Chapter 10

Although Huang Ziren was furious inside, he managed to suppress his anger before the match started. Regardless of whether the bastard on the other side was deliberately toying with him, he must not approach the game with a mindset of anger. Once his mindset became unbalanced, he could only exert eighty percent of his full strength, which would only give his opponent an advantage.

Taking a few deep breaths, Huang Ziren took one last look at the ball before serving. He made a silent resolve to make this guy understand the serious consequences of his antics!

"Hey, no need to be so serious, right?" Fan Ju kindly gave up the first serve. In this one-set amateur match, the first serve was a significant advantage. However, his opponent clearly didn't appreciate Fan Ju's gesture. The fierce look in his eyes made Fan Ju mutter to himself.

With a gentle toss, Huang Ziren's body tensed like a taut bow. The racket swung up from his thigh, and when it and the ball reached their highest point, the two unrelated objects perfectly combined. All the kinetic energy focused on the small tennis ball, which shot out like an arrow, never to return.

No matter what others thought, Fan Ju felt for the first time that his previous serves were truly ugly. As soon as Huang Ziren completed his perfect serve, Fan Ju forgot to activate his speed-up ability and instinctively swung his racket to catch the ball. He managed to hit the ball, but the direction was completely off.

"Great serve! Beautiful! President is awesome!" At this time, there weren't as many internet slang terms, and the cheers were rather monotonous. However, they weren't wrong; Huang Ziren's serve was indeed his best. After serving, he even made a provocative gesture towards Fan Ju.

Do you really think I'm Doraemon just because I don't show my strength? Fan Ju actually had a pretty good personality, especially after being trained by his senior, Yan. His ability to withstand pressure and aggression was quite strong. However, he couldn't help but get angry at his opponent's unwarranted provocation!

Huang Ziren's serve was indeed fast, but don't forget that the reborn Fan Ju had been deliberately trained from a young age. Whether it was his brain, which had mutated to gain special abilities, or his body's reaction speed, he could still return a serve estimated to be over 150 km/h.

The only problem was that Fan Ju's tennis foundation was really poor. He managed to hook the ball, but his subconscious exertion of force was incorrect. If the direction of the force had been right, it would have been a beautiful return, not a direct point for the opponent.

Huang Ziren continued to serve, but he didn't know that his opponent on the other side of the court had changed completely.

"Slow down! One times speed activated!" The world seemed to slow down in slow motion. In Fan Ju's eyes, the smooth serve that his opponent had just made showed some different aspects.

The originally smooth serve, slowed down by a quarter, revealed many flaws. His arm wasn't fully extended, the bending and stretching movements were excessive, affecting the power, and even the ball toss height was slightly off. A serve that looked almost the same as before, but slowed down by a quarter, immediately became a clumsy performance. The ball speed, still over 150 km/h but reduced by a quarter, was still fast, but to Fan Ju, it was like a gift.

At the moment of the serve, Fan Ju's grip on the racket had already changed to an eastern backhand grip. Huang Ziren never imagined that the grip technique he had taught Fan Ju that morning would be used against him.

The serve was slightly to the inside, and it was too late to switch to a forehand. However, the backhand return was very easy. Although Fan Ju's tennis level was far from amateur, his precision with both forehand and backhand was quite similar, possibly due to his natural talent or training.

Unlike ordinary amateur players, who had a significant difference in their forehand and backhand strokes, continuous attacks on the backhand could definitely suppress the opponent's offense and movement.

Huang Ziren's serve looked good, but it was just a golden exterior with a rotten core. The second serve was also to the outside, but due to excessive bending, the power was exhausted, and the landing point was slightly off.

However, Huang Ziren wasn't worried and didn't even prepare to move. In his view, moving was unnecessary. A serve over 150 km/h was beyond the reach of ordinary tennis enthusiasts. This was almost the speed of a professional women's tennis serve. In the tennis club, he could sweep over eighty percent of the members with just this serve, and only a few core members who had received professional training could return his "lightning" serve.

"15-15, Fan Ju scores on the return." The commentator, a bespectacled boy, clearly didn't want Huang Ziren to continue his self-delusion. When he got a signal from the student council member acting as the referee, he quickly announced the updated score.

Returned? Was it just luck? Seeing the tennis ball roll a few meters away, Huang Ziren was stunned. His serve had been returned and even scored a direct point. In his training club, only the coach, a former provincial team member, had this ability. Could Fan Ju be as good as the coach? Don't be ridiculous! It must have been luck!

Regardless of Huang Ziren's self-comfort, Fan Ju, who had stopped his speed-up during the serve break, found it a bit boring. The opponent's level was indeed better than the two opponents from a few days ago, both in serving and the morning's swing and hitting techniques. However, this level and strength became particularly weak when slowed down by a quarter. The seemingly standard movements were full of flaws when slowed down, and if described by Fan Ju's martial arts masters, they would be called "flowery movements." They looked good and performed well, but on the real stage, the first to be knocked out would be these flowery movements.

"Looks like the tennis club isn't worth joining. The movements aren't even as standard as mine." It's not that Fan Ju was ungrateful; it's just that the perspective of a reborn person was a bit higher than that of ordinary people.

Like Fan Ju himself, although he hadn't specifically trained in tennis or other sports, the power and techniques he had gained from martial arts training played a significant guiding role in these sports. For example, the power and striking in tennis seemed more like the short and fast Wing Chun punches, and the powerful serve was more like the heavy and decisive Bong Fist in Xingyi.

In actual use, the conversion wasn't exactly the same, and some power generation techniques and key points were completely different. Even if a tennis "outsider" like Fan Ju understood the principles, he couldn't fully apply them in actual play. However, with his speed-up ability, even a quarter slowdown allowed him to make different changes.

On the court, Huang Ziren was completely stunned. As his proud serves were returned one after another, he suddenly realized that the guy on the other side was not a random rookie from the tennis club. His strength might even be stronger than his coach, a former provincial team member...

Of course, there were still things Huang Ziren couldn't understand on the court. Although his opponent's returns were powerful and his judgment of his movements was accurate, the precision of each return was significantly off. Many times, he could have scored with a wide-angle shot, but it went out of bounds. The two points he had won were even more puzzling. Why did this serve seem so comical?

"5-2, it's Fan Ju's turn to serve. Don't laugh, everyone. Fan Ju's serve may not look good, but it's still pretty fast!" The bespectacled boy wanted to give Fan Ju some face, but the serve... well, it's better not to say.

Fan Ju held his racket, thinking he wasn't helpless. He indeed served using the power generation of the Bong Fist and used a very standard continental grip. The ball obediently flew out, but the position was always off. Fortunately, in his double-speed state, his low serve was still powerful, with strong wrist strength giving the low serve a good topspin, and the speed was around 120-130 km/h.

However, in appearance, Fan Ju felt that if he could only serve like this for the rest of his life, he shouldn't even think about professional tennis. It would be embarrassing to join.