Tennis Era: Only I Awaken U17 Skills

Among the professional tennis class students in the first grade, except Su Cheng, who is a peer, or a genius like Liu Qingshuang.

In terms of basic strength, the students in the first year of high school are generally much weaker than the students in the second and third year of high school.

After the first day, they were still talking and laughing, but after a few more days, they basically became dejected.

It was because they had already lost three games and were directly eliminated. If they wanted to enter the tennis club, they would have to wait until next year.

"Hey! My luck is too bad! Three times in a row, my opponent is a senior in high school. How can I play this?"

"Me too! They are too strong! They are not on the same level at all! I tried my best to shoot the bullet serve, but I was easily picked up!"

"Indeed! I also met a player who can play the snake ball, which slipped away for me. After the game, my legs are weak!"

"It's what you deserve, I let you win for me, it's retribution!"

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During the break, the eliminated students, male or female, all complained about their failures, as if they could feel more comfortable in this way.

The most effective way to comfort human beings is really miserable.

"Hey, hearing what they said, I feel pretty lucky!" In the last row, Wang Bule was holding a bag of Good Chicken Friends Potato Chips, and was full of emotion while eating.

Most of the people he met were in the first or second year of high school. Needless to say, the first year of high school, his strength is the best among them, and in the second year of high school, with the strong characteristics of the swing ball, he can not fall behind.

He also suffered a disadvantage against two seasoned high school seniors and lost two games.

However, he has played eight games and lost less than three times, confirming his successful promotion.

If there is another game today, it will be a duel with other court winners in District B.

Thinking of this incident, Wang Bule became a little excited, and said to Su Cheng who rarely had to "close his eyes and rest his mind" in his spare time.

"Brother Cheng, do you know? In our court in District B, there is actually Zhao Huaqiang, the main pick of the tennis club! He is the number one player in our twelfth Middle-School, and he lost in the city-level competition before." The strength players of the second Middle-School are ahead."

"I heard that the skill he inherited is also a wave ball! But it is much better than me. It is Ishida Gin's 66th wave ball."

"If I can meet him, I really hope he can give me some pointers!"

Wang Bule looked expectant.

However, Su Cheng hit the nail on the head, "He's stuck in Zone B as soon as he's picked, so you're not sure he'll lose the game?"

Under normal circumstances, the main selection of the tennis club does not need to participate in the selection at the beginning, and it will be fine to join the match later. Of course, if it is voluntary to start from the beginning, then it is out of the question.

After the words fell, Wang Bule's expression froze.

That's right!

They are both strength players, and their own strength is far inferior, so they must not be able to beat them!

If they meet each other, and then encounter powerful opponents one after another, wouldn't the chances of qualifying be slim?

However, Wang Bule was relieved after struggling for a moment.

"Ham, who cares? Anyway, with hard power, I'm sure I won't be ranked. I'm lucky if I get in. It doesn't matter if I don't get selected."

He is not good at other aspects, but he is very open-minded, and he will not be dead set.

"By the way, Brother Cheng, how is your game going? Can you advance to the next round?"

Hearing this, Su Cheng said indifferently: "I have already advanced, winning all eight games."

"Awesome!" Wang Bule immediately raised his big finger.

"Brother Cheng, haven't you met any tough seniors?" He hurriedly asked again.

"Of the eight people I beat, six were seniors in high school."

"As for whether it's fierce or not..." Su Cheng thought for a while, and said honestly, "It doesn't feel like there is any difference."

At least it's all the same to him.

"Could it be that there is no opponent who can make you anxious, Brother Cheng?" Wang Bule asked incredulously.

He could clearly feel the strength of the third grader!

"No." Su Cheng shook his head, his tone seemed to be talking about something ordinary, "They can't finish the whole game with me."

Every time I hit the ball with more strength, I can give these people a waiver, and my exquisite skills are useless at all.

This made him a little depressed.

During the period, he also ran into a senior and begged himself to give way, which he did. It was rare for him to finish the whole game, the score was 6-0.

The senior sister left the venue crying and cursing that day.

"Fuck!" Wang Bule was silent for a while, then suddenly exclaimed.

Attracted the whole class to watch.

Seeing this, Wang Bule smiled to ease the embarrassment.

After everyone's attention turned away, they looked at Su Cheng with disbelief, and said in a low voice: "Brother Cheng, are you the one-ball superman, court destroyer, and never The Great Demon King who will play the entire game!"

Su Cheng had a question mark on his face.

What the hell is this tm? ? ?

"Yeah! Why didn't I think of it so long ago!" Wang Bule's face was stunned.

"Brother Cheng, of course you can do it with your terrifying power! It just so happens that you are a contestant in the D District court!"

"Brother Cheng, don't you know? Your terrifying reputation has already spread to our B area!"

Su Cheng: "..."

How did he not know that he had two more nicknames?

Zhuo!

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