Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 36 Mirror Serve
Seeing Gu Cheng suddenly make a strange serving gesture on the court, a commotion instantly rose up around him. Countless surprised and uncertain eyes stared at that figure. Could a human really do that gesture?
With legs bent and body almost parallel to the ground, this posture is probably only seen in girls who specialize in gymnastics.

Even male gymnasts probably couldn't do that.

Simply put, girls have a natural advantage in terms of physical flexibility, which boys can't match.

Even for girls, it is extremely difficult to achieve this pose without losing their balance.

But Gu Cheng did it.

Not only that, he also seems to be planning to serve with this strange posture?
Is this a plan to get revenge using tennis?
Are they planning to get revenge in Zhang Ming's strongest area?
But he was facing a professional player ranked 147th in the world. Under these circumstances, even if Gu Cheng was not weak, could he really turn the tide with tennis?
"What...what does Acheng want to do?" At this moment, Li Yang suddenly felt that his childhood friend was somewhat unfamiliar.

"Could it be that he really wants to beat Zhang Ming in the tennis arena?" Zhou Xiao swallowed hard.

Gu Cheng is good at basketball, that much is known, but tennis, especially against a world-class professional player, how is that possible?

"Old Yu," Zhou Xiao called softly.

Yu Xinjie did not respond, but stared intently at the figure on the field, even though he could tell from the previous few shots that Gu Cheng was quite strong.

He's stronger than him, and not just by a little bit.

But he couldn't imagine a possibility that would allow Gu Cheng to defeat a professional player.

Unless a miracle happens.

But there aren't that many miracles in this world!

The key point is, even a miracle won't work!
Upon seeing this scene, Wei Wentao and many other teachers, who were still stunned by Zhang Ming's words on the sidelines, were also slightly taken aback, clearly surprised by Gu Cheng's strange posture.

But no matter how you look at it, Gu Cheng can't possibly win back his reputation with tennis against world-class professional players.

"Why did Zhang Ming suddenly say those things to Gu Cheng? He's a professional player, doesn't he know how much this will affect him if it gets out?"

"Perhaps his professional career is over!"

Zhang Xiantu looked at the two people on the field, his expression becoming increasingly puzzled.

He simply couldn't understand how two people who knew each other and were just chatting and laughing could have turned into this in such a short time.

"Gu Cheng is very strong, stronger than Yu Xinjie and Wu Yifei, and by a lot. To say something I can hardly believe myself, he has already fully acquired the ability to play professionally."

"But Gu Cheng might not be interested in playing professionally, which is why Zhang Ming..."

"Although I only had a short time with Zhang Ming, he shouldn't be a reckless person. Maybe he really just wanted to use reverse psychology to get Gu Cheng to go pro..."

Wei Wentao's eyes showed a hint of hesitation.

"Well... I guess so!"

Although Wei Wentao's explanation was very convincing, he still felt that Zhang Ming should not have said these things in public.

Some words, once spoken, cannot be taken back.

"But Gu Cheng's posture..."

"To be honest, I really don't understand how someone could serve in this condition?"

Wei Wentao hesitated. As a physical education teacher, he had been involved in almost every sport, including football, basketball, and tennis, which is less common among the general public.

He usually follows the four Grand Slams or ATP events whenever he has free time.

While we may not be familiar with all the world-class professional players, we are generally familiar with some of the top-ranked domestic players who are active in various international competitions.

But he had never seen any professional player serve in this manner.

With such an exaggerated posture, let alone serving, it would probably be quite difficult for him to even get up.

However, if a miracle were to occur and Gu Cheng were to actually manage to get some points from Zhang Ming, that would naturally be something he hoped to see.

If that were the case, it would mean that Gu Cheng, who is only fourteen or fifteen years old, already has the ability to stand on the world stage.

But when faced with Zhang Ming, a professional player, he really couldn't figure out where such a miracle came from.

On the other hand, Xia Mingxuan on the stage blinked his small eyes rapidly and clenched his fists. He had an inexplicable confidence in Gu Cheng, perhaps because he had personally witnessed Gu Cheng's topspin serve. In his eyes, Gu Cheng was the best tennis player.

Even if Gu Cheng's opponent is a professional player ranked 147th in the world.

"Spin serve!?"

"It should be an outside spin serve, right?"

Xia Mingxuan wasn't sure either; in The Prince of Tennis, Echizen didn't use this posture when serving with an outside spin.

"Spin serve?"

Zhang Ming was slightly taken aback, but faced with Gu Cheng's exaggerated posture, he dared not be careless at all.

This guy is a freak who can execute incredible skills like topspin serves and backhand serves. Now that he's striking this pose, anyone with a sane brain probably wouldn't think this is just an ordinary serve.

However, he couldn't figure out what kind of serve Gu Cheng would be serving. In that short time, he quickly recalled all the Prince of Tennis games he had watched, and the only one that resembled this style was probably Atobe Keigo's Tannhäuser serve.

But Gu Cheng's posture was even more exaggerated than Atobe Keigo's when he hit Tannhäuser's serve.

Zhang Ming was half-bent over, his face solemn, his dark eyes looking at Gu Cheng, his hands holding the racket trembling slightly.

The tennis ball fell slowly, and when it reached a certain point, Gu Cheng's body seemed to be spring-loaded. He leaped up from his bent-over position, and the racket in his hand drew a large arc from back to front.

boom!
It was as if all the strength in the body was poured into the falling tennis ball, and a crisp sound of hitting the ball rang out. The tennis ball flashed across the court like a yellow lightning bolt.

"Wow... such a fast serve!"

Zhang Ming's pupils contracted sharply. Just as he was about to run after observing the trajectory of the tennis ball, the ball seemed to be cleaved in two yellow streaks the instant it crossed the center net. One streaked firmly toward the right inverted triangle of the first court, while the other plummeted toward the left inverted triangle of the first court.

This sudden change left Zhang Ming completely stunned.

Bang!
Then, a dull thud was heard as the tennis ball flew out of bounds from the left side of the first court and hit the wall behind it.

The terrifying spin caused the tennis ball not to bounce directly, but instead to make a screeching sound as it scraped against the wall.

Immediately afterwards, wisps of smoke rose between the tennis ball and the wall.

After spinning for a moment, the tennis ball fell straight down.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhang Ming snapped out of his shock, staring in disbelief at the tennis ball that had rolled gently to his feet, his face filled with horror.

"This ball..."

Take a deep breath.

Goosebumps erupted all over Zhang Ming's body, and almost every hair on his body stood on end.

He kept swallowing his saliva.

What the hell!

This serve!

Is it really possible for a human to achieve this?
Outside the stadium, everyone was stunned.

Those with slightly poor dynamic vision didn't see what happened at all; they only heard the sound of the ball being hit and the tennis ball hitting the ground, and then saw the tennis ball rubbing against the wall with intense spin, producing puffs of blue smoke.

Even those with better dynamic vision didn't see it very clearly, but they still saw the tennis ball split into two balls as it crossed the net and flew in different directions.

Damn it, are you dreaming?

……

This moment truly stunned everyone.

Wu Yifei's mouth was so wide open that it could almost fit several eggs.

Yu Xinjie was so shocked that he sat down on the ground with a thud, his face blank. Was he dreaming? He must be seeing things.

Are you kidding me? A tennis ball can split into two?
Magic, perhaps?
Wei Wentao swallowed hard, feeling extremely thirsty, and couldn't help but rub his eyes vigorously.

Holy crap, this is cheating!
Is this really a shot that a normal person could hit?

It's too brutal. Even disregarding the sudden fission of the tennis ball, the terrifying spin alone is something that could never be achieved in reality.

Fairy?
Wei Wentao was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by his own sudden thought.

The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits!
……

on the field.

Gu Cheng had no intention of taking a second shot, nor did he care about the reactions around him. Instead, he looked at Zhang Ming on the other side and smiled slightly.

His laughter was both peaceful and "arrogant".

"Senior Zhang Ming, I'll be troubling you a lot with professional competition matters in the future."

Zhang Ming suddenly didn't know what to say. He felt a sharp sting in his nose and struggled to hold back his tears of emotion.

But the next moment, he smiled, a hearty laugh: "Okay."

"However, before that, I have one last question."

"Senior, please tell me."

What was that serve called?

Gu Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then slowly said, "Mirror serve!"

(End of this chapter)