Imposter Young Master
Chapter 127 - 130: Please Respect Some Morals_1

Chapter 127: Chapter 130: Please Respect Some Morals_1

Tennis is often called a noble sport among popular sports. Its impact is widespread globally, though it’s not so popular domestically.

The women’s tennis scene in our country is decent; at least we have World Champions like Sister Na.

But men’s tennis is a sorry state. Over the past decade, no one seems to have even participated in the four major tennis tournaments: the French Open, Australian Open, US Open, and Wimbledon, let alone won a championship.

Despite this, there are still many excellent amateur male tennis players domestically.

Huang Tianlin is one of them.

He once won the men’s singles championship in the ’Amateur Tennis Championship’ in Hangcheng, and many people in the tennis world reckon he even has the skills of a professional player.

The admiration seems impressive, but considering the domestic men’s tennis level is just like our national soccer team, ranking bottom in the world, Huang Tianlin’s supposed professionalism contains a lot of hot air.

And then there’s Yang Gang. This guy once trounced a Wimbledon champion and world-class professional male tennis player.

At that time, Yang Gang, Gu Xiaorou, Zhang Miao, Zhang Yu, and Su Xiaoxi were playing tennis on a court in Australia. That guy came over to flirt with Su Xiaoxi, and upon finding out that she was Yang Gang’s fiancée, he insisted on challenging Yang Gang to a tennis duel.

He originally wanted to humiliate Yang Gang in front of Su Xiaoxi. But instead, he was brutally beaten by Yang Gang, and almost quit the sport because of it.

Comparatively, the gap in ability between Yang Gang and Huang Tianlin is clear. However, Yang Gang is shameless, knowing he has the absolute skills to wipe the floor with Huang Tianlin, he still puts on an act.

Before the start of the second round, Yang Gang skipped over to Lin Qingyu, whispering, "Qingyu dear, do you want to beat Yang Fei?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course, I do!" Lin Qingyu answered without hesitation.

"Then lend me some power, and I’ll guarantee your win," said Yang Gang.

Lin Qingyu looked at Yang Gang in surprise, "How can I lend you power?"

"By giving me a kiss," Yang Gang shamelessly suggested.

Lin Qingyu’s cheeks instantly flushed red, "No kissing!"

"Why are you shy? We almost got married. Otherwise, a kiss on the cheek will suffice," Yang Gang said.

"No kissing!" Lin Qingyu blushed even more and turned her head, unable to look at Yang Gang.

"Damn! Are you or are you not interested in winning? Rarely do you have a chance to defeat Yang Fei, why are you hesitating? If not, a flying kiss will do," Yang Gang persisted.

After being torn for a moment, Lin Qingyu placed her right hand on her own lips, and then sent a flying kiss towards Yang Gang’s lips.

Yang Fei was observing the whispering duo, seeing Lin Qingyu give Yang Gang a flying kiss, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It was a strange feeling.

"Hey hey, please respect the sport of tennis. If you want to flirt, please move aside. Besides, Yang Gang, you have a fiancée. Lin Qingyu, you have a boyfriend. Please respect boundaries," said Yang Fei in a sour mood.

Lin Qingyu said, "I’ve broken up."

Yang Fei’s face darkened even more, "Just because you’ve broken up doesn’t mean you can hang around with Yang Gang, he already has a fiancée!"

Lin Qingyu collapsed, "Who... who’s hanging around with Yang Gang!"

Yang Gang finally spoke, "Yang Fei, that’s really unreasonable of you. What’s the fuss about a sister being so controlling? You seem to underestimate me, so today I’ll show you the dignity of being an older brother. Let’s start."

Yang Fei spat out, she glared at Yang Gang, then turned to Huang Tianlin and said, "Yang Gang is the weak link. Just hit the ball directly to the back, Yang Gang definitely won’t be able to catch it."

Huang Tianlin held the ball in one hand and the racket in the other, revealing an elegant smile, "I reckon Yang Gang is just a beginner, there’s no need to be too serious in a sibling’s competition, let’s take it easy."

Having said that, Huang Tianlin gently tossed the tennis ball up and used the serving motion of a badminton player to flick the ball over the net.

Yes, he used a flick, not the usual powerful serve of a tennis player.

To put it nicely, this is taking it easy. But frankly, it’s an insult to Yang Gang. In the tennis world, this kind of serve is a common trick of students younger than three years old.

The tennis ball eventually drifted over the net, flying to the back. Yang Gang didn’t run to predict its landing. He waited for the ball to bounce and then powerfully hit it straight to Huang Tianlin’s backhand area.

In this return, Yang Gang exerted eighty percent of his strength, with the ball speed reaching up to 180km/h. There was no spin, it just cut through the air in a yellow arc, heavily hitting Huang Tianlin’s backhand area on his left arm, then bounced off like lightning out of bounds.

The tennis court fell silent in an instant.

Yang Fei, Huang Tianlin, and Lin Qingyu were all dumbstruck.

They were all tennis enthusiasts and knew the game well.

The ball that Yang Gang had returned had travelled on an incredibly straight path, devoid of any spin. It was the very flatness of its trajectory that made it so amazing. They also noticed that the landing point of Yang Gang’s shot directly lined up with Huang Tianlin’s backhand side, forming a straight line.

If it was a shot made by chance, it wouldn’t have been significant.

But if it was intentional, it would be... terrifying!

This kind of precision that makes a ball go exactly where desired, is something all tennis players dream of, it’s virtually the pinnacle of the skill.

Moreover, what couldn’t be ignored was that this high-quality line drive was hit by Yang Gang’s left hand, and it had to be at least 180 kilometers per hour!

This was beyond what could be described as a genius, more accurately a prodigy!

Huang Tianlin was left dazed by Yang Gang’s sudden and spectacular shot.

It took him a while to recover, a twitch crossed his mouth, "That, just now, was a lucky shot, right? A coincidence!"

Yang Gang, guessing what Huang Tianlin was thinking, grinned, portraying a harmless expression, "Young Master Huang, I think, for the sake of the Huang family’s future, you should play more seriously."

"What do you mean? How does whether I take this game seriously or not relate to the Huang family’s future?" Huang Tianlin asked, puzzled.

Yang Gang, smiling, replied, "Well, who knows. Anyway, Young Master Huang, it’s your serve, please continue."

Huang Tianlin hesitated for a moment, then raised the power of his serve.

The tennis ball shot towards Yang Gang like a meteor, incredibly fast, probably over 150km/h, Huang Tianlin certainly had some skills.

But his skills were not strong enough against Yang Gang.

Yang Gang responded with a cold smile as he gripped his racquet, returning a precisely targeted shot as soon as the ball landed.

The tennis ball flew towards Huang Tianlin... aiming directly at his crotch as if it was a guided missile.

Holy cow! You must be kidding me!

Huang Tianlin’s face turned pale. Dodging the ball was impossible now. Helplessly, he held his racquet in front of his crotch.

Thump!

The tennis ball hit the racquet with a hissing sound, Huang Tianlin was forced to take a step back from the strike’s strong impact.

Huang Tianlin was horrified. How powerful was that shot indeed!

He finally understood Yang Gang’s meaning now. If he was not careful and his crotch got hit, how would he, an only son of Huang family reproduce?

The following games seemed irrelevant for Lin Qingyu and Yang Fei, it had totally turned into a one-on-one duel between Yang Gang and Huang Tianlin.

The outcome of a duel was quite obvious, Huang Tianlin was no match for Yang Gang.

Whenever Yang Gang returned a ball, no matter from which angle it came, the target was the same.

Always aiming right at Huang Tianlin’s crotch.

With a pale face, Huang Tianlin was now convinced that Yang Gang’s first seemingly casual precise shot was not luck, but pure skill! In front of Yang Gang, his tennis skills were equivalent to those of a newborn baby, incredibly naive.

This couldn’t go on, he would only end up embarrassing himself if he continued.

Having been pushed to a corner by Yang Gang, Huang Tianlin had no choice but to surrender.

Yang Gang came to the still stunned Yang Fei with his racquet and asked with a grin, "Yang Fei, how was that?"

Yang Fei, with mixed feelings, pursed her lips, "Meh, just showing off in front of the pretty girls. You teamed up with Lin Qingyu and played like you’re injected with chicken blood."

Yang Gang looked at Yang Fei, spoke in a gentle manner, "Yang Fei, you’re wrong. I’m not trying to prove to Lin Qingyu that I’m a great guy. I just want to prove to you that I’m a reliable brother."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fei felt a sudden twist in her heart. She blushed a little and muttered, "Then why did you perform so poorly when you partnered with me."

Yang Gang scratched his nose, candidly answered, "Mainly because, you were hopping around in front of me, the black underwear under your tennis skirt was swinging back and forth in front of me, distracting me."