Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 52: Obtain all honors?
Like most parents, Yuan Hongxia loves to hear others praise her son; it makes her feel as sweet as if she'd eaten honey.

In particular, several hospital leaders tagged her, saying, "Hongxia, your son plays tennis so well! How about we invite him out for a game?"

@Yuan Hongxia: "Dean Qi plays tennis quite well, but unfortunately, we are not very good at it. He never gets to play to his heart's content when he plays with Dean Qi. It's good that Dean Qi has a good partner now."

Yuan Hongxia covered her mouth and laughed heartily; this made her even happier than when she got a promotion and a raise.

Just as she was about to put down her phone and go take a shower, someone tagged her again: "I've already reserved it. When your son is free, we can play a couple of games together."

"By the way, is your son planning to become a professional gamer?"

It's Dean Qi.

Yuan Hongxia quickly typed a reply on her phone: "It seems like he does have that plan. He's going to Shenzhen in a few days to play in the Australian Open wildcard tournament, but I don't know much about it. I'll ask him later."

“I’ve heard of the Australian Open wildcard tournament. It seems like a lot of players who want to go professional sign up. The opponents are all quite strong. If your son can get a ranking or something, he’ll be amazing in the future.”

"Speaking of which, I'm actually getting a little itchy to play. I'll ask your son to play a couple of rounds later."

Yuan Hongxia: "Please let me know when you want to call, Dean."

Dean Qi: "Let's take your son's schedule as the standard. If he really wants to pursue a professional career, he won't have that much time."

The hospital leaders were chatting in the group chat, but no one else dared to speak, and soon they fell silent.

Qi Yuanchun sat on the sofa watching TV, casually clicked on a news link and read it for a while, then called the vice president in charge of personnel: "The position of head nurse of the department hasn't been decided yet, right?"

"If nothing's decided yet, you can consider Yuan Hongxia."

The vice dean in charge of personnel was also in the group and naturally saw the conversation between Qi Yuanchun and Yuan Hongxia. He immediately smiled and said, "Not yet. We just can't find a suitable candidate. We've thought about several people who are quite capable, and we've been struggling with the decision for a long time. But you have a discerning eye. Yuan Hongxia's abilities are indeed more outstanding. So why don't we choose her?"

"Ah."

Yuan Hongxia probably never expected that by casually showing off her son, she would unexpectedly land the position of head nurse in the department.

……

Yuan Hongxia mentioned playing ball to Gu Cheng, but Gu Cheng didn't mind. He thought it was fine to play ball with his mother's boss's boss if he had time.

"But I'm busy lately. I have to go to the Australian Open wildcard tournament in a while. I'll have some free time after this tournament is over."

"It's alright, Dean Qi also said that your schedule will be the standard."

"But son, from what you're saying, there are other tournaments after the Australian Open wildcard tournament?"

Yuan Hongxia was unfamiliar with professional tennis matches and thought that after the Australian Open wildcard tournament, she could basically rest for a long time.

Gu Zhenhai took a sip of water, looked at his wife who was looking at him with a surprised expression, and thought for a moment but decided not to say anything, lest he only cause more trouble.

Gu Cheng didn't elaborate, only casually saying, "It's not decided yet, we'll talk about it after the Australian Open wildcard tournament."

Yuan Hongxia nodded blankly. She didn't understand these things, so she just asked a question and then turned to chat with her old best friend.

While his mother was smiling broadly on the sofa, Gu Cheng and his father, Gu Zhenhai, went to the balcony together.

Gu Zhenhai held a cigarette that was almost half-burned between his fingers, and after a long silence, he said, "Looks like you've already made up your mind?"

"Well, it's decided."

"I won't ask too many questions. I watched your match, and to be honest, I still can't believe you play tennis so well. But none of that matters. If you really decide to go pro, it might affect your studies, and once..."

Gu Zhenhai paused for a moment before saying, "Forget about that. Since you've already made up your mind, just tell us if you need money."

"Dad, don't worry, your son is stronger than you think."

"talk……"

Gu Zhenhai glanced at his son with a hint of suspicion. He wanted his son to be more modest and not make such boastful statements, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

He even gave a sly laugh, saying, "A real man has to have confidence. Your mother and I are both off tomorrow, so let's have a couple of drinks tonight. We might not see each other more than a few times a year from now on." Yuan Hongxia didn't know any of this and thought that playing professionally meant going on a business trip in China for a few days and then coming back in a couple of days.

But that's not actually the case. Tennis is essentially an aristocratic sport. When you're playing professionally, you're basically flying around all year round in order to accumulate enough points to participate in ATP events.

Today they fly to one competition, and a few days later they fly to another place for another competition.

This is why playing professional tennis requires a wealthy family background; without money, you can't even afford a plane ticket, let alone play in a match.

Many families even have parents quit their jobs to accompany their children on their professional gaming careers around the world.

But despite spending the money, very few people can actually play in ATP tournaments and make a living or even earn money by playing professional tennis.

They only saw those who were eating meat, but not those who were being beaten.

In fact, over 90% of professional tennis players are the ones who get beaten.

“There are some things I don’t understand. Your mother and I… really just hope that you can get into university smoothly, and then get married. We don’t ask for great wealth or status, we just hope that our family can be safe and sound, and that we can sit at the same table and eat a hot meal together during holidays…”

"Dad, don't worry. Once I've won all the Grand Slam titles, the Masters, and the Finals, I'll retire. I won't keep playing forever."

Gu Zhenhai: "..."

The Grand Slam, Masters, and Finals – most people would be lucky to win just one of these titles. To win all of them, what level of professional player would you need to be?

Federer?
Djokovic?

Nadal?
Even these people wouldn't dare say they could collect all the honors in just a few years!
However, Gu Zhenhai didn't say these words, and the father and son fell silent. Gu Zhenhai also stopped mentioning professional matches, as if everything had been forgotten at this moment.

Gu Cheng slept soundly that night.

Returning home feels like returning to the warmest harbor.

When I woke up in the morning, I heard my mother, Yuan Hongxia, making breakfast. My father, Gu Zhenhai, was sitting on the sofa listening to the radio and drinking freshly brewed tea.

After finishing his meal, Gu Cheng took his ID card and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Gu Cheng, play with me." It was a message from Xia Zhitong.

Gu Cheng immediately replied: "I have to go to the Tennis Association this morning for a CTN level assessment, so I'll do it this afternoon."

"Together."

"It might be boring."

"not boring."

Seeing Xia Zhitong say that, Gu Cheng sent her the tennis association's address before going out and taking the bus.

When Gu Cheng arrived, Xia Zhitong was already waiting at the door.

"thirsty."

"Then I'll go buy you Wahaha."

"I want a Coke."

"No, you can only drink Wahaha."

Gu Cheng decisively refused Xia Zhitong's request, and then bought himself a bottle of cola. However, under Xia Zhitong's expectant gaze, the girl ended up holding the nearly half-finished cola and sipping it.

Looking at the girl's high nose bridge and full cherry lips, Gu Cheng was inexplicably moved, as if something had struck him.

(End of this chapter)