Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 1 Returning to 2007, the Heed-the-Advice System

In May 2007, the weather was gradually getting warmer.

However, the boys on the playground were appearing much more frequently than in the spring.

It's not because they are resistant to sun exposure.

Those long, beautiful legs are truly captivating.

The girls who love sports changed into short skirts and shorts early on, making people dizzy.

"Have I been reborn?"

Jiang Hong slumped on the steps, rubbing his eyes hard, wondering if he was hallucinating from heatstroke.

But the faded white clothes he was wearing, the familiar playground in front of him, his still-muscular eight-pack abs, his hair that hadn't started falling out, and his handsome face that hadn't yet been worn down by life all screamed: this was for real.

Honestly, aside from his striking face, Jiang Hong is the epitome of a typical young man from a small town.

I got into a second-tier university and stubbornly chose "Marketing," a major that is rumored to lead to "unemployment upon graduation."

After graduation, I naturally went into sales, but unfortunately, I didn't have the eloquence to speak well, nor was I shameless enough to deceive people. After two months without making a single sale, I was "laid off" by the company.

After that, he changed jobs several times, but they were all bad experiences. Seeing that the internet industry was booming, he gritted his teeth and took out his savings of several years to enroll in a computer training course.

Back then, the industry was short of people, and he finally managed to earn over 10,000 yuan a month. But when colleges started producing computer science graduates in large numbers, he, the "wild programmer," was successfully "optimized" and sent into the workforce.

Just as Jiang Hong was pondering whether to return to his hometown to open a small shop and live a life of ease, or to persevere in the big city...

Suddenly, a screeching sound of brakes pierced my ears.

Looking up, he saw a hundred-ton truck rushing towards him, instantly becoming the other party's KPI.

At that moment, Jiang Hong had only one thought.

"Although I like anime, I don't like cosplaying as a speed bump!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was sitting on the university playground, back to being a freshman about to start summer vacation.

God has given me a second chance!

Back in 07, housing prices hadn't skyrocketed yet, opportunities were everywhere, and the whole world seemed to be pushing forward with all its might.

"You beast! Taking advantage of your seniors and juniors while teaching them ball!"

"Is this appropriate? This is not appropriate!"

Li Hua, the chubby guy next to him, stared at the upperclassmen teaching the girls how to serve, his teeth itching with envy, wishing he could rush over and shout.

"let me".

However, the chubby little guy misjudged that tennis wasn't what attracted girls.

Jiang Hong composed himself and turned to look at his roommate and frenemy, Li Hua.

That guy is a real friend. Back when I was at my lowest point, he was the only one who was willing to send me a message from time to time.

They even planned to support his elderly father for a month.

Seeing that Jiang Hong didn't respond, Li Hua became suspicious and turned his head, squinting his eyes: "Old Jiang, something's not right with you!"

What's wrong with me?

Jiang Hong's heart skipped a beat. Had this guy figured out that he had time-traveled?

"Hmph!" Li Hua tilted his head back smugly. "Usually your eyes are practically glued to your senior, but today you didn't glance at her even once. Something's wrong, nine-tenths wrong!"

Having his past exposed, even though society had hardened his skin considerably, Jiang Hong still blushed: "Slander! This is blatant slander! I was just learning tennis techniques, understand? Don't try to smear someone's reputation out of thin air!"

Who doesn't know that college students are bursting with hormones?

What's wrong with him, a typical small-town student who's always followed the rules and focused on exams, taking a second look at a beautiful and youthful senior?
What's wrong with showing off your repressed feelings? It makes perfect sense!

Li Hua immediately retorted, "Your skills? They're not even as good as mine!"

Arguing with this clown made Jiang Hong feel inexplicably relaxed. He tilted his head back and boasted, "Pshaw, I'm a man who's going to win the Grand Slam. I'm just letting you win usually."

Honestly, a small-town exam-taker like him had absolutely nothing to do with tennis. He only got into the tennis club because of Li Hua's trickery—this guy kept telling him "there are lots of girls in the tennis club, all of them wearing short skirts in the summer," and in the end, he joined the club half-heartedly.

However, Li Hua never managed to hook up with a female classmate in the tennis club until he graduated from university.

Actually, the school's tennis court was only built two years ago, and the school leaders even said it was to "prepare for the Olympics".

However, Jiang Hong still doesn't understand what a second-tier university has to do with preparing for the Olympics.

"Looks like I didn't get enough of beating you last time, I'm going to beat you into submission today!" Li Hua tossed the ball over. "You serve first!"

Jiang Hong caught the ball instinctively, looked down at the small green-yellow ball in his palm, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

My initial motives for joining the club were impure, but I genuinely fell in love with tennis. After graduation, I couldn't find a court, so I could only watch matches online to satisfy my craving.

Starting over, making a modest fortune, and playing tennis doesn't seem so bad.

He grabbed the racket that cost over a hundred yuan, walked to the service line, patted the ball on the ground, tossed it up, bent his knees, pushed off the ground, and hit the ball!
"boom!"

The ball hit the racket face, arcing out of the air—the form looked cool, but the effect...
"OUT!"

Li Hua looked at the ball that had gone out of bounds and shouted in a cheeky manner.

Jiang Hong didn't pay attention, feeling the energy surging through his body, and stood up straight again.

It's normal to be rusty if you haven't touched a racket in years.

The second serve finally went into the first zone, but the quality wasn't great. Li Hua ran over and lobbed the ball back. The two rookies went back and forth for a while, and Jiang Hong gradually regained his touch, but in the end, he still lost by a small point.

Li Hua put the ball into the bucket and ran over to add insult to injury: "Old Jiang, with this level of skill, a Grand Slam is probably a long shot."

Just as Jiang Hong was about to retort, a sneer suddenly came from the side: "Grand Slam? Have you even seen a Grand Slam? Learn how to serve first."

The speaker was a crew-cut man with a white headband, flashy Adidas wristbands, and pink tennis shoes—a typical gear enthusiast.

Jiang Hong knew him; he was Wang Li, the vice president of the tennis club, a junior in college. He had reportedly been playing tennis since he was a child and even had a level 2 certificate.

The two were joking around when they were suddenly mocked for no reason. Anyone would be upset, let alone a hot-blooded college student.

Li Hua was about to retort when Jiang Hong spoke first, saying sarcastically to Wang Li, "That's right, how can newbies like us compare to the vice president? I heard you've been practicing for seven or eight years and are still the second-best in the club, your skill level must be top-notch! Can you give me some pointers on how to improve your serve?"

Wang Li found these words a bit strange; they sounded like a compliment but weren't quite. However, not offering guidance would make him seem incompetent, so he casually replied, "It's simple. Just practice serving a thousand balls first, and your skill will naturally improve."

He was just saying it casually—even professional players only train for an hour or two; if they were to serve a thousand balls, their arms would be ruined the next day.

After saying that, he tilted his head back and left the tennis court, looking as if his head was on top of his head.

"Zhao, what are you so smug about? So what if you have a little money, are handsome, and tall?"

"What else is so great about you?"

For some reason, Li Hua's eyes started to sting as she talked; it was probably because the wind was too strong and sand got into her eyes.

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