Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 121 As long as her child stands in the light, she can go crazy for it.
Gu Zhenhai likes football and tennis.

Although he doesn't play tennis himself, that doesn't diminish his love for the sport.

Among active professional tennis players, Nadal, Djokovic, and Federer are among his favorites.

Whenever they have a match, he always makes time to watch a few.

He wasn't initially curious about what Dean Qi sent to his wife, Yuan Hongxia. After all, he figured that any message Dean Qi would send to his wife at this time was probably related to hospital work.

He had no interest in knowing anything about hospital matters.

However, when he glanced at it subconsciously and saw that it was a link, and that the link mentioned Federer, Gu Zhenhai became somewhat curious, considering that Dean Qi was a tennis enthusiast.

If it weren't for her son Gu Cheng's career in professional tennis, Yuan Hongxia probably wouldn't even know who Federer was.

Of course, we don't know for sure right now.

For Yuan Hongxia, her memories are probably limited to who plays table tennis well, who plays volleyball well, who is good at diving, and who is great at badminton. As for tennis, she doesn't even know who Li Na is in China, let alone Federer, the Swedish legend.

Dean Qi probably knew that Yuan Hongxia wouldn't know these things, but she still sent them over, so Gu Zhenhai had to think more about it.

Yuan Hongxia didn't think much of it. Even if she wasn't interested in what Dean Qi sent her, she would still have to open it and take a look, and it was only right to respond.

So, under her husband Gu Zhenhai's urging, she subconsciously clicked on the link.

The link redirected for a while, and soon a news screen popped up.

Around 11:00 AM Swiss time, less than six months into his tennis career, Gu Cheng, known as the "court cheat," faced Swedish legend and current world number three Roger Federer at the Royal Tennis Arena in Sweden. After a long five-minute rally, Gu Cheng ultimately defeated Federer with a powerful smash.

[It is reported that Federer shook hands with Gu Cheng after the match and expressed his hope to face him again in one of the four Grand Slam tournaments.]

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Gu Zhenhai, upon seeing the news, thought he was seeing things. He grabbed the phone from Yuan Hongxia's hand and carefully compared it with the accompanying picture. After confirming that it really was his son, the forty-year-old man was completely dumbfounded.

My son?
Gu Zhenhai's head was spinning. He knew that Gu Cheng had gone to Sweden to participate in the ITF junior tournament. His son had mentioned it on the phone a while ago, but he never expected that Gu Cheng would actually go to Federer to play a match and win.

That's a top professional player who has won a Grand Slam, stood at the pinnacle of tennis, and consistently ranked among the top three in the world!
His son actually won the one-ball contest.

Gu Zhenhai felt it was all a fantasy.

Yuan Hongxia, who was standing to the side, had her eyes light up after seeing it, and her face lit up with surprise: "Old Gu, is this my son? It seems that my son beat a very powerful person!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Zhenhai seemed to be frozen in place. Federer, is that really that good?
Then, with a wry smile, he said, "That's Federer, one of the few people standing at the pinnacle of tennis. His status is roughly equivalent to Zhang Jike in table tennis. In terms of influence, tennis is much greater than table tennis."

If you talk to Ms. Yuan Hongxia about tennis and Federer, no matter how eloquently you describe them, she'll probably still be confused. She'll probably only have one impression of him being very impressive, but that's about it.

But if you mention table tennis to her, she'll know.

She doesn't play table tennis, but that doesn't stop her from watching table tennis matches. The key point is that table tennis is truly the national sport in China; it's everywhere, so it's hard not to know about it.

Even women living in rural areas have generally seen their children playing ping-pong.

Not to mention the top table tennis players in China. Sure enough, when Gu Zhenhai mentioned that Federer's status in the tennis world was equivalent to Zhang Jike in China, his mouth dropped open in disbelief.

Their eyes were practically sparkling.

"What? What? What did you say? My son... beat someone like Zhang Jike?!" Yuan Hongxia's voice suddenly rose, almost shouting, her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

She gripped the hem of her dress tightly with both hands, leaning forward slightly, as if to confirm once again whether what Gu Zhenhai had just said was true, "You said that guy named... Federer, is he particularly good? You said he's world-class? World number one?"

"Yes, that level." Gu Zhenhai nodded, looking at his wife who was so excited she was almost incoherent, and couldn't help but smile.

"Wow—oh my god! How could my son, he... he... how could he beat someone like that?!" Yuan Hongxia plopped down on a bench by the roadside, then suddenly stood up, pacing back and forth, muttering to herself, "I have to call my sisters! No, no, no, I have to call my dad first, let him hear how successful his grandson is! Oh my, my heart is pounding!"

As she scrolled through her phone, her hands trembled so much that she almost dropped it. "Let me tell you, Lao Gu, I knew Acheng was different when he was still little. See? My son is just too outstanding!"

"My son actually beat such a strong person! Do you think he'll be on TV? Will someone come to interview us? Oh dear, I need to tidy up the house, just in case he's on TV!"

She spoke incoherently, sometimes laughing, sometimes exclaiming in surprise, sometimes her eyes reddening, choking back tears as she said, "I never imagined in my entire life that my son, from an ordinary family, could achieve such results... My son is truly amazing..."

Perhaps because she was too excited, Yuan Hongxia forgot to call her elderly father and turned to look at other news.

"Old Gu, look! It's all over the internet!" Yuan Hongxia suddenly pointed at her phone screen, her voice trembling with excitement, almost jumping up and down.

She shoved her phone in front of Gu Zhenhai's face, the screen displaying the trending topic: "15-year-old Chinese boy upsets Federer! Tennis world gasps at the arrival of a genius!"

"My son is trending! My son is trending!" she shouted, slapping her thigh, her face flushed. "Oh my god, this is huge! Which kid in our village has ever trended before? Has Zhang Jike ever been trending? How many times has he been? Where does our son rank this time?"

"It seems to be the number one trending topic!"

She spoke incoherently, scrolling through the comments while muttering, "Wow, this person said 'amazing,' that person said 'world-shaking'... There are even comments from foreigners! Look at this foreign language, is it praising my son? Oh dear, I can't understand any of it, can you translate it for me!"

Gu Zhenhai took the phone with a smile, and was about to speak when Yuan Hongxia interrupted, "No, no, I have to post this on WeChat Moments! I have to let everyone know that my son beat that... what was his name again? Oh right, Federer! I'm going to post pictures of my son when he was little too, so everyone can see that my son has been a champion since he was a child!"

She frantically typed the text, her fingers trembling so much she almost made a mistake: "'My son beat world number one Federer today... Oh dear, is this too boastful? But I'm just proud!'"

She wiped away tears as she handed out the message, muttering, "If your mother, that is, Acheng's grandmother, were still here, how happy she would be... She loved her eldest grandson the most... If only she could see this scene today..."

As she spoke, her emotions shifted from elation to sobs, tears streaming down her face, yet she still managed a smile: "My son is truly remarkable... My son has really made a name for himself..."

Looking at her excited and almost out-of-control appearance, Gu Zhenhai couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

A mother's pride never needs much explanation; she can go crazy for her child as long as the child stands in the light.

But when he turned to look at himself again, Gu Zhenhai shook his head and smiled.

Compared to his wife Yuan Hongxia, he didn't seem to be much better, only he wasn't as crazy as his wife.

However, he still subconsciously took the phone from his wife, who was gesticulating wildly, forwarded the news to himself, and then quietly posted it on his WeChat Moments.

(End of this chapter)