Tennis Era: Only I Awaken U17 Skills

"I don't think we have an advantage in singles for the team that is playing against the Great Cold Netherworld. Should we temporarily switch positions and let the weakest singles three fight against singles one?"

In a hotel room near a tennis stadium in Xiajing City, tactical analyst Tian Yuecheng carefully looked at the data on the Great Cold Kingdom that Zhou Xing took from Zhou Xing before leaving, and said in a deep voice.

Based on information such as statistics, records, and skills, he feels that Ye Feng, the main player of the national youth team, does not have an advantage, and this is not a case of whether the Great Cold Mingguo has hidden means for the main player Park Jinzhi.

If it is for the overall probability of winning, it is better to use Tian Ji's horse racing method.

"Inappropriate." Head coach Fan Zhengguo rejected the proposal without hesitation.

"If it's an ordinary match, it can be arranged like this, but now the exchange match has attracted a lot of attention because of Park Jinzhi's exposure on the Internet."

"If we use this method to win the game, then the Great Cold Nether Kingdom has a reason to say it! People in the country will even think that we are afraid of confrontation, and the impact is not good.

"Then we can only wait for the result and give the hope of winning to the opponent's strength?" Tian Yuecheng asked.

Fan Zhengguo also sighed, "Oh! There is no way, if you fall behind, you will be beaten, and this time, you would rather lose while standing than win while kneeling!"

He is also very frustrated!

They are all people who have experienced the prosperous period of China's tennis world. Looking at the current lifelessness-Shen Shen, how can you not care?

Fan Zhengguo now wished that he would be twenty or thirty years younger, so that he could step on the professional battlefield again and win glory for the country!

However, Tian Yuecheng was still not reconciled. After pondering for a moment, he said again: "Then increase the bargaining chip on doubles, I think..."

Didi!

Just halfway through the conversation, the phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated.

Tian Yuecheng temporarily stopped speaking, took out his mobile phone and turned it on. After seeing the message sent by Zhou Xing in the group chat of the coach of the National Youth Team, his face was full of question marks, "What's wrong with him?"

"What?" Fan Zhengguo asked inexplicably. He usually has the habit of muting his phone, so he didn't notice any news.

"Look at the group chat."

Fan Zhengguo nodded, and after opening it, he immediately showed the same puzzled expression as Tian Yuecheng.

"What's wrong with Xiaoxing? You won the tennis lottery ticket?" He casually complained.

"Who knows?" Tian Yuecheng shrugged. Didn't he say that his mother-in-law gave him a dish from a certain age? Could it be true?"

As he spoke, he replied in the group chat.

Tennis strategist: "??? What's wrong?"

Seeing this, Zhou Xing, who was in the training camp of the National Youth Team, was concentrating on waiting for a reply, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he sent several laughing emojis.

The goal is to become the number one data master: "There is a god among the freshmen invited internally this time! The one named Su Cheng was mentioned last night, and his physical measurement data is extremely perfect! It is unprecedented!

The goal is to become the number one data master: "Ah no! Maybe there will be no one in the future!"

Zhou Xing was very proud. This unprecedented legendary data was born in front of him. The two of them had never even seen it. They probably would be dumbfounded when they saw it!

General Fan: "Really?"

Seeing Zhou Xing's exaggerated words, Fan Zhengguo and Tian Yuecheng couldn't help showing joy.

If such a genius really appears, then there will be hope for the future of China's tennis world!

The goal is to become the number one data guru: "Keep your eyes open!"

Zhou Xing pressed his finger on the 26 keys of the mobile phone to output, and then took a high-definition close-up of Su Cheng's data sheet and sent it over.

Then he stared at the screen tightly, waiting for Fan and Tian's admiration and exclamation.

But after seeing the data on the picture, the anticipation of the two disappeared in an instant, and instead they frowned in unison.

Strength UR, speed UR, skill UR... What are these?

Aren't the evaluation criteria for their national youth team divided into five levels: D, C, B, A, S, and S+? When did this thing come out?

Continuing to look down, the peak turned around, the excitement index soared again, and the eyes of the two almost didn't pop out.

The serve speed is 288km/h! This is not a proper professional level???

The speed of receiving the ball is 300km/hour! It has not reached the limit yet, just because the speed limit of the server machine? Isn’t that stronger than the top professional players???

Genius, this is a peerless genius!

Fan Zhengguo was ecstatic, with such qualifications, coupled with the training of their national youth team, the future can only be said to be limitless!

"Good! Good!" He slapped his thigh excitedly.

In high spirits, he almost lost his grip on the phone and finally managed to keep it from falling to the ground. He straightened the screen again, but his gaze fell on the column of Su Cheng's age again, 15 years old.

???

Fan Zhengguo was stunned for a moment.

"Nonsense! Fifteen-year-olds usually haven't even learned the initial skills? How could they have such strength?"

0

He blurted out, his voice was full of doubts, and Tian Yuecheng reacted instantly with such a small gesture.

Yup!

This is a little too outrageous!

Why can't the mental strength measure the upper limit, they are the most advanced equipment!

The data does not follow common sense, and they may think it is really awesome.

But you can't escape common sense!

This data tm is personal???

Not to mention the fact that UR is the highest-level gear that is added later, which is several levels higher than S+.

Zhou Xing almost praised this boy named Su Cheng as the future tennis god!

"Oh." Fan Zhengguo was silent for a while, sighed again, and said with some emotion: "I didn't expect Xiaoxing to be under so much pressure! I'm starting to have paranoia!"

Tian Yuecheng also nodded sympathetically.

Usually, Zhou Xing was quite a sensible person, but they didn't feel any better before they left in the morning, and they didn't expect it to be like this in a blink of an eye.

After much deliberation, Fan Zhengguo reluctantly distributed two hundred exclusive red envelopes.

General Fan: "Xiao Xing, I know that the top is pressing hard now, and it is more difficult for us to do it here, but don't give up on yourself! In this way, I will transfer your salary of 200 this month first, and buy some walnuts to eat. Brain.

Military division court: "That's right."

Zhou Xing after seeing the reply: "?????"

【Kneel begging big brothers to order all!!! Three】.