Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 13 Let's find that couple (4.2K)

While Gu Cheng was still boredly watching the match with Xia Zhitong, Zhang Ming had already entered the Tennis Tennis Arena with his assistant Liu Xing.

Are you two members of the Tennis Tennis Center?

"If so, please provide your mobile phone number. I will register your information and then arrange a venue for you two."

As soon as the two entered, Sun Xiaowan, the receptionist, gave them a professional smile.

"Uh~"

Assistant Liu Xing stepped forward: "We're not members yet, can we go in and take a look first?"

Sun Xiaowan glanced at the racket Liu Xing was carrying and immediately said, "Of course, I'll take you inside to have a look. We not only have dedicated courts, but we also have coaches specifically for tennis enthusiasts of different ages. If you'd like, I can give you a detailed introduction."

"No need, we can go in and take a look ourselves. I'm not used to having anyone accompany me," Liu Xing said with a smile.

"Then please make yourselves at home. If you have any questions, you can always come and ask me or the staff at the stadium."

Liu Xing smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to walk into the court with Zhang Ming, he suddenly turned back and asked, "By the way, you don't offer memberships here. How much does it cost if we only play one game?"

Sun Xiaowan, who was walking towards the service desk, turned around and smiled slightly: "We charge by the hour here. The price is the same for indoor and outdoor use. It's 80 yuan per hour for non-members and 60 yuan per hour for members."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Let's go!"

Zhang Ming seemed impatient and urged him on.

"immediately."

Liu Xing followed with a grin.

As soon as the two left, Sun Xiaowan looked at Zhang Ming's back and muttered to herself, "He looks so familiar, I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

"what happened?"

"what?"

Sun Xiaowan was startled by the sudden sound. When she turned around, she realized it was her boss, Yang Zhen, the manager of the tennis hall.

"Manager Yang, what brings you here?"

Yang Zhen looked at the young girl in front of him with annoyance: "What, can't I come?"

Sun Xiaowan gave an awkward smile.

"By the way, when I walked over just now, I heard you moving your mouth around non-stop, muttering to yourself about something."

Sun Xiaowan's expression returned to normal as she said, "Two guests just arrived, one of whom was wearing a mask. I felt like I recognized him."

Yang Zhen asked with some curiosity, "Who is it?"

Sun Xiaowan shook her head: "I don't know, I don't remember. He was wearing a mask, so I couldn't see what he looked like."

"Forget it if you don't remember."

Yang Zhen didn't pay much attention. Tennis Tennis Hall has been developing well in recent years. In addition, many families pay great attention to their children's development in other aspects. Every day, there are at least 80 to 100 people coming to Tennis Tennis Hall for consultation. After seeing so many people, sometimes everyone looks familiar.

"By the way, where's that high school student you mentioned who shut out Xiao Fan?

"Right inside."

"I'll go talk to him."

"but……"

"But what?"

Sun Xiaowan hesitated for a moment, then said, "It seems he came with his girlfriend. Manager, why don't we wait until they're about to leave before we talk about it?"

"girlfriend?"

Yang Zhen looked at him strangely: "If I remember correctly, you said he was a high school student, right? I think he was in his first year of high school. How can he have a girlfriend at such a young age?"

"That kid's pretty bold. At his age, he dares to openly take his girlfriend around everywhere?"

"I remember liking a girl in my senior year of high school. I couldn't even speak properly. We didn't officially start dating until almost graduation. Even then, I didn't dare tell my family. I didn't even dare to get too close when we went out."

"Looking at today's kids, I don't know if we were too reserved back then or if today's kids are just more outgoing."

After shaking his head and sighing a couple of times, Yang Zhen smiled and said, "Alright, let's try to persuade them to stay when they're about to leave."

"Yes, Manager."

……

the other side.

After Zhang Ming and Liu Xing walked in.

"Brother Ming, this stadium is pretty good. Although there aren't many indoor courts, the facilities are quite complete, no worse than those in Shanghai," Liu Xing said with admiration after looking around.

Zhang Ming nodded: "It's really good."

"Alright, stop looking at these things. The facilities in tennis courts are all pretty much the same. If the facilities weren't complete, no one would come to the tennis court. People aren't stupid. But the fees are indeed a bit cheaper than in Shanghai."

Liu Xing didn't say anything more, but asked, "So what do we do now?"

Zhang Ming shrugged: "What else can we do? Let's find a target first."

"Once you find the target, go up and negotiate with them. Once you've reached an agreement, then start fighting."

"Row."

As they were talking, Zhang Ming perked up his ears: "It's the sound of a ball game. Let's go in and take a look."

After saying that, he strode quickly toward the stadium.

Liu Xing shook his head helplessly, thinking that Zhang Ming was good in every way, but his inability to control himself when he heard about tennis was a bit frustrating. However, it was precisely his love for tennis that allowed Zhang Ming to enter the world championships at the age of twenty-three or twenty-four. Although his ranking was not high, at his current age, Zhang Ming still had a chance to break into the top 100, or even higher.

"This guy……"

Liu Xing looked up and realized that Zhang Mingren was gone, so he quickly jogged after him.

When Liu Xing arrived at the court where the game was being played, he found that Zhang Ming was already standing to the side, watching the two young men on the court with great interest.

Liu Xing jogged over to Zhang Ming's side: "Brother Ming, how are you?"

"What do you mean, how is it?" Zhang Ming stared at the match in front of him without turning around, and just casually replied.

"These two are really strong!"

"What else could there be?"

Liu Xing was speechless.

Zhang Ming raised his hand to pinch his chin, only to realize that the mask was affecting his performance, so he had to put it down again: "It's alright, not bad for an amateur."

"What if it's a professional?"

"That's far from enough."

Liu Xing stared at the court with interest for a while, then whispered, "Their strength is not bad. It would be interesting if they let us throw the game a bit. How about we choose one of these two?"

"I think that one is pretty good."

Liu Xing pointed at the young man in the black tennis uniform: "He has great resilience and his hand movements are very delicate. He must have started playing tennis relatively late, otherwise he would have no problem making it to the professional level."

"That depends on what profession you play," Zhang Ming said irritably.

“You can’t compare to Ming Ge, but if you train systematically for a year or two, you can definitely play professional matches in China,” Liu Xing said with a smile.

Zhang Ming shook his head: "Then it's better not to fight. Of course, unless his family is very rich and he doesn't care about spending tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan a year on travel expenses, then never mind what I said." "You should decide as soon as possible. I think their competition is almost over."

Zhang Ming squinted at them for a while, then shook his head and said, "The two of them have already fought a battle, and their physical strength is greatly depleted. Let's pass on them."

"Let's choose from the audience. The rackets should be given to those who need them. The people who come here to play are not poor. On the other hand, it's hard to say about the audience. A good racket costs money, doesn't it?"

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily swept across the crowd opposite him.

The audience was either too young or middle-aged, with very few young people. Feeling a bit frustrated, he was about to go outside to check out the stadium when a man and a woman sitting on chairs not far away caught his attention.

"What do you think of them?"

"Who?"

Zhang Ming pointed to the opposite side: "It's that couple sitting over there. They're watching the game very attentively."

Following the direction Zhang Ming was pointing, Liu Xing frowned: "He is young, probably only fifteen or sixteen years old, but it's hard to say whether he can fight."

There were still empty courts in the tennis hall, but these two were just watching the game from the sidelines. They were definitely tennis enthusiasts, but whether they knew how to play tennis, had any experience, or were good at it was hard to say.

Zhang Ming knew what Liu Xing wanted to say, and casually smiled: "It doesn't matter how good you are. Even if you can't play, it's okay. We're just shooting videos to gather material. Do you really think anyone can beat me in this small stadium?"

"Brother Ming, that's not a funny joke. There are definitely a handful of people in China who can beat you. We know all of them, and we'll all know them when they come to Ningbo."

"Even if I came to Ningbo, I wouldn't come here to play ball."

"As for those so-called coaches in this stadium, they might be able to go two rounds against you, but it's actually quite difficult to find a decent opponent among the audience."

"What we want is good entertainment value, understand?"

Zhang Ming spread his hands: "So choosing a strong or weak opponent doesn't really make any difference. Of course, a stronger opponent won't be as boring, but a weaker one can be quite interesting, right?"

"alright."

"You're the eldest brother, so I'll listen to you."

Liu Xing didn't care. Anyway, he didn't have to pay for the racket, and he wasn't the one playing the match, so it didn't matter who his opponent was.

"Then you wait here, I'll go talk to them. You've said so much, but they might not even agree."

"Is this never going to end? Stop talking nonsense and go ask."

"Got it!"

Liu Xing walked around to the other side of the court, carefully prepared his words, and then approached the young couple, greeting them with a smile.

"Hello, sir."

Gu Cheng turned his head in confusion.

"Find me?"

"Correct."

Hearing the noise, Xia Zhitong turned her head, first glancing at Gu Cheng, and then following Gu Cheng's gaze to notice the young man standing in front of them, slightly bent over.

Just as Liu Xing was about to reveal his purpose, his gaze was immediately drawn to Xia Zhitong, who was sitting next to him.

What a pretty little girl.

Liu Xing was somewhat surprised, even astonished. When they were on the other side, Xia Zhitong's face was turned to the side, so he hadn't seen her very clearly. He only thought the girl's face was quite fair. But upon closer inspection, he was amazed by her beauty.

Xia Zhitong seemed to dislike being stared at. Her originally curious gaze suddenly turned cold as she coldly swept it over Liu Xing. The indifference in her eyes made Liu Xing, a man in his late twenties, subconsciously look away.

Fortunately, Liu Xing hadn't come to see the beautiful women in the first place. He didn't forget his business and immediately revealed his purpose.

"Want to play ball with me?"

"A free racket regardless of winning or losing? And a 10,000 yuan bonus if you win?"

Gu Cheng looked at the young man standing on the opposite side of the court with a strange expression. The young man was wearing a mask and was waving at him when he looked over.

This plot seems a bit familiar.

A table tennis master, a world champion, went to a table tennis hall and pretended to be a novice, then amazed everyone with his incredible skills. A pianist also did the same thing.

Cristiano Ronaldo went even further. While others might at most wear masks or hats to cover up their pain, he didn't care. He even used makeup to make himself look like a man in his fifties or sixties.

When he was in his early thirties, Gu Cheng often came across similar videos on short video websites.

He gets incredibly excited every time he sees a big shot reveal his identity to a stranger and the stranger look on in surprise.

How similar this is to the scene before my eyes!

But was this kind of plot already there in 2014?
Gu Cheng didn't know either, but he felt that was most likely the case, so he turned to Liu Xing and said, "Why is he wearing a mask? But he looks kind of familiar from a distance. Could he be a professional gamer?"

Liu Xing was secretly startled, but his face remained extremely calm: "How could that be? If they were professional players, they would either be training or participating in various competitions at this time. They wouldn't have the time to come here."

Gu Cheng was initially unsure, but upon hearing this, he knew it was pretty much the case. However, he didn't point it out, but instead hesitated and said, "But I haven't been learning tennis for very long, and I'm afraid I won't play well. Why don't you find someone else?"

After saying that, he pointed to the two young men on the court and said, "They're pretty good, you should go find them!"

Liu Xing didn't even look at the two people on the court: "We're just playing around. It's okay if you're a beginner. Besides, you don't have to pay for renting the court. How about it?"

"and……"

Liu Xing glanced at the girl sitting next to Gu Cheng and said in a very low voice, "Don't worry, even if we lose, we won't let you lose badly."

"Really?"

"Why did you lie to me?"

"If you really don't like it, you can just not play. You'll get a free racket anyway."

"That's true."

Gu Cheng chuckled.

"Then you agreed?"

"Row."

Gu Cheng nodded: "But I didn't bring my racket."

"It's alright, we can use ours."

"My name is Liu Xing, what's yours?"

"Gu Cheng."

"Gu Cheng, I'll go pay for the court rental first. You get ready."

After Liu Xing finished speaking, he hurriedly found Zhang Ming.

"How about it?"

Liu Xing gave an OK sign: "Done. That kid initially refused, hey, acting like I didn't know what he was thinking. Wasn't it just because his girlfriend was there and he was afraid of losing too badly?"

Zhang Ming asked curiously, "So what did you say?"

Liu Xing clicked his tongue: "What else can I say? Just cater to their preferences. Anyway, go easy on them a little later, just don't let them lose too badly. Keep the score at 6-5 or 6-4. If you win too much, they'll really complain."

"What about the bonus?"

Zhang Ming wasn't concerned about the 10,000 yuan, but it made no sense to give away a racket for free and then give away another 10,000 yuan for free; only a fool would do that.

Liu Xing said, "Don't worry about that. I meant you only get the bonus if you win the game."

Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief. If things really went as he had said before, he couldn't afford to go easy on them. After all, his money didn't come from thin air, and he also had a team to support. Every penny had to be spent wisely.

I had something to do yesterday, sorry.

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