Chapter 79: Specialized Attack Tactics

On the white boundary line of the service area there were only two deep ball marks, clearly each side's serve landed at the same spot, down to the millimeter.

"What terrifying ball control."

Standing at the baseline, Neicun Jingjie looked anxiously toward Ji Le Jing Xing; indeed he was no simple opponent, with such ball control perhaps only Yiwu Shen Si could surpass him.

But that's fine; as long as I keep the rhythm of serving and rushing the net, the match still has a chance.

"Start."

Steadying his breath, Neicun Jingjie pulled a yellow tennis ball from his pocket, swept past Ji Le Jing Xing's position, and focused.

Bang!

With a crisp crack, the tennis ball flew fast and true toward the opponent's half; after his feet hit the ground, his body immediately pressed forward.

But just as Neicun Jingjie reached the net,

Bang!

A swift yellow flash surged toward his face.

The sudden chase ball halted his rush to the net abruptly.

He quickly stepped back two paces, without time to adjust his grip, his arm immediately swung outward, his wrist applying a slight force, and with the fastest reaction he struck a backhand volley.

The yellow flash sliced sharply toward the left half‑court, barely grazing the boundary line, and the tennis ball was about to go out.

Suddenly.

A figure darted onto the ball's trajectory, already assuming a striking stance.

"I've grown tired of this style," Ji Le Jing Xing's eyes flashed coldly.

With a strong, forceful arm he swung horizontally, contacting the ball on the inner side; the racket brushed the tennis ball, adding extra side spin.

Bang!

A beautiful backhand that crossed the net and dropped sharply; to ensure visual flair, he added a slight upward flick when following through.

Swish!

The tennis ball just cleared the net before plunging down from above. Neicun Jingjie moved swiftly, reached the ball, and decisively snapped his racket out.

However, the next instant.

Swish swish swish~

The tennis ball struck the white dividing net, producing a soft rubbing sound, and got caught!

"0-15!"

Seeing the ball roll on the ground, Neicun Jingjie immediately looked up, startled.

"The momentum has changed!"

Off the court.

"A very professional style."

After watching that rally, Jiecheng Wu thought to himself.

Facing the serve‑and‑volley attack, Ji Le Jing Xing acted with great decisiveness.

At once he aimed his body to return a chase ball, forcing Neicun to retreat; then he immediately placed a short ball to disrupt the opponent's footwork, and a rapid drop shot forced Neicun to volley low.

But for most people, trying to hit a ball below the net's height in such haste is a considerable challenge.

And even if Neicun managed to return that ball, Ji Le Jing Xing would likely already have a follow‑up ready.

It seems Budongfeng has a player who plays with his mind.

Jiecheng Wu's gaze flickered slightly, taking Ji Le Jing Xing's offense and defense into his sight.

The outcome of this match was already decided.

Ten minutes later.

Bang!

"Game, Ji Le Jing Xing, 6-1!"

The collapse came faster than expected; Neicun Jingjie couldn't mount any effective resistance and lost the match.

Through this match, everyone at Budongfeng remembered the new transfer student.

Yiwu Shen Si rested his chin on one hand, his gaze distant.

Ji Le Jing Xing's tennis style is highly distinctive; his speed, power, or technique aren't especially outstanding (to Shenwei, Shitian, or Yiwu Shen Si), yet each of his strokes sets a trap for future responses.

Interlocking moves, alternating attack and defense, the shifting of real and feint made Neicun Jingjie hard to cope with.

If I were to find a word to describe it,

Hmm.

Ji Le Jing Xing is like a battlefield strategist, well‑versed in military texts, with valleys within his chest; during matches he plans meticulously, excels in calculation, skillfully using tactics to draw opponents into his rhythm.

A flash of light crossed his eyes; this style sparked a hint of interest in Yiwu Shen Si.

Beyond speed and power, he also wishes to spar with a tactical player.

Rustle

Writing the final line on the player information sheet, Ji Le Taizao looked at the uneasy Neicun Jingjie before him.

Neicun Jingjie felt a tingling scalp under the coach's stare; the coach's aura was terrifying.

"Two questions."

His fingers tapped the clipboard twice lightly, and he began.

"First, your net volley proficiency is insufficient; your high‑position volley contacts the ball too early—next time let the ball drop three to five centimeters more; the low volley nets because the openness of your racket face and the contact point are poorly matched."

"Second, when facing a ball coming at your attacking foot, a half‑volley would be a better choice for you."

Hearing the coach's analysis, Neicun Jingjie's gaze tightened slightly, recalling some earlier mistakes in the match.

Hearing the analysis pointed out by the coach, Neicun Jingjie's eyes narrowed slightly, and he recalled some mistakes from previous matches.

"Thank you, coach!"

Neicun Jingjie hastily bowed and expressed thanks, then returned to the team.

"Next, Sen Chende." Ji Le Taizao flipped open another player information sheet and shouted.

And Sen Chende quickly jogged onto the court.

Jing Xing stood coldly opposite, his irritation growing, and in the upcoming matches he would no longer hold back.

A match ended in less than twenty minutes.

Jing Xing VS Sen Chende.

Bang!

"Game, Jing Xing, 6-0."

Jing Xing VS Ping Minchun.

Bang!

"Game, Jing Xing, 6-0."

Jing Xing VS Yingjing Ya, also.

Bang!

"Game, Jing Xing, 6-1."

Three matches plus break time only took an hour and a half, and Jing Xing used his strength to earn the praise of everyone at Budongfeng.

And after each match, Ji Le Taizao would give corresponding advice, letting Sen Chende and a few others benefit greatly and feel admiration.

Such high-level guidance even brought gains to Jiecheng Wu, who couldn't help but sigh; having a good coach on the team is truly important.

"You play tennis really well; I hope we can have a match later."

Jing Xing sat alone on a bench beside the court; Shenwei Ming smiled and approached, expressing his goodwill, since they would be teammates afterward, and he wanted to get to know him in advance.

"I'm still tired; please don't talk to me."

However, Jing Xing didn't take the hint; just a glance from the corner of his eye, he covered his head with a white towel, acting very cold.

This made Shenwei Ming, who wanted to strike up a conversation, freeze; the words he had almost spoken were swallowed back.

After a moment of silence, he awkwardly said, "Then you rest well; I won't disturb you."

Turning around, his heart sank.

Although Shen Si also always wore a cold face, beneath that icy mask lay a warm heart.

But this classmate Jing Xing is different; his heart and face are equally cold, seeming like a hard-to-get-along-with guy.

After a brief rest.

"Jing Xing VS Yiwu Shen Si."

The voice of Ji Le Taizao came from the court, as Yiwu Shen Si wished, and this match came sooner than he had imagined.

Whoosh~

The white towel slid off his head, and Jing Xing coldly stood up.

The match began.

The next one will be later.