Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"Basic jumping ability and basic speed? These aren't the two I just drew... Could it be..."

Niou immediately realized what was happening and asked, "System, is it only items I draw that I can buy here?"

System: "Yes."

"wrong!"

His expression changed again because he saw the price listed on the two cards: 300 points x1!

"300 yuan a piece, doesn't that mean I'm losing a whole 700 yuan?"

No, that's not true.

The system said, "Lottery draws are inherently a form of gambling. There's a chance of winning items and skills worth less than the lottery amount, and there's also a chance of winning high-value items."

In short, it was just that Niou was unlucky.

He wasn't stupid, so he naturally understood immediately. However, Renwang felt uneasy; the system's probability system gave him a feeling similar to winning the lottery in his past life.

Even if that cold machine suddenly uttered, "The final interpretation of this lottery belongs to this system," he wouldn't doubt it.

"Cough cough..."

Just then, he suddenly heard a coughing sound in his mind, and the system said, "This system is fair and impartial, and does not cheat the young or the old!"

"This system..."

Renwang couldn't help but smile wryly. At the same time, the cold image of the system in his mind dissipated considerably. He glanced at the items in the shop, gritted his teeth, and bought two more cards.

His remaining points also became 100.

He had intended to practice, but the drowsiness in his head intensified. He collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

Tap, tap...

Just then, soft footsteps sounded outside the door. With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a beautiful middle-aged woman walked in—it was none other than King Ni's mother, King Ni's wife, Keiko.

"This child..."

Seeing Niou lying on the bed covered in sweat, a hint of pity flashed in her eyes. She pulled the blanket up a little higher for Niou, then quietly left the room.

crunch...

After he left, a short figure tiptoed in.

"Hey...it smells like sweat!"

A childish voice rang out, and a small figure with a ponytail came to the head of Renwang's bed, her bright black eyes looking at his handsome face.

"Hmph! You brat, you promised to play with me, but you just ran off without a word."

The little guy looked up, stared at the poster on the wall for a couple of seconds, puffed out his cheeks, and said, "Tennis! Tennis again! What's so fun about that!"

Looking again at the soundly sleeping King Ren, the little guy's face darkened, and he quietly slipped out again.

Chapter Eleven: Retraining

"Well?"

When Niou opened his eyes, it was already the next morning. He checked the time; it was only 5:30.

"I slept too soundly last night."

Shaking his somewhat heavy head, Niou immediately summoned the system interface and opened the backpack section.

External spin serve [Special] x1, beginner enhancement card x1, and the remaining four basic ability training cards I bought yesterday.

After a moment's thought, he used the basic enhancement card.

Swish!

The room environment changed, and he found himself in a dark space, dressed in the clothes of an ordinary Rikkai player, holding a black racket in his hand.

At the same time, starting from the point under his feet, the entire tennis court extends outwards in all directions.

"Amazing, as expected of a system!"

Niou remarked that the 3D rendering of this environment was on a completely different level from the 3D modeling of games and anime from his previous life.

"You must be student Niou Masaharu?"

Opposite them appeared a middle-aged coach with a dull appearance but piercing gaze. Upon hearing this, Renwang nodded.

The coach said, "Based on your physical strength and current level of understanding, I suggest you start with basic exercises."

"I accept."

Niou had no objection; the average serve speed in the initial training was 200 km/h, so he couldn't even touch the tennis ball.

"Alright, today we'll have special training in strength and physical fitness. Also, you seem to have two skill cards: Strength Enhancement and Stamina Enhancement, right?"

"Hmm." Renwang nodded. This was one of the nine regular cards he bought yesterday. At the same time, he realized that this coach seemed to be a clone of the system.

However, the amount of information is not as large as that of the main system.

"Here, catch this!"

Just then, the coach threw a dark object over. Renwang instinctively reached out to catch it, but his expression suddenly changed.

"Good weight!"

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a black racket with lead weights.

The coach calmly said, "Swing the racket, a thousand times!"

hiss……

Niou gasped. Wouldn't his arm be ruined from swinging that racket a thousand times?

"It's alright, I can see your data. I'll call a halt once you reach the true limit."

"Ugh……"

Hearing the coach's words, Renou had no choice but to grit his teeth and swing his racket. The heavy feeling was indeed something he, with a strength of 1.6, couldn't handle.

“1、2、3……23、24……56……76……98、99、100……呼！”

After a hundred swings, Renou felt as if his arm was filled with lead, and he couldn't lift it at all. But when he looked up and saw the coach's cold gaze, he swung his racket again.

"232, 233, phew, Coach, I can't take it anymore!"

"continue!"

459, 460...

"Coach, I really can't go on!"

"continue!"

788, 789...

"Coach..." Renwang was covered in sweat, looking completely dehydrated. "I...I don't..."

He could no longer speak in complete sentences.

"Keep going, you haven't reached your limit yet." The coach said expressionlessly and in a cold voice, "Only in this way can you quickly familiarize yourself with the strength of this body and cope with the upcoming matches."

What are the next matches?

Niou was taken aback, the faces of Sanada, Yukimura, Tezuka, Atobe, and others flashing through his mind. His talent might not be comparable to theirs, but the difference in their starting points could be enough to make one despair.

Especially the young protagonist, who received systematic and professional training. Only through years of hard work and accumulation can one rise stronger against stronger opponents and achieve victory after victory.

And he is a top-tier player in the region.

If you don't work hard and make a determined effort, are you just going to follow in other people's footsteps and eat their dust?

"Ooooooooo!!!"

Niou's eyes were red, and his left hand, gripping the racket, seemed to be on fire.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

The powerful sound of racket swings filled the space. A hint of satisfaction appeared on the coach's otherwise expressionless face.

"Okay, stop!"

When the frantic Renou felt his swing becoming increasingly powerless, the coach's voice rang out.

Boom!

Niou, exhausted, plopped down on the ground.

The referee laughed and said, "900 times, not bad."

At that moment, he handed over a nutritious breakfast, saying, "To replenish your energy."

Extremely hungry, Niou took the breakfast and devoured it in a few bites. But then, realizing what was happening, he asked in confusion, "What? There are nutritional meals provided for training?"

At this moment, the system's voice rang out: "Of course, otherwise your body wouldn't be able to withstand the intensity of the training."

"System, I didn't expect you to be so kind."

"Breakfast will be charged this time!"

"puff!"

Renwang spat out all the soy milk he had just drunk. His voice trembled as he asked, "Pay...pay a fee?"

At the same time, he opened the status bar, and sure enough, the points column showed a bright red negative number.

-100 points!

"Two hundred points were deducted!" Renwang said with a grim expression, but then, as if remembering something, his expression suddenly changed. After a long while, nothing happened, so he couldn't help but ask, "System, other systems eliminate you when your points reach zero, why don't you?"

"Hey!" the system laughed. "Is this the kind of unscrupulous system that just wipes people out at the drop of a hat? It's too bloody."

"call……"

Hearing the system's reply, Renwang breathed a sigh of relief; at least, he no longer felt the looming threat of death. But the next moment, when he saw the row of small numbers following his score, his expression changed drastically.

"Interest? There's interest, damn it?"

Ren Wangteng stood up and roared at the surrounding space, "Damn system, you bastard system, come out here!"