yue Yan can always score easily.

On the contrary, Rong Feihai, who thought he had the right to take the initiative to attack, was toyed with applause.

"This is where Yue Yan's specialty lies, the rhythm changes, he can always lead the opponent's nose through different shots, fast or slow, long or short."

Among the high school students from the carrier university, Zhao Bishun smiled lightly, he is just a newcomer who only joined the tennis club this year, but the tone of his speech is like the seniors of the two on the court.

"The members of this Xinle high school team are not opponents at all."

"Don't say that, you don't look at who his opponent is, it's Yue Yan, the minister of the tennis department."

The crowd watching from the sidelines commented.

On the third ball, Yue Yan once again sent out that soft, without the slightest offensive serve.

After Rong Feihai gritted his teeth and caught it, he was a little confused, not knowing how to hit this ball out, but there was an unforced mistake when he hit back!

40－0.

Yue Yan's point.

"Damn, what the hell is this serve, it's obviously rubbish to death, but why can't you score the winning point!"

Although Rong Feihai's face was expressionless and looked extremely calm, he had already begun to scold his father and mother in his heart.

In the face of such a serve, he can't break serve, it's too embarrassing.

In the end, Yue Yan won his game point and kept his serve without losing a point.

The game came to the third game, Rong Feihai's serve.

"This time, I must make him look good!"

Rong Feihai gritted his teeth, threw the tennis ball high into the sky, and then kicked his feet, gathered all his strength in his arms, and swung the racket violently.

The tennis ball "smack", with a high-speed spin, flew out rapidly, and the landing point bounced up in an instant.

This time, Yue Yan was slightly taken aback, he didn't seem to see the ball clearly just now.

15－0.

"This one serve is a thumbs up."

Jiang Feng saw it and applauded in his heart, such a high-speed serve is momentum and courage.

In an instant, it disappeared without a trace, catching the opponent off guard.

It's just a pity that the success rate of such a serve is too low, otherwise, such a serve is a hundred times more against the sky than the out-spin serve.

Of course, such a powerful and high-speed serve is not without it in the King of Tennis system.

Moreover, those violent serves in the Netwang system are really terrifying, but with his current physical condition, even if he succeeds, it is estimated that he will cause immeasurable damage to his arm.

"Well, yes, I didn't think you were very good."

Yue Yan turned his head to look at the marks on the ground, and couldn't help but exclaim, but this exclamation was mixed with a trace of disdain, even mockery.

Hearing this, Rong Feihai looked at Yue Yan coldly and said, "Of course, my serve is not as soft as your serve, like a girl!" ”

Then, the second ball, sent again.

But this time he still used a high-speed flat serve.

It's just that, like the last time, a perfect landing point is unlikely.

This ball, Yue Yan gritted his teeth and caught it, his face changed slightly: "The strength is really getting bigger and bigger, such a violent tennis ball, I hate it the most in my life." ”

Holding the racket with both hands, Yue Yan hit the ball back, hit a two-handed forehand volley, and went deep into the right corner of the opponent's bottom line.

After Rong Feihai snorted coldly, he arrived in time and hit back to the opponent's midfield.

After Yue Yan smiled slightly, he moved his pace, came to the midfield, and hit the ball to the left corner of the bottom line.

At this time, Rong Feihai, who had not yet returned to the midfield, rushed to the right corner in a hurry, barely caught it, and once again hit the tennis ball to the opponent's service line, Yue Yan took a step forward, and easily turned the ball to the left corner of the bottom line.

"It's this scene again!"

Jiang Fengyan had a headache, thinking that this Yue Yan saw that Rong Feihai's balls were all straight balls, and he didn't know how to spin the ball, so he couldn't change the direction as he wanted, and in the end, he could only run after the ball like a pet dog!

"The rhythm has reached Yue Yan's hands, and this Rong Feihai may have to suffer."

Zhao Bishun smiled, and then he suddenly turned his head to look at Sun Yi: "Eh, don't you see it?" ”

"There's nothing to see, this guy's strength is not as good as Jiang Fengyan."

Sun Yi snorted coldly.

"What, is that Jiang Fengyan very strong?"

"You can beat me, what do you think?"

"Didn't you use all your strength?"

"Neither did he."

Sun Yi said coldly.

Zhao Bishun smiled indifferently: "Although I have long seen that that kid is not ordinary, but to be able to get your approval, I also start to care about that kid." ”

"No, this time in the regional competition, he's mine!"

Zhao Bishun shrugged his shoulders and said: "What's up with you, anyway, this time, my opponent is the genius Liu Fangze, I have already won this Yue Yan once, and after winning Liu Fangze again, when Li Hongshang recovers from his injury, I will definitely go to him!" ”

After speaking, a strange smile appeared on Zhao Bishun's face, looking like a demon.

On the field, unconsciously, the number of swings in this round came to twenty-one.

On the tennis court, that's a lot of swings.

At this time, Rong Feihai was extremely painful, because every diagonal diagonal ball opponent was not forced into a dead corner, and always gave him a chance to live.

As a result, he had to run back and forth to catch the ball.

Even if he was so tired that he was out of breath, even if he knew that his opponent was deliberate, he was reluctant to take this point.

"The difference in strength is too great."

"It seems that this year's Xinle College Tennis Club is really not good."

Seeing this, the audience outside the venue sighed in unison.

Jiang Fengyan shook his head, feeling somewhat sympathetic to this Rong Feihai in his heart.

After all, Rong Feihai is also a member of Xinle Tennis Club, although I don't know why he has a deep hostility towards him.

It wasn't until Rong Feihai exhausted his strength and knelt on the ground that Yue Yan snorted coldly and scored this point with a short ball.

15－15.

"Rong Feihai!"

Luo Yudan watched from the sidelines, feeling very entangled and painful.

After all, Rong Feihai was his friend, and when he saw him being bullied by others like this on the field, he couldn't do anything.

If he can win the last set, Rong Feihai will not hold on to the court in order to save the face of the school.

Yue Yan was much more relaxed, he came to the net and looked at Rong Feihai, who was half-squatting on the ground sweating profusely and panting, and smiled: "Can you still fight?" ”

"Absolutely!"

Rong Feihai reluctantly stood up, stretched out his hand, and wanted to wipe the sweat off his forehead, but found that the sweat was like rain, and he couldn't dry it for a while.

"Really?"

Looking at Rong Feihai, who turned around and walked towards the service line, Yue Yan snorted coldly and returned to the bottom line.

In the third ball, Yue Yan made a mistake, followed by a double error, and lost a point.

15－30.

The fourth ball was issued, and this time there was no mistake, but in the next few rounds, he was once again pulled into a tug-of-war by Yue Yan, mercilessly consuming Rong Feihai's physical strength!

At this time, the score had come to 15-40, Yue Yan's break point.

Rong Feihai gasped, as if he couldn't stop at all, even if he tried to calm down, but he couldn't.

He's still too tired, but it's still a long game and he has to keep going.

You must not lose, if you lose, the impression of Xinle Tennis Club in people's hearts will definitely be greatly reduced.

Seeing that Rong Feihai still insisted, the expression on Jiang Fengyan's face became much more serious.

Not long ago, when the game was not clear, Jiang Fengyan still joked in his heart that he should not lose too badly, but at this moment, the outcome of the game was already obvious, but Jiang Fengyan sincerely hoped that he could win the game!

Therefore, he was no longer silent, but shouted loudly in the crowd: "Rong Feihai senior, come on!" ”

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