Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 17: If you're willing, you can look down on all living beings.
It's over, it's over, but...

Gu Cheng was completely surrounded.

Faced with Gu Cheng's explanation, everyone looked disdainful, and several even grinned with extreme sarcasm.

magic?

Do you really think they're fools? Is that something magic can do?

"No, even if I'm handsome, you don't need to be this enthusiastic, do you?"

"Can you let me out first?"

No one paid him any attention. Gu Cheng looked helpless and finally had to drag Zhang Ming, who was originally planning to run away, into the mess as well: "I really didn't lie to you. It was just a magic trick that my brother and I performed for you. Why don't you believe me?"

"If you don't believe me, go ask him."

“My brother is a world-class professional player, he would never lie to you.”

Upon hearing this, quite a few people looked at Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming grabbed his racket and tried to run, but he was quickly surrounded. Taking advantage of the moment, Gu Cheng slipped out of the crowd, grabbed Xia Zhitong who was still sitting there sipping AD calcium milk, and ran outside.

He didn't want the ten thousand yuan.

If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave at all.

Zhang Ming's face was frighteningly dark. That kid was too hateful.

"Liu Xing, go and catch up with them."

“I am Zhang…”

Zhang Ming glanced at the crowd that had gathered around him, then swallowed the words he was about to say. Covering his face with his mask, he shouted, "When have I ever owed anyone money? Not this time either."

Knowing Zhang Ming's personality, Liu Xing immediately chased after him.

Not long after, Zhang Ming finally managed to leave after making countless excuses.

The No. 2 stadium fell silent instantly. Everyone looked at the empty stadium, feeling a little unsatisfied. Was the match exciting?

I can only say it's okay.

But the tennis ball flying so close to the ground was incredibly impressive to them.

Even though the instigator had long since fled, everyone's minds were still not completely free from the two games they had just played.

From the two players' exciting exchanges, to that net touch, to Gu Cheng's stunning backhand flick that secured consecutive points and broke serve, and then to his four consecutive topspin serves in the service game.

It gave them so much shock.

Everyone originally thought that this would be a closely contested match, and that even if Gu Cheng wanted to win, it wouldn't be easy. Everyone had seen Zhang Ming's strength; he was by no means an ordinary person.

Unexpectedly, Gu Cheng used ball skills that could not possibly exist in this world to carry out a ruthless massacre.

Zhang Ming surrendered without even playing the third inning.

……

Outside the tennis court.

In a small park less than 100 meters from the stadium.

"You're a real schemer."

"I gave you rackets and money, and you just sold me out. You can't do that."

Gu Cheng looked at Zhang Ming, who was panting heavily and cursing under his breath, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

To be honest, when Liu Xing approached him to play a match, he never considered Zhang Ming as an opponent, even though his body was far inferior to that of the Prince of Tennis world. Gu Cheng, who could probably unleash those amazing tennis skills, could still easily defeat a professional player ranked outside the top 100.

However, his impression of Zhang Ming had changed a lot at this moment.

Although his opponent's ranking wasn't very high and his basic skills weren't perfect, Zhang Ming's love for tennis and his determination to win were evident from that previous touch on the net.

That drive to win the game, no matter the risk.

This reminded Gu Cheng of when he first transmigrated to the world of Prince of Tennis. He knew nothing, but through hard work, he gradually became a regular player for Seigaku, even surpassing Fuji and Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was taken seriously by countless professional players, and became Seigaku's strongest pillar.

Although Zhang Ming's current strength is far inferior to those ranked higher, such as Federer, and even more so to Gu Cheng who possesses various amazing skills.

But if we disregard skill, to be honest, Gu Cheng might not be... no, it should be said that he definitely wouldn't be Zhang Ming's match.

The five dimensions of their physical data are too different. Gu Cheng glanced at Zhang Ming and said, "I'll take the racket, but forget about the money. Consider it an apology for what just happened."

"No, you have to keep the money."

Zhang Ming, however, refused to accept this: "I, Zhang Ming, have never broken my promise to anyone before, I haven't done so now, and I certainly won't do it in the future."

"I'm willing to admit defeat!"

"Liu Xing, give him the money."

Liu Xing stuffed a stack of banknotes he had just gotten from a nearby ATM into Gu Cheng's hand.

"Well... thanks."

"I am leaving."

"and many more."

Zhang Ming called out to him: "I don't need you to apologize for what just happened, but... I hope you can grant me a request."

"You said."

Zhang Ming took a breath and said, "Go participate in professional competitions. With your strength, you can accumulate enough points to participate in ATP tournaments within half a year. You may not be able to catch up with all four Grand Slams, but playing two or three is definitely not a problem. Within three years, no, it won't even take three years. You can win all the honors in the tennis world."

"you can also."

"I?"

Zhang Ming gave a wry smile: "If I were capable, my ranking wouldn't have been hovering around 120 or 130 all this time. Although I don't know what just happened, I don't have the habit of prying into other people's secrets."

"Whether it conforms to physics or kinematics, whether it's magic or sorcery, I don't care."

"In the past, I always wondered when a professional player in Chinese men's tennis would be able to win all four Grand Slam titles."

"Five years? Ten years? Or even longer? Maybe I won't meet someone like that even when I'm old, but..."

Zhang Ming stared intently at Gu Cheng, slightly excited: "But just now I saw it, I saw someone who could single-handedly change the Chinese tennis world, someone who could overwhelmingly tell the world that we are no worse than anyone else in tennis, and even stronger than them, and that person..."

"That's you!"

Gu Cheng smiled helplessly: "Why does everyone who has played against me want me to participate in professional competitions?"

Zhang Ming was taken aback: "There were people who played against you before me?"

Gu Cheng nodded: "Yes, a professional player from China, a bit older than me, a senior from Ning University."

"You see, it's not just me, everyone wants you to play professionally."

"why?"

To be honest, Gu Cheng doesn't really want to play professional matches. With his skills, he will never lack money in the future. If all else fails, he can start a tennis training program, and plenty of parents will be willing to open their wallets for it.

Tennis is an aristocratic sport; he won't lack money, so there's no need for him to give up his free and easy life for prize money.

Zhang Ming looked at him: "Because you are strong, and...we are weak."

Zhang Ming's face showed a hint of bitterness: "It's hard to say whether I can even make it into the world's top 100 in my lifetime, but you... are different. You can win all the honors in the tennis world, you can stand at the highest point in the tennis world and look down on everyone else."

Gu Cheng sighed inwardly.

He understood the feeling of being outmatched; back in the world of Prince of Tennis, he had lost countless matches and been humiliated by many opponents.

Many times I wanted to give up, but I persevered through sheer willpower.

"Let me think."

Looking at Zhang Ming's face full of enthusiasm, Gu Cheng found for some reason that he simply couldn't refuse someone who loved tennis so much.

"Call me when you've figured it out. I may not be much on a global scale, but I still have some influence in the domestic tennis world."

"If you're willing, my team will arrange everything for you."

Zhang Ming didn't say anything more. He had said what he needed to say, and he could tell that Gu Cheng was really considering it. That was enough. Pushing him too hard would only backfire.

It's okay if he doesn't understand now; he has plenty of time to wait.

Gu Cheng, you're still young!
At that moment, a taxi stopped at the entrance of the tennis court. Xiao Fan hurriedly paid the fare and rushed towards the tennis court without looking back.

(End of this chapter)