Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 50 Return to Ningbo
Online.

The National Middle School Tennis Championships boys' singles competition had just ended, and the video of the second set of the final was spreading like wildfire among the participating teams.

Zhou Yuan had no interest in watching the rest of the matches. He sat in the audience with his phone, browsing every comment on Weibo.

"I went crazy after watching the video."

"Spin serve! Swallow backflip! Magic! It must be magic!"

"You unscrupulous editor, are you trying to scam people out of money by posting edited and manipulated videos like this?!"

"Is this the National Middle School Tennis Championship? You might as well just say it's the Kanto Tournament."

"I hope the editor adds more special effects. Just the outside serve and the swallow return isn't interesting enough. Even just the hitting itself is something I can work on. I want to see a tennis ball that destroys the world. (Grinning)"

"The special effects are better than the live-action Prince of Tennis. That one looks fake at first glance, but this one can't possibly be real. However, the post-production is really well done. Anyone looking for a job? Our company needs someone with such a talent for post-production. If you're interested, please contact 182****9740."

Zhou Yuan was thoroughly enjoying reading the comments. It wasn't fun watching it alone, so he even dragged Shen Yu along: "Shen Yu, look at these comments, they're hilarious! Do they really think the video was edited?"

"I declare that the world has begun to evolve, but I am the only one not included."

“And this one.” Zhou Yuan pointed to the comment below.

"Playing tennis without watching Prince of Tennis? Can't you break the Swallow Return by not hitting topspin shots?"

Shen Yu was dragged along to watch for a while, and finally couldn't help but clasp his hands in a fist at Zhou Yuan: "Brother, can you please stop making me watch all by myself? Please, let someone else perform!"

I'm really not interested!
……

In the afternoon, the National Middle School Tennis Championships came to a perfect close.

At the closing ceremony, Zhou Yuan smiled broadly. The South Wing had a good record this time. Gu Cheng not only won the men's singles championship that he had been longing for for several years, but also performed well in the doubles, winning the runner-up title. This was a result that the South Wing had never achieved before.

Including other positions, the South Wing ranked second overall this time, with Luzhou still taking first place.

However, Zhou Yuan was quite satisfied.

This time there has been a significant improvement compared to the previous times.

and……

What's the use of being number one?
Do you have Gu Cheng?
Can your student beat anyone 6-0?
Do your students know how to serve with topspin? Do they know how to execute a backhand flick?

No way!
Gu Chenghui.

but……

What is "Swallow Returns to Strike"?

What is the Prince of Tennis?
This touched on his blind spot.

Zhou Yuan decided that he must go back and brush up on his knowledge in this area.

The day after the competition ended, Gu Cheng took a flight directly from Mianzhou back to Ningbo.

……

Jingle Bell.

The bell rang for the first class after morning self-study ended.

Class 2, Grade 11.

Zhang Xiantu strode into the classroom, grinning broadly as he slammed his lesson plan onto the desk: "I have some good news to announce! At the National Middle School Tennis Championships, which concluded perfectly yesterday, Gu Cheng represented our school and won the boys' singles championship."

The classroom was quiet for a moment, then erupted into a startling uproar.

"Fuck!"

"Acheng is awesome!"

"Singles champion, Acheng is too amazing."

"666!"

"Is Acheng really going to play professionally in the future? Holy crap, then he'll be a star? I... have a star classmate?"

The whole class gasped in surprise, especially Li Yang and others who were quite familiar with Gu Cheng. They slammed their hands on the desks, making a loud creaking sound. It was only after Zhang Xiantu glared at them that they quieted down.

Relying on Class 1, Class 3, and Class 4 of Class 2, they thought Class 2 was rebelling.

Fortunately, the commotion only lasted for a moment before it was quickly brought back to calm by Zhang Xiantu's strong suppression.

The news that Gu Cheng won the men's championship at the National Middle School Tennis Championships spread like wildfire throughout the entire school thanks to the school's tireless promotion. Even students from other schools were amazed and impressed upon hearing the news.

That afternoon, Gu Cheng returned to Ningbo. He went straight home, washed himself thoroughly, and went straight to his bedroom to sleep. He preferred his own doghouse to hotels.

Gold silver nest nest as their own kennel.

"It's still the doghouse that feels best to sleep in."

Gu Cheng smiled and quickly drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dark outside. He picked up his phone and saw that it was a little past six o'clock. Gu Cheng saw several missed calls: one from Lao Zhou, one from Principal Deng Yunhua, one from Wei Wentao, the often-sick PE teacher, and the first one was from Zhang Xiantu.

He got up to call them back, only to find that the four of them had also sent him text messages, first congratulating him on winning the singles championship, and then asking if he had arrived home safely.

Gu Cheng replied to the four people's text messages. Just as he was about to get up and go out to find something to eat, his phone suddenly flashed again. It was a friend request.

The information box was filled with the words "Students of Class 2, Grade 11, No. 1 Middle School".

Gu Cheng glanced at the profile picture; it wasn't very familiar, but he still chose to agree.

He can't just ignore classmates adding him as a friend.

After we became friends, the other person quickly sent me a message: "Gu Cheng, I heard you won the National Middle School Tennis Championship. Congratulations!"

Gu Cheng politely replied with a thank you, then asked, "Who are you?"

The other person replied with a smiley face.

Gu Cheng remained silent.

Who is it?

Seeing that the other party refused to speak, Gu Cheng simply put his phone in his pocket, got up, washed his face, and went out.

Class 2, Grade 11, No. 1 Middle School.

Lin Huaiman glanced at the window behind her and, seeing that Zhang Xiantu had disappeared from sight, carefully took out her phone again. However, when she saw that Gu Cheng did not reply to her, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Then she quickly typed with both hands: "Familiar stranger."

After typing it, I hesitated for a moment before sending it.

Gu Cheng: "Who are you?"

Lin Hwai-man: "Smiling face."

Gu Cheng: "Don't tell me I deleted you as a friend!"

Lin Huaiman: "..."

You are not his/her friend.

At this moment, Lin Huaiman's mentality collapsed. Back in junior high school, Gu Cheng had to beg her for almost half a month to add her as a friend before she reluctantly agreed. She never expected that she would be deleted as a friend one day.

But when she thought of the news Zhang Xiantu had announced in class that morning, and the way her classmates praised Gu Cheng, Lin Huaiman gritted her teeth and continued to add Gu Cheng as a friend, but this time there was no response.

"It's just winning a tennis tournament, what's so great about it? It's not like it's a professional competition."

Lin Huaiman thought bitterly, and her depressed mood immediately improved a lot.

But the thought of Gu Cheng possibly going to play professional games next made her feel a little upset.

Playing professionally seems like you can make a lot of money.

Most importantly, they can become stars in the future.

……

After finishing his meal, Gu Cheng took his usual walk to digest, but he hadn't walked more than a few steps from the restaurant when he received a call from Zhang Ming.

"congratulations!"

That congratulations was really casual.

"By the way, if you have some free time these next few days, go to the local tennis association to get a CTN assessment. With your skill level, CTN Level 1 should be no problem. After the assessment, register as a member on the tennis association's website. I've already registered you for the Australian Open wildcard tournament. There are 32 spots in total for the men's and women's singles. The prize money for the champion isn't much, only 1,500..."

"How many?"

This figure immediately made Gu Cheng give up his plan to participate in the Australian Open wildcard tournament. Not only were there no ATP tournament points, but the prize money was only 1,500 yuan, which would cost more than that for several days of food, drink, accommodation, and transportation.

"1,500 euros is roughly 12000 yuan."

Gu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. That was more like it. Although it was still a small amount, after deducting food, drink, accommodation, and transportation, there should be several thousand left.

The key point is that the school covered his food, lodging, and transportation expenses, so this prize money was pure profit. If he were to play professionally, there would be many more places where he would need money, so every little bit he could earn was a bonus.

12000, you can play.

Of course, the prize money from playing in the Australian Open wildcard tournament is secondary; the main reason is to get a feel for the process of professional competitions so that I won't be clueless when I go abroad.

"The Australian Open wildcard tournament may not be very challenging for you, but it should be a good experience. After all, there are not only domestic players participating, but also some foreign players, and even some young people who plan to enter the professional arena will see this tournament as an opportunity to gain experience."

Gu Cheng wrote down everything Zhang Ming said.

As Zhang Ming said, the Australian Open wildcard tournament may not be very challenging, but it can be a good opportunity to gain experience and even learn about professional matches.

The two chatted for a while before hanging up the phone.

Gu Cheng glanced at the calendar on his phone. Tomorrow was Saturday, and the association would be open, so he could go do the CTN evaluation.

(End of this chapter)