Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 78 My Son Appeared on CCTV? (5k)

Are they in love?

The temperature in Shenzhen was quite pleasant today, but for some reason, Lin Bin's heart felt ice-cold, as if someone had forcibly stuffed a block of ice into it, and his flowing blood was about to freeze.

The first thing Lin Bin thought when he saw Xia Zhitong in the stands was that she was beautiful, incredibly beautiful. She was the most beautiful and outstanding girl he had ever seen, without a doubt.

At that time, countless boys were secretly watching each other.

Several of the bolder ones even went up to ask for her contact information, but without exception, they were all rejected by that aloof face.

After a while, no one dared to ask for their contact information anymore.

With a tall and imposing female bodyguard sitting next to the girl, even those with ulterior motives dared not approach.

Lin Bin regretted not asking for her contact information, but by the time he realized it, the girl had already disappeared.

I kept turning around to make sure the girl had really left the scene.

He even thought to himself that since so many boys had been rejected, he probably had no chance either.

Adding to that Qi Yun's later comment about "a Chanel bag worth sixty or seventy thousand," the last vestige of thought in their minds vanished without a trace. That kind of girl had nothing to do with ordinary people like them.

However, all men are despicable.

The more unattainable something is, the more desirable it seems, and the more it feels like the most beautiful white moonlight in one's heart.

But when he saw the beautiful girl who had rejected countless boys now offering Gu Cheng a drink with a sweet and obedient expression, and a smile appearing on her cool face, he realized that she wasn't aloof at all; she was just aloof towards people like them. In front of the person she liked, the cool and beautiful girl could also transform into the most gentle and lovely person.

He looked at the girl in the distance. Although her aura of being somewhat unapproachable remained, her eyes were now sparkling with a glimmer of light, as if the whole world consisted only of her and Gu Cheng.

Lin Bin felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked at Gu Cheng with a complicated expression, then smiled wryly at Qi Yun: "Coach, how come the same person always gets all the good things?"

Qi Yun said leisurely, "Maybe they're just more outstanding!"

Lin Bin: "..."

I shouldn't have asked.

"Let's go!"

"what?"

"They've all seen it, it wouldn't be right not to go up and say hello, would it?"

Lin Bin smiled wryly: "You're rubbing salt into my wounds."

Qi Yun snorted, "We haven't even started, so how could there be any wounds?"

Lin Bin felt a tightness in his chest, and he was extremely frustrated.

However, he still followed Qi Yun upstairs.

"Gu Cheng, what's going on here?" Lin Bin frantically winked at Gu Cheng, "Your girlfriend?"

Gu Cheng turned around and said, "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. She and I are just ordinary friends."

Lin Bin looked incredulous.

Two ordinary friends sharing a bottle of beverage?
And she's such a beautiful girl.

Do you think I believe it or not?
Gu Cheng knew Lin Bin didn't believe him, but he didn't intend to explain anything further. They were just ordinary friends, and as for sharing a drink, who said ordinary friends couldn't do that?

Do you have to be a boyfriend or girlfriend to be able to do this?
……

The awards ceremony was held as scheduled in the afternoon.

The president of the local tennis association personally presented the award to Gu Cheng.

"Hello!"

"I've watched Gu Cheng's matches, and they really impressed me. Everyone says you're a cheat on the court. I hope you continue to work hard and bring glory to Chinese tennis."

Liu Ding patted Gu Cheng on the shoulder hard, his face full of praise and encouragement: "Your performance not only made all the spectators remember your name, but also made us, who have been involved in tennis for many years, feel sincerely proud."

"Keep up the good work, the future belongs to young people like you."

Gu Cheng was slightly taken aback, then gave a bright smile and replied, "Thank you for your encouragement and recognition. I will continue to work hard."

The audience immediately erupted in enthusiastic applause.

……

Ningbo.

A top-tier tertiary hospital.

The outpatient hall at this moment.

The TV hanging on the wall was broadcasting the live broadcast of the Australian Open wildcard tournament. Commentators Hu Li and Tong Xin were watching the award ceremony with great excitement. Many people in the hospital were attracted by the two's enthusiastic commentary and looked up at the screen.

Ding Lan works at the outpatient window of this top-tier hospital. She is usually responsible for registering and collecting fees from patients who come to the hospital. In the afternoon, the number of people coming to the hospital is significantly less than that in the morning, by at least 80%, and only two of the windows that were originally open are now open.

Ding Lan glanced at the time; it was her turn to hand over her shift. She stood up, gave up her seat, and then hung up the sign that said, "Please go to the next window for registration."

"Sister Wang, I'm logging off now. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay, you go."

Ding Lan drank a couple of sips of water and then left the registration room. As she passed through the outpatient registration hall, she was suddenly drawn to the awards ceremony being broadcast on the television in the hall.

She stood there for a while, then turned and went back to the large office.

Since it was afternoon, everyone was relatively free, and the office was full of people. Ding Lan sat down and said with a smile, "Kids these days are really amazing."

As soon as she said that, it caught the attention of several colleagues.

"What's wrong?" One of the women, who was about the same age as her, looked up.

Ding Lan explained with a smile, "When I was handing over my shift and passing through the outpatient hall, I saw a tennis awards ceremony on TV. The champion was a boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. Don't you think kids these days are amazing? Our kids are probably still playing in the mud at home, and he's already standing on the podium."

"You mean tennis? I've heard that more and more kids are learning tennis these days. I even went to the tennis hall a couple of days ago to check it out. But the coach there said that if you want to play professionally, you usually have to start learning at five or six years old."

"So early?"

Ding Lan looked stunned.

The woman said, "That's basically how it is. Families with money send their children abroad to study when they're eleven or twelve, so they can study and compete at the same time. They can win championships by the time they're fourteen or fifteen. They're probably preparing to become professional players."

Ding Lan was slightly puzzled: "Wouldn't that affect my studies?"

"Kids these days are different from us back then. They don't necessarily have to study. You can play tennis, basketball, or soccer..."

"That must cost a lot of money, right?"

Ding Lan swallowed hard.

"It costs a lot of money. When my child's coach asked us if we planned to let him play professionally, he said one thing: if we really want him to play professionally, the family will have to prepare at least several million yuan. Moreover, the parents may have to take time off work to accompany the child and travel all over the world. How can an average family afford that?"

"then you……"

The other person shook their head: "My family is just an ordinary family. We don't have that much money to support our child to play professionally. Even if we had that money, it's impossible to put all our hopes on playing professionally."

"Don't be fooled by how much money you can make playing professionally. It's only worth it if you achieve results. Without results, all the money you spend is just a waste of time."

Yes, that's right.

As the two were talking, the middle-aged woman sitting in the corner suddenly chimed in: "A relative of mine, his child started playing tennis in elementary school. When he was eleven or twelve, he started competing all over the country. He spent twenty or thirty yuan a year on food, drink, lodging and transportation. A couple of years ago, he was sent abroad to study, which cost about sixty or seventy yuan a year. After a few years, he had almost sold all of his houses. Last year, he even asked us for money. I didn't dare to lend him any. He's really too proud to admit his mistake and suffered for it. He squandered all his money."

The people who heard this were all speechless.

Millions of dollars just went down the drain like that?
These days, while there are many people with several million yuan in savings, it's rare to see someone throw it all away like this, even going bankrupt.

"It's a good thing you didn't lend it out. If you had, you might never have gotten it back."

"These days, never lend money. When you borrow money, you're treated like a grandson, but when you ask for it back, you have to swallow your pride and say all the nice things, and then the other person becomes the boss."

"Although it may seem a bit heartless, how much are human relationships worth anyway! If you can't get the money you lent out back, that's a real loss."

"Playing tennis is so expensive?"

"I was thinking of getting my kid to learn something, tennis looks pretty good, and I was even planning to enroll him, but now I'm thinking, maybe... forget it?"

The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "If it's just a hobby, then it's fine. It's just that renting a venue will cost some money, but it's not cheap. How much can it cost to play once or twice a week?"

"That's true."

"Actually, playing professionally can be quite lucrative, but if you don't achieve good results, then the money you invested at the beginning is really just wasted."

"Is Sister Yuan's child planning to go pro?"

At this point, more people joined the battle.

As the saying goes, three women make a drama, and with this room full of women entering the battlefield, the once quiet office instantly became bustling with activity. "Sister Yuan? You mean Head Nurse Yuan Hongxia?"

"Yeah! Who else could it be but her!"

"Yes, yes, I remember now. A few days ago, someone in the group posted a link that Sister Yuan's son won the National Middle School Tennis Championships boys' singles title. The dean even challenged her son to a match in the group."

"Didn't Sister Yuan mention that her son has been competing these past few days?"

"Yes, that's true. I heard Sister Xu mention it yesterday. I think it's called the Australian Open Wildcard Tournament."

"Australian Open wildcard tournament?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Lan suddenly stood up: "It seems that CCTV5 just broadcast the Australian Open wildcard tournament award ceremony."

"Live broadcast by CCTV? Is this competition that high-profile?"

"Goodness, is Sister Yuan's son going to be on TV?"

"I don't think so. If someone can get on CCTV's competition, then there must be a lot of experts. Sister Yuan's son is only fourteen or fifteen years old. He shouldn't be that good, right?"

"Didn't her son win the National High School Tennis Championship the week before last?"

"Can that be the same?"

"One of them didn't make any news, while the other was featured on CCTV. The difference in the scale of the two competitions is too great."

"Sister Xu is talking about the Australian Open wildcard tournament!"

Just as they finished speaking, Xu Yuanfang walked into the office with a stack of documents. Ding Lan, who had sharp eyes, spotted her and quickly asked, "Sister Xu, is Sister Yuan's son participating in the Australian Open wildcard tournament?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Why do you ask?"

Xu Yuanfang placed the documents on the desk next to her: "What, are you going to watch the game?"

Ding Lan shook her head and said, "No, I just saw on Channel 5 that they were broadcasting the Australian Open wildcard tournament awards ceremony when I passed through the outpatient hall. I heard them say that Sister Yuan's son participated in the Australian Open wildcard tournament, so I wanted to confirm with you."

"Wutai?"

CCTV?

"Correct."

"Her son participated in the Australian Open wildcard tournament."

"Did you see who won the award?" Xu Yuanfang asked.

Ding Lan thought for a moment and said, "I didn't look closely. I think his name is... something like Gu. I can't remember. He's a fourteen or fifteen-year-old kid, and he's pretty amazing."

Fourteen or fifteen years old.

Surname Gu...

Xu Yuanfang's mouth dropped open: "Yuan Hongxia's son's surname is Gu!"

No way?
Is he really Yuan Hongxia's son?

At that moment, everyone in the office was stunned.

My head was spinning, and my mind was buzzing with thoughts of Yuan Hongxia's son appearing on television, and even mentioning CCTV.

Just then, Yuan Hongxia rushed in: "Yuanfang, are the materials ready? They need to be submitted before we leave work."

Xu Yuanfang snapped out of her daze: "Hongxia, your son is on TV, and on CCTV no less."

Yuan Hongxia was stunned.

My son was on TV?
I do not know how?
Ding Lan realized what was happening and quickly turned on her computer to open Wu Ma's live stream. At that moment, the men's singles awards ceremony was playing. She pointed at the screen and shouted, "Sister Yuan, come and see, isn't this your son?"

Yuan Hongxia snapped out of her daze and immediately moved closer.

When she saw Gu Cheng standing on the high podium, accepting the medal and the cash prize, she was stunned.

"Is this my son?"

Yuan Hongxia was more bewildered than anyone else. How did my son end up on TV? And on CCTV no less?
"Sister Yuan, is he your son?"

"what?"

Yuan Hongxia snapped out of her daze and quickly said, "Yes! That's my son!"

Upon hearing this, Ding Lan's eyes lit up immediately: "Sister Yuan, your son is amazing! He's even on TV, and on CCTV! That's incredible. He's going to be something special in the future."

On the other side, the others seemed to be frozen in place.

The group looked at each other in bewilderment. Although they had seen the news posted by Xu Yuanfang in the group chat before, the tennis association seemed too far removed from their lives, and the middle school tennis championship was obviously a competition between students. But now things were different.

Not only did they win the championship and appear on television, but it was also on CCTV, which is the highest honor in the eyes of ordinary people.

How many families have children who can appear on CCTV when they are fourteen or fifteen years old?

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were the center of attention.

After a long while, someone finally realized what was happening and immediately showered Yuan Hongxia with praise.

"Wow, Sister Yuan, your son is amazing!"

"No wonder the dean said he wanted to play a couple of balls with your son. It turns out your son, Acheng, is such a good tennis player!"

"Awesome! Absolutely amazing!"

“Sister Yuan, I’ll have to find the live stream video online and show it to my son. This is the kind of person he should learn from.”

"You're going to have a good time from now on. I heard that there are a lot of prize money in tennis. Ah Cheng is still so young, and he already earns tens of thousands of yuan in one match. In the future, he'll earn hundreds of thousands or even millions!"

"Sister, you're underestimating it. Top-tier professional tennis tournaments offer prize money of at least tens of millions."

"Wow, so many? Does that mean you'll never have to worry about food and drink after winning a championship?"

"It's not as outrageous as you say, sister. Usually, there's a team involved, and the team's resources are also very high, but there's definitely half left."

"Several million, that's a lot. Many people can't earn that much in their entire lives."

The conversation flowed towards Yuan Hongxia like a tidal wave.

Yuan Hongxia was incredibly excited, but she modestly said, "No, no, it's not as exaggerated as you all say. My Acheng, he just plays casually, casually. He's not as good as you all say."

"If you can win a championship just by playing casually, what would you be like if you took it seriously?"

"Sister Yuan, how did your son Acheng learn tennis? How come he plays so well?"

Yuan Hongxia had no idea about any of this. She had never seen Gu Cheng play tennis before, though he did play basketball. But she smiled and said, "Hey, actually I didn't know either. A while ago, he suddenly told my husband that he wanted to go pro. You all know my husband. Although he's a bit rigid, he's very supportive of his son in this area. So I let him give it a try, and he won two championships right away."

"Sigh, let alone you guys, I'm still completely confused."

The conversation quickly turned to Yuan Hongxia, and everyone stepped forward to ask her about her secrets to raising children.

Ding Lan, who was standing next to her, excitedly took a screenshot on her computer: "No, no, I have to post it in the group so everyone can be happy."

As she spoke, she sent the screenshot to the group, along with the caption: "Sister Yuan's son is amazing. He won the championship a while ago and today he won the Australian Open wildcard tournament, all while CCTV broadcast it live."

Dean Qi is someone who really enjoys paying attention to group chats and also likes to give people "likes". In large groups, since all the leaders of the institute are present, very few people usually send messages.

Therefore, whenever someone sends a message in the group, he will rush to check it as soon as he has free time.

When he saw the picture posted by Ding Lan, he couldn't help but zoom in to take a closer look, and then forwarded it to the vice president in charge of personnel: "The Yuan family's son plays tennis really well."

At that very moment, in the vice president's office in charge of personnel, a middle-aged woman was complaining to him: "President Zhou, you promised me the position of head nurse before."

"I know about this. Please allow me to think about it."

Just as Vice President Zhou finished speaking, he suddenly received a message from President Qi. After glancing at it, his expression changed, and he looked at the other person seriously: "Xiao Chen, follow the organization's arrangements. Even if it's not you this time, it's not like you have no chance."

……

Large office.

Ding Lan left the group chat and suddenly looked at Yuan Hongxia: "Sister Yuan, I heard that playing tennis can affect studies. How are Acheng's grades?"

Yuan Hongxia had been keeping her son's 1025 points on the monthly exam, ranking first in his grade, to herself for days. She had wanted to tell him for a long time, but Old Gu had always told her not to. Now that Ding Lan had suddenly brought it up, she couldn't hold back any longer and immediately adopted a coy attitude: "This..."

When Ding Lan and the others saw this, they assumed that their grades were not good, and they were immediately embarrassed.

Ding Lan, in particular, gave an awkward smile: "If it's inconvenient for Sister Yuan to talk about it, then forget it. I was just asking casually."

"It's not that it's inconvenient to talk about it."

"I'll post it in the private group, you guys can see for yourselves!"

As Yuan Hongxia spoke, she posted the honor roll photo that Gu Cheng had sent her last time to the group chat, and several people opened it to take a look.

(End of this chapter)