Tennis Era: Only I Awaken U17 Skills

"Are you kidding me?" Qin Yuan blurted out.

At the beginning, Feng Qingyue became the head of the tennis department in his second year of high school. This incident caused quite a stir among the schools in the city.

He was very envious of such a glorious deed. He thought that he could become a minister when he was in his third year of high school. Who would have thought that the former minister would actually give the position to Li Rushan, which made him depressed for a long time.

He wanted to be the one, but Feng Qingyue just said no and quit?

"He is our new minister." Feng Qingyue repeated it again.

I added silently in my heart, this is also the captain who convinced them.

After getting an accurate answer, Qin Yuan carefully examined Su Cheng again.

Apart from being handsome, there is nothing special about it!

Is there anyone in the senior class of the 12th Middle-School who is more powerful than Feng Qingyue? Why hasn't he heard of it?

Qin Yuan was a little puzzled, but he couldn't think about it because the game had already started.

Looking at Feng Qingyue who stayed on the field, he smiled, never thought you would dare to choose the third position of singles! Aren't you afraid of being the same as last time?"

"You'd better worry about yourself." Feng Qing replied coldly.

Hearing this, Qin Yuan's smiling eyes concealed a chill, "Okay, let's try."

Qin Yuan guessed the serve game.

"Being away from the game for a year, this goal should be regarded as your meeting gift!"

His hands were firmly clasped on the tennis ball, so hard that even the tennis ball changed its shape, and then it was thrown up.

Snapped!

A ball blasted.

The tennis ball flew over the court at high speed, and unexpectedly flew towards Feng Qingyue's cheek after being rubbed violently after landing.

"Is it so fierce? The start is an outspin serve?" Sun Xiaofeng exclaimed.

After seeing Qin Yuan's serve posture, Su Cheng said lightly: "This is not an externally rotated serve."

"Knuckle serve." Liu Qingshuang said coldly, and then picked up what Su Cheng wanted to say.

The knuckle serve looks similar to the external rotation serve, but it is far more difficult to handle than the external rotation serve, because the direction in which the tennis ball bounces is not fixed.

This trick is often used even in the professional arena.

Facing the ball, Feng Qingyue just quickly took half a step back, avoiding the direction of facing the tennis ball, and easily hit the knuckle serve back.

After the captain's special multi-ball training, his reaction speed is much faster than before, and he can't be troubled at all!

"You have indeed grown a lot compared to last year! At least you can dodge the ball!"

Even if he was fighting back, Qin Yuan still did not give up his mentality of using his mouth to disturb Feng Qingyue.

However, he was telling the truth.

Last year's Feng Qingyue definitely couldn't do it so easily when facing his knuckle serve.

Although he has always shown his disdain for Feng Qingyue, he is still very jealous of his strength.

But this time it was just one ball, which made Qin Yuan feel a little tricky.

It feels a little different from the last battle!

"Is it the inheritance of a high-level internet king like knuckle serve? It's really exciting!"

"The counterattack is also very beautiful! This feeling will be very interesting!"

Just the first round of confrontation has already ignited the enthusiasm of the audience.

Feng Qingyue scored a goal after finding the gap in his position.

"Twelfth Middle-School score, 15-0!"

In the next few shots, Qin Yuan kept trying to hit all directions with his knuckle serve, but it was a pity that facing Feng Qingyue's impeccable defense, he couldn't score points at all. Instead, he showed his flaws first and was scored in every confrontation.

Soon, the score was 1-0.

"Oops, I've been taken from the serve game!" Several players from the Second Middle-School who participated in the competition for the first time turned pale with shock.

The knuckle serve, which can be called a sharp weapon, can't score a single point.

This has never happened before in school!

But Li Rushan, the captain of the Second Middle-School, looked calm and said: "Don't worry, only in this way can you see his real tennis."

real tennis?

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding what their captain was talking about.

It was Feng Qingyue's turn to serve, and the rhythm was even more under his control. With his strong tennis foundation, Qin Yuan, whose fundamental strength was not as good as his, was quickly found and scored.

Before long, the score was 2-0.

"It's great, it's such a bang to win!" Li Cheng and the others were so excited that they seemed to be playing.

After Liu Qingshuang glanced at 537 at first, she kept looking down at Racquet in a daze.

She is not interested in this level.

Only Su Cheng thought about it. This level of knuckle serve might be troublesome for Feng Qingyue before, but he can definitely crack it.

He didn't think that the opponent could beat a cautious person like Feng Qingyue so badly with this move alone, he was definitely hiding something behind.

But Feng Qingyue didn't say anything, and he didn't bother to ask.

"What should I do, Captain? If this continues, the seniors will lose!" Several newcomers from the Second Middle-School were in a hurry.

This is the first time they have seen the invincible senior Qin being suppressed so miserably!

Li Rushan didn't pay attention at all, but said to himself: "It's time, it's time for Qin Yuan's tennis to really show its power."

As his words fell, Feng Yue suddenly hit the ball out of the field.

"out, 0-15!"

[Kneel begging for flower evaluation votes!!!].