Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 55, could it be because of Gu Cheng?

How could someone who scores full marks in the first four categories of the CTN rating assessment be lacking in flexibility?

Zhu Xingxing's answer was impossible.

But when he saw the boy's almost teleporting speed, it took him a long time to recover from this bizarre situation, and his right hand stiffly wrote "full marks" in the dexterity column.

New level: CTN1.

Zhu Xingxing looked at the boy in front of her for a long time before she came back to her senses: "The CTN level assessment project has been completed. The certificate will probably be issued in the afternoon. You can go and have a meal nearby first, or go back first and come back in the afternoon."

"Then I'll come again this afternoon."

I promised Xia Zhitong I'd go out with her. The tennis association is located in the suburbs, so while there are places to eat, there aren't many places to do anything.

"Row."

……

After the evaluation ended and Gu Cheng left the court, Zhu Xingxing hurriedly left with the CTN level reference table.

"Zhu Xingxing, where are you going? There are still people waiting to be evaluated."

"I need to speak with my supervisor. I'll be right back."

Zhu Xingxing walked towards the association president's office without looking back.

"President, there is a CTN level reference table that may need your confirmation."

"CTN Level Reference Table? Today's?"

"Ah."

"Let me see!"

"Hey, you wrote the total score wrong, right? The maximum score is 430. And what's with the question mark after CTN1? Is there an error in the evaluation?"

Zhu Xingxing explained, "It is indeed a perfect score. When I evaluated this young man named Gu Cheng, my initial impression was that he had very strong ball control and his technique was extremely rare. Every return shot was of extremely high quality, so I gave him a perfect score without thinking."

"Then why is there a question mark after CTN1?"

"Because that kid is too freakish. You didn't see it, but he can hit the line with every single ball. With that kind of skill, let alone a fourteen or fifteen-year-old kid, even if you bring over those professional players, they probably couldn't do it."

"so?"

"So I think... CTN1 level doesn't actually match his strength."

"You think it's a mismatch, but there's no higher level in the CTN rating assessment. Do you want the headquarters to add a new CTN rating?"

The president said very decisively, "Let's not talk about whether it's possible or not, and there's no need to. Let's just assume he's CTN1 level. As long as it won't affect his participation in various competitions, that's fine. Besides, if this boy named Gu Cheng wants to play professionally, then UTR will be more suitable for him."

"Ahem~" Zhu Xingxing coughed lightly. Although UTR points can indeed more accurately and comprehensively show a player's strength and condition, CTN is, after all, something he created himself and is in line with international standards. As the president, is it a bit inappropriate to say this?
"What are you coughing for?"

The president immediately saw what Zhu Xingxing was thinking and said irritably, "Compared to UTR points, which take into account actual combat, CTN level evaluation is relatively rigid and cannot fully reflect the player's strength. I'm not wrong."

Zhu Xingxing coughed twice more. "You didn't say that during the previous meeting. You kept saying that the CTN level assessment was no less than that of UTR. How come you're saying now that it's not as comprehensive as UTR?"

……

When Gu Cheng came out carrying his racket, he immediately noticed Xia Zhitong sitting in the corner of the hall reading a book.

Sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, casting a warm golden glow on her face. The air around her seemed to be filled with a faint floral fragrance, mingled with the fresh scent unique to autumn. With each movement, her slender neck turned slightly, like the most graceful deer in the forest.

He walked over quickly.

Hearing the noise, Xia Zhitong frowned slightly, then gently raised her eyes. When she saw that it was Gu Cheng approaching her, the slight frown disappeared instantly. She handed Gu Cheng an energy drink that she had bought at some point.

Gu Cheng was slightly taken aback, then took the scream and drank two sips.

Then, Xia Zhitong handed over another bottle of red liquor and screamed, "Can't open it?"

Xia Zhitong nodded slightly, but was met with a skeptical look from Gu Cheng. A genius girl who has been practicing Sanda since elementary school and can also play tennis, let alone killing someone with her small fists, she should have no problem unscrewing a bottle cap, right?
Gu Cheng had a hunch in his heart, feeling that although this little girl seemed a bit dull, she was actually quite good at acting.

But he couldn't say it directly, so he just unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it over: "Why don't you drink this instead?" Gu Cheng pointed to the bottle in his hand.

In the past, Gu Cheng would never have asked the girl if she wanted to drink what he had drunk, but after a while, he got used to it and stopped caring so much.

Xia Zhitong treats him like a brother, so what's there for him to be shy about?

Xia Zhitong took the red bottle and screamed as she looked at him.

Gu Cheng had no choice but to explain, "Only the green bottle of Scream is good. The others... well, they taste weird. Anyway, I don't like them."

"Try it."

"Then give it a try."

Xia Zhitong tilted her head back, her fair little hands gently applying pressure as she sucked on the food, her long, fair swan neck almost completely exposed.

Gollum~
A small sip of red scream went down her throat through her mouth, and the strange taste immediately made the girl's delicate brows furrow slightly.

"I told you it tasted awful, but you didn't believe me."

Gu Cheng took the red bottle from her hand and then handed her his own.

Xia Zhitong took a sip and smiled slightly: "Delicious."

"As long as it tastes good."

Gu Cheng's gaze swept silently across her face. He thought to himself that he had lived in several worlds and was mentally in his thirties or forties, yet he never expected to be secretly watching a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl.

"Are you hungry?"

"go to eat?"

"I want to eat a hamburger."

"Row."

Have you decided where to go this afternoon?

Xia Zhitong pointed to the cluster of buildings not far away: "There."

Gu Cheng looked over: "The stadium?"

"Ah."

"Alright, it's nice to walk around there."

Because the stadium is located near the suburbs, the surrounding environment is quite nice. Parents often bring their children to play here on weekends, so it doesn't feel deserted; in fact, it can be quite lively.

Xia Zhitong had never been to a bustling city or joined in the excitement since she was a child, so she might have a slight longing for this kind of environment.

After finishing their meal, the two walked along the trail to the stadium.

……

Zhai Qing hurriedly got off the bus with her racket on her back and saw Lin Huaiman waving at her from afar.

"Wyman, didn't you never play tennis before? Why are you suddenly learning to play tennis?"

Zhai Qing likes to play tennis, and usually goes to the gym to play a couple of rounds on weekends when she has nothing to do. Last night, when she received a QQ message from Lin Huaiman, she was stunned for a long time because in her memory, Lin Huaiman did not play tennis.

He is not even interested in any sport.

This sudden invitation to play tennis really surprised her for a long time.

It wasn't until I learned from a classmate that Gu Cheng, a student at Ningbo No. 1 Middle School, had won the men's singles title at the National Middle School Tennis Championships thanks to his outstanding performance.

Considering that Lin Huaiman had transferred to another school, she seemed to have thought of something, a mischievous glint in her eyes: "Could it be because of Gu Cheng?"

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