Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 46 You're still not satisfied with hitting two balls at the same time?

When Gu Cheng walked out of the buffet restaurant, he felt that his stomach had grown bigger and he was quite full.

He was very satisfied.

"You really like eating meat, which is a good thing, but actually I suggest... I mean, I suggest!"

Zhou Yuan emphasized that he was only suggesting: "You should still eat vegetables occasionally, and make sure your food is well-balanced and nutritious."

"I've got it." Gu Cheng smiled slightly at him.

Actually, he wasn't particularly fond of meat; it's just that in the world of Prince of Tennis, he had been staying with the family of a child he had just met. That family wasn't wealthy, and Gu Cheng had to go out every week to teach the child how to play tennis as a supplement.

But unlike reality, the coach's fees in that world were not high, barely enough to make a living.

As a result, he actually didn't eat meat very often.

Of course, this is not just related to whether a family is wealthy or not.

After all, that country was primarily vegetarian in the past, and its history of eating meat was only a little over a hundred years. It is a nation with a special affection for vegetarianism.

But China is different.

The Chinese are perhaps the earliest people in the world to consciously consume meat. During the pre-Qin period, their ancestors were already skilled at domesticating livestock, and by the Spring and Autumn period, eating meat had become a widespread consensus.

Even in the "Discourses of the States: Discourses of Chu", there is a record of the social hierarchy in terms of eating meat at that time.

The emperor ate three kinds of sacrificial animals, the feudal lords ate beef, the ministers ate mutton, the high officials ate pork, and the scholars ate fish. As for ordinary people, they could also eat meat in good years when the harvest was plentiful. Our neighbors, on the other hand, could truly be said to have been vegetarian for a thousand years.

Chinese people are inherently unable to resist meat.

Having eaten vegetarian food for most of the past six years, my soul is not quite at the point where the smell of vegetarian food makes me want to vomit, but it's not far off.

Now that I'm back in my original world, the instinct I have to eat more meat is to see it.

Seeing that Gu Cheng seemed to have taken it to heart, Zhou Yuan stopped talking and said with a smile, "If nothing unexpected happens, you should be the champion of the boys' singles at this National Middle School Tennis Championships."

"Ah."

Gu Cheng nodded calmly.

Zhou Yuan thought Gu Cheng would be very excited, but to his surprise, Gu Cheng was calmer than he had imagined.

Zhou Yuan was somewhat unwilling: "Don't you have anything to say?"

"Have."

Gu Cheng looked at him seriously: "When are we going to Mianzhou?"

Zhou Yuan was speechless for a moment, but still replied, "Three days later."

"By the way, there's one more thing I'd like to ask you."

"You say."

Why must we challenge Yu Haoyang today?

Gu Cheng said, "It won't be a waste of time. I plan to practice this afternoon. If we play in the knockout stage, there won't be time after seven or eight rounds."

"Um, coach, could you spare one of the indoor courts for me to practice on?"

If it were anyone else making this request, Zhou Yuan would probably retort with a question like, "Who gave you the audacity?" But since it was Gu Cheng who made the request, he smiled broadly and said, "I'll call the others right now, and you can just go there in a bit."

"Thank you."

Zhou Yuan smiled slightly. What a polite child!

……

After dinner, Gu Cheng accompanied Zhou Yuan on a walk from the hotel to the stadium. They walked around the stadium twice to digest the steak and pork knuckle they had eaten. Then, guided by Zhou Yuan, they arrived at the indoor court.

Compared to the tennis courts, the facilities at the sports center are more comprehensive. Gu Cheng even saw several ball-serving machines for individual practice.

This gave Gu Cheng, who was previously worried about not having anyone to practice with, a bright idea in mind. With a ball-serving machine, he could complete some of the corresponding training by himself.

"Coach, does this ball-serving machine work?" "Yes."

"Can I set the number of serves per session?"

It works in the Prince of Tennis world, but Gu Cheng doesn't know if it works in the stadium, so he plans to ask first.

Zhou Yuan looked at Gu Cheng with a puzzled expression: "It is possible, but generally no one uses this function."

After saying that, seeing Gu Cheng looking at him, he had no choice but to explain, "Launching several balls at the same time would be a waste. When the ball speed is set to be relatively fast, it is difficult to catch even one ball, let alone launch several balls at the same time."

"There were some arrogant guys who thought they were very good and practiced with two balls at the same time. In the end, they didn't improve their backswing speed, but they injured themselves quite badly. I heard that they were even hospitalized. In the end, the stadium even compensated them for part of their medical expenses."

"In the end, the stadium disabled the function of launching multiple balls at the same time."

At this point, Zhou Yuan suddenly looked up: "But why are you asking this?"

Gu Cheng looked at him seriously: "Can you turn it on? I like to practice launching multiple tennis balls at the same time for backswing and return shots."

Zhou Yuan was startled upon hearing this and firmly refused, saying, "I can meet all your other requests, but not this one. It's too dangerous. One wrong move and you could hurt yourself. Spending money on treatment is a small matter; don't let it leave a lasting health problem and ruin your career."

Gu Cheng said with a relaxed expression, "It's okay. I've been training like this since my third year of training."

Zhou Yuan felt that he was lying and blatantly deceiving him, but he had no evidence.

In his third year of training, let's say he started playing tennis at six years old, so he was only nine.

How can a nine-year-old child who is only in the third grade practice receiving multiple serves simultaneously using a ball machine?
He's not out of his mind.

But Zhou Yuan couldn't bear to refuse Gu Cheng's sincere expression. After hesitating for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with feigned regret, "I would like to, but it takes a long time to unban this thing after it's been banned, and the staff member in charge of it isn't working today. How about... next time? I'll have someone come and unban it in advance when you need to use it next time."

"That's it..."

Gu Cheng was somewhat disappointed. A single serve was only good for warming up. To achieve a training effect, he needed to serve at least three balls at the same time.

Zhou Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at that moment, Gu Cheng suddenly pointed to the three ball machines placed in a row and said, "Coach, I suddenly thought of a way. If we put the three ball machines in the same row and turn them on at the same time, wouldn't that be the same as launching three tennis balls at the same time?"

Zhou Yuan's smile vanished abruptly.

Not only did he fail to stop it, but Zhou Yuan ended up being the one carrying the ball machines. In the end, looking at the three ball machines placed near the baseline, Zhou Yuan was on the verge of tears.

Who the hell would have thought of that!
By the time he came to his senses, Gu Cheng had already set up the automatic serve mode, adjusting the start time to thirty seconds, and then he quickly ran to the other side of the court with his racket.

Zhou Yuan subconsciously stepped back to the side.

"Puff puff!"

Just as Zhou Yuan took two steps back, the silent indoor court suddenly echoed with the sound of wind breaking, and three yellow beams of light flew towards Gu Cheng.

Gu Cheng quickly swung his racket, aiming precisely at where the tennis ball was coming from.

clap clap!

Two consecutive sounds of hitting the ball rang out, and the tennis ball flew back to the opposite court in an instant. The remaining ball hit the wall behind Gu Cheng and bounced back.

"Only two balls?"

Gu Cheng frowned, but quickly figured out the reason: the five-dimensional attributes of this body were still quite different from those of the body in the Prince of Tennis world.

You can tell from the speed of the initial shot.

Otherwise, with his strength, he could probably take on four or five at the same time, let alone three.

But now, they can only retaliate with two.

However, when his slightly dissatisfied murmur reached Zhou Yuan's ears, it made Zhou Yuan feel a chill run down his spine.

What do you mean by "only two balls"?

You're still not satisfied after two shots?

(End of this chapter)