Chapter 78

Ji Le Taizao reached out and hooked his hand toward Ji Le Jing Xing.

"Introduce yourself."

Hearing his father's words, Ji Le Jing Xing frowned slightly and walked coldly in front of the crowd.

"Ji Le Jing Xing, first year, previously studied at Green Mountain Middle School, now transferred to Budongfeng Middle School."

A simple introduction, but it made the crowd below look at each other, discussing in low voices.

". His surname is Ji Le..."

". Is he the coach's son..."

Clap, clap!

Ji Le Taizao clapped his hands twice; the sound was not loud, but everyone became quiet instantly, and under his gaze, they all tensed their bodies and stood straight.

This was the power of a professional player; even if it was just a bit of mental pressure revealed inadvertently, it would make people feel nervous unconsciously.

Seeing no one speaking, he picked up the name list and continued.

"The content of the formal member inspection is to play a match against Ji Le Jing Xing."

"The first person, Neicun Jingjie!"

"Yes!" Neicun Jingjie hurriedly walked out of the team; being the first to appear made him a bit nervous.

"Yes."

And Ji Le Jing Xing lowered his eyes, his expression not fluctuating much, but he felt a bit impatient in his heart.

Boring...

Soon, the match began.

"Neicun Jingjie VS Ji Le Jing Xing."

"Neicun Jingjie to serve!"

Standing on the baseline, Neicun Jingjie pressed his hat, and his brown eyes took in the cold figure opposite him.

He didn't dare to be careless in his heart.

Having experienced the failure of the Du Da Sai, he completely recognized the gap between himself and others; now that he could have the guidance of a professional coach, he naturally had to show his strength well.

Swish!

Holding his breath, Neicun Jingjie tossed the tennis ball up, his bent knees also stretched out, and his body leaped up.

The moment the tennis ball fell, swing, hit!

Bang!

The tennis ball speed was not too fast, but it pressed very accurately into the boundary line of the receiving area.

Step, step.

At the same time, Neicun Jingjie's steps didn't stop, and his body pressed rapidly toward the net.

"Serve and volley, Jingjie's specialty," Sen Chende thought to himself.

Ji Le Jing Xing swept his gaze over Neicun Jingjie's movements, and after catching up to the landing tennis ball, the racket in his hand pulled upward toward the sky decisively and old-fashionedly.

"Still too early!"

Looking at this top-spin lob, a sharp light flashed in Neicun Jingjie's eyes.

He had been training his jumping ability, just to overcome the threat of the lob, so that his net volley would no longer have defensive blind spots, and now was the time when it was beginning to show results.

One could see him run with alternating steps, borrow the momentum of the forward rush to stomp hard on the ground, and his body leaped high.

Bang!

A sharp aerial volley flew into Ji Le Jing Xing's half-court, and the tennis ball bounced out of bounds upon touching the ground.

"Neicun scores, 15-0."

"Well played, Neicun!" Shenwei Ming gave Neicun Jingjie a thumbs up.

Neicun Jingjie smiled and nodded, then returned to the left baseline, put away the smile on his face, and his eyes became calm again.

He looked at Ji Le Jing Xing deeply, but found that the other party had no change in expression, and his vigilance increased a few points in his heart.

As the son of Coach Ji Le, and being arranged to test everyone's level, he absolutely couldn't have failed to catch the volley just now, so he must be testing his own level.

Toss, jump, swing!

Bang!

The tennis ball landed precisely in the opponent's court.

Bang!

"30-0!"

Bang!

"40-0!"

Neicun Jingjie's serve-and-volley offensive proceeded incomparably smoothly.

"Good! Let's take the first game in one go like this!" he shouted inwardly, clenching his fists secretly.

The tennis ball was tossed high again, his arm twisted, and his racket pressed downward.

Bang!

The tennis ball brought a yellow light, straight into the left receiving area of the opposite side, but just as Neicun Jingjie was preparing to go to the net, the scene in front of him made his movements pause.

Slap!

The tennis ball passed through the court after touching the ground, while Ji Le Jing Xing crossed his arms, his gaze indifferent, looking at the loss of this point without caring at all.

"What?!" The crowd outside the court looked at this scene in confusion.

That wasn't any serve that couldn't be returned just now; why did he actively give it up?

"Game, Neicun Jingjie, 1-0."

Jiecheng Wu reported the score silently, then said to Ji Le Taizao, whose face was cold.

"Coach Ji Le, is it too early to teach him these things now?"

Hearing this, Ji Le Taizao put down the information record board in his hand and looked straight at Jiecheng Wu.

Immediately, pressure was transmitted along with his gaze; in the instant no one noticed, Jiecheng Wu almost thought he was standing in front of a human-shaped storm pterosaur.

Countless sharp wind blades rotated around him, as if they would tear him into pieces in the next second.

"Contacting a way of playing that is only for winning too early might cause one to lose the match at a critical moment because of it."

Although his scalp was numb from being stared at by this gaze, and his hair stood on end, Jiecheng Wu withstood this pressure and looked straight into Ji Le Taizao's eyes and said.

"You, not bad."

Staring at Jiecheng Wu for a while, he said slowly.

Ji Le Taizao's mouth curled into a bit of an arc; he resisted his own different-dimensional aura, his tennis level was not bad, and his mental will was also passable.

After withdrawing his gaze, he continued:

"I taught him a lot, but he failed to learn the most important thing."

On the court.

Hearing the discussion around him, a strange look flashed in the depths of Ji Le Jing Xing's eyes.

"Stupid, to want to catch up with the score when trailing by a large margin of 0-40, one must win 5 consecutive balls, but losing one ball will lose the game.

Guys who are used to wasting physical strength on this kind of game are destined to lose the match."

Pat. Pat. Pat.

Pressing the tennis ball with rhythm, Ji Le Jing Xing swept over Neicun Jingjie, who was standing on the baseline, holding the racket with both hands and bending his body in preparation to receive the ball.

"Heh, since that's the case, let's hit the ball there."

Whispering softly, Ji Le Jing Xing's brown eyes captured all the opponent's movements.

Bang!

A cold yellow light flew rapidly across the net, precisely and trickily smashing into the outer boundary line, and before Neicun Jingjie could react, he scored directly with the serve.

"15-0!"

Bang!

"30-0!"

Bang!

"40-0!"

Bang!

"Game, Ji Le Jing Xing, 1-1."

Ji Le Jing Xing easily took his service game; his serve angle was sharp, the ball path tricky, and every ball made Neicun Jingjie unable to react in time.

"So amazing, worthy of being Coach Ji Le's son."

These four ace balls instantly startled the crowd outside the court, and even the expression of Yiwu Shen Si flickered slightly.

And listening to the praise and compliments from the people around him, Ji Le Jing Xing's expression was incomparably indifferent.

"Hmph, just be amazed like this.

Tennis is a sport that can only be controlled by guys favored by heaven; what is there to be worth loving about such a thing that has long been destined?"

"It's simply boring to the extreme!"