Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 35 I will not lose to anyone when playing tennis

Zhang Ming's words left Li Yang and others, who were familiar with Gu Cheng, feeling somewhat puzzled.

give up?

Gu Cheng has only been learning tennis for a short time, hasn't he?

"Hey, Lao Yu, what does Zhang Ming mean?"

"Acheng only met him last weekend, how come they're already talking about giving up tennis?"

Li Yang nudged Yu Xinjie: "Besides, Acheng only started playing tennis last week, how can he give up?"

"Just started learning? You believe that?" Yu Xinjie turned to look at him.

"Isn't it?"

Yu Xinjie didn't speak, he just looked at the field.

court.

Gu Cheng stood frozen in place, letting the high-speed tennis ball fly out of bounds.

"I didn't give up."

"only……"

Gu Cheng hesitated.

"I just feel it's meaningless, that I can easily win all four Grand Slam titles, the Masters tournament, and all the honors in tennis... is that right?"

Gu Cheng opened his mouth, but did not refute.

In fact, that was exactly what he thought. Even though the five-dimensional attributes of his current body were far inferior to those in the world of Prince of Tennis, with those incredible tennis skills, he didn't think it would be difficult to win all four Grand Slam titles.

The Prince of Tennis's divine skills are nothing short of a game-changer for tennis in this world.

Just like civilization entering the 21st century, once the era of cold weapons appears, the clash between the two civilizations will be a massacre without any suspense.

Zhang Ming laughed: "If that's really what you think, then you're underestimating them too much, and you're underestimating those professional players who have been playing tennis since they were young and have been training day and night in order to stand at the top of the world."

"Yes, I admit, those skills are impressive, but... they're not absolutely unbeatable. Not to mention the top world-class players, even I could break through those skills you're so proud of, do you believe me?"

"I believe you!" Gu Cheng did not refute.

With Zhang Ming's skill level, once he gets used to the ball a couple more times, breaking the topspin serve won't be difficult. He can even return the Swallow Return Flash, which he stole from Bu Er.

These two ball skills are not, in themselves, at the level of being completely unrecoverable.

Zhang Ming stared at him: "So, what makes you think those professional players who are already at the top of the world are inferior to you? Have you ever played against them?"

"I know you're very strong, with extraordinary talent in tennis, but..."

"You... what right do you, a person who has gone up the mountain, have to mock a group of gods who have come down from the mountain?"

"Even if we take a step back and say that you've never won one of the four Grand Slams? Or a Masters title?"

"You've never won a single title, not even played a single official professional match."

"Wait until the day you win all four Grand Slams, the Masters title, and sit at the top of the world rankings, looking down on everyone else, then you can say that those guys are no match for you, and that professional competition is meaningless!"

"Or rather, you... are simply afraid of losing?"

"Afraid of losing the game when you have a clear advantage?" Zhang Ming's eyes were filled with mockery: "In my opinion, you are not as good as those students who were sweating on the court just now. Even if they knew they would lose, at least they tried their best."

"Perhaps, when you actually meet those people, you'll probably be no better off than me."

Zhang Ming threw down his racket, having no intention of continuing.

He said everything he should have said, and he also said things he shouldn't have said.

He played the good guy and the bad guy at the same time.

If this still doesn't change Gu Cheng's mind, it only proves that this guy isn't that passionate about tennis.

He's not even as good as his girlfriend, who has a cold, aloof expression.

At this moment, Gu Cheng suddenly raised his head and said, word by word, "I will not lose to anyone in tennis."

Zhang Ming stopped in his tracks: "Anyone can say whatever they want. I could also say that Federer is not as good as me, and that Nadal can't last half an hour against me."

"What does beating a professional player in the country prove?"

"What does winning prove to me?"

"The top ten in the world and those outside the top one hundred are two different worlds." "Without ever playing against those people, what makes you think you can say you won't lose to anyone in tennis? You…"

At this point, Zhang Ming suddenly narrowed his eyes: "You have no right to say that."

As soon as Zhang Ming finished speaking, the atmosphere around them seemed to freeze instantly.

Everyone present, including Li Yang and Yu Xinjie, were stunned by Zhang Ming's merciless words, but then an endless anger welled up from the depths of their hearts.

"That's too much!" Li Yang broke the silence first, his voice filled with anger and dissatisfaction towards Zhang Ming: "Whether A-Cheng gives up tennis or not has nothing to do with you. Saying these things is too hurtful."

"What gives you the right to say that about A-Cheng? Just because you're a professional player, does that give you the right to insult others?"

He didn't care who the other person was, whether they were a professional player or a tennis star. He didn't know them and didn't follow any celebrities. All he knew was that the boy standing on the court looking extremely helpless was his childhood friend.

Even if it's the Heavenly King himself, you can't bully him.

Yu Xinjie also frowned and bit his lip. Even though Zhang Ming had just given him some pointers that had benefited him greatly, he still felt that Zhang Ming's words were too harsh.

Some students started whispering among themselves, with one saying in a low voice, "Yeah, she's still a student. It's too much to say something like that."

"Why do you say that about them? Just because you're a professional player gives you the right to belittle others?"

"Is this the person the school invited? A celebrity? If all celebrities are like this, then it's better not to follow them."

Everyone's anger seemed to be ignited instantly.

Liu Xing, standing off the court, frowned and suddenly realized that Zhang Ming, who was standing on the court, seemed somewhat unfamiliar. Even he felt that what Zhang Ming said was a bit excessive.

Even though he knew Zhang Ming was trying to provoke Gu Cheng into making a decision to play professionally, he knew that going too far was a bad idea!

"Just two days ago you said you could wait for them to think it through, how did it suddenly turn into this?" Liu Xing smiled bitterly: "You may have had your fun yelling, but have you thought about how to stop now!"

If this matter isn't handled properly, even if Zhang Ming has a high enough profile in the Chinese tennis world, he'll likely be bombarded with criticism from countless netizens, and might even have to retire from the tennis scene altogether.

This is a very tricky matter.

"Apologize!!" Xia Mingxuan, who had finally squeezed to the front row, was overjoyed to see Gu Cheng standing on the court. After all, Gu Cheng's opponent was a professional player ranked 147th in the world, and this match was sure to be exciting.

Perhaps we'll even see Gu Cheng hit an outside spin serve, which would prove that he, as the senior player, didn't deceive his junior.

But before he could even finish watching, Zhang Ming's words made him unable to hold back any longer, his eyes widening: "Apologize, apologize to my sister... Brother Cheng!"

The other kids didn't know what was going on, but when they saw their leader had spoken, they all started shouting at the top of their lungs.

The appearance of the few little radish heads immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Where did these kids come from?

Xia Zhitong turned her head slightly and saw Xia Mingxuan clenching his fists angrily, looking like he was about to run onto the court to compete with Zhang Ming.

At that moment, the mischievous younger brother's image suddenly became radiant.

Gu Cheng quietly walked to the side, took the tennis ball from the student responsible for retrieving the ball, and walked to the baseline with a blank expression.

What is Gu Cheng going to do?
The initially angry crowd was stunned by Gu Cheng's action of taking the ball, and everyone looked at him with puzzled expressions.

Do you still want to fight after all this?

Why?

Shouldn't we yell back?
This is the age when tempers are at their most fiery. Being insulted for an entire session, with sarcasm practically flying dragons across their faces, if it were them, they wouldn't care if it was Zhang Ming or anyone else; they would have cursed back even if the Heavenly King himself came.

But Gu Cheng acted as if nothing had happened, which was quite perplexing.

This unscientific.

As everyone looked on in confusion, Gu Cheng suddenly grinned, a smile that conveyed a sense of relief and determination: "You're right. I haven't even won a single championship yet, and I haven't played against those who stand at the top of the tennis world. I have no right to say these things."

"So, let's start here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow tennis ball was already thrown into the air. Gu Cheng's legs were bent, and his waist was almost parallel to the ground.

Throughout his career, he has always imitated others in every competition, and used the same tactics against them.

It's somewhat like the rise and fall of the Murong family, but today, he's decided to play his own game.

He no longer cared about whether it conformed to kinematics or not, nor did he care about those messy things like how ball skills shouldn't exist in the real world.

I'll use these ball skills to bully you guys.

If you're so capable, then crack it!

(End of this chapter)