Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 12 Love Game
Jiang Hong stood in front of the baseline, repeatedly slapping the tennis ball with his palm, leaving shallow marks on his hand from the texture of the ball's surface.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the baseline opposite him like a nail.

Looking at his posture, Wang Li felt inexplicably flustered.

This kid has only been training for a year, so how come he exudes such a sense of pressure just by standing there?

He shook his head to banish the thought: "What nonsense are you thinking? He's just a newbie."

Despite his tough talk, his body was tense, his legs were spread shoulder-width apart, he bent over and lowered his shoulders, gripping his racket tightly in a defensive stance.

Jiang Hong released his grip, and the tennis ball flew straight into the air.

Just as the ball reached its apex, he sprang forth like a fully drawn bow, twisting his body, swinging his arm, and whipping the ball, his racket drawing a smooth arc in the air before crashing down on the ball with a whooshing sound.

"Whoosh-"

The yellow and white tennis ball, like a green lightning bolt, darted across the net in the blink of an eye.

Wang Li knew things were going to go wrong just by looking at the ball's trajectory, so he rushed towards the center line with all his might. Even though he used his fastest speed and even stretched out his racket to reach it, he still couldn't make it in time.

"ACE! Inside corner of zone one!" Yu Lin stood by the sideline, somewhat surprised after announcing the ball.

At that angle and speed, even last year's university championship might not have been able to catch it.

Wang Li froze on the spot, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets: "How...how is this possible?"

Two weeks ago, Jiang Hong couldn't even get the ball over the net, but now he can pin the ball to the edge of the center line.

"15-0!"

"I'm impressed! Old Jiang is awesome!" Li Hua jumped up in the crowd. He had just been worried that Jiang Hong would be utterly humiliated, but now he was his number one fan. "Is this all the vice president is? He can't even get a glimpse of the ball!"

The surrounding whispers pierced Wang Li's ears like needles:

"Isn't Wang Li supposed to be quite capable?"

"That serve was amazing..."

"Isn't Jiang Hong a weakling? I think he's just pretending to be weak to take advantage of others!"

Wang Li's face turned a deep purplish-red. He glared back at the onlookers, but inwardly he was screaming: "Come and catch me if you dare!"
He took a few deep breaths to force himself to calm down.

"It must be luck, absolutely luck!"

Who can suddenly become so quick to learn something?

Jiang Hong didn't give him much time to think; the second ball was already being tossed into the air.

Push off the ground, turn your body, pull your shoulder to exert force, and lash out your wrist like a powerful whip.

"boom!"

The tennis ball flew straight towards the service line in the second service area; it was very fast and the angle was extremely tricky.

"What a fast ball!"

Wang Li's expression changed drastically. He had guessed that Jiang Hong wouldn't dare to take such a risk, since it was too easy to make a mistake.

Jiang Hong's serve landed directly on the service line.

It hits the ground and bounces back up.

Wang Li hurriedly stepped back and bent his knees, but the ball was too fast. By the time he got into position and tried to defend, it was too late.

There was no way to wrap the tennis ball with the racket, so the ball was hit directly out of bounds.

"30-0! Serve is the winner!"

Now even those who don't understand football can see it clearly—Jiang Hong's serve wasn't a fluke at all.

A freshman nudged the club member next to him and asked, "Where would your serving technique rank in your club?"

The member opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and then blurted out: "...at least in the top three."

In fact, he had never seen a better serve before, but he still had to give face to the president and vice president.

Jiang Hong didn't stop walking; he turned around and went back to Zone 1.

He didn't try to use any angles for the third ball; he just relied on sheer power to smash it.

The moment the tennis ball hit Wang Li's racket, the enormous impact caused his wrist to snap, and the ball flew directly out of bounds.

"40-0!"

"Are they releasing a love game?"

"The vice president got his head shaved? That's too tragic!"

"Who just said Jiang Hong would be beaten to tears? Step forward and take your beating!"

The murmurs grew louder, and Wang Li's face turned ashen. He stared intently at Jiang Hong, his last shred of hope shattered. This guy's progress was just too fast!
But he refused to believe it. What good is Jiang Hongguang's powerful serve? His weaknesses are definitely in receiving serves and baseline rallies! Jiang Hongguang has only been learning tennis for a year; he can't possibly be proficient in everything, can he?

In the final shot, Jiang Hong delivered a body shot.

Wang Li hurriedly raised his hand to block, but due to the haste, he could only jump the ball high.

Jiang Hong immediately accelerated forward to catch up, and before the tennis ball hit the ground, he chose to intercept it.

"Boom!"

Before Wang Li could react, the ball hit the ground and bounced out of bounds.

"Game point! Jiang Hong leads 1-0!"

As Yu Lin finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted around him.

After all, Wang Li wasn't very popular in the tennis club.

He always finds fault with other people's tennis skills.

Wang Li stood there, his racket almost deformed from being squeezed in his hand.

He heard someone shouting.

"Stop fighting, just surrender."

The anger and frustration in his heart surged to the top of his head, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal, since he hadn't even touched the ball many times in the previous game.

When it was Wang Li's turn to serve, he took a few deep breaths and walked to the baseline, but his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

The first release was successful, but the second was even more outrageous, as it went straight to the net.

It bounced softly on the ground a few times before landing in front of the net.

"Double error!"

0: 15!

Wang Li wiped his sweat and switched to the second court to serve again.

This time the serve finally went in, but as soon as the ball landed, Jiang Hong rushed up as if he had anticipated it. With a slight flick of his wrist, the ball, which was supposed to go diagonally, suddenly changed direction and went straight into Wang Li's left-side open space.

"Holy crap! The diagonal has turned into a straight line?"

Those in the know were astonished.

After all, this kind of thing doesn't often happen in amateur tournaments.

"This technique is a killer move in amateur games!"

After all, turning a diagonal shot into a straight shot requires precise control over the landing point and the angle of the ball.

One mistake can cause the ball to go out of bounds.

The club member who had just been stubbornly insisting that "Jiang Hong is definitely no good at receiving serves" was now blushing like a monkey's bottom.

The newbie next to me turned around and asked teasingly, "Isn't this serve return good? Are all the players in your club professional players?"

Wang Li was completely dumbfounded.

He watched Jiang Hong standing calmly at the baseline, and his breathing became rapid. No matter how he played, it seemed impossible to score, as Jiang Hong could easily resolve the situation.

That bit of skill they're so proud of is like children playing house in the face of absolute power.

The rest of the game was completely unplayable.

Wang Li's serves were either completely outmatched by Jiang Hong or forced to the baseline, making it impossible for him to even organize a decent rally.

If they continue fighting, there is no chance of winning; they will only be humiliated.

"I'm not playing anymore! I give up!"

Wang Li slammed his racket to the ground, his voice a little hoarse!

He originally wanted to humiliate Jiang Hong, but he ended up getting completely dominated, swept 2-0 without even a chance to fight back.

This is utterly shameful.

"Coach, I never want to play tennis again!"

After shouting those words in his mind, Wang Li squeezed into the crowd without looking back, practically fleeing in panic.

He felt uncomfortable if he stayed there for even a second longer.

Jiang Hong watched his retreating figure, then picked up the racket from the ground and patted it.

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