Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 23 Zhang Ming? Who is that?
"The teacher is here."

A student sitting near the aisle suddenly shouted, and the previously noisy classroom instantly fell silent.

A moment later, Zhang Xiantu walked into the classroom carrying his signature thermos.

Although Mr. Zhang was a kind and gentle homeroom teacher, his students held him in considerable awe. Few dared to provoke him.

Zhang Xiantu walked up to the podium and, as usual, asked the students to turn to a certain page in their textbooks before continuing the explanation of the previous chemistry lesson, occasionally calling on a few students to answer some questions.

His scrutinizing gaze swept over everyone.

At this moment, Li Yang and the others who were studying quickly lowered their heads, almost burying their heads in their desks.

It was well hidden.

But in Gu Cheng's view, it was all self-deception.

Standing on the podium, Zhang Xiantu was fully aware of the situation below. It wasn't that he couldn't see you if you looked down; it was just a matter of whether he wanted you to answer questions.

However, Old Zhang is a good person.

Under normal circumstances, one wouldn't seek out students like Li Yang to embarrass them unnecessarily.

Teenage boys and girls are extremely concerned about their image, especially in front of their classmates.

This is one of the reasons why students tend to like Mr. Zhang, their homeroom teacher.

Simply put, Lao Zhang genuinely understands how to think from the students' perspective.

"Dingling bell~"

The class passed quickly, and the bell rang in everyone's ears.

Zhang Xiantu put down the chalk and did not continue. The next class was still his, so he did not plan to extend the class time. There was only a ten-minute break between classes. If the class time was extended, the students might not even have time to relax.

This is something that many teachers wouldn't even consider.

Their main goal is to deliver as much content as possible within a limited time, regardless of whether the students can absorb it.

In fact, most students, except for a few who can actually listen to the knowledge points explained during the extended class time, have already drifted off into their own thoughts. Especially under the influence of students from other classes, no one really pays attention to those knowledge points.

Extending class time is inherently a counterproductive option.

"Ah Cheng, want to go to the restroom?" Li Yang asked, grabbing Gu Cheng's arm as he stood up.

During our school days, regardless of gender, we always liked to go to the restroom with three or five friends.

It's as if only in this way can the water be released smoothly, full of ritualistic feeling.

Gu Cheng readily agreed, and Li Yang called over a few friends, and together they headed to the restroom.

By this time, the boys' restroom was already filled with smoke, making it an absolute paradise for students who enjoy smoking.

Every school has some students who like to smoke, whether good or bad. Even among the top students, there are plenty of heavy smokers.

Gu Cheng wasn't a fan of smoking, but the smoke still bothered him quite a bit, so he left in a hurry after relieving himself.

Soon, the school bell rang, and the second class began as scheduled.

Zhang Xiantu explained most of the lesson's content, and about six or seven minutes before the end of get out of class, he put down the ruler.

This is his habit; whenever there is something important to announce, he will set aside some time in class.

"This Wednesday, the school invited a professional tennis player, Zhang Ming, who is currently ranked 147th in the world, to give a tennis lecture at the school. There may be a few coaching matches during the lecture, but there are only a few spots available, maybe two or three. Those who are interested can sign up, but it's hard to say whether they will be selected."

"Of course, some students in our class have practiced tennis and have a certain level of skill. I will also give feedback to the school as appropriate."

At this point, Zhang Xiantu directly called out Yu Xinjie, who was sitting in the third-to-last row: "I know Yu Xinjie. He has been playing tennis since he was a child. If you plan to sign up, I will report your situation to Teacher Wei. Teacher Wei will be in charge of selecting the participants for the competition." "However, Teacher Wei should also know about your situation."

"Thank you, teacher!"

Yu Xinjie stood up excitedly: "I will definitely do my best."

"Sit down!"

Zhang Xiantu patted his hand: "Anyone else who wants to sign up should sign up with the sports committee member first. The sports committee member will compile the list. This is a rare opportunity, so don't miss it. Also, everyone should wear their school uniform on Wednesday. A few students with strong personalities, please give me some face that day."

"That's it, nothing else."

"You can all read for the rest of the time!"

After Zhang Xiantu finished speaking, he left the classroom with his lesson plan and thermos.

Once Zhang Xiantu disappeared from sight, the once quiet classroom suddenly became bustling with noise.

It's not because of Zhang Ming's arrival. In fact, tennis is too niche for domestic students. They don't usually pay much attention to it. What they really pay attention to are basketball and football. If a basketball star or a football star came, the whole school would probably be in an uproar.

But to be honest, there aren't many students who actually learn tennis.

It's a very niche sport, even more niche than table tennis.

A school may not have tennis courts, but it will certainly have plenty of ping-pong tables, let alone a key middle school like No. 1 Middle School, which has a dedicated ping-pong room.

But when it comes to tennis, not many people know much about it, let alone know how to play it.

To put it simply, in Class 2, aside from Gu Cheng, only Yu Xinjie has actually played tennis. On a larger scale, there are probably only twenty or thirty students, or even fewer, who have played tennis in the entire school.

Of course, there are quite a few students who have watched tennis matches and know about the four Grand Slam tournaments.

But watching someone play and actually playing them are two different things.

There is a big difference between being able to fight and fighting well.

Those who can play tennis well generally come from well-off families. They can easily afford court fees of hundreds of dollars per hour without batting an eye, let alone the even higher cost of hiring a coach.

Tennis is not suitable for the average student.

The reason everyone cheered upon hearing this news was simply because once Zhang Ming came to the school to give a lecture, there would basically be no need to attend classes that morning or afternoon.

Although you have to sit on the playground to attend the lecture, with so many people in the whole school, it's unlikely anyone would notice if a few people were missing.

Even if it's just running to the classroom and taking a nap, that would be good too.

The classroom was filled with excitement for a while before the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

"Holy crap! Guys, it's Zhang Ming, it's Zhang Ming!"

"A world-class professional player? My god, this is the first time I've ever seen a world-class professional player. The school is so awesome for getting Zhang Ming here."

Almost the instant the bell rang, Yu Xinjie grabbed his deskmate and started shouting excitedly.

However, there were very few responses.

Yu Xinjie was stunned, then turned to Li Yang and started talking about it.

Li Yang's reaction was more subdued: "Old Yu, you should talk to someone else. I know nothing about tennis, okay? If you're talking about Sister Na, then I'll know her. But I don't even know who Zhang Ming is. I'm really not excited."

After saying that, as if she had thought of something, she turned her head and pointed at Gu Cheng and said, "You go find A-Cheng. It seems that this guy went to practice tennis this weekend. You two must have something in common."

After saying that, he immediately gave up his seat.

(End of this chapter)