Now that I've been reborn, I have to play tennis!

Chapter 4 gave the foreign teacher a little shock.
After enduring two consecutive English classes, Meng Hao then endured two consecutive physics classes before finally finishing his morning classes.

To be honest, these courses in the second and third years of high school are really tough to get through.

Even the top students in the class occasionally show signs of fatigue.

Meng Hao first went to the cafeteria to eat with his deskmate. Speaking of Yan Cong, he was really engrossed in reading the novel!
While top students eat with their textbooks, this kid eats with a novel in his hand.

So it's no wonder that top students can get into 985 universities, and it's no wonder that this kid can get into Qidian Wanding in the future!
Meng Hao carefully observed his surroundings and really missed the cafeteria from his high school days.

The prices are cheap, the dishes are plentiful, and the taste is decent.

High school students study hard, exercise a lot, and their bodies are still developing, so the food in the cafeteria tastes incredibly delicious.

After a quick lunch, Meng Hao went to a newly built tennis court on campus.

This tennis court was built the year before last, when he was a freshman in high school, taking advantage of the momentum of Li Na winning the French Open.

In the summer of 2011, the red of Roland Garros Stadium in Paris, France, swept across China.

Li Na's victory at the French Open was a landmark moment in the history of Chinese sports, and major media outlets reported it on their front pages.

Finally, a Chinese athlete has won one of the four most prestigious and historic tennis Grand Slam titles.

Of course, some reporters will seize the opportunity to ask: Where are our male players? Alas, there's a surplus of women over men!

Let alone winning the championship, it's very difficult to even get into the main draw, while the four Grand Slam tennis tournaments have a total of 128 main draw spots.

Meng Hao looked at the blue hard court in front of him, which was empty, while the basketball court next door was packed with people.

Do you remember what the principal said back then?

This newly built tennis court was not only to celebrate Li Na's French Open victory, but also to promote tennis on campus, which is why a considerable amount of funding was applied for.

Although that sounds nice, two years have passed and there seems to be no progress at all.

Usually, only a few physical education teachers or foreign teachers come here to play tennis.

Anyone who wants to come in is refused entry unless they know the school leaders.

Meng Hao sat for a while and was about to leave when he saw several people carrying tennis rackets walking over.

Two of them were foreign teachers, he vaguely remembered them; the man was from Switzerland and the woman was from Norway. The other one turned out to be his homeroom teacher, his English teacher, Yu Fang.

"Meng Hao?" Yu Fang was also surprised to see the student. "What are you doing at the tennis court? Shouldn't you be playing basketball?"

For high school students of this age, basketball is their favorite sport!

The boys in the class, even the top students, would all rush to the basketball court whenever they had free time.

The boys absolutely love basketball!

Of course, she's different.

Yu Fang believes that as an English teacher, she must have an international perspective.

Therefore, an international sport like tennis, which also has social and aristocratic attributes, is more suitable for me, and I can also play with a foreign coach.

"Teacher... I like playing tennis, so I came here to see if there are any like-minded people!" Meng Hao said very directly.

He stared at the tennis rackets in the hands of those people, his eyes darting around as if he were plotting something.

This prestigious high school is semi-closed, and students need to ask for permission to leave the school at noon. Meng Hao originally planned to withdraw his savings after school and then buy a tennis racket.

"You can play tennis?" Teacher Yu asked incredulously. "Are you sure it's tennis, not table tennis?"

Homeroom teacher, you can look down on my academic performance, but you absolutely cannot look down on my tennis skills!
“I can play table tennis, and I can play tennis!” Meng Hao raised an eyebrow and said seriously.

The male foreign teacher seemed to understand some Chinese as well, and asked, "Does this young man know how to play tennis? That's great, let's play a game. This is the first high school student I've met in China who knows how to play tennis."

He is a tennis enthusiast, and before coming to China to become a foreign coach, he specifically researched the level of tennis in China.

Tennis is very popular in Switzerland, and Switzerland has produced tennis superstars such as Federer, Hingis, and Wawrinka.

But Switzerland is a small country after all. If you look at the top 1000 professional tennis players, whether men or women, Switzerland has far fewer players than China. China should be a tennis powerhouse, right?

But after he arrived in this third-tier city, he found that there were very few people who could play tennis. The high school boys seemed to prefer playing basketball, and none of them knew how to play tennis.

"Oh, Roger, don't listen to his bragging. I've never seen him play tennis." Even though the foreign teacher clearly understands some Chinese, this homeroom teacher still insists on showing off her English.

Oh, his name is Roger too, and he's Swiss!

"Roger is a top amateur player in Switzerland. He even practiced with Federer at the same club when he was young!" the homeroom teacher said with some pride. "But his name is Roger, not Federer."

The foreign coach, Roger, asked Meng Hao expectantly in broken Chinese, "Young man, do you really know how to play tennis?"

"Of course!" Meng Hao gave a confident smile. "I played very well. If you're just an amateur expert, it would be very difficult for you to beat me."

The female foreign teacher exclaimed excitedly, "Roger, you guys should have a go! Every time I see that smug look on your face after you beat me, I want to punch you. What's so great about beating a woman!"

"Go for it, handsome guy!"

"Defeat that arrogant Swiss guy!"

Yu Fang rolled her eyes: "Mina, don't listen to his bragging! Boys this age love to brag. I've never seen him play tennis. He can't even beat the two of us!"

The female foreign teacher named Mina replied, "No, I think this boy's eyes are very clear and innocent, he doesn't seem to be lying."

what is this?
A female foreign teacher kept speaking up for her, while her homeroom teacher kept belittling her.

Meng Hao walked directly up to the female foreign coach and said with a smile, "Beautiful lady, could I borrow your tennis racket for a moment? I promise you won't be disappointed."

"Uh... of course!" The female foreign teacher handed the tennis racket to Meng Hao.

This was the first time a Chinese boy had ever complimented her on her looks, and she felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

Although the female foreign teacher was somewhat attractive, Meng Hao found her pleasing to the eye mainly because she was kind-hearted.

Meng Hao took the tennis racket and immediately began swinging it in place.

He swung the ball 10 times in total, hitting it with his forehand and backhand.

Sure enough, the attribute panel showed that there were still 290 swings left.

"Wow, those movements are very professional!" the male foreign teacher exclaimed.

"That swing was so cool!" the female foreign teacher exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Meng Hao's homeroom teacher was shocked; his movements were far more standard than hers.

"You can serve first!" the male foreign coach generously said. "We'll play three games, and you'll have two opportunities to serve."

He decided to act like a gentleman in front of the two ladies.

"I'll serve first?" Meng Hao took the tennis ball. "Then you'd better be ready!"

He walked straight to the baseline, holding a racket in one hand and slowly hitting the tennis ball with the other.

That movement looks very professional.

The male foreign teacher, holding rackets in both hands, stood on the other side of the baseline, intently staring at his opponent.

Meng Hao tossed the green tennis ball high into the air, bent his knees, pushed off the ground, and swung his racket!
The ball wasn't very fast, but it had a strong external spin.

The male foreign coach ran quite a distance off the field in an attempt to catch the ball, but still couldn't reach it.

Ace!
That means the opponent didn't even touch the ball, that's called an ace.

The female foreign teacher watching from the sidelines exclaimed, "Oh my god!"

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(End of this chapter)