When the girls around the court saw that Jing Zhiguang was going to challenge the entire tennis club, they all screamed!
"Ah! My prince is so handsome and domineering!”
" I like it so much. It's amazing!..."
……
The third-year students couldn't help but hate Jing Zhiguang even more when they heard the girls 'screams.
Jing Zhiguang, who was standing on the side of the court, did not pay much attention to the screams. When he saw another tall man walk out, he could not help but sigh that he should have grown taller. In fact, he was not short either. At 11 years old, he was 155cm. In the original novel, Ryuuma was only 151cm at 12 years old! It was just that the opponents he encountered were all seniors, so they were all a level higher than him.
However, he didn't care. He didn't even want to check the opponent's data. He couldn't feel any strength from the opponent.
"Kid, look at your little arm. Don't let me break it next. "Haha-" The other party started mocking him.
Jing Zhiguang shrugged, indicating that he should quickly serve! I'll use my left hand to fight you and not use my full strength, he thought.
"Humph!" The center defender snorted angrily and finally clenched his racket, ready to serve.
He gently threw the tennis ball, and the opponent bent his waist and kicked the tennis ball with a kick.”Hearing the sound of a ball being hit, the tennis ball flew out and hit the other side of Jing Zhiguang. Jing Zhiguang stood still in the same place. Seeing such a serve, the third year on the sidelines couldn't help but praise," Not bad, the center defender's skill is very high, and the speed is very fast. That kid probably didn't even react in time!”
" That's right. He still wants to challenge us? Let the Zhongshou teach him a lesson…"
In their opinion, Zhiguang was completely unable to react in time and stood rooted to the ground. However, Rukawa Jiro did not see it that way. He looked at Zhiguang's indifferent and even smiling face. He could not believe that this young man's strength was so simple!
Just as they were looking forward to a direct serve, Jing Zhiguang moved. His legs moved in an instant, as if he was a phantom, but he arrived at the tennis ball's landing spot without missing a step. He appeared there before the tennis ball landed, and then he waved the racket with his left hand.
Bang-Bang!
There were only two sounds of the ball hitting the ball and landing at the same time. It was indeed a direct score, but it was Zhiguang's return shot that scored directly. His opponent, Hemoto, did not react in time and was staring at Zhiguang with his mouth agape. All the tennis members on the sidelines were stunned. They did not expect Zhiguang to be so fast, and the speed of his return shot was extraordinary.
"So, so powerful…"
" What a fast ball. The third-year senior couldn't even react in time."
The Year 1 and Year 2 players beside him started to discuss. At first, they didn't dare to make a sound when Jing Zhiguang challenged the Year 3 senior, and they didn't think he would win. However, this shot changed their minds.
" Wow, he's so handsome. He scored directly..."
"Ah, his posture is really handsome!”
……
This was the cry of the spectating girls. As the news of the competition spread, more and more people came to watch the challenge.
"Hey, senior over there, can you quickly serve the ball? I still want to beat up the rest of you!" Zhiguang couldn't help but urge his opponent, who had no reaction at all.
" H-how is this possible?!" The middle-aged guard who didn't believe it said that this must be a coincidence. Yes, a coincidence. How could a first-year student be so strong?
Rukawa Jiro was a little happy to see this scene. Finally, there was a decent person who could join the tennis club.
As the center defender hypnotized himself again and again, he made a second serve. The speed of the ball was faster than the last time, and the strength was also increased. However, Jing Zhiguang expressed that it was still a very weak serve.
This level was probably at the level of the regional competition. At most, he would be at the bottom of the competition. He was too weak. How did Mu Zhiteng defeat Lion Le, who had Yohei Tachibana and Thousand Miles and Thousand Years, a year before the original plot began? He was even curious about how he managed to win the second place in the national competition!
At that time, Qian Sui's eyes were probably injured, and his strength had decreased significantly!
If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it. Jing Zhiguang didn't want to waste too much time with them.
It would be better to think of a way to improve the tennis club's strength, so Jing Zhiguang quickly returned the ball. The ball returned faster than the previous one.
Bang! In a flash, he flew past the middle defender. This time, no one thought that Jing Zhiguang's counterattack was a coincidence. This was strength!
"Wow-you've scored again, come on! -- Prince Charming!"
"Good luck!"
……
Hearing a deafening cheer, everyone looked around in surprise and found that the stadium had been surrounded by a dense crowd of spectators, most of whom were girls.
Rukawa Jiro said that the tennis club had never been so popular since the last president was here.
The following match was very simple. They were not on the same level at all. No, it should be said that there was a huge difference in levels. The score became 1:0.
Then 2:0.
3:0，
……
In the end, it was 6-0. The moment it ended, the Nakamori was practically kneeling on the ground. It had only been five minutes on and off, but he felt like a year had passed. It was simply torture. Now, he was finally free.
"Hey, those seniors over there, hurry up. Don't drag it out.!”Zhiguang pointed his racket at the crowd, and they all backed away.
Seeing that everyone was looking at them, the third-year seniors who felt embarrassed could only bite the bullet and go forward.
They might have thought that they could win a round before they went on stage, but Jing Zhiguang would tell them that it was impossible.
6-0，
6-0，
……
6-0
The score was 6-0, and there was a row of third-year candidates lying on the tennis court. There were also some unconvinced third-year seniors.
Jing Zhiguang, who was on the other side, said that he had not expended any effort at all. He had just finished warming up.
There were screams all around.
"He's too strong. He swept the tennis club clean!”
"So strong! As expected of my Prince Charming!"
"What? It's clearly mine!"
"My…"
“……”
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