Chapter 101: Only I Use My Own Law Chapter 101 Tennis Star

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

At school, what Chen Yi learned best was still political economics.

This was a subject he believed could be used immediately, from the freshman foundation courses.

Although he listened to his other courses, he put in much less effort, and occasionally, when bored, he would deliberately skip class.

Intelligence Scrolls were like human waste; you carried them with you at all times, wanting to use them anytime, anywhere, but if you used too many, a certain part of your body would violently rebel.

Chen Yi tried to use scrolls in more important courses, and once he used a scroll, he would listen to the lecture very seriously, followed by a long period of sleep and recuperation.

Now, even classmates who had never heard of the name "Sleep God" should understand the meaning.

By afternoon, if there were no urgent work matters, Chen Yi either returned to the dormitory to play Spy House with Jin Douna, or stayed at an internet cafe near the school to play Magic Knight with old friends like Luo Xiaoshan and Liang Yu, and play tennis.

Playing steadily was roughly a sign that school life was on track, but they couldn't stay steady for long, because classmate Ren Yuan was firmly carrying out his own plan.

Within two days, on the tennis court, everyone saw Ren Yuan sweating profusely.

He pretended to be completely unaware as he bumped into Liang Yu, smiling and saying, "What a coincidence."

Chen Yi felt helpless, thinking, they're just college students, is it really necessary?

Ren Yuan didn't think so; he felt it was very necessary.

The education of their Ren Family was "when a lion fights a rabbit, use full force." If they didn't make friends seriously in freshman year, in sophomore year they'd need twice the energy to meet future friends who already had many friends; in junior year, four times the energy to join the small circles of future friends; and in senior year, eight times the energy, and they might still not get the friendship of classmates.

Then, when entering society, what difference would there be from ordinary students?

One step ahead, always ahead; who knows if the one ahead isn't using full force when you slack off.

The university tennis courts were free to use, and internal management was also casual. Chen Yi and the others couldn't stop Ren Yuan from joining, so they tacitly accepted his existence.

Two days later, Chen Yi, Luo Xiaoshan, and Liang Yu came to play ball again, and suddenly four little beauties appeared beside Ren Yuan all at once.

Five people wore bright jackets, sweating on the tennis court; the rhythmic chests and little buttocks filled the whole court with hormones—of course, no one watched Ren Yuan's showing off—and the Chen-Luo-Liang trio were also stunned.

Although Jiang University had legendary countless beauties, at the beginning of the school term, it was rare to see one or two on the tennis court.

Let alone standard tennis-attired girls.

Luo Xiaoshan almost immediately drooled, saying, "Look at the chair, there's another beauty on a bye; we should call her to play together, we also have someone on a bye."

Although they clearly knew it was Ren Yuan's little scheme, Chen Yi and Liang Yu still nodded repeatedly.

Both were scions of aristocratic families, but the degree of shamelessness differed, the degree of maturity differed, and the number of beauties they met also differed.

Ren Yuan didn't need to say much; he just invited four girls, and the common topic problem was solved.

He waited at ease for Luo Xiaoshan's invitation, then called out to the girls, freeing up the court for Chen Yi and the others.

"Ziziz, you guys play a set with them." Having achieved his goal, Ren Yuan instead picked up the shelf.

Liang Yu was actually a very free-spirited personality; besides the requirements instructed by his family, he didn't care about anything else.

Now there were beauties to play tennis with; no matter what, he couldn't refuse.

Thus, four boys and four girls instantly became lively.

In a few minutes, Ren Yuan's familiarity with his small circle rapidly increased.

Chen Yi's tennis level was average; the little beauty opposite wore a white tennis outfit, bouncing around like a big white rabbit carrying a little white rabbit, making people's eyes dazzle, and then they accidentally lost the ball.

After playing for 10 minutes, Fei'er in the white tennis outfit was unhappy, coquettishly saying, "Be serious."

"Is it not good to always let you win?" Chen Yi smiled; his level was average, but that didn't mean he couldn't play tennis well.

No matter what sport, besides skillful proficiency, the most basic thing was physical fitness.

In this regard, he certainly didn't belong to anyone.

"Then you come, Fei'er isn't afraid." She wasn't the least bit timid, bending over, swaying her body, making a tennis defensive move.

Snow-white cleavage was presented before Chen Yi's eyes face to face.

"Truly arrogant." Chen Yi gave a fierce laugh, moved his limbs, caught the ball with his left hand, and shouted, "I'm getting serious."

"Come on." The beauty shouted, attracting the attention of many people.

Chen Yi stood in one area of the court, slightly condensed a bit of fighting qi, then looked at the position, and started with a flat serve to the inner corner.

Only saw him toss the ball up with his left hand while violently drawing back the racket, explosively striking the tennis ball in an extremely short time.

The yellow ball was like a street lamp hit by a sports car, with a "whoosh" it smashed toward the opponent's in-bounds area.

Flat serve was the fastest serving method among various serves, with characteristics of great power, low bounce, and low accuracy.

Chen Yi was playing with full force, not pursuing tricky angles at all; even so, it almost reached the opponent's valid area in an instant.

Fei'er watched wide-eyed as the yellow tennis ball landed on her side, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Really or fake? Again!" She bent over and swayed her cleavage again.

The reason women's tennis matches were good to watch was because of the countless tennis beauties' standard and fresh movements; the inventor of the tennis skirt must have been a lecher among gentlemen, a child under a devout demon of lust.

Chen Yi shrugged, bouncing the ball on the ground with the full bearing of an expert, then hit another flat serve exactly the same.

Still unsolvable.

Applause broke out; passing students were looking at Chen Yi playing tennis as if watching a gorilla play ball.

This kind of violent ace was rare not only in school but also in formal competition occasions.

"Again." Fei'er refused to believe it.

"Better to set a stake." Chen Yi wouldn't keep demonstrating for her. The two balls just now, he had both used fighting qi; although due to unfamiliar technique and incomplete external rotation of the arm, some strength was wasted, the ball speed was definitely over 200 kilometers per hour.

And in the world tennis circle, 180 kilometers per hour was the level of professional players. Of course, there was still some gap from the world record of 246.2 kilometers.

However, the world record for women's tennis was only 210 kilometers per hour; if Fei'er in front could return it, her world ranking was hard to say, but ranking among the top in China was no problem.

Fei'er looked like a soft, frail little girl, but she spoke in a blustering way: "If you win, I'll wait on you hand and foot today; if you lose, it's the same."

"Fine, one ball decides victory or defeat." Chen Yi said, holding a tennis ball level in his left hand, making a serving motion.

Not only Fei'er, the few onlookers also tensed up.

"Watch out!" The moment Chen Yi's words fell, the tennis ball shot toward the opposite court like a bullet.

50% Pocket Qi power gave that poor rubber ball a heavy strike.

Without a doubt, its brothers and sisters had basically never endured such abuse, giving it a feeling of not wanting to live.

The furious tennis ball smashed onto the court like a stone; the deformed rubber didn't even bounce again, just flattened, flipped once, and entered a rolling state.

Fei'er was completely stunned; after a long while she shouted: "You're a wolf in sheep's clothing."

"You don't look like a tiger either." Chen Yi grinned, swinging his arm.

With his current level of strength, if he could standardize the external spin motion of his serve, surpassing the world record for ball speed would be possible. This is one of the advantages of Pocket Qi; swap in the brawny men on a football field, their strength is great, but to make an external spin motion is almost impossible. If they took steroids on top of that, their bodily agility would thoroughly disappear.

The thing in the world most like a zombie isn't a corpse, it's professional athletes who eat steroids like rice.

Fei'er bounced the tennis ball from just now on the ground, discovering it was still good.

To make the ball fast enough that the tennis ball loses its elasticity, how great would the force have to be?

This kind of thing, among all the tennis athletes in the world, those who can do it are few and far between.

Fei'er, who liked playing tennis, somewhat understood; she didn't play the ball anymore, shaking her little white rabbit as she ran across the net, circling around Chen Yi, saying: "You're a professional tennis player, right?"

"No." Chen Yi gave a bitter smile.

"University athlete."

"No."

"I got it." Fei'er clapped her hands, shouting: "You must be a former future star of the tennis world, known for powerful fast balls, later injured somewhere, or troubled by romance, forced to leave the beloved tennis court, right?"

Chen Yi's smile stiffened on his face; putting on a stern face he said: "A bet's a bet, go on, bring me a bottle of water first."

Fei'er ran off extremely fast, like a caddie meeting an idol; she hugged three or four bottles of water in a row, piled them against her chest, stacked full for him to pull from, then said: "Again, you can't serve that kind of ball anymore."

Having a professional player as a sparring partner is a good thing not easily encountered.

Fei'er held her chest with both hands, fantasizing in her heart: she accepted the guidance of the former tennis star, her technique greatly increased, first participated in the school tennis competition, then gained qualification for national-level competitions, finally passed through a wildcard, killing her way into the Tennis Masters. During this period, the tennis star from a red princeling billionaire family carefully guided her...

Thinking halfway, she smiled beautifully.

Chen Yi looked puzzled, not understanding what she was doing with her eyes closed; another beauty appeared before him.

He couldn't help but laugh: "Counselor, long time no see."

His tone was entirely teasing.

"Recently explaining to department leadership why an undergrad is living in the graduate dormitory." Liu Xinyu made up a lie, but still forcefully responded to Chen Yi's arrogant air.

Student Chen's smile unchanged, he looked at the counselor's attire in the way a man looks at a woman.

The pale yellow tennis outfit was a low-cut V-neck; the excessive twin peaks couldn't help but reveal a pretty semicircle.

The skirt of the same color was slightly longer, but also didn't cover the knees; standing in front of the younger Fei'er, Liu Xinyu instead appeared pink and tender.

"A disaster to the nation and people." He sighed in his heart, but his mouth said: "This outfit of yours, is it prepared for a wardrobe malfunction performance?"

Liu Xinyu rarely reddened in face. She hadn't planned to come to the tennis court; the hasty last-minute decision, where could she buy suitable clothes for a super large bust and small waist.

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