Chapter 51

One week later.

"The match for Doubles No. 2 will now begin."

"Budongfeng Middle School's Neicun Jingjie and Sen Chende versus Shan Chui Zhongxue's Dalin Taifu and Lechuan Jinzhiluo."

"Neicun Jingjie will serve first."

"Jingjie, Shan Chui's doubles teams are very famous; don't be careless."

After the two from Shan Chui stood their ground, Sen Chende vaguely sensed something unusual, and his vigilance instantly heightened.

"I'm here to beat the elite!" A sharp glint flashed in Neicun Jingjie's eyes.

Boom!

Neicun Jingjie jumped to serve, and a bullet serve landed precisely inside the line near the service line.

Tap, tap.

The moment the tennis ball was served, Neicun Jingjie and Sen Chende quickly swapped positions—one moved to the net, the other retreated; their tacit understanding needed no words.

Boom!

"What a fast serve~"

Dalin Taifu, who was receiving at the baseline, teased, changed his footwork, caught up quickly, and steadily returned the ball cross-court.

Swish!

The ball flew past Neicun Jingjie's body, but he didn't react at all; the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, his gaze locked onto the two opponents, his face full of confidence.

Whoosh!

The next instant, Sen Chende's figure appeared on the ball's path, his light blue racket swinging out.

The ball was pressed very deep, landing extremely close to the baseline; after the powerful topspin hit the ground, it brought a fierce upward momentum.

Facing such a deep, pressing ball, Dalin Taifu showed a slight change in expression.

Boom!

The posture he had intended to use to move forward was forced back, and he barely managed to return the ball.

Although Sen Chende's playing style was plain and simple, step-by-step, it was always effective.

When the ball crossed the net, another figure had been waiting for a long time.

Boom!

"Watch this!"

Neicun Jingjie gave a light shout, his racket striking out—a volley at the net!

The ball landed sharply in the blind spot between the two Shan Chui players.

"15-0!"

Neicun Jingjie walked toward the baseline without looking back; it was easier than he had imagined.

Ban Lao squinted his eyes, focusing his gaze on Sen Chende in the backcourt.

Although Neicun Jingjie scored the point, it was Sen Chende who made that interception possible.

He had caught the change in Taifu's movement and attacked the flaw that appeared in that instant.

The powerful topspin crowded the hitting space, disrupted Taifu's offensive rhythm, weakened the quality of his return, and paved the way for Neicun Jingjie's interception.

It was just one ball, yet it had so many consequences.

"What an interesting combination." Ban Lao smiled inwardly; this pair of Neicun and Sen Chende showed him the potential of doubles, but they were still too green.

Taifu and Jinzhiluo would show them what a truly mature doubles team looked like.

Boom!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School's Neicun Jingjie and Sen Chende, 1-0!"

"Switch sides."

The two continued to use their previous tactics: Sen Chende would first hold his own against the opponents, and once he guided them into an opening, Neicun would launch a rain-like attack against that flaw, successfully taking the first game.

On the side of the court, the two high-fived with a light laugh; Sen Chende also felt relieved—he must have sensed wrong before the match.

Seeing Budongfeng quickly take a point, there was much discussion outside the court.

"Budongfeng is much more capable than I imagined; it's truly surprising!"

"They haven't lost a single game this year, super strong~"

"Hmph, it seems that as long as you get rid of those guys who just sit in their positions and talk about their seniority, anyone can become good."

Some were surprised, some were full of praise, and others seemed to think of their own situations, unexpectedly forming a united front and sharing a common hatred.

But the main voices were still the cheerleading squads of the two schools.

"Go Shan Chui!"

"Budongfeng will win!"

Ever since Budongfeng reached the final four and secured their spot in the Guan Dong Di Qu competition, Shuidao Zhengzhang had publicly praised the Tennis Club at the weekly school assembly.

And since tennis was the most mainstream sport in this world, many people in the school already liked tennis, so once they heard about the changes in the Tennis Club, they all rushed to cheer for the school team.

The cheers from the two schools rose and fell, with astonishing momentum.

"Taifu."

Lechuan Jinzhiluo looked back and gave a hand signal to Dalin Taifu, who was standing at the baseline.

After he nodded.

"Here it comes!"

Boom!

Dalin Taifu hit a tricky kick serve that bounced and changed its angle slightly outward.

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Seeing the breaking ball, Sen Chende, who was receiving, didn't change his expression; Deep-sea's side-spin serve was much more powerful than this.

He was extremely fast and took an extra step toward the outside.

Boom!

The tennis ball crossed through the middle of the court, but at this moment, the two from Shan Chui suddenly changed their formation.

Swish~

Lechuan Jinzhiluo's figure instantly disappeared from in front of the ball, while Dalin Taifu, who had been at the baseline, suddenly appeared, his racket giving a light pull, hitting straight to the front of the net.

"Hmph, I am the Forward Killer of Budongfeng!"

Neicun Jingjie, wearing a baseball cap, filled the position in time and intercepted the ball before it could land.

A Forward Killer doesn't just attack; his net defense is also top-notch!

"Forward Killer?

Do you know what we are called on the team?" Lechuan Jinzhiluo smiled slightly and quickly ran toward the net, while Dalin Taifu changed positions along with his movement.

"Who cares what you're called? You can't fool me, it's a drop shot!"

Neicun Jingjie noticed Lechuan Jinzhiluo's movement and immediately ran to the other side of the net.

"Hehe."

Just then, Lechuan Jinzhiluo suddenly stepped aside, exposing Dalin Taifu behind him; this movement was...

"Lob!"

Neicun Jingjie was shocked and hurriedly shouted to Sen Chende, and Sen Chende in the backcourt also ran to the baseline in time.

However, the next second, Lechuan Jinzhiluo, who had already stepped aside, turned around again.

"Actually, you guessed right, it is a drop shot!"

And Dalin Taifu, who had moved up, let go of the hitting position in an instant, his racket cutting down from top to bottom.

Swish!

The tennis ball rolled not far from the net.

"We are called the Fuzu Errenzu! Very fitting, right~"

Lechuan Jinzhiluo rested his racket on his shoulder, stretched out his left hand, and high-fived Dalin Taifu naturally, with a light smile on his face.

"Damn, they actually had this trick."

Jiecheng Wu sat on the coach's bench by the court, his fingers crossed, supporting his chin, his gaze slightly tilted toward the Ban Tian Jiaolian next to him.

As expected of the person who could make Yueqian Nanjiro remember him for so long; these two unremarkable third-year students from Shan Chui could exert such great effect when combined.

This wasn't something that could be achieved by the players themselves; there must be someone who saw further and gave them guidance.

This first game...

"Shenwei, Shitian, you two can get ready to warm up."

Boom!

The two from Shan Chui both went to the net again, their formation changing instantly.

"Where exactly will they hit it?"

Neicun Jingjie's gaze kept scanning the two, but their complex and ever-changing movements made him feel increasingly confused.

In an instant, it seemed as if four people appeared before his eyes, rackets swinging in layers.

Boom!

Before he could react, Dalin Taifu hit a shot instantly, the tennis ball piercing through his defensive gap in a flash.

"Game, Shan Chui Zhongxue's Dalin Taifu and Lechuan Jinzhiluo, 1-1."

(End of this chapter)