"15 to 40!"

At this moment, a ball landed, and the referee announced the score.

Familiar!

Fei Wanan realized at this time that Xu Feng had been familiar with tennis, just like a veteran who had not played for many years, gradually becoming familiar with tennis, his opponents, and his own sense of rhythm.

And now, Xu Feng has finished warming up.

"Impossible! The ball just now should have been a throw-in, why didn't it go out of bounds?"

Wang Zhiquan said in surprise.

He has played tennis for four years, and he can see at a glance where the ball will land, but Xu Feng's ball just now is too low, and he clearly wants to play against the line, which is very easy to go out of bounds.

"Hmph, I didn't fight back just now, and I can win this game with the next ball. ”

Wang Zhiquan clenched the racket, was engrossed, and began to get serious for the first time.

Boom!

Another ball landed, as fast as lightning, as if in an instant, it crossed the court.

"30 to 40!"

When the referee announced the score, Wang Zhiquan came back to his senses from his stiff expression.

What's going on?

What the hell just happened?

He was stunned, he didn't see anything, there was nothing missing, as if it was just a moment, like lightning, the ball had passed through the field.

With such a high-speed ball, let alone the time to fight back, he didn't even have time to react.

"Damn, you're forcing me to use my real strength!"

Wang Zhiquan's face showed a hideous look, his left hand held the tennis ball tightly, and under a strong force, the tennis ball in his hand bounced into the air like a leather ball.

Boom!

Wang Zhiquan screamed, the muscles of his right arm bulged, and he swung the racket with all his might.

The tennis ball suddenly shot like a bullet and whizzed through the air at such a speed that it was difficult to react.

"It's Wang Zhiquan's bullet serve! It seems that he is going to use his real strength. ”

A calm boy pushed his glasses and said.

"Look at the clothes on his body, he is a member of the vice team of the tennis club. Someone recognized the identity of the man with glasses and exclaimed.

He is Zhang Cheng, a deputy member of the school tennis team, ranked 28th in the tennis club, 20 places higher than Wang Zhiquan, who ranked 48th. There are many rumours that he will be in the home team next year. ”

People who know the tennis club explained it and revealed the identity of the man with glasses.

"Senior Zhang Cheng, who do you think will win this game?" someone asked curiously with admiration in his eyes.

Zhang Cheng smiled and said: "Wang Zhiquan is a member of our vice team after all, even if he is just a substitute player, his strength is much stronger than many tennis lovers." Just now, he didn't even warm up, he was just playing. As for now, he's starting to get serious, and the game is almost over!"

"40 to 40!"

At this time, the referee announced the score again.

Swish!

Zhang Cheng, who heard the latest score, was stunned for a moment.

"He hit back Wang Zhiquan's bullet serve? impossible, how is this possible?" Zhang Cheng said in surprise.

Wang Zhiquan's ranking in the tennis club is 20 places lower than him. But Wang Zhiquan's bullet serve is fierce and extremely fast, and even he, an official member of the vice team, does not dare to guarantee that every ball can be caught.

However, the freshman actually did it, and the score was straight to the level.

Smack!

Another ball landed, just like Xu Feng's serve before, it was almost beyond Wang Zhiquan's reaction limit, and he stood in place stunned, watching the tennis ball land and score.

It's not that I don't want to hit back, it's that my body can't keep up with that terrifying ball speed.

"In the first game, Xu Feng won!"

When the referee announced the result, everyone was in an uproar and there was a lot of discussion.

No one thought that Wang Zhiquan, who was ranked 48th in the tennis club, and was a substitute member of the vice team, would lose to Xu Feng in the first game and lose to this freshman who had just entered the school.

"In the next five games, I won't lose another point to you!" Wang Zhiquan said through gritted teeth.

"15 to 0!"

"30 to 0!"

"40 to 0!"

"In the second game, Xu Feng won!"

"15 to 0!"

"30 to 0!"

"40 to 0!"

"In the third game, Xu Feng won!"

......

However, what happened next completely overturned everyone's predictions.

Lose! Lose! Lose!

Wang Zhiquan, who ranked forty-eighth in the tennis club, was like a primary school student who had just learned to play tennis in front of that freshman, who was unilaterally abused by him.

In the whole five games, except for the beginning of the first game, Wang Zhiquan relied on Xu Feng for three consecutive throw-ins, and after scoring three points, he never scored any more points.

Xu Feng's serve game is a one-ball score every time. And Wang Zhiquan can't even touch his racket.

When it came to Wang Zhiquan's serve, every time he just hit it, he was instantly hit back by Xu Feng to score, and as soon as he served, he had already lost points.

The score of this game has become 5-0, Xu Feng has won five games in a row, and Wang Zhiquan is still 0.

As long as Xu Feng wins the sixth game, the outcome of this game will have been decided.

Of course, at this time, in fact, everyone knows the outcome of the game, and there is no suspense at all, and if you continue to fight, you will just bring humiliation on yourself.

"In the sixth game, Wang Zhiquan serves!" the referee announced.

Wang Zhiquan picked up the tennis ball with blank eyes, he stood on the court, looking at the racket and the tennis ball, silently distracted.

Call!

The racket swung in the air, without even touching the ball, and the tennis ball just fell on the spot, bounced a few times, and stopped at Wang Zhiquan's feet.

"First service error!"

Hearing the referee's voice, the corners of Wang Zhiquan's mouth twitched, and he swung the racket with all his strength to continue to serve for the second time.

Call!

Another empty swing, and the tennis ball fell to the ground again, without even touching the racket.

"Second service error, 15-0!"

The referee announced the score, and Wang Zhiquan, who made two consecutive service errors, directly lost one point.

Smack!

Wang Zhiquan's right hand holding the racket suddenly trembled, and the racket fell directly to the ground.

And his knees were trembling, and he fell to his knees with a weak thud, holding his head, and crying loudly.

Crying hoarsely, tears in my eyes!

"I don't play tennis anymore, I won't play anymore!"

Crashed!

Wang Zhiquan has completely collapsed!

I finally entered the tennis club, and finally entered the substitute of the vice team, and I saw that I could become an official member of the vice team with a little effort, and then I entered the home team and became the main player of the school team.

But now, everything is falling apart, he can't even make mistakes on the serve, he can't even hold the racket.

What's the use of any extra effort?

What's the use of continuing to play?

Perhaps, he is not suitable for playing tennis at all, otherwise, he would not be abused by a freshman into such a miserable appearance.