Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 22 It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting student.

Gu Cheng felt that saying things like "Don't underestimate a young man's potential" was meaningless.

People in their thirties are past the age of just talking big. When it comes to showing off, you have to have results first. No matter how much you talk big with Zhang Xiantu now, it's not as satisfying as slamming a test paper with a score of 130 or 140 on Zhang's desk.

However, Gu Cheng didn't want to talk about it, but Old Zhang patiently explained a few more things before letting Gu Cheng go.

As soon as Gu Cheng left, the teachers' office became lively.

Several teachers, each holding a teacup, turned around and started chatting amongst themselves.

"Old Zhang, is that student in your class? What, is he dating a girl?"

"You all heard it too, it's not true, otherwise why would he react so strongly?"

"That's hard to say. Maybe it's because they talked about it that they had such a big reaction. Students these days are cunning. You'd better not let your guard down. If word gets back to the school leaders, not only will your students be criticized, but you won't escape either."

"I think you should take it easy!"

After Gu Cheng's outburst, Zhang Xiantu had genuinely believed that nothing had happened between Gu Cheng and Lin Huaiman. However, after hearing what the teachers said, he became a little uneasy.

He wondered if that kid was going to do the opposite of what he was doing.

Are students these days all this amazing?
Just then, a male teacher suddenly smiled and said, "But your student is quite eloquent, and his rhythm is also quite good. Even when he gets angry, he keeps you from getting angry at all. This is something that most people can't do."

"I haven't seen such an interesting student in a long time."

"Old Wu, don't make these sarcastic remarks here."

Zhang Xiantu rolled his eyes at him: "You want to transfer to your class?"

Wu Dongrong's class was a key class at the school, and basically all the students with the best entrance exam scores were concentrated in this class, while the other classes were evenly distributed.

If Gu Cheng had good grades, ranking among the top in the class, Wu Dongrong might actually want him; this guy often doesn't play by the rules.

However, Wu Dongrong probably wouldn't consider a student of average ability.

To Zhang Xiantu's surprise, Wu Dongrong agreed immediately after he said that, smiling at him: "Sure, if you, Old Zhang, are willing, I have nothing to say. It's just a matter of going through the formalities. Or you can ask that guy named Gu later..."

"Gu Cheng."

"Yes, a student named Gu Cheng?"

"you sure?"

"Nonsense, do you think I'm joking with you?" Wu Dongrong looked at him irritably. "When have you ever seen me joke with you?"

"Give it to me or not, it's just a matter of one word."

“But it’s not a replacement,” Wu Dongrong added.

To recruit students from other classes, the main requirement is that the homeroom teacher of that class agrees, and the students' parents certainly won't object. After all, it's a key class at the top high school, and the students' parents would be overjoyed.

Transferring a student from one class to another is possible, but unless the student's grades drop significantly, it could lead to endless problems.

Zhang Xiantu was genuinely surprised this time, and after thinking it over, he ultimately declined Wu Dongrong's offer.

Wu Dongrong put his thermos on his desk and said, "Heh~ No fun."

Just as he was about to turn around, Zhang Xiantu suddenly said, "By the way, what do you think about what the principal said at the meeting yesterday afternoon?"

The group exchanged glances but remained silent. Since these teachers were relatively young, Zhang Xiantu turned to Wu Dongrong.

Wu Dongrong picked up his thermos again, took a sip of the freshly brewed tea, and then said, "What else can we do? We definitely have to pass the notice down! There are quite a few students in our school who like tennis, and several of them are already playing professional matches. It's a good thing for the school if our students can shine in the tennis world."

"Whether a school is great or not should not be judged solely on students' academic performance, but also on other aspects."

"Not to mention the celebrities who graduated from No. 1 High School, they must have donated nearly ten million yuan to their alma mater every year, right? Otherwise, where would we get so much funding to buy all kinds of equipment and support students' experiments? And they spare no effort in promoting the school."

"And there are other things too, such as sports events, the Asian Games, the Olympics, which one of them doesn't bring honor to the school? Anyway, I think this is a good thing for both the school and the students."

“Studying is not the only path. You can also win glory for your country, have a good life, and get into a prestigious university by playing tennis.”

"However, tennis is not something anyone can learn. If you really want to go professional, an average family definitely can't afford it."

"Wei Wentao probably didn't think too much when he invited Zhang Ming. At most, he just wanted the students to get more exposure to tennis and then use that as an opportunity to get the school leaders to contribute some money to build a tennis court."

"that's it?"

"if not?"

Wu Dongrong shrugged slightly, and then said, "Of course, there's another point. Doesn't the principal like playing tennis? Old Wei invited Zhang Ming here, which can be considered catering to his tastes. When he proposes building a tennis court, the principal probably won't be able to refuse."

"But no matter what, this is a good thing."

"Students can learn more about tennis through Zhang Ming, and perhaps in the future, several professional players who will shine in world competitions will emerge from our school."

At this point, Wu Dongrong smiled and said, "Moreover, with the construction of tennis courts, students have another option in physical education classes. Tennis is a sport that is quite pleasing to the eye."

"It doesn't have the intense collisions of football and basketball, nor the fast-paced nature of table tennis and badminton, but it has its own unique charm."

At this point, Wu Dongrong suddenly looked at Zhang Xiantu and said, "Old Zhang."

"Ok?"

"Have you ever watched a tennis match?" Wu Dongrong asked.

"If you have time, you should really watch it. The precise serves, the clever net volleys, the deep baseline shots, and the amazing running saves are like watching a meticulously choreographed dance. It's much more interesting than football or basketball."

"You also follow tennis?" Zhang Xiantu looked at him strangely. Among the many homeroom teachers in the first year of high school, Wu Dongrong was the oldest and would retire in a few years. He didn't expect that Wu Dongrong would pay attention to so many things.

"I'm not seventy or eighty years old yet." Wu Dongrong said with a grumpy expression, but then sighed, "The only pity is that none of our professional players have won all four Grand Slams."

"The only one who has won all four Grand Slam titles is Li Na, but unfortunately she also announced her retirement some time ago."

Zhang Xiantu nodded. After the meeting yesterday, he had actually gone online to learn about tennis, and what he said was pretty much the same as what Wu Dongrong said.

His view was simply not as optimistic as Wu Dongrong's.

However, after hearing Wu Dongrong's words, Zhang Xiantu had an idea. There was a student in his class named Yu Xinjie who seemed to know a lot about tennis. He had even participated in the preliminary selection for the tennis event at the Provincial Games. Although he was not selected in the end, he knew much more about tennis than the other students in the class.

If Zhang Minglai comes, he can let Yu Xinjie sign up to compete against world-class professional players. That kid will probably be overjoyed.

Thinking about this, I checked the time and realized that morning reading was almost over.

He taught chemistry for the first two periods in the morning. After reviewing his prepared lesson plan and finding no problems, he picked up his lesson plan and his thermos, which was covered in grime, and headed towards the classroom of Class 2, Grade 11, as soon as the bell rang.

(End of this chapter)