Chapter 80: Problem Kid? Fix Him!

Bang!

Bang!

The tennis ball exploded beside Yiwu Shen Si's foot.

Yet he showed no change in expression; after a few rounds of exchange, he roughly figured out his opponent's pattern.

Every offensive move was interesting and practical, but compared to Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie, playing this guy was utterly boring, making it impossible to spark a flash of inspiration in the match.

"Game, Ji Le Jing Xing, 1-0!"

When Jiecheng Wu's voice rang out, the Budongfeng crowd immediately erupted in an uproar.

"Even Shen Si is in a tough spot, being overwhelmed by him?"

After switching courts, Ji Le Jing Xing silently walked to the baseline, listening to the chatter around him, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

What a fuss; I've had elite training since childhood, playing the most proper tennis.

Although I still can't surpass my professional-player father, what about the others?

Heh

He smirked inwardly, and when he looked at Yiwu Shen Si across the court, his brown eyes flashed with confidence.

"This classmate is actually much stronger than I expected, though."

"I'm about to get serious—I'll crush you before I even break a sweat!"

Yiwu Shen Si, facing him, felt a bit disappointed; the so-called tactical player was nothing but a machine that just followed the book.

His eyes drooped, his gaze dim.

"If that's the case, let's end the match."

Three minutes later.

Bang!

The tennis ball tapped the court floor and bounced outward with sidespin.

"What a pesky guy!"

Ji Le Jing Xing frowned; the opponent suddenly exerted force, and the intensity of his assault made it somewhat hard for him to bear.

Bang!

A streak of light sliced across half the court, diagonally exiting the left half.

"40-0!"

Pap-pap

Yiwu Shen Si lightly pressed the ball a few times, then turned his palm upward.

Bang!

The sidespin‑spinning tennis ball landed sharply in the court and shot outward sharply.

"Better to forfeit this game, save your strength for the later ones."

But facing this ball, Ji Le Jing Xing still kept his usual style, silently murmuring to himself.

"Game, Yiwu Shen Si, 1-1."

……

Bang!

The tennis ball flew to the opposite side from Ji Le Jing Xing; although far, he could still reach it with his speed.

But he suddenly stopped.

"Chasing after the ball and barely returning it would only waste energy; giving up this ball is the right choice."

……

Bang!

"Game, Yiwu Shen Si, 2-1."

……

Bang!

"Game, Yiwu Shen Si, 6-1."

With the sound of the tennis ball landing, the match was indeed over before Ji Le Jing Xing even broke a sweat.

Although Ji Le Jing Xing's expression showed little fluctuation, his white‑knuckled grip on the racket revealed that his inner state was far from calm.

His eyes flashed as he watched Yiwu Shen Si return to the team.

A voice he didn't want to believe echoed in his mind.

That guy—

Hasn't even started being serious!

"Next, Shenwei Ming!"

Jiecheng Wu shouted next, looking at Ji Le Jing Xing's dazed expression, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting.

"Problem kid? Just give him a good fixing."

"If you don't sapling, it won't grow straight; if you don't fix a person, they'll go 'gee gee'!"

Moreover, compared to Ji Le Jing Xing, the guy arriving later interests him more; since he hasn't expended much energy, he might as well make haste!

"Match start."

This time, watching Shenwei Ming step onto the court, Ji Le Jing Xing began to take him seriously.

"I won't be careless again!"

After guessing the side, he gained the serve.

After taking a deep look at Shenwei Ming across the net, Ji Le Jing Xing unleashed a strong spin ball; the tennis ball traced an arc in the air and landed precisely in the outer corner of the service box.

Bang!

Shenwei Ming easily hit back this serve.

"First serve to the outer corner, then hit the repeated point."

When he saw the ball being returned, Ji Le Jing Xing's mind immediately conjured up the next play.

At the moment Shenwei Ming returned to his position, he immediately rushed forward to meet the ball, swiftly hitting it to the spot where the serve had landed.

"Hmph, being pulled out such a huge gap, I also cut the flight time of my overhead smash—can you even reach the ball?!"

However, at the instant the ball bounced up after landing, red hair fluttered, and Shenwei Ming already appeared in front of the ball.

Bang!

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the tennis ball shot out, directly piercing through Ji Le Jing Xing's crotch and striking the green wire mesh behind him.

"0-15!"

When Ji Le Jing Xing came to his senses, the score had already been announced; he stared at the ball mark on his crotch, and a storm of shock surged in his heart.

"How is that possible?! How can this guy run that fast?!"

The next second, he tossed the tennis ball high up, his eyes flashing with unwillingness.

"I won't lose to you easily!"

"Game, Shenwei Ming, 6-0!"

Within fifteen minutes, Shenwei Ming slung his racket over his shoulder, not even taking a breath, and returned to the team.

Only Ji Le Jing Xing was left disheveled in the wind.

"Next, Shitian Tie!"

This time, Jiecheng Wu gave him enough rest before letting Shitian Tie go on court.

Surge Ball~

Boom!

With a roar, the racket in his hand shot straight up into the sky!

"You guys this"

Ji Le Jing Xing struggled to pick up his racket; his expression was grim, and his composure could no longer be maintained since the match began.

"Is he a monster?!"

His proud tactics were utterly useless against these people.

Yiwu Shen Si's completely unfathomable spin variations make it impossible to predict where the bouncing ball will go next.

As for Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie, their speed and strength are simply not what a normal person should possess!

"Are those three really first-year students like me?!"

"Match over, Shitian Tie wins, score 6-0!"

The final ball boomed down on the court, Ji Le Jing Xing almost entirely turned gray; that battered sight made the people of Budongfeng feel somewhat pitiful.

Ji Le Taizao, however, showed a rare smile on his face.

His own tennis would frighten this child, ordinary people's tennis would make him scornful, and only such strikes from peers would give him motivation.

Although Jing Xing lost embarrassingly, he at last began to earnestly return others' tennis balls.

At that moment, a voice came from outside the court.

"Ju Juping reporting for duty!"

(End of chapter)