Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 122 Dad really likes this boy

"Dad, look."

"What are you looking at?"

"news."

"What news?"

"Tennis is related to my junior high school classmate."

"A junior high school classmate?"

Zhai Qing hadn't expected her father to have such a bad memory, so she had to remind him, "It's the one who played doubles with Dean Qi at Grandpa Wang's birthday party last time."

Zhai Jincheng suddenly realized: "It's Brother Gu Cheng! Didn't you say he went to compete in the ITF Junior Tournament? With Brother Gu Cheng's strength, he shouldn't be bad. Even if he doesn't win any championships, making it to the top four shouldn't be a problem."

Zhai Jincheng still had a deep impression of Gu Cheng. Although they hadn't exchanged many words, Gu Cheng's performance in the doubles match that day really impressed everyone, including Zhai Jincheng.

He's on par with many professional players in China.

Especially those amazing ball skills, they were absolutely dazzling.

Upon hearing this, Zhai Qing immediately looked displeased: "Dad, they've already won two or three ITF junior tournaments, and you're talking about the semifinals? Your information is way outdated!"

Zhai Jincheng's mouth dropped open: "Didn't he just start competing in the ITF Junior Championships? He's already won two or three tournaments?"

Although Zhai Jincheng enjoys playing tennis, he doesn't know much about tennis tournaments.

Zhai Qing, on the other hand, had been involved in tennis since childhood, and her coach would occasionally mention these things, so she knew a bit about them. She explained, "If the ITF junior tournaments are arranged properly, you can definitely play two or three tournaments a month."

"It's like how the SAKL OPEN Junior Tournament can seamlessly connect to the Bellevue Cup right after it ends."

"The Bellevue Cup?" Another new ranking has touched upon Zhai Jincheng's blind spot.

Zhai Qing explained, "The Bellevue Cup is one of the ITF Junior Circuit events, but it's different from the competitions Gu Cheng has played before. The Bellevue Cup is a Level 1 event. If he can win the singles and doubles championships, he can get 700 or 800 points in total. At that time, Gu Cheng's ITF Junior Circuit ranking can directly break into the world's top 100."

"So this is already in the world's top 100?"

Zhai Jincheng looked surprised: "I don't think anyone from China has ever broken into the world's top 100 yet?"

Zhai Qing explained helplessly, "Those are ATP tournament points, which are different from ITF Junior Circuit ranking points. ITF Junior Circuit is specifically for junior tournaments, and no matter how high your ranking points are, you can't directly play in ATP tournaments."

"Oh."

Zhai Jincheng wasn't very interested, but he did say with some surprise, "Gu Cheng is amazing. He's already broken into the top 100 in the youth world in such a short time."

"That's not all."

Zhai Qing said with a hint of pride, "He has already played a match against Federer. Although the rallies were quite long, he still won against the King of Tennis."

"Gu Cheng beat Federer?" Even Zhai Jincheng, who wasn't particularly interested, couldn't help but gape and hurriedly went to Zhai Qing: "The news you just mentioned..."

"Yes, it's the trending topic that Gu Cheng beat Federer."

Zhai Jincheng took Zhai Qing's phone and started looking at it. The more he looked, the brighter his eyes became: "This... this can also win?!"

Zhai Jincheng's eyes widened, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.

He quickly swiped the screen, and headlines jumped out at him: "Prodigy Upsets Federer!", "Chinese Rising Star Shocks the Tennis World!", "Gu Cheng: 15-Year-Old Defeats Legendary Future Star!"

"Holy crap... this can't be real, right?" he muttered to himself, his fingers trembling slightly, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Gu Cheng... he actually beat Federer?" He turned to Zhai Qing, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Could Federer have thrown the game or something?"

Zhai Qing pursed her lips: "You're overthinking it. That was a proper official match, decided by a single point, a long and drawn-out battle, and Gu Cheng even managed to turn the tide and win, which surprised even Federer."

Zhai Jincheng opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time. He looked down and continued watching the video, seeing Gu Cheng running and hitting the ball on the court. "Damn..." he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, his tone filled with complex emotions, "That's too intense!"

As he watched, he muttered to himself, "I always thought he was just... well, at most a kid with some talent... but this is too exaggerated! He can even beat Federer? That's Federer!"

After being lost in thought for a while, Zhai Jincheng suddenly looked at Zhai Qing and smiled slightly: "My daughter is getting more and more beautiful."

Who doesn't love beauty?

What's more, it was her own father praising her like that, so Zhai Qing's lips immediately curled up: "Of course, you should know whose daughter she is."

Zhai Jincheng rubbed his hands together: "Um... Gu Cheng was your junior high school classmate?"

"Well, what happened?"

"Dad, you're not thinking of asking Gu Cheng to play basketball, are you?"

Zhai Jincheng waved his hand: "No, why would I ask him to play ball? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?"

"Then why are you asking this?"

Zhai Jincheng smiled broadly: "Get in touch with them more often. You're classmates and you both like tennis, so you have common topics to discuss."

Zhai Qing was taken aback, and her face immediately turned red: "Dad, what are you saying? I'm still young."

"I didn't ask you to do anything. What's wrong with chatting with your classmates?"

Zhai Qing looked bitter. She did want to, but the thought of that perfect face deflated her like a punctured balloon.

Seeing that his daughter didn't speak, Zhai Jincheng patted her shoulder: "Your dad really likes such an outstanding child."

Zhai Qing became increasingly depressed.

I'm only fifteen!
Are you my biological father?

Zhai Qing returned to her room dejectedly, and after thinking for a while, she finally forwarded the news to her WeChat Moments: "Congratulations to Gu Cheng!"

……

"Have you got a meal yet?"

What did you eat for dinner?

"I read a really good book, shall I buy it and send it to you?"

"By the way, you've been in Ningbo for so long now, are you getting used to it?"

"My parents said they're going to Ningbo for two days next weekend. Are you free? I just bought you a little gift, but I don't know if you'll like it."

Lin Huaiman looked at the greeting sent by a boy named Zhou Ming on her phone, a smug smile appearing on her face. After thinking for a moment, she finally replied with a few words: "We'll see!"

She always adhered to one truth regarding boys.

Don't be too enthusiastic; replying with just a word or two occasionally is the greatest favor you can do for them.

After sending the message, Lin Huaiman was about to throw her phone aside when Zhou Ming sent another message: "When are you free? Maybe I'll wait until you're free to go."

"I really don't know, mainly because I've been under a lot of academic pressure lately."

"Then you should get some rest and not stay up late. Staying up late is bad for your health."

Lin Huaiman smiled, didn't reply, and started browsing her WeChat Moments.

(End of this chapter)