Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 43 The competition ended so quickly?
Gu Cheng approached the scorekeeper.

"The stadium, the opponent, and the score."

"Court 1, opponent Yu Haoyang..." Gu Cheng calmly announced the three items required by the scorekeeper.

At first, the other party didn't think anything of it and just kept their head down registering information. But when they heard that the opponent was Yu Haoyang, they couldn't help but raise their eyes.

According to the rules, only the winning side is eligible to register information.

"You got three points from Yu Haoyang?" The other person looked at Gu Cheng with some surprise.

Yu Haoyang started practicing tennis with Zhou Yuan when he was very young. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was Zhou Yuan's last disciple. Because of Old Zhou, everyone is very familiar with Yu Haoyang.

In previous years, Yu Haoyang could only compete in low-level professional events in China. However, last year, it was as if he suddenly unlocked his full potential and broke into ITF events. Not only did he win several championships, but he also won the championship at this year's Provincial Games.

Such skill is beyond the reach of students participating in the National Middle School Tennis Championships.

Those stronger than Yu Haoyang are mostly playing ITF tournaments to accumulate ATP points at this point, so they don't have time to participate in amateur events like this.

That's why she was surprised that Gu Cheng was able to get three points from Yu Haoyang.

Gu Cheng nodded.

"What's the score?" she pressed, her pen already poised to enter the score.

"6-0."

"How many?"

The scorekeeper thought he had misheard: "Are you sure it's 6-0? If it's 6-0, then you didn't get a single point. Yu Haoyang should be the one registering, so why are you here instead?"

"Oh, so that guy is too lazy to come and just had you come over to register the competition information?"

"That rascal……"

The scorekeeper shook her head and was about to write down the score when Gu Cheng suddenly interrupted her: "I beat him."

After saying that, without caring whether the scorer heard him or not, he carried his racket and went to rest under a parasol.

The selected students will have lunch provided by the organizers, which is said to be a buffet at a star-rated hotel. Thinking that it would be a waste not to take advantage of the opportunity, Gu Cheng decided to wait until after lunch to hear Zhou Yuan's thoughts on the upcoming training progress and the arrangements for the competition.

The woman in charge of the points suddenly looked up at Gu Cheng as he walked away, and after a moment of stunned silence, she almost burst out laughing.

Did you win?
Crazy!
He then wrote 0-6 on the scoreboard.

Just as she finished writing, she saw Yu Haoyang carrying a tennis racket and walking towards the indoor tennis court. She immediately started complaining to Gu Cheng: "Yu Haoyang, you don't know, that student who just played against you actually said he beat you, and by a score of 6-0. Isn't that hilarious?"

"Luckily, I'm smart enough not to fall for it."

"He didn't even consider that even if I wrote 6-0, so what? It's fake, it's fake. It's just a matter of reconciling accounts, it's not complicated. Besides, I still have to believe it!"

"dont you agree?"

The scorekeeper was smug and looked like he was taking credit.

Yu Haoyang couldn't help but glance at her, wanting to curse, but in the end he calmly replied, "He did beat me!"

"what?"

The scorer stared wide-eyed at Yu Haoyang's retreating figure, his horror now impossible to conceal.

……

As the head coach, Lao Zhou was not only in charge of Gu Cheng and his teammates, but also of all the other teams from the province participating in the National Middle School Tennis Championships.

So he has a lot on his plate. If it weren't for the fact that he had to meet with the students participating in the preliminary rounds and get to know each other, he would have even wanted to leave the preliminary rounds to other coaches.

At this moment, Lao Zhou looked at the teams participating in this year's tennis championship, especially the singles and doubles teams, and marked several students.

"In the coming period until the start of the competition, tell the teachers leading these teams to talk more about the points that need attention in the competition, and to watch the opponents' matches to try to know themselves and their enemies, so that they won't be completely clueless when they meet someone."

A junior instructor sitting next to him nodded and took out his notebook to write these down.

Old Zhou added, "There are also those who participated in the preliminaries: Chen Lin from Linzhong and Jiang Bin from Ningbo. We should pay close attention to these two. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be the starters and substitutes." "As for the others, we should watch the match videos after the competition to understand their strengths and weaknesses."

The assistant instructor nodded and took notes.

After talking for a while, Old Zhou suddenly sighed and said, "In recent years, our province's performance in the National Middle School Tennis Championships has not been satisfactory, especially in the men's singles, which is a weak point. We haven't even had a single player in the top ten. Judging from the situation this year, I'm afraid it won't be optimistic either!"

"Old Zhou, don't put so much pressure on yourself. Whether we can achieve any results in the singles competition is not up to either of us. It still depends on the students' performance," the assistant coach comforted him.

Old Zhou glanced at him and said, "You don't seem to feel any pressure at all. All the pressure is on me. Why don't you become the head coach and I'll be your assistant?"

"Forget it, I want to live for another two years."

"So you think I don't want to, huh?" Old Zhou looked at him irritably.

"If it weren't for Yu Haoyang going to play in ITF tournaments and being a registered member of the association, I would have liked to put him on the singles roster."

The assistant coach said awkwardly, "Let's not do that. The organizers will definitely check our identities. If they find out that we have a registered member of the Chinese Tennis Association in there, not only will Yu Haoyang be disqualified, but we will also get a scolding. It might even affect his participation in ITF events."

The National Middle School Tennis Championships are not limited to students; there is also a special rule that players who are registered members of the Chinese Tennis Association are not allowed to participate in this type of event.

The reason is simple: players who have registered with the Tennis Association are basically aiming for a professional career, or are already playing professional matches. These players are inherently stronger, at least much stronger than the vast majority of students.

This is like a tiger barging into a flock of sheep; calling it a massacre might be a bit of an exaggeration, but it's not far off.

This makes it unfair to the participating students.

Old Zhou sighed; he knew all too well.

If it weren't for that damn rule, he would have put Yu Haoyang on the singles roster last year, instead of waiting until now to say it.

"By the way, Lao Li, how's the data compilation for the men's singles going?" Lao Zhou glanced at Lao Li, the assistant coach, who was busy at another computer.

Compared to Lao Zhou, Lao Li was much younger, in his thirties. Wearing silver-rimmed glasses, he immediately turned around when he heard the question, took off his glasses and put them aside: "There are too many teams that have signed up across the country. It's not realistic to check them one by one, but based on the information I have now, there is a student named Wang Zhen in Luzhou who is very strong."

"These are videos of his recent matches."

Old Zhou immediately got up and went over. The group gathered around and looked at it for a while, their expressions suddenly turning rather unpleasant.

"Wang Zhen is too strong. He's probably not much weaker than Yu Haoyang." One of the assistant instructors gasped.

"His technique is very comprehensive, and there are almost no obvious weaknesses. Now the men's singles championship is probably even less of a hope."

Old Zhou clenched his fist; the last glimmer of hope he had been holding onto had been completely shattered.

A student whose abilities are comparable to Yu Haoyang's is a complete game-changer for the others.

With Wang Zhen in charge, who can compete in men's singles?
Old Zhou could only lament his bad luck. He couldn't get a chance to play when Yu Haoyang hadn't yet opened his Ren and Du meridians, and when he did, he couldn't play because of his status.

It seemed like fate was deliberately working against him.

One assistant coach lamented, "Forget about winning the men's singles title at this year's tennis championships. With Wang Zhen, Luzhou's trump card, no one else has a chance."

Old Zhou also sighed, even feeling a bit envious and jealous.

Why can't I have a student like this? Otherwise, I wouldn't be here worrying so much that my hair has turned white.

Just then, the tightly closed door was pushed open, and Yu Haoyang walked in.

Old Li turned around in surprise: "The competition is over so quickly?"

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