Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 195 Injury Relief Card, Activated, Game 7! (Edited)
Jiang Hong moved his legs slightly and frowned slightly.

Could I be injured?

There's no way to confirm with the medical team, since medical timeouts are generally only allowed during breaks between sets or sets.

Otherwise, the score before the next break will be credited to the opponent.

Therefore, Jiang Hong decisively chose to abandon the issue of injury suspension.

"system!"

Jiang Hong silently called out in his heart, and a bright blue panel instantly appeared before his eyes.

[Status: Grade 1 hamstring strain (speed -15%...)]

Jiang Hong initially thought it was just a cramp or something, but it turned out to be a bigger one.

It seems I really do have some bad luck on me.

Faced with this problem...

Playing with an injury is, of course, impossible.

You mean withdraw from the competition?
Well, that might be the choice of most players, but it definitely doesn't include Jiang Hong.

Who can blame him when Jiang Hong is a complete cheater!
He's just one step away from completing his golden road, defeating the world's top three players, and lifting the Madrid Masters title.

We must persevere!

This is a test of willpower!
Jiang Hong shouted in his heart.

"System, activate the [Injury and Illness Reduction Card]!"

If you have props, of course you should use them.

If you endure the pain to play the game, you're bound to lose miserably.

After all, Jiang Hong doesn't yet have the strength to sweep across the world.

[Ding! Injury/illness relief card has been used!]

The next second, Jiang Hong felt a warm sensation on the back of his thigh.

That's definitely not nonsense.

Then, the pain disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Hong reached out and gently squeezed it.

The pain I felt earlier has indeed completely disappeared.

The injury and illness relief card is a really good thing; I should save up a few.

Those around him watched Jiang Hong's constantly changing expressions and felt somewhat bewildered.

Federer looked at Jiang Hong, raised his eyebrows, and felt a little puzzled.

"Pinching the back of your thigh, could it be injured?"

Faced with Jiang Hong's dawdling behavior, the referee finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Time!"

Remind Jiang Hong of the time to serve.

Oh, the serve time is almost over.

Jiang Hong didn't hesitate at all and stood sideways at the baseline.

He tossed the tennis ball up from his fingertips again.

With a crisp "bang," the tennis ball flew past, though its speed wasn't particularly fast, but its quality was still decent.

After the tennis ball landed in the inner corner of the second service box on the opposite side, it quickly sprinted towards the baseline.

Federer had no problem receiving a serve of this quality; with a gentle backhand flick, he sent the ball into Jiang Hong's forehand baseline position.

"attack!"

Staring intently at the landing point of the tennis ball, Jiang Hong had only one thought in his mind.

The body then moved, and the tennis ball reached the waist.

Jiang Hong immediately turned his body to the side, pushed off the ground with his right foot, and rotated his hips.

It's so much fun playing when you're healthy! A quick backswing and a powerful shot went straight into Federer's backhand position.

After several consecutive stalemates, Jiang Hong made a forced mistake.

During the backward movement, the racket did not completely cover the tennis ball, so the trajectory of the return shot was slightly higher.

Faced with this mistake, neither the tennis ball nor the opponent will wait.

Originally intending to use the momentum to swing his racket, the transfer of power abruptly stopped, and Jiang Hong could only rely on the strength in his arm to push back.

"boom!"

With a slight backswing, the racket hits the tennis ball.

Federer was originally preparing to make a run to save the shot, but Jiang Hong's return was not very threatening.

Federer immediately followed the ball and launched an attack.

He knocked the ball directly into the corner opposite Jiang Hong's direction.

30: 0!
Federer frowned and glanced at Jiang Hong's legs.

"Was his earlier action just a smokescreen?"

"Running so fast, there's not a single sign of injury!"

Whether Jiang Hong is injured or not, it will not change his determination to win the championship.

We are determined to win this championship and will go all out.

"call!"

Jiang Hong exhaled, his gaze remaining firm.

He defeated Robredo, Nalbandian, Nadal, and Djokovic all the way, with this championship as his goal.

Losing the game here would be a failure for me.

Jiang Hong gently tapped the tennis ball with his racket, trying to calm himself down.

Throw the ball.

"boom!"

Jiang Hong suddenly pushed off the ground, his legs generating tremendous force as he swung his racket away.

"Beautiful outside corner kick!"

"At 214 kilometers per hour, Federer simply didn't have time to defend!"

Seeing Jiang Hong lose two consecutive shots, Zhan Jun couldn't help but feel nervous.

It's worth noting that many Chinese players have a problem: when they're behind, they struggle to organize an attack and often make mistakes due to anxiety.

Even when leading, he likes to play recklessly.

Jiang Hong had never seen such a scene in his previous matches.

But anything can happen when facing the world number one, Federer.

Now, Jiang Hong hit a beautiful ace, pulling one point back, and Zhan Jun's worries were dispelled.

30: 15.

Jiang Hong clenched his fist suddenly.

After scoring, he stood at the baseline and thought for a moment.

Federer has already figured out some of my habits of using flat serves.

Therefore, a variation is necessary!
Using a combination of methods, Jiang Hong unleashed a powerful topspin serve this time.

The ball was extremely fast, and the tennis ball flew straight towards Federer's forehand with a sharp whooshing sound.

Federer's expression was very calm at this moment. He bent his knees to lower his center of gravity and met the ball as it bounced off the ground.

Without any unnecessary backswing motion, he simply relied on the explosive power of his wrist to instantly pull the ball back.

Before Jiang Hong could move, the tennis ball flew past him and hit the baseline.

"Return ace!"

After the ball was placed, the stadium fell silent for a moment before erupting into a deafening roar of cheers.

It wasn't just that Federer's return of serve was absolutely beautiful.

Most importantly, Federer got a break point.

"Breakthrough, breakthrough, breakthrough!"

Federer's fans were shouting loudly.

40: 15.

Zhan Jun frowned, "Federer got two break points."

"Jiang Hong is in a very passive position right now; he needs to withstand the pressure!"

After Jiang Hong turned around and took the tennis ball from the caddie, he didn't rush back to the baseline.

Instead, he went to the table, grabbed a towel, wiped the sweat from his face, and pondered the ball he had just played.

"I still wasn't focused enough; otherwise, I could have returned the ball at my speed."

However, Jiang Hong did not wallow in self-pity or blame others.

Instead, he was thinking about solutions in his mind!
"The pace of receiving serves in tennis is too fast, and Federer himself is a master of fast hard courts."

"We definitely have to go all out when it comes to speed!"

"If you're fast, I have to be even faster. Looks like I'll have to make up for it with...!"

After returning to the baseline, Jiang Hong didn't hesitate at all and immediately tossed the tennis ball into the air.

"The game continues!"

"Let's see how Jiang Hong performs with this shot!"

Zhan Jun's mouth is like a machine gun.

"Jiang Hong did not choose his usual flat serve, and his serve speed was not fast!"

The tennis ball went straight down the center line and into the inner corner of Federer's half of the court.

Federer's focus was now at its limit.

Immediately take two quick steps forward and hit the ball back with a forehand backhand.

At the same time, on the other side.

Jiang Hong did not pause at all after serving.

Take a step forward immediately.

The slow bird has to start flying first, and Jiang Hong, this fast bird, can also start flying first.

"boom!"

Adjusting his stance with small, quick steps, drawing back his racket, and hitting the ball into Federer's backhand position.

"run!"

They didn't wait for Federer's return shot and acted ahead of time once again.

He ran towards the net.

Although Jiang Hong started running earlier, it doesn't mean that the quality of his shot decreased.

Federer watched Jiang Hong's return shot and headed straight for the baseline, pressing down firmly on the baseline position.

Even Federer, when faced with such a deep shot, can only take a step back.

A topspin motion, then a diagonal line is drawn.

Looking up, she thought, "When did he appear in front of the net?"

Facing the whistling tennis ball.

Jiang Hong immediately extended his racket, slid it lightly, and directly placed the ball into the opposite corner at the net.

"what?"

Federer forcefully shifted his center of gravity and immediately sprinted towards the net.

"Get back here!"

After a series of footsteps, Federer was about to hit the ball a second time.

Finally, he jumped high into the air and launched the ball into the air.

The shadow—the shadow of the racket.

"It's Jiang Hong again!"

As soon as the tennis ball flew over the line, Jiang Hong immediately spun his racket.

Forehand volley!
The tennis ball flew quickly past Federer's right side.

"pretty!"

Before the linesman and referee could even react, Zhan Jun immediately started shouting.

"A tight pace, meticulous tactics, and exceptional execution!"

Despite the pressure on set, Jiang Hong remained remarkably calm!

That's an exaggeration; it's as if the entire stadium is filled with Jiang Hong's figure.

Zhang Sheng, who had been silent all along, frowned.

As the commentator who has covered the most of Jiang Hong's matches, he is undoubtedly the one who understands Jiang Hong's style best.

wrong!
This isn't Jiang Hong's style, is it?
When returning the ball, Jiang Hong often chooses to plan carefully before making a move.

In many cases, both the audience and the commentators are already mentally preparing for a dead ball situation.

Jiang Hongdu had already made the save with his lightning speed.

However, in this round, Jiang Hong basically moved ahead of time.

Anticipate the direction of Federer's return shot.

Could it be a technical upgrade?
But technical changes can't be made suddenly halfway through a match!
Moreover, this change in style is not that simple.

Of course, the skill upgrades for a character only depend on whether their base stats are high enough.

"it works!"

Jiang Hong's eyes lit up instantly, his face full of surprise.

If it works well, then use it to the fullest.

Federer was not in a hurry when Jiang Hong held onto a break point.

He still has a chance to break through.

He lowered his center of gravity again, held the racket with both hands, and stared intently at Jiang Hong.

"attack!"

The longer this drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for you.

Toss the ball high into the air and draw back the racket from behind.

"Flat serve!"

Federer immediately changed his footwork, preparing to move.

"Snapped!"

I had only taken two steps when I heard a muffled thud.

It hit the net!
The first attempt failed.

"Second shot!"

Jiang Hong squeezed the tennis ball, his heart not flustered.

After all, a flat serve inherently has a higher error rate.

In a competition, the chances of not making a mistake are extremely slim.

For his second shot, Jiang Hong decided to reduce the speed and increase the spin.

At this moment, Federer was like a bloodthirsty shark, and he certainly wouldn't miss such a serve.

He immediately stepped forward and slammed his forehand into the tennis ball.

The return shot was fast and flat, heading straight for Jiang Hong's feet. Facing the onrushing ball...

Jiang Hong had no choice but to retreat, but suddenly stumbled.

Leaning back is not advisable!
Suddenly, a backhand slice sent the tennis ball, with sidespin, flying towards the midcourt.

Federer's first strike didn't kill the match, so he'll strike again.

He strode forward and unleashed another powerful flat shot with his forehand.

It blasted into Jiang Hong's open forehand position in an instant.

"It's over!"

The Chinese fans in the stands had only one thought in their minds when they saw this goal.

"Chase after them! Chase after them!"

Jiang Hong's legs seemed to leave afterimages as they moved.

It's faster than the last game.

boom!
The tennis ball hits the ground.

"Faster! Faster!"

The tennis ball bounced high into the air, and Jiang Hong swung his racket.

"call!"

The racket slices through the air, while the tennis ball flies sideways past the racket.

Okay, my current speed is 86, not 96.

dong dong dong...

Turning my head, I saw the tennis ball bouncing gently on the sideline!
"Looks like I still need to practice!"

"Game, Federer, 2-2!"

Federer broke back, and the two players were back on equal footing.

The entire stadium erupted in a tremendous roar.

It's impossible to have no reaction at all when your serve is broken.

The injury he had just sustained did affect Jiang Hong's concentration.

However, Jiang Hong was not discouraged.

"If I was able to break serve the first time, I can break serve a second time!"

Jiang Hong clenched his fist and looked at Federer across from him.

The match resumed, and Federer served.

"boom!"

Federer served, and Jiang Hong immediately began to act.

They maneuvered and moved around, covering a large area of ​​their own half of the court, running and receiving serves.

When Jiang Hong hit the ball with his forehand, his backswing angle was slightly too large. In fact, the error in returning the ball was very small; it was just a matter of detail.

However, in the match against Federer, a mistake in the details proved fatal.

Federer immediately seized the opportunity, ran to the net, and delivered a powerful overhead smash to Jiang Hong!
With his serve in hand, Federer gave Jiang Hong no chance to catch his breath.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Federer was in high spirits, seemingly ignited by the break he had just suffered, and ended the game with a love game, holding serve decisively.

"Game, Federer, 3-2."

The referee's voice sounded again.

Facing a deficit in the score, Zhan Jun comforted the viewers in front of the television.

"It's okay, Jiang Hong's current score can't be considered as being behind."

"If each side gets a break of serve, it's as if neither side got a break of serve."

"So, it's still a draw."

During the break, Jiang Hong did not go to the rest area, but instead made a gesture to the referee to summon the medic.

"Medical services suspended!"

It wasn't because Jiang Hong's leg was uncomfortable; it was mainly because Federer was in such hot form that he needed to cool down.

Jiang Hong didn't think calling for a medical standstill was anything shameful.

The referee's voice immediately came through the microphone.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

"Jiang Hong is injured?"

The Chinese fans and commentators were filled with tension, their fists clenched tightly.

Weren't you running around so happily just now?
The most nervous ones are companies like Hyde, Adidas, and IMG, which have interests related to Jiang Hong.

Anyone with eyes can see that Jiang Hong is a rising star.

However, injuries can be considered the biggest enemy of athletes.

Once injured, no one can say for sure what the future holds.

Meanwhile, Mark Jie and Fu Yunlong were not far from the rest area, as they were not allowed to enter due to the medical suspension.

In particular, Mark Jie has received a call advising Jiang Hong to withdraw from the competition if he is injured.

Although winning the Masters tournament can bring huge commercial benefits.

However, if there are any long-term effects from this competition, it could potentially impact a player's entire career.

Besides, Jiang Hong's opponent is Federer. Even if he is in good health, he may not be able to win, let alone lose.

Rather than betting on a championship that is elusive, it's better to withdraw from the competition, recuperate, and fight again later.

Therefore, Mark Jie immediately gestured to Jiang Hong to inquire about his condition.

Jiang Hong shrugged and shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

This scene was instantly captured by the camera.

Upon seeing this, Zhan Jun and Zhang Sheng immediately understood what was happening.

Oh, it was a tactical timeout!

After all, according to conventional education, it is somewhat inappropriate to call a medical timeout when there is no injury or illness.

So, Zhan Jun coughed and said tactfully.

"Judging from Jiang Hong's lively demeanor, his injury should not be serious."

"The game will be able to resume after the medical suspension."

At this moment, Director Sun of the Network Management Center breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright!"

After all, the most important thing is next year's Olympics.

Jiang Hong has finally emerged out of nowhere, and now the men's tennis team has a chance to win a medal!

If I get injured, I'm doomed.

Director Sun has made a decision that a medical support team must be found for Jiang Hong.

At least, that's how it should be in the period leading up to the Olympics.

Upon hearing this, netizens who regularly watch tennis immediately smiled knowingly.

"Jiang Shen's learning ability is too strong. The tactics that Djokovic used on him yesterday are being used on Federer today."

"However, I also think Federer is on fire right now, and Jiang Shen's choice is rational, correct, and insightful!"

"Jiang Shen, please think carefully about your approach to Federer. I'm getting so nervous watching you."

"After all, he's the world's number one, that's normal!"

Of course, besides rational netizens, there were also some people who made unfriendly comments.

For example, in the forum of a certain special website.

"To speculate on a conspiracy theory, is Jiang Hong involved in betting?"

"Very likely, the odds changed drastically just now."

"What a coincidence! He just broke Federer's serve, and then Federer broke his serve again. You know what I mean!"

"Geneva, have you done right by us?"

"Didn't you bet on Federer to win, upstairs?"

"Injuries are also a part of the problem!"

These words immediately drew attacks from another group of fans.

"Damn, you have to accept the consequences of your bet. If you lose, you can't just spout nonsense here."

"That's right, and Jiang Hong is a free agent, right? What has he done to wrong you?"

"Don't even mention a tactical timeout; even if someone is seriously injured and forced to leave the game, it's none of your business, right?"

The two sides immediately engaged in a chaotic battle, with more people supporting Jiang Hong.

At this moment, Jiang Hong on the court was unaware of all of this.

He doesn't intend for the Madrid Masters to end just like that.

He then turned around, sat on a lounge chair, and took a sip of sports drink to soothe his throat.

Although the weather in Madrid isn't hot right now, the distance I covered while playing against Federer was just too much, and I really sweated a lot, so I need to replenish my fluids quickly.

The medical team designated by the event organizing committee immediately rushed over with their medical kits.

"Where do you feel unwell, Jiang?"

Jiang Hong looked up and said to the medical staff, "Oh, I feel a bit sore all over. Could you help me relax?"

The medical team understood instantly!
“Okay, no problem!”

Then a blanket was laid on the ground, and Jiang Hong was made to lie down and receive a massage.

Seeing this, the fans at the scene couldn't help but laugh.

Is Jiang Hong here for a vacation?
He certainly wasn't there for tourism. While receiving a massage, Jiang Hong was mentally reviewing the match that had just taken place.

Thinking about how to proceed with the upcoming match.

Suddenly, the healer removed his hand from Jiang Hong and glanced at his watch.

Jiang Hong immediately understood that the time was almost up.

After getting up, Jiang Hong suddenly asked, "Hello, is there anything wrong with my health?"

Upon hearing this, the healer gave a strange smile and shook his head.

“You are very healthy. I have never seen a player as healthy as you.”

"I understand, thank you!" Jiang Hong said firmly.

The medical team picked up their medical kits.

The referee's voice rang out, "Time's up."

After the medical team left, Jiang Hong stood up and stretched, feeling a bit lighter.

He turned around, picked up his racket, and walked towards the baseline of the court.

The game is about to restart.

As the referee's voice rang out.

Jiang Hong immediately tossed the tennis ball high into the air.

Kneel down, push off the ground, rotate your body, swing the racket!
In an instant, a yellow-green lightning bolt shot towards the front of the net.

At the same time, Jiang Hong suddenly slammed his fist into the ground and rushed towards the net.

"Serve and volley!"

That's right, Jiang Hong planned to catch Federer off guard before he got into his rhythm.

As expected, Federer hadn't anticipated Jiang Hong's tactics.

Because Jiang Hong's serve was of such high quality, he could only manage to return a diagonal ball.

"Now!"

Jiang Hong immediately shifted his body two steps to the side and extended his racket.

A precise shot hits the tennis ball, resulting in a successful volley and point!
"pretty!"

"It seems that Jiang Hong is in excellent condition after the medical suspension!"

"This serve has a speed of up to 200 kilometers per hour, perfectly complementing a precise volley at the net!"

Then, Jiang Hong used his powerful serve to attack Federer's backhand, followed by a forehand attack.

Federer only managed to win one point throughout the entire match.

Jiang Hong ultimately held serve with an ace.

"Very active!"

Federer noticed that Jiang Hong played with great passion.

Federer's serve was equally impressive.

Despite Jiang Hong's strong resistance, he ultimately failed to break through the opponent's serve.

4: 3.

After the break between sets, the two sides switched sides and continued the battle.

Neither side was willing to relax, and neither was able to break serve again until the 12th game.

Federer's attacks became increasingly fierce.

They even had a break point at one point, and Jiang Hong certainly couldn't let the first set slip away like that.

“ACE!”

AD: 40!

Jiang Hong clenched his fist and took the initiative.

"Just one more point and we can force a Game 7!"

Jiang Hong took a deep breath and hit a flat shot to the outside corner at 210 km/h.

Federer's focus was at its peak at this moment.

Jiang Hong had already started his footwork before serving, arriving at the landing point in advance.

Because of the high speed of his serve, Federer was unable to launch an attack directly, so he could only use a backhand slice, which instantly reduced the ball speed.

Once the bottom lines start to clash, you'll be the one who suffers.

Therefore, Jiang Hong would certainly not choose to slow down.

Immediately twist your wrist and smash the ball diagonally with a forehand.

"Play fastball?"

Federer raised an eyebrow; everyone knows he prefers high-speed hard courts.

"Since you want to play fastball, then give it a try!"

Thinking of this, Federer immediately snapped his wrist back like lightning, hitting the tennis ball with a flat backhand, sending it flying quickly towards Jiang Hong's open forehand.

Jiang Hong lowered his center of gravity by moving at high speed and made a straight shot.

Federer, however, had anticipated the opening and immediately unleashed a powerful cross-court shot into the gap.

The ball speeds of both players were approaching 150 kilometers per hour, comparable to some second serves.

Both players ran wildly, hitting flat shots and smashes, while the fans in the stadium stared intently at the tennis ball.

Finally, Federer stumbled while running, and his return shot was slightly too high.

"The opportunity has come!"

Jiang Hong suddenly accelerated, seizing the opportunity.

A quick step and a powerful forehand smash sent the ball into the corner.

boom!
"Game, Jiang, 6-6!"

It's going to be a Game 7!
(End of this chapter)