In the first three games, Chen Yang had been laying bait, and now he had Wang Hao's playing habits, movements, and hitting techniques all figured out, able to accurately predict the opponent's ball landing spots.
And for himself, he also grew familiar with the hitting strength, direction, and angle.
Of course, it was just three games of tennis, and no matter how talented he was, he couldn't become a tennis expert in such a short period of time.
But while he might not be good at playing tennis, he was very good at fighting.
As for tennis, just consider the ball like a thrown weapon, hitting Wang Hao everywhere was enough.
"Heh heh, after laying bait for three games, the fish has taken the hook. Now it's time to reel it in."
Chen Yang looked at Wang Hao's smug face and thought to himself, where should he aim the first shot at Wang Hao?
