Chapter 37

Tennis?

Sports?

Yang Feng can swear that he is definitely not a man who stands up and stands up, but when he sees such a novel about tennis competition in front of him, he almost instinctively frowns -

there is nothing wrong with novelty.

But you're too new, aren't you?

Sports novels, even if you write about football or basketball or table tennis, at least we have more or less contact with these types of sports, and there are not a few people who like them. Why should we choose tennis with relatively high threshold?

Novelty is novelty.

Niche is also true niche.

However, as a professional editor, although Yang Feng has a lot of psychological activities, he won't beat this contribution to death. If the author has potential, he is still very happy to meet him.

It's normal in fiction.

When encountering potential authors, even if the other party fails to write, editors will try to cultivate them. Even many novelists succeed under the cultivation of editors. Of course, in this process, they are likely to encounter innumerable negations from editors.

The computer turns to the first page.

Yang Feng began to review the manuscript.

If we don't talk about the story itself, he still likes the author who dares to write about tennis. Yang Feng appreciates the spirit of not succumbing to the market. If most writers have this spirit, the novel market will not be so homogenized.

The story begins.

On a tram going to the youth School Park, a young man of a campus tennis team was teaching his new teammate how to hold the racket while waving it. As a result, he accidentally hit a girl in the face.

"Sorry."

The young man looked at the little girl and continued to teach his new players. However, when he was spitting and waving his racket, a cold voice rang out: "you are very noisy."

The speaker is a teenager.

The young man was about to get angry when he carried his tennis bag on his back and corrected himself before he got off the bus: "it's the right western grip to hold the racket flat from the top; it's the traditional oriental grip to hold the racket face straight and feel like a handshake."

"You..."

Unexpectedly, he was taught by a young man. The young man couldn't hang on his face and glared at him to correct himself. But when he wanted to say more, the young man got out of the car and left.

"Protagonist?"

Yang Feng nodded.

The beginning of the story seems to be OK. Even if he doesn't know tennis, he can understand the basic knowledge of tennis. Moreover, the protagonist seems to be correcting the youth. In fact, he has the idea to vent his anger for the injured girl.

The scene changes.

Several boys are discussing around a list. One of them is: "this year, there is a newcomer in the tennis Department of our school who has just entered the school and doesn't need to be a substitute to play directly as a starter."

"No?"

"How could it be?"

"The mistake of registration."

Some of his peers doubted: "freshmen just finished high school, how can they be qualified to join the tennis Department of our school directly, and they are also the first member of the tennis department. We should know that the tennis Department of our school is the reserve of professional players!"

On the list.

The freshman who is eligible to join the tennis department is called Longma. He is 16 years old, which is a little younger than the average age of the whole school tennis department, because the youngest starter in the tennis department is at least a sophomore.

When a few people discussed it.

Longma appears with a tennis racket on his back.

Several boys met on the tram also appeared, and immediately attracted the attention of the students. It turned out that they came to this school today to play a challenge, but when the young man saw Longma, he was not angry. He pointed to Longma with a tennis racket and sneered: "you know you are just teaching the main players of the formal tennis team of Langton college how to play tennis The ball? "

Longma looked at him quietly.

This look made the young man feel uncomfortable. He waved his tennis racket directly at Longma's head. Of course, he just scared Longma and didn't really intend to do it. But to the surprise of the onlookers, Longma didn't dodge. It seemed that he expected that the tennis racket would not really hit him.

"Let's go. There's business."

The youth's teammates laughed and persuaded him.

The young man snorted and was ready to leave. However, Longma picked up the drink bottle that the young man had just finished, put it into the garbage can accurately, and then looked at the other person and asked, "have you learned how to hold the beat? Shall I show you how to play tennis? "

There was a lot of shock around.

The fact that a group of young people are qualified to challenge in the youth school shows that they are very strong. However, many people are confused that a young man who looks so young should say such words.

"Is he crazy?"

All eyes look at the dragon horse.

Yang Feng, in front of the computer, turns the pages with great interest. He thought tennis was a small crowd, but now he doesn't feel boring at all. He doesn't think the story is obscure. Instead, he has a feeling of expectation.The young people are fighting.

So let the youth school countless onlookers of the students shocked things happened, the appearance of the young boy, even with a large proportion of blood abuse of the youth who claimed to be a member of the school's main team!

The young man was angry.

He didn't pay attention to Longma before, but he lost the score one after another. He was really disgraced, so he used his unique skill, which was prepared for the main force of tennis Department of youth school, but was forced out by a teenager -

he successfully pulled back one point.

At this time, the coach of youth school also appeared, and at a glance saw the dragon horse on the tennis court, the corner of his mouth even showed a smile: "he came earlier than I thought."

"Does grandma know him?"

The girl who was injured by a young man on the tram was also present, and she was the granddaughter of the coach. However, the coach didn't explain anything, just had time to watch the game.

Patta, Patta, Patta.

Longma was recovered again.

They began to fight back and forth.

Yang Feng frowns. At the beginning of the story, he always emphasizes the genius of Longma, but to the extent that Longma is showing, it's not up to the height of story brewing. Sure enough, tennis is not easy to write.

He shook his head and continued to look.

But then, let his adrenal gland strong secretion of the super fire plot began, because in everyone's gaping gaze, Longma even directly changed the tennis racket from the right hand to the left hand!

"He's left-handed."

The tennis coach smiles like a fox.

After seeing this, Yang Feng was very thirsty. He never thought that Longma was left-handed. It's just like people who eat with their right hands all the year round forcibly hold chopsticks with their left hands. The concepts of the two are quite different. But Longma can only use its right hand to suppress its powerful opponent. How much can it do with its habitual left hand?

He is looking forward to it!

The plot doesn't disappoint people. If Longma can only suppress the opponent before, it is a complete trick to replace Longma who plays tennis with his left hand. At this time, let alone the back and forth contest between the two sides, the opponent can hardly catch even Longma's serve.

The score is bloody again!

In the air-conditioned voice around, the tennis coach of the youth school narrowed his eyes and said, "in just one year, he has played all the Youth Games in Qinzhou, won all the champion of the single tennis group, and won 18 consecutive games. The headmaster himself invited the tennis special recruit, Longma, 16 years old!"

"Dragon horse!"

The people around me have come back.

Then there was a clamor. This young man was Longma, who had just entered the tennis department. His record was so brilliant!

"It's so cool."

Yang Feng's eyes are shining.

At this moment, he almost forgot his editing identity, fully integrated into the perspective of the reader, and even ignored the company's off-duty notice and couldn't wait to look down.

The game is not over.

Longma's biggest disadvantage is that he is only 16 years old this year, and his size is far less than that of the youth. The youth adjusted his tactics and wanted to use his height advantage directly in front of the net. Unfortunately, the effect is not good. Longma still showed a terrible suppression.

"Ha ha."

There was laughter all around.

The young man was so angry that he used his best to throw Longma with a racket. No one expected that Longma's face was hit directly by the opponent's face and his forehead was bleeding.

Yang Feng's jumping foot.

There are also accusations around.

But the young man laughed and said that he didn't hold the racket carefully. But when everyone thought that Longma couldn't fight any more, Longma just wiped the blood and said, "it seems that you haven't learned the correct grip of the racket."

"You

The fighting continued.

This is a counterattack belonging to Longma. His every ball is very fast and tricky, and his skill is very high. He can hit each other's face several times. The other side cries in pain, and Yang Feng pats his thigh. He just feels so cool.

Jieqi, too Jieqi!

Call you Ya of no competition spirit!

With every counterattack of Longma, he would read the score mercilessly: "15-0-30-0-40-0 -"

"what is this ball?"

The youth's teammates are all stupid.

The coach of the youth academy said lightly: "the external spin serve is produced by rubbing the ball on the rubber ground and falling on the table. When the ball is spinning at a high speed and meets the racket, it will not move in a normal straight line, but will deviate from the normal track. This is one of the unique moves of Longma in sweeping Qinzhou youth group in one year. With his level, it can't catch it."

The young man was thoroughly beaten.

The last ball, he even gave up the resistance directly, but in fact, the last ball of Longma was just a slight swing, so the tennis ball only fell to the youth after a moment's bounce, and the picture was full of humor.I was stunned.

Yang Feng was also shocked.

He never thought that he would one day be so excited and excited for a tennis competitive novel, as if he were addicted to a novel on his first day -

My God!

This is too explosive!

At this moment, Yang Feng suddenly remembered a song he loved to listen to recently. The song is called "flammable and explosive". Yes, this is the pursuit of youth fantasy novels. It is flammable and explosive!