Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 16 Performing Magic Under the Guise of Magic Show

Swallow Returns and Flashes?
Everyone involuntarily turned their gazes.

Gu Cheng raised his right hand high, swinging his racket, his cold eyes and cool expression conveying a sense of nonchalance.

At that moment, the boy, like an inextinguishable lamp, appeared majestic in everyone's eyes.

"Am I hallucinating? That ball didn't bounce; it just flew straight off the ground!"

"Yan Hui Shan? That's... Yan Hui Shan, isn't it?"

To be honest, no one could believe it; almost everyone rubbed their eyes with their hands.

At the tennis court, the coach, who was in his early thirties, slapped himself hard across the face, leaving five clear handprints: "Damn it, I must be dreaming."

"Yesterday's topspin serve, I can understand it, there are plenty of professional players who can hit that kind of serve, it's just that his was more amazing! But the Swallow Return Flash was a bit too much, Newton must be turning in his grave!"

Someone nearby overheard this and almost started spitting out some tofu pudding.

"Dreaming! It must be a dream. I can't think of any other reason besides dreaming."

"Who's going to slap me?!"

"Holy crap! It's Yan Hui Shan! It's actually Yan Hui Shan!"

"Crazy! Completely crazy!"

At this moment, many people changed color.

While an outside spin serve can be explained by physics, this backspin serve would make even Newton kneel down and beg for mercy.

The key question is, shouldn't this kind of ball be created using special effects in anime?
Can this really be achieved in reality?
Those who like tennis, especially the younger ones, have probably all watched The Prince of Tennis. Everyone has the same dream: if only I could be as good as Echizen, Fuji, Tezuka, or Sanada.

They would think, "If I had these skills, I would dominate in the real world, and the Masters and the four Grand Slams would be a piece of cake."

But virtual things are still virtual. The cruel reality is that even the topspin serve that can be hit in real life is completely different from the one in anime. The spin and the angle of bounce are not nearly as exaggerated.

However, when people actually see tennis, which only exists in anime, appear in reality, and right in front of them, the disbelief is truly indescribable.

At this moment, Zhang Ming's expression also changed.

Who the hell doesn't dream of being a Prince of Tennis player?!
But that was a dream!
It was a dream!
understand?
"Are you right or wrong?" Zhang Ming gritted his teeth, staring intently at Gu Cheng, as if to say, "If you dare to say no, I'll fight you to the death."

"Yeah, I guessed."

Gu Cheng nodded, sighing.

Humans can be truly ruthless, so ruthless that they even deceive themselves.

Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief. Although he felt that the chances of him getting lucky were slim, after all, with that level of effect, even if he got lucky hundreds or tens of millions of times, he couldn't possibly get lucky even once.

A return shot that completely defies the laws of kinematics should not exist in this world.

That's heresy.

Fortunately, it was a fluke.

Zhang Ming kept reassuring himself, and he was very satisfied with Gu Cheng's response.

But this satisfaction didn't last even a minute. When he served the fourth ball and saw the tennis ball flying close to the ground again, he was struck dumb, his whole body stiffening.

This world has gone mad.

Someone secretly completed the evolution, but didn't take him with them.

It must be so.

"continue!"

Zhang Ming shouted.

The third move, Swallow Return Flash, completely pulled him back to reality.

Breakout.

1-0.

For Zhang Ming, this scoreline wasn't actually hopeless; in fact, it was something he was used to. In world championships, he often lost his serve and fell behind 1-0. This only fueled his competitive spirit.

But at this moment, his hand holding the racket was trembling, his eyes were devoid of any light, and his desire to play had vanished without a trace.

When it was Gu Cheng's turn to serve, his stunning topspin serve made Zhang Ming completely doubt whether the world had undergone a transformation without his knowledge.

Everyone else can do those balls, but he alone can't.

However, the even more frenzied expressions of the spectators on the sidelines told him that it seemed only the boy in front of him had secretly evolved.

"Ming... Brother Ming!"

Liu Xing had somehow slipped behind Zhang Ming, his voice trembling, his composure crumbling.

But Liu Xing knew even better that Zhang Ming was in a more broken state of mind than he was.

It's like someone who has lived in a city for decades, believing that technology determines everything, suddenly one day a cultivator who flies on a sword appears and tells him that cultivation and immortality are the essence of this world.

An unbreakable worldview shattered like glass falling to the ground at this moment.

Everyone was a little confused.

Only the teenagers on the sidelines were incredibly excited, instantly turning into die-hard fans. If their parents hadn't been holding them back, they would have rushed onto the field, rolled up their white shirts, and held up borrowed markers to have Gu Cheng sign his name.

Zhang Ming was annoyed: "Don't talk, I'm annoyed right now."

Losing the game is okay, but he has seen a whole new world, which really left him a little at a loss.

Liu Xing opened his mouth, intending to say a few words of comfort to Zhang Ming, but the words he was about to say were forcefully thwarted by Zhang Ming's Swallow Return and Topspin Serve. In this situation, how could he possibly comfort him?
He was still completely bewildered.

If the four Grand Slam tournaments and the Shanghai Masters hadn't already ended, he would have wanted to die.

This match had a huge impact on Zhang Ming. While it might not completely extinguish his fighting spirit, it would definitely affect his mental state.

In world-class competitions, the impact of mindset on a professional player's performance is sometimes impossible to explain in just a few words.

Hearing Zhang Ming's cursing, Liu Xing actually breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that he could still curse meant he was still capable and hadn't suffered a huge blow; at most, he was just shocked.

It would be truly terrifying if someone didn't say a word and acted like a mute.

Liu Xing glanced at Zhang Ming, whose expression seemed uncertain, and tentatively asked, "So... is the match still going to take place?"

"Hit me!"

Zhang Ming rolled his eyes at Liu Xing. He liked playing against people stronger than himself because he could learn a lot and gain something from the competition, but he didn't want to get humiliated.

If you can't even touch the ball, is that what you call a game?

"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore." Zhang Ming waved his hand impatiently.

"Go and get him ten thousand yuan in a bit," she reminded him as she was packing up her racket.

Knowing that Zhang Ming was in a bad mood, Liu Xing could only nod helplessly.

"Um, buddy, I give up."

Zhang Ming, who had already left the court, turned back and shouted to Gu Cheng, "The conditions agreed upon before remain unchanged, and I will fulfill them in a moment."

Since the other party had stopped fighting, Gu Cheng was happy to be relieved.

But as he turned to leave, a large group of people surrounded him, asking him all at once what exactly happened with that Swallow Return Flash.

Gu Cheng explained without changing his expression, "What are you thinking? I'm just performing a magic trick for everyone. You don't actually believe it, do you?"

"No way?"

Zhang Ming's raised foot froze in mid-air.

That's bullshit magic.

You're using magic as a pretext to actually use magic, aren't you!
However, these words changed Zhang Ming's mind, who originally wanted to leave. Especially when he saw Gu Cheng's incredibly young face, he couldn't help but clench his fist.

Damn it! It's such a waste that someone this good isn't going pro. He should at least help the vast number of tennis fans in China win one of the four Grand Slam men's tennis titles! That's not too much to ask!
(End of this chapter)