Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 188 Three points to hold serve, interception, victory!
Jiang Hong is currently in a very hot form, while I am a bit overheated and not calm enough.

Therefore, Djokovic decided to disrupt the rhythm of the match for a while.

He also needed to recover some physical strength before considering his tactical approach for the upcoming matches. Before the match, Djokovic had no idea that he would need to request a medical leave.

Jiang Hong was stunned for a moment. Although he knew from his previous life that Djokovic was a master at seizing medical timeouts.

But I never expected it would be used on myself.

However, Jiang Hong didn't react much. If he were behind, he might have requested a medical timeout to adjust his condition.

The medical team entered the court, helped Djokovic back to the rest area, and then gave him a massage.

Jiang Hong also returned to the rest area and took a sip of water.

"Jiang Hong has broken his serve."

"The scales of victory have tipped in Jiang Hong's favor."

"With a score of 4:2, if we can win two more games, we can win the match."

Zhan Jun, his face beaming with excitement, said...

"Wait, it seems Djokovic has requested a medical timeout," Zhang Sheng suddenly said, sticking his head out.

"Huh? Is Djokovic injured?" Zhan Jun was also a little curious.

Zhang Sheng suddenly got a little excited, "Is it possible that Djokovic will withdraw from the tournament?"

Zhan Jun's eyes also lit up, but in the end he held firm.

"Not necessarily, it might not be too serious!"

On a tennis forum.

Wow, Jiang Shen is awesome! I'll consider my 100 yuan as a donation to support him.

[If we break their serve, we can win as long as we maintain our advantage.]

[Jiang Hong, oh my god!]

Let's win two more games to end the match.

Jiang Hong advances to the Madrid Masters final!

Jiang Hong took a bite of his banana, waiting for Djokovic to finish his medical timeout.

He simply didn't believe that Djokovic, having suffered a serious injury, would definitely return to competition.

Jiang Hong glanced at Djokovic, who was lying on the ground receiving massage and muscle relaxation from medical staff.

Jiang Hong stretched his body briefly to make sure that the interruption wouldn't cause his performance to decline.

Three minutes later, Djokovic's medical timeout ended.

Djokovic stretched his body and then walked back to the court.

"Oh, it seems Djokovic's injury isn't serious. The match continues."

There was a hint of disappointment in Zhan Jun's tone, but he couldn't show it.

In the 7th game, it was Jiang Hong's turn to serve. He took the tennis ball from the ball boy and returned to the baseline.

Looking at Djokovic across from him, Jiang Hong was unsure of his opponent's form.

However, Jiang Hong will definitely give it his all.

"Alright, let's resume the game."

"It's Jiang Hong's turn to serve. Will he be able to continue his hot streak?"

“Let’s wait and see!”

Jiang Hong tossed the tennis ball high into the air, pushed off the ground, turned his body, and hit the ball.

All the movements were fluid and natural, like something out of a textbook.

"boom!"

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

"Jiang Hong's serve remains in excellent form."

"The serve speed reaches as high as 209 kilometers per hour."

"The fact that Jiang Hong can still serve this quality ball in the middle of the second set demonstrates his strength."

Djokovic's eyes were fixed on Jiang Hong's movements.

I took light, quick steps to ensure I could start immediately.

"呲~"

He pushed off with his foot, making a scraping sound.

"Outside corner kick."

Djokovic moved quickly, instantly spreading his legs across the sideline and lowering his center of gravity.

The forehand and backhand strokes form a "V" shape, tightly gripping the racket handle.

The tennis ball landed and quickly shot towards him.

"it's time!"

As the tennis ball came in front of him, Djokovic instantly rotated his hips and pulled his arm back to draw the racket.

"boom!"

With a thud, the tennis ball was instantly pulled out diagonally by Djokovic's signature double-handed backhand.

The landing point was very deep, approaching the bottom line.

"really!"

As Jiang Hong predicted, Djokovic's form rebounded after the medical timeout.

Jiang Hong moved quickly to the side, twisted his waist, and completed the backswing in an instant, then met the attack with his forehand.

He headed the ball directly into Djokovic's backhand open space.

Djokovic showed no signs of cramping and moved at an incredible speed, even faster than before.

Before the tennis ball could hit him, he stepped forward and once again smashed the ball into Jiang Hong's backhand corner with a double backhand.

Jiang Hong ran with all his might and successfully hit the ball.

However, the quality eventually dropped, and Djokovic immediately seized the opportunity to move to the net and hit a reverse forehand cross-court shot.

0: 15.

Djokovic clenched his fist tightly, his eyes blazing with fury.

This is the clarion call for our own counterattack.

"hiss!"

"Djokovic's backhand is incredibly solid."

"They defended against Jiang Hong's attacks flawlessly."

"We weren't careless!"

The audience members at the scene reacted instantly upon seeing this.

The so-called medical suspension is just an excuse to delay things.

They immediately booed Djokovic.

Djokovic didn't care about this, after all, he was just using the rules within the rules.

Besides, Djokovic is already used to being booed.

Compared to losing the game, these boos are nothing.

Jiang Hong looked up at Djokovic and took a deep breath.

"calm!"

If you become too emotionally volatile at this time, you are actually giving your opponent an opportunity.

After calming down, Jiang Hong served again.

First shot, inside corner, 210 km/h!

"quick!"

too fast.

Djokovic misjudged the situation and had no time to turn around and save the ball, which flew out of bounds, resulting in a point.

"15:15."

Instantly, both Chinese and Spanish fans on the field cheered for Jiang Hong.

"nice shot!"

"Keep the rhythm, let's continue with the next ball!"

"Withstand the pressure."

And Jiang Hong lived up to expectations, landing the third ball in a tricky spot as well.

Although Djokovic correctly predicted the ball, he couldn't keep up with its speed. Although his racket barely made contact with the ball, he couldn't control it in time.

The tennis ball flew directly out of bounds.

30: 15.

Jiang Hong regained the advantage in her service games.

The fourth ball.

"boom!"

"OUT!"

The conductor's voice then rang out.

"Jiang Hong serves."

"What a pity."

"With a ball speed of up to 215 kilometers per hour, if successful, it could very well be an ace."

"Unfortunately, Jiang Hong was too focused on the angle and went slightly off-center."

"But it's okay, let's readjust our mindset and prepare for the second shot."

Jiang Hong stood at the baseline, took a deep breath, and tossed the tennis ball high into the air.

The body forms a perfect reverse arch, with the shoulder blades fully open.

The power originates from pushing off the ground, rotating the hips, twisting the waist, and finally generating power through the arms.

"Snapped!"

A beautiful outside-corner sidespin shot, fired quickly.

"really!"

Djokovic's eyes lit up instantly.

After battling Jiang Hong for one and a half games, Djokovic realized something.

Jiang Hong is definitely not a conservative person; even if he fails in the first attempt, he will still try his best in the second.

Djokovic guessed correctly.

After the tennis ball landed, it did not move forward, but instead flew quickly to the side.

Djokovic immediately took a swift forward step, shifting his weight forward and bouncing up just as the tennis ball landed.

The forehand racket face precisely wraps around the tennis ball, and the wrist leaves a very short forward backswing and topswing motion at the moment of contact.

The return shot was flat and fast, with a low, smooth arc.

"So deep!"

Ankle strike!

"Can Jiang Hong dodge it?"

After Jiang Hong served, he took a step forward and was immediately pinned down by Djokovic's return of serve.

The tennis ball flew straight at Jiang Hong's ankle.

"not good!"

The most likely possibility flashed through Jiang Hong's mind instantly.

"Cut!"

"Cutting is the only option!"

Instantly shifting his weight to his right foot, Jiang Hong flipped his wrist, opening the racket face.

Quickly pull your arm and perform a reverse cut.

The DSLR camera, honed through years of practice, finally came in handy at this moment.

"what?"

"Jiang Hong used cutting."

"Flight path - over the net!"

Even with a hasty backhand, the quality remains so high.

In an instant, a sharp arc shot towards Djokovic.

They chased after him, aiming for his legs.

Left with no other option, Djokovic had to back down.

The same single-reverse cutting method is used.

The racket face was opened instantly.

"Disconnect from the internet!"

Djokovic frowned; a single-handed backhand was not his forte.

I had to take the net off because the net was too wide open.

"40:15."

The referee's voice rang out, and the scoreboard numbers began to change.

Djokovic glanced up at the scoreboard, his eyes filled with determination.

"We must win this point."

Once Jiang Hong holds serve, the score will be 5-2, leaving him with very little chance to turn the game around.

"We must break their serve!"

For Jiang Hong, this point was one he was determined to win.

She pursed her lips, adjusted her breathing, and tossed the ball again.

Jiang Hong extended his leg and rotated his body more fully, striving for speed.

"A beautiful serve."

"218 kilometers."

"Near point T."

A serve with perfect speed and placement.

Djokovic reacted even faster, starting to move the instant Jiang Hong hit the ball.

After managing to get into position, Djokovic forced a backhand shot back.

However, the ball speed was too fast, and Djokovic didn't have time to adjust the racket angle, so the return shot was high and floaty.

It landed directly near the midfield.

"It's over!"

"good chance."

In an instant, both Djokovic and Jiang Hong had the same thought.

This is a fantastic opportunity for a high-pressure shot.

Wasting opportunities will be punished.

Jiang Hong certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.

With a few large strides, he quickly entered the service area.

Stand firmly on both feet, turn sideways, draw back the racket, and quickly unleash a powerful shot.

In an instant, the tennis ball hurtled toward Djokovic's backhand opening.

"Pretty!"

"Perfect high-pressure ball!"

Djokovic suddenly turned around, ran quickly, and before the tennis ball hit the ground a second time, he suddenly extended his racket.

I barely managed to get to the tennis court.

Then you can see the tennis ball flying lightly through the air.

It bounced a few times after hitting the netting, and then suddenly flipped into Jiang Hong's half of the court.

After landing, it barely bounced; it rolled as if it were rolling.

The line driver's voice rang out, announcing that the test was valid.

"IN!"

Jiang Hong suddenly felt an urge to smash his racket.

The feeling of losing points due to bad luck made Jiang Hong particularly annoyed.

40: 30.

Djokovic thought he was going to lose, but the ball went over the net unexpectedly.

He stared in surprise, then raised his hand in greeting.

[Huh? It actually passed the network check?]

[Wow, Jiang Shen's luck is really bad!]

[We were almost guaranteed to hold our serve, but an unexpected incident caused us to lose points.]

I was so angry I smashed my keyboard.

The Chinese fans at the scene reacted even more excitedly.

He had already clenched his fists, ready to stand up and celebrate.

But to everyone's surprise, he lost points. He covered his head with his hand, looking utterly frustrated.

Zhang Sheng and Zhan Jun remained silent for a while before slowly speaking.

"It seems Djokovic is in luck."

"However, Jiang Hong still has a point to hold, so the advantage is still on our side."

After regaining his composure, Zhan Jun spoke up to comfort him.

In the end, Jiang Hong managed to resist smashing his racket. He turned around, and the caddie immediately stepped forward and tossed the ball to Jiang Hong.

Jiang Hong caught a tennis ball and took a deep breath.

"Luck can't always be on your side, can it?"

His gaze was fixed on the corner of the service area.

The ball toss, the racket swing, and the hit are all performed with standard technique.

"boom!"

The tennis ball had just been served when the linesman's voice rang out.

"Fault!"

The player was too focused on extreme angles, resulting in a service error.

Instantly, the fans in the stadium began to murmur among themselves.

"Oh my god, is Jiang Shen nervous?"

"I feel it's more because the previous ball didn't come out properly."

"Please, don't make a double fault!"

"Crow's Mouth!"

Jiang Hong paused for a moment before taking the ball out of his mouth again.

Should we continue to pursue the ultimate offensive strategy, or choose a more conservative serve?
After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Hong opted for a conservative shot aimed at his body.

The ball speed is average, and the spin isn't very strong either.

This is an absolutely golden opportunity for Djokovic.

Quickly shift your body to the side to create space for hitting the ball, grip the racket tightly with both hands, and use the momentum of your forward movement to swing your arms from back to front.

When the racket face makes contact with the ball, it is almost perpendicular to the ground, delivering a powerful double backhand.

The ball speed is extremely fast, and the backswing is very small.

Jiang Hong was given very little time to react before the tennis ball came hurtling towards his backhand.

Jiang Hong pushed off the ground with his feet and lunged forward.

The tennis ball, like a green rainbow, whistled past the sideline in an instant.

Before Jiang Hong could arrive, the tennis ball had already been smashed into the corner.

40: 40.

"Djokovic has leveled the score."

"Jiang Hong needs to adjust his mindset to avoid losing points due to mistakes in his performance."

Zhan Jun and Zhang Sheng had already realized that this was clearly not the quality of Jiang Hong's usual serve.

Even if it's a second attempt, they won't choose such a conservative approach.

"grass!"

Jiang Hong really wants to slap himself right now.

Serving is one of his strengths, and his style is also offensive.

As a result, I actually chose to serve conservatively on my second serve.

Isn't this asking for death?

Putting aside the fact that Djokovic's serve returns have always been of very high quality.

Even if your skill in receiving and sending is average, if your opponent's bottom line is deadlocked and their ability to stall is stronger than yours.

Being stuck in a stalemate is not a favorable situation for oneself.

"attack!"

"We must attack!"

Even if you lose the game, you shouldn't lose in such a frustrating way.

After figuring everything out, Jiang Hong's gaze became firm again.

At that moment, a smile appeared on Djokovic's face.

"Young people are still too young!"

When they were leading, their mentality faltered.

The medical pause I chose at the time appears to have been very effective.

Even after his serve was broken, Jiang Hong maintained his somewhat abnormal state.

That would significantly increase your chances of winning.

His eyes were fixed on Jiang Hong's movements, determined not to let him regain his momentum.

Jiang Hong tossed the tennis ball high into the air, pushed off the ground, turned his body, swung his arm, and hit the ball in one smooth motion.

"boom!"

In an instant, the tennis ball flew over the net and smashed into the outer corner of the opponent's service court.

"pretty!"

"209 kilometers."

"Excellent speed and landing point!"

As a player who uses a powerful serve, Jiang Hong's form can be seen from his serves.

Djokovic was highly focused at that moment, immediately turning around, bending his knees, and quickly drawing back his racket to hit the ball.

The hair extension depth is good, but the angle is somewhat lacking.

He pressed the ball directly onto Jiang Hong's forehand side, slightly turning his body to create space for the backswing.

He quickly twisted his waist, and his arm lashed out like a whip.

In an instant, the tennis ball flew like a cannonball directly into Djokovic's forehand side.

Djokovic's baseline technique is absolutely superb, and the importance of this shot cannot be overstated.

Both sides appeared very cautious, and neither of them made a mistake in the eight consecutive shots.

Jiang Hong's gaze sharpened.

"No, if we keep going at this stalemate, it's hard to say who will win or lose."

"Therefore, we must find a way to change the tune."

Thinking of this, Jiang Hong immediately used his forehand to draw a wide-angled cross-court shot to move Djokovic's position.

Djokovic felt a chill run down his spine and instantly understood.

"Not good, Jiang Hong is preparing to launch an attack."

After quickly running and landing, immediately tighten your wrist, quickly draw back the racket, and shoot a straight line.

It was of very high quality and came crashing down directly along the edge.

Djokovic preferred to take the risk rather than give Jiang Hong a chance.

For top players, it's not just about technique, but also about tactical maneuvering.

However, Jiang Hong was unwilling to let the stalemate continue.

His eyes darted around, and finally, with a determined look, he made a decision.

"Gamble."

When faced with Djokovic's return shot, Jiang Hong immediately opted for a backhand slice.

"Small ball!"

"Diagonal ball".

"Jiang Hong's specialty."

Zhan Jun's voice unconsciously grew louder.

Djokovic's expression changed, and he became nervous, quickly moving to the net.

Although my net play skills are not outstanding, it doesn't mean I should give up when facing short balls.

At the very least, we should do our best and leave the rest to fate.

Just before the tennis ball was about to bounce twice, Djokovic suddenly swung his racket rapidly.

In an instant, the racket face brushed against the lower side of the tennis ball.

Then, before everyone's eyes, the tennis ball, still spinning, moved upwards again.

"Can we go through the internet?"

Tennis continued to rise until—

"It crossed the line!"

Djokovic's slice didn't hit the net.

The tennis ball had just flown over the net when suddenly a shadow appeared above it.

Jiang Hong had already started moving to the net the moment he released the ball.

With his weight on his left leg, he instantly raised his right hand to hold the racket, locking the racket face onto the trajectory of Djokovic's return shot.

With a quick, short burst of power from the arm and wrist, the racket is swung towards the tennis ball.

With a crisp "bang," the tennis ball struck the racket.

In an instant, it transformed into a diagonal line, swiftly passing by Djokovic and striking directly in the deep area in front of the baseline.

AD: 40!
Jiang Hong clenched his fist and regained the advantage.

"Well done!"

"Jiang Hong withstood the pressure and took the lead again."

"The score is in the lead."

"We've secured our third break point."

Jiang Hong was panting heavily when Djokovic turned his head to look at the landing point of the tennis ball.

Both sides withdrew their gaze and returned to the baseline position.

His expression was blank, but his eyes were filled with seriousness.

"Once or twice is acceptable, but a third time is not..."

Jiang Hong stood at the baseline, his eyes fixed on the service area, and tossed the ball again.

"Outside corner kick!"

The answer instantly came to Djokovic: move, position, turn, and prepare to shoot.

A powerful and deep serve went straight to Jiang Hong's baseline in the middle.

The two sides quickly engaged in a back-and-forth battle, with Jiang Hong relying on his speed to move rapidly across the baseline and swing his forehand in large, sweeping motions, looking for opportunities to attack.

However, Djokovic's defense is not to be underestimated.

"Backhand!"

"Backhand!"

Jiang Hong repeatedly smashed the ball with his forehand into the same spot on Djokovic's backhand.

After Djokovic returned the ball with a two-handed backhand, he instinctively continued to maintain the two-handed backhand position.

"The opportunity has come."

At the moment of backswing, Jiang Hong suddenly changed the angle of the racket face and increased the speed of the backswing, instantly hitting the ball into Djokovic's forehand position.

Djokovic suddenly realized what was happening.

"Oops!"

He forcibly changed his backswing angle and hit the ball back.

Opportunity for high-pressure ball.

Jiang Hong decisively went online, saying, "This time, I won't give you a chance to rely on luck."

Suddenly, he leaped into the air and smashed the ball into the corner of the net.

"5-2!"

"Jiang Hong's salary is secured! He's secured his salary!"

"Just one more game..."

Before Zhan Jun could finish speaking, Zhang Sheng covered his mouth, warning him not to say anything carelessly.

In the eighth game, Djokovic serves.

At this point, Jiang Hong had reached his peak in both competitive form and mental state.

Even if Djokovic wanted to hold serve and drag the match on, it would be difficult.

30: 30.

Both of them were breathing heavily.

Djokovic wiped his sweat with a towel and glanced at Jiang Hong across from him.

"That bite is way too hard!"

Djokovic tossed the ball into the air, just as his racket was about to touch it.

Jiang Hong suddenly took a few steps forward and quickly went online.

"and many more."

Djokovic was taken aback for a moment.

What is this guy going to do?
Even if it were a preemptive attack, they wouldn't run this far, would they?
Rushing to the net, Jiang Hong stretched out his arm and swung his racket before the tennis ball even hit the ground.

Select "Intercept" directly!
In an instant, the tennis ball was pushed directly to the deep end of the baseline.

Djokovic was momentarily stunned, and then his shot was a little late.

Snapped!
The ball went directly into the net.

30: 40.

"A brilliant tactic."

"An incredible net play!"

"The fruit of courage."

"Jiang Hong has secured the match point for this game."

Everyone was stunned by this tactic they had never seen before.

Is it possible to extend hair like this?

Djokovic blinked, feeling somewhat dazed.

Trying to calm myself down, I gripped the tennis ball in my hand.

Losing just one more point means losing the game.

Suddenly, his gaze became firm again.

Even if I lose, I'll still make trouble for you!

Djokovic continued serving, a sidespin serve to the inside corner.

"Now you can intercept me again!"

However, this time, Jiang Hong did not continue to use the interception tactic.

Instead, he opted for a standard serve return: a forward step, a forehand forward, and a quick shot during the ball's upward bounce.

The return shot was deep and powerful, aimed directly at Djokovic's backhand corner.

"Damn it!"

Djokovic cursed under his breath; he had been mainly on guard against Jiang Hong's strange tactics.

Now we can only retreat passively and barely manage to head the ball back using a double-back.

The quality is not very high.

This presented an opportunity for Jiang Hong, who immediately turned to the side and launched a large forehand backhand.

He unleashed a powerful, high-angle, and spinning shot.

The ball was pulled directly out of bounds, and Djokovic quickly moved to head it back.

Jiang Hong immediately followed up with a straight shot and charged along the sideline.

Djokovic stared at the opposite corner, gritting his teeth.

They immediately rushed in the opposite direction.

"hurry up!"

"Faster!"

He didn't even know how many steps he had run, but he managed to swing his racket with all his might.

"boom!"

Feeling the vibration from the handle, "I hit it!"

The tennis ball flew high into the air and crashed into Jiang Hong's baseline.

All eyes were on the tennis ball, the key point of the match.

The tennis ball hits the ground.

"OUT!"

Out of bounds!
Instantly, the audience members jumped off their seats and cheered.

"Won!"

"Jiang Hong has won!"

(End of this chapter)