Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 179: The Advertisement Airs, Igniting Dreams of Extraordinary Ambition! (Please Subscribe)

"Jiang Hong won the first match?"

Zhao Hui rubbed his eyes, somewhat incredulous.

After all, Nadal is definitely the top player besides Federer.

Now, Jiang Hong, who was signed by Hyde mainly for the Chinese market, actually managed to beat Nadal in a set at the Masters.

"That's right, Mr. Zhao, Jiang Hong won the first game!"

Gao Yan, standing to the side, nodded, his face beaming with barely suppressed delight as a fan of Jiang Hong.

After all, what could be more enjoyable than watching your idol's competition during work hours?

But what Zhao Hui is thinking about right now is—an advertising endorsement!
The original plan was to play their advertisement, which was filmed by Hyde, after the start of the game.

After all, regardless of winning or losing the match against Nadal, Jiang Hong's chances of winning won't be greatly affected.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Hong actually won a game, which will probably boost the advertising effect even further!
"This is unbelievable! Okay, let's have a short commercial break to calm the audience down. Don't go away, the second match will be even more exciting!" Zhan Jun took a deep breath and then said.

As soon as these words were spoken, viewers in front of their televisions immediately began to complain.

"Who needs to calm down? Watching commercials to calm down? That'll just explode your blood pressure!"

"That's right, they're all spam ads."

"I really want to change the channel, but I'm worried I'll miss Xiao Jiang's match. It's so frustrating!"

This was the most glorious era for television stations, so in order to extract more profits, they kept inserting commercials, sometimes three or four times per episode.

In the end, the advertising market and the TV drama market may be almost the same.

Many people even complained that it wasn't that commercials were inserted into TV dramas, but rather that TV dramas were inserted into commercials.

This is also one of the reasons for the decline of television stations.

Just as the audience was about to close their eyes and rest, they suddenly heard a rural folk song, which was quite pleasant to listen to.

Looking up, I realized it wasn't the usual noisy spokesperson's voice.

Instead, to the accompaniment of music, a scene of a small village appeared on the television screen.

Before dawn, the northwestern countryside was still shrouded in a deep blue mist, and the whitewash on the earthen walls had long since crumbled and peeled off.

The camera zooms in, and the sounds of the ball being hit echo.

The tennis ball kept hitting the chalk marks on the wall, each hit shaking off pieces of plaster and stirring up some dust.

As the camera slowly zooms out, you can see a worn-out Head racket wrapped in duct tape.

Gradually, the figure of the player slowly appeared in the frame, a boy with a youthful face.

"This road begins in the dust!"

Three years later, on a flat field in the county town, the cracked cement surface resembled the patterns of a tortoise shell. A light drizzle continuously pattered on Jiang Hong's face, and he continued to repeat the monotonous swinging motion.

Suddenly, the strings of the colorful racket snapped, Jiang Hong stopped moving, and then replaced them with old, worn-out strings of different colors.

"But dreams are never bound by reality."

I started practicing in front of the wall again.

The scene shifts again, and the sun in the sky seems capable of melting everything on the ground; the playground is deserted.

Jiang Hong tossed the tennis ball high into the air, completing a perfect forehand serve. The ball sliced ​​through the air and landed in the corner of the service court.

"Every drop of sweat is shaping the future."

The music gradually builds to a stirring symphony.

On the sweltering stage of the ITF Circuit in Shanghai, Jiang Hong stood on the highest podium, holding the championship trophy in his hands.

The camera pans to the opponent, who is being comforted by his coach, while Jiang Hong's coaching bench is empty.

He raised the trophy high, as if lifting the weight of the entire world.

"Every step of the climb deserves to be remembered."

The final of the Wuhan Challenge has reached match point. To save a seemingly impossible passing ball, Jiang Hong leaps to the sidelines.

He completed an incredible shot in mid-air, stood up, clenched his fist, and roared. Instantly, the entire audience rose to their feet and applauded, while his gaze remained resolute.

"Striving is the sharpest sword for dreamers."

At the China Open, Jiang Hong had her first tour title point in her professional career.

Facing Gonzalez's dangerous deflection shot, Jiang Hong suddenly pushed off the ground with his feet, leaped into the air, and swung his racket.

Jiang Hong's forehand flat shot delivered a perfect through ball.

He roared to the sky, his sweat glistening like scattered stars under the lights. The stands erupted in cheers, but he simply stroked the racket in his hand—the racket that had accompanied him through countless matches.

"When a million repetitions culminate in a single strike—that is your weapon!"

Time flows through a montage: a worn-out racket in front of a rural mud wall, a colorful racket with broken strings on a county court, an entry-level racket in a rainy college match, a professional racket in a hopeful tournament, and now this custom-made Heide carbon fiber racket in my hand.

Each upgrade in equipment witnessed the transformation of his hitting power and the refinement of his technique.

"Evolution never stops."

At the awards ceremony, Jiang Hong raised the championship trophy high. Amidst the flashing lights and deafening cheers, he seemed momentarily dazed.

In the instant he turned around, he seemed to see the boy practicing ball in front of the earthen wall smiling at him.

The championship trophy in his hand suddenly felt light, transforming into countless fragments of memories: the morning mist in the countryside, the drizzle in the county town, the scorching sun at university, and every footprint left on the courts across the country. These fragments eventually coalesced into a tennis ball, which landed steadily in his palm.

"From dust to stars, every swing is a breakthrough."

"Heide rackets - igniting the journey for every dream that refuses to be ordinary."

In the players' tunnel at night, Jiang Hong stopped in front of the championship poster. Below the poster was a line of small print, a vow he had personally written:

"Your battlefield is never determined by where it begins, but by how you choose to end it. — Jiang Hong"

At the end of the passage, a new arena awaited. He gripped his racket and strode forward.

When the commercial ended, viewers in front of their televisions were stunned for a moment.

Many people watch Jiang Hong's matches, but they don't know much about his background.

I was stunned when I saw the commercial on TV.

"So Jiang Shen had it so tough, he came from the countryside?"

"I knew Jiang Shen didn't have a coach; turns out he couldn't afford one before."

"After watching this commercial, I feel so excited! I'm going to buy a tennis racket. Anyone want to play tennis with me?"

"Let's go together! Let's go together!"

The wealthy Hyde, in order to enhance its reputation, not only purchased advertising packages on CCTV-5, but also on CCTV-1.

The stadium in Madrid was brightly lit, and although the night in Madrid was slightly cool, there was an unbearable heat inside the stadium.

The 12,000 spectators at the scene stared at the glaring "6-4" on the scoreboard.

As everyone was reminded, Jiang Hong actually won the first set against Nadal.

Spanish fans looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Jiang Hong actually snatched a game from Rafa?"

"This...how is this possible?"

But that's the reality.

Jiang Hong sat on the player's chair, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel.

His breathing gradually returned to normal, but his eyes still couldn't hide his excitement.

"Do I seem to have the ability to disrupt the tennis world?"

This may not be Nadal's best form, but Jiang Hong's growth continues.

Defeating these legendary superstars one by one and changing the course of tennis seems quite interesting.

Nadal's extroverted emotions vanished, replaced by an unsettling calm.

After the commercial break, the game resumed.

Although Zhan Jun maintained his professionalism, he still couldn't hide his excitement.

"Welcome back, viewers at home! Welcome back to the 2007 Madrid Masters quarterfinals!"

"If you have just turned on the TV or just come to this station, then please allow me to tell you that you have just missed the most important match in the history of Chinese men's tennis."

"Jiang Hong, a renowned player from China, won the first set against Nadal with a score of 6-4."

Zhang Sheng, the self-proclaimed "Jiang fanatic," calmed down at this moment.

"In the last game, Jiang Hong's serve, baseline rallies, forehand and backhand, as well as his mental fortitude, all showed that he would exceed our expectations and possess all the qualities of a world-class player."

Then, changing the subject, he said seriously, "However, we must clearly recognize that Nadal will definitely not give up easily, and the second set may be a completely different match."

Hearing Zhang Sheng's serious words, the viewers in front of the television felt a little strange.

"No, no, I feel like this tone is about to turn sour."

"You, Zhang Sheng, you brag when you shouldn't, and then you start pouring cold water on things when you should be praising them."

In short, trust Jiang Shen!

Now even haters don't dare to show their faces.

"Time!"

The break ended with the referee's voice.

"Alright, Jiang Hong and Nadal are back on the court, the match continues!"

The entire court fell silent instantly, with only the sound of Jiang Hong hitting the tennis ball echoing through the court.

Standing behind the baseline, he exhaled and tossed the ball high into the air.

His body, like a fully drawn bowstring, instantly began to exert force.

"boom!"

At a speed of 201 kilometers per hour, it headed straight for the inner corner of the service area.

The landing point was extremely tricky, grazing the "T" mark.

"Ace! Beautiful shot! It seems the break didn't extinguish Jiang Hong's hot streak!" Zhan Jun clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

After all, it's not easy to see a Chinese player who actually has a chance to beat Nadal, so of course we have to praise him a lot.

"Excellent, very decisive and efficient, directly unleashing their strongest weapon to deliver a crushing blow to Nadal!" Zhang Sheng nodded, his worries lessening slightly.

Nadal walked to the other side of the service court and patted his thigh.

I am very dissatisfied with my performance on that last shot.

"Discard distractions and concentrate!"

Nadal lowered his center of gravity and stared intently at Jiang Hong.

Observe his movements, although it's impossible to predict them 100% accurately.

However, top players undoubtedly have a higher chance of making correct predictions.

Watching Jiang Hong's racket movements, Nadal's eyes flashed instantly, and he knew the answer in his heart.

"Outer corner!"

Now that you've made your judgment, you should trust yourself.

Without the slightest hesitation, Nadal acted immediately ahead of schedule.

Jiang Hong's ball speed was still around 200 kilometers per hour.

Fortunately, Nadal acted in advance, otherwise Jiang Hong might have hit another ace.

Nadal stretched his body, swung his racket, and returned the ball to Jiang Hong's backhand side.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate at the baseline, running back and forth along the baseline.

As speed-type players, the two drew gasps from the audience in the stands from time to time.

"They managed to save this?"

The ball traces beautiful arcs back and forth on the court, testing the necks of the spectators.

"This ball has already been hit more than 15 times, and both sides are still probing each other, without launching an attack rashly," Zhan Jun said, quickening his pace as he interjected.

Nadal frowned as he faced Jiang Hong's defense.

"No, we have to think of something."

Nadal immediately increased the spin, speed, and depth of the ball, aiming every shot at Jiang Hong's backhand.

Finally, on the nineteenth beat, they found Jiang Hong's weakness.

Jiang Hong's backhand return was slightly shallower than expected, as he failed to control the ball.

Nadal, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass him by, and immediately stepped forward to unleash a powerful shot.

"Hmm~"

The fans in the stadium gasped in surprise.

"Thump thump thump," Jiang Hong did not choose to give up and continued to run at full speed.

To everyone's astonishment, he actually saved the ball.

Even at this moment, Jiang Hong's return shot remained of very high quality. The tennis ball flew high and landed near Nadal's baseline.

Nadal quickly stepped back a few paces, deciding to apply high pressure and kill the match.

However, due to a misjudgment, the ball was hit slightly out of bounds.

"Wow, an amazing save! Jiang Hong made the save thanks to his excellent running ability."

The Chinese fans in the stands immediately and generously gave Jiang Hong the warmest applause.

"30:0!" the referee announced the score.

Jiang Hong clenched his fist lightly, turned around and walked towards the baseline.

"If Nalbandian can do it, so can I!"

Nalbandian was sitting in the stands, indicating...?

Do you want to listen to what you're saying?

However, this does not mean that Jiang Hong is taking it lightly, because Nadal's second ball shows that his opponent is not prepared to give up the match.

If you're not careful, your opponent could turn the tables on you.

Jiang Hong remained cautious with the next two balls.

However, Nadal changed his strategy and increased his power in receiving serves.

They chose to launch a direct attack and immediately scored two return aces.

Jiang Hong's serve, which was originally full of vitality and full of vitality, suddenly became tense.

"30-30!"

Jiang Hong didn't rush to serve this time, holding the tennis ball and thinking for a moment.

Nadal can't serve like he used to; his game reading ability is no joke.

We have to change our tactics, otherwise this game will be dangerous.

On the fifth ball, Jiang Hong immediately served a high-quality inside serve.

Nadal misjudged the shot, but thanks to his excellent movement and running ability, he managed to return the ball with difficulty.

Jiang Hong quickly moved to the net, before the tennis ball even hit the ground.

He immediately followed up with a backhand volley to score.

"40:30."

Jiang Hong stood at the baseline and glanced down at the tennis ball.

Thinking about his usual practice, he finally decided to trust his serving technique.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the tennis ball flew out rapidly.

"OUT!"

The linesman's voice rang out immediately.

Jiang Hong returned to the baseline, preparing for his second shot.

Nadal looked at Jiang Hong, wondering what kind of serve Jiang Hong would serve.

If Jiang Hong makes a service error, both sides will be back to square one.

Even if Nadal launches a preemptive attack, Jiang Hong is not without a chance of winning.

So—will it be conservative?
The answer, of course, is no.

Jiang Hong decided to go all out, opting for a powerful serve again, but this time with added spin.

"How courageous!"

Nadal's eyes flashed, and he immediately took several steps forward.

What is Nadal doing?

"Attack now!"

After the tennis ball hit the outside corner, Nadal decisively chose to attack with his forehand.

Nadal's expression changed when the tennis ball hit his racket.

"Spin!"

However, it was too late to make any changes, so the only option was to hit the ball out of bounds.

"He held serve, and Jiang Hong continued his form from the first set, currently leading 1-0."

The second game was Nadal's service game.

The two players switched sides, and Nadal remained expressionless, showing little reaction to Jiang Hong's hold serve earlier.

The Spaniard stood behind the baseline, his gaze sharp as an eagle's.

As usual, he was hitting a tennis ball and performing his pre-serve ritual.

"boom!"

The tennis ball flew out instantly.

"Inner corner!"

Jiang Hong's gaze sharpened, and he immediately took a step to the side, moving to the midfield position.

Nadal's serve had extremely strong spin and bounced high after landing.

Jiang Hong immediately stretched his body, suddenly exerted force from his waist, and returned the ball with a backhand stroke, but the landing point was not very good, hitting the mid-court area.

"Well done!"

Nadal had already positioned himself, waiting for the tennis ball to land. He then unleashed a topspin forehand with a wide angle, smashing it directly into the corner of the net to score.

“Vamos!”

Nadal clenched his fist and roared.

This instantly ignited the emotions of Spanish fans, who began shouting loudly.

"LaFerrari, LaFerrari!"

"15-0!"

The numbers on the scoreboard are changing.

"Nadal is very determined in his service games, it looks like this match is going to be very exciting," Zhan Jun said with a serious expression.

Meanwhile, Zhang Sheng was analyzing the situation of the match.

"Nadal clearly increased the intensity of the topspin on this serve, aiming to suppress Jiang Hong's backhand."

Zhan Jun turned his head and glanced at Zhang Sheng. When did he become so professional?

Jiang Hong was not affected by the ball; he leaned forward slightly, ready to receive the serve.

"attack!"

Jiang Hong murmured to himself as he faced Nadal's serve.

Instantly, they started moving ahead of time and launched a preemptive attack.

Directly control your wrist, wrap it around the angle of the tennis ball, and instantly pull out a nearly vertical return shot along the sideline.

Fast and straight!
Nadal's expression changed, and he immediately moved quickly, hastily completing the return shot.

However, Jiang Hong immediately went to the net, and as soon as the tennis ball flew over the net, he immediately chose to volley it with his forehand.

Complete the score and return the color.

No matter which tennis fan you are, this was a fantastic tennis match.

However, the fans at the scene were not in the mood to appreciate it.

They are either fans of Jiang Hong or fans of Nadal; only one side can show a smile.

"15-15, a brilliant response! Jiang Hong wasn't suppressed by Nadal and opened up a new situation with a positive counterattack," Zhan Jun exclaimed in admiration.

However, Nadal became more cautious in the next two points, relying on his excellent baseline technique and forehand topspin to score consecutive points.

"40-15, Nadal has two game points!"

Zhan Jun and Zhang Sheng didn't react much, after all, it's extremely difficult to break serve directly against a player of Nadal's caliber.

There will be other opportunities later.

"LaFerrari, LaFerrari, LaFerrari!"

Spanish fans believe this is Nadal's chance to fight back.

However, Jiang Hong on the other side had no intention of letting this match go so easily.

Facing a player like Nadal, Jiang Hong knew that the longer the match dragged on, the more disadvantageous his situation would be.

Nadal stood at the baseline and tossed the tennis ball high into the air.

Pushing off the ground, turning the body, and striking the ball—a series of movements flowing smoothly.

With a loud "bang," the tennis ball flew out instantly.

"Inner corner!"

Jiang Hong anticipated the move, began positioning himself, and immediately delivered a return ace.

The tennis ball hit Nadal's feet directly, leaving him with absolutely no chance to save it.

40: 30!
The Chinese fans in the stands immediately started shouting.

"God of Ginger! God of Ginger! God of Ginger!"

"One more! One more!"

Jiang Hong took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Nadal, observing his movements.

At times like this, it's no longer just a contest of tennis skills.

More importantly, it's a battle of tactical thinking between the two sides.

"bring it on!"

Nadal took a deep breath and tossed the tennis ball high into the air.

"boom!"

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew out instantly.

A speed of 197 kilometers per hour is quite extraordinary for a player like Nadal who is not known for his serve speed.

Jiang Hong's level of focus has reached its peak.

Facing Nadal's serve, the player immediately began to move their feet.

"Run!"

He took three steps in quick succession, shifted his body to the side, and immediately began his forehand backswing.

The tennis ball landed perfectly in the most comfortable spot, and Jiang Hong exerted force with his right arm.

With a "snap," the tennis ball flew back at an extremely fast speed.

Nadal pushed off the ground with a sudden burst of energy and swung his racket, managing a backhand slice just as the tennis ball was about to bounce twice.

The tennis ball instantly traced a fast and spinning arc.

Jiang Hong suddenly pulled back his hand and flicked his wrist, sending the tennis ball flying lightly towards the net.

"Small ball!"

Nadal's expression changed; he had already witnessed Jiang Hong's skillful use of the ball.

He sprinted toward the net, but as he moved, he didn't forget to observe Jiang Hong's movements.

At this moment, Jiang Hong also moved quickly towards the front of the net.

Nadal finally arrived before the dead ball, turned his gaze, and suddenly flicked his wrist upwards.

The tennis ball flew high into the air and was lobbed towards Jiang Hong's baseline.

The Spanish spectators in the stands were initially somewhat desperate, given how consistently Jiang Hong's interceptions were.

Unexpectedly, Rafa suddenly changed his tune.

They directly used the same tactics that Jiang Hong had already employed.

Seeing this, Jiang Hong tapped his left toes, immediately turned around, and quickly ran towards the finish line.

"Squeak~" After taking two steps, Jiang Hong suddenly straightened his legs and began to glide using inertia.

Although the whole process appeared incredibly elegant, Jiang Hong was unable to turn around.

The tennis ball had landed and was flying towards Jiang Hongfei.

Just then, Jiang Hong suddenly extended his racket from behind and chopped the ball with a backhand.

The tennis ball traced a straight arc, passing Nadal and hitting the corner of the net.

"Backhand backhand!"

(End of this chapter)