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"This must be a coincidence!" Coach Sumire Ryuzaki thought to herself.

"One more time!" Coach Sumire Ryuzaki hit another low ball.

The position is the same, and Yan Chong's movements are also the same.

He now has perfect control over his body, so after confirming the power of the previous ball, there will be no problem with his subsequent movements.

"Whoa!" It was another high-speed topspin blow that was comparable to a wave ball. After the ball fell to the ground, it suddenly bounced up and brought up a strong wind. It seemed to be more powerful than the one just now.

This is not a tennis ball, this is a cannonball!

"Beautiful..." Coach Sumire Ryuzaki's face was a little numb, "Okay, now let's try to change the route of hitting the ball!"

Coach Sumire Ryuzaki now feels that ordinary training is no longer suitable for Yan Chong.

Is this guy really trying tennis for the first time?

But to be honest, when coach Sumire Ryuzaki taught Yan Chong the basic movements just now, he could clearly feel the uncoordinated movements of Yan Chong.

But in just a short while, has he learned it?

He is indeed a genius!

Next, coach Sumire Ryuzaki began to teach Yan Chong how to hit diagonal balls.

Ordinary diagonal shots can be easily made by changing the angle of the body. There is no need to change the movement. Whichever direction the face is facing is where the ball will be hit.

This is a requirement for newcomers, because it is already difficult for them to hit the ball over the net.

However, this action is too obvious to the master, and it is easy for the opponent to judge the intention.

Coach Sumire Ryuzaki can no longer hold Yan Chong to the standards of an ordinary student. This student has grown beyond her imagination.

He must do his best!

So coach Sumire Ryuzaki started teaching Yan Chong straight line and diagonal changes of the ball in one step.

Yan Chong was also very impressive. He quickly learned the technique of hitting diagonal shots with topspin, and with training, his movements gradually became more consistent.

The previous actions are exactly the same, and only at the last moment can the final change of the ball path be determined.

Of course, Yan Chong's rapid progress is partly due to his strong physical fitness, but also due to coach Sumire Ryuzaki feeding him ball after ball and providing guidance at any time.

It was originally a big class for the tennis club, but in the end it was turned into a one-on-one private lesson by Yan Chong.

Most of the main players did not participate today, and the second and third grade students were engaged in ordinary sparring, which was actually not interesting.

So Yan Chong had an exclusive area of ​​the field and was playing loudly, quickly attracting everyone's attention.

"Who is this person?" Sakurano Ryuzaki asked a freshman next to her.

She didn't dare to ask Echizen Ryoma. Echizen Ryoma was so cold and cold that he couldn't talk to her.

But the freshman was very proactive and said a little show off: "My name is Horio, I have two years of tennis practice experience!"

Ryuzaki Sakurano: "..."

Who asked you?

After all, Ryuzaki Sakurano was a Yamato Nadeshiko who received traditional education and had a relatively shy personality. She did not expose Horio's showoff and looked at Horio with an embarrassed look on her face.

Horio showed off for a long time, then he remembered that the person he was asking was Yan Chong, and he could only say helplessly: "His name is Hiko No. 2 Middle School. He is a newcomer. Today is his first day of learning tennis!"

Ryuzaki Sakurano: "!!!"

Just make it up!

Is this an action that someone who learns tennis on the first day can do?

Ryuzaki Sakurano looked at the aloof Echizen Ryoma over there, and then at Yan Chong who was training hard here, and couldn't help but say: "The newcomers in this class are all so handsome!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Horio looked happy next to him, "I only have two years of tennis training experience! Hahaha!"

Ryuzaki Sakurano: "..."

Who said anything about you?

After Yan Chong practiced like this, it soon became dark.

After all, this is a school, not a tennis training camp. They still have classes during the day.

Only club activities after 3pm can participate in training.

So he practiced for several hours, and it was already dark.

Although he still has the energy to continue practicing, coach Sumire Ryuzaki is tired. After all, coach Sumire Ryuzaki accompanied him during the entire practice today.

She is almost sixty, and her body and bones have long since given out.

"Okay, that's it for today." Coach Sumire Ryuzaki said, "Go back and have a good rest. I will teach you new moves tomorrow."

"Okay." Yan Chong then took the initiative to help pack things.

In fact, packing things is what freshmen like them should do, but Yan Chong has been training with coach Sumire Ryuzaki, so he didn't do much before.

But some senior students felt a little unhappy after watching it.

Why can you accept special training from coach Sumire Ryuzaki?

"Hey, kid, move faster!" Two second-grade students shouted at Yan Chong.

Yan Chong raised his head, smiled at them, and said, "Would you two come over to help?"

"Hey, who are you talking to?" said a second grader.

"Didn't anyone teach you to respect your seniors?" another person echoed.

It's not that Yan Chong disrespects his seniors, but who do you two junior high school brats "senior, senior" talk to?

"Are there any age differences in working?" Yan Chong smiled, grabbed a tennis ball and squeezed it hard.

"Bang!" The tennis ball exploded at that time.

The two second-year students were dumbfounded.

What kind of power is this?

Of course, the tennis ball itself is very strong and is made of rubber inside. Even if Yan Chong's strength has reached ten points, his grip cannot crush the tennis ball.

But he used a little trick. Before pinching the ball, he used a simple hand-kung fu performance to stab the tennis ball with a knife in the blind spot of their field of vision.

This time, the tennis ball is almost pierced through. Only a thin layer of rubber is left. Then, with a casual stroke, it will be a good breakthrough.

And when Yan Chong exerted more force and consciously put pressure on the wound, the tennis ball was squeezed hard by him and naturally exploded.

But those two second-year students don't know.

They didn't see the knife at all, so they didn't know there was a cut.

In their opinion, Yan Chong just picked up a tennis ball, squeezed it casually, and it exploded!

Is this a monster?

"Then, what..." The two of them were immediately frightened. They took two steps back and wanted to leave.

"Hey, senior!" Yan Chong said with a smile, "I haven't finished picking up these balls yet."

"Let's do it!" The two people immediately started to act obediently and rushed to pick up the ball. "Do you still have to do it yourself for such a small matter?"

Yan Chong smiled and said: "Yes, yes, this is the demeanor a senior should have!"