Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 10 Your ambition makes me uneasy!

At noon, Wang Shijie had just finished teaching and returned home when he turned on his computer and saw messages flashing non-stop on the forum.

I logged on and saw that it was that kid named Jiang Hong posting again.

This kid left a deep impression on him—the training plan he casually mentioned last time actually came true and he really put it into practice.

Wang Shijie was a little surprised. After all, his students could slack off even when he was supervising them, but this one was working so hard without supervision. Just by looking at this perseverance, it was clear that he really loved tennis.

After clicking on the video link provided by Jiang Hong, Wang Shijie remained silent for a long time.

This training intensity is outrageous. If it were an ordinary trainee, they probably wouldn't be able to lift their arm the next day and would probably need a cast or splint.

As for the lively and energetic Jiang Hong, he could only attribute it to...

This kid is exceptionally gifted; he clears up lactic acid faster than others.

Anyone else would probably be in the hospital by now.

But this wasn't the most surprising thing for Wang Shijie.

Looking at the serve, Wang Shijie was completely dumbfounded.

To the untrained eye it may look ordinary, but to an expert it is immediately apparent – ​​the explosive power and the control of the landing point are something that even a provincial team could not achieve.

Yet, he could also tell that Jiang Hong hadn't received systematic training, and his techniques, such as placing small balls, were still raw and showed signs of being trained through unorthodox methods.

After thinking for a while, Wang Shijie wrote down his advice: "Your serve is already excellent, there's nothing to criticize. But you need to improve your forehand and backhand. I suggest you practice hitting the ball against the wall 1000 times with your forehand and 1000 times with your backhand every day to solidify your foundation first."

After sending the message, he leaned back in his chair and sighed. Talent is such a despairing thing!
Fortunately, I didn't go all out to pursue professional tennis.

……

Jiang Hong was browsing Tieba in his dorm room when he spotted a comment from "Tennis Boy" and quickly brought up the system panel:
[Ding! Suggestion received: Perform 1000 forehand shots daily, reward: +2 forehand skill points (Include/Retrieve)]

[Ding! Suggestion received: Perform 1000 backhand shots daily, reward: +2 backhand skill points (Include/Retrieve)]

"Included!" Jiang Hong's eyes lit up; finally, there was a new task to grind.

The tennis prodigy is such a good person; he gave me a lot of advice.

I looked up at the window and saw the sun setting perfectly, with a gentle breeze. It would be a shame not to practice my ball game on such a beautiful day.

He grabbed a racket and pulled a bucket of balls from the cabinet.

"Old Jiang, where are you going? Isn't training over for today?" Li Hua pulled off his headphones, looking at him with a bewildered expression.

"Two new subjects will be added to the training." Jiang Hong waved his hand and slipped out the door as if his feet were greased.

"Damn it, this guy's gone mad!" Li Hua muttered, watching his retreating figure. He put on his headphones, wanting to continue playing the game, but he couldn't help but drift off.

Seeing Jiang Hong single-mindedly rushing forward, he felt inexplicably panicked. "Braise!"

My brother's efforts have made me restless!

Finally, he simply pulled out the textbook from the drawer—he couldn't just let this kid do all the work!
……

Jiang Hong had no idea what Li Hua was thinking. To him, no matter how intense the training was, it was just a test of willpower. Anyway, he had the restorative medicine to fall back on, and he could be a good man again after a good night's sleep.

After going downstairs, he didn't go to the tennis courts—they would definitely be full by then; he also passed on the Qisi Building, not wanting to be on the "crazy person" headline again.

Wandering around to the northeast corner of the school, I found a small grove of trees with a wall behind it. There was usually not a soul in sight, which was perfect.

He practiced hitting the ball against the wall. The system was cunning; it didn't count if he didn't use force or move around. He had to simulate a real match.

The ball flew away after only a few bounces at first. I thought I could finish in two hours, but half the time was spent just picking up the ball.

"No, we have to give Su Cheng an extra job tomorrow!"

As for whether Su Cheng is willing or not, it all depends on "paying more money"!
[Forehand Shot (350/1000)] [Backhand Shot (470/1000)]

Watching the progress bar slowly climb, Jiang Hong gritted his teeth and swung his racket, his arm aching as if it were filled with lead, but he didn't stop—this was skill points!
[Ding! Host has completed suggestion]

The moment the system notification sounded, Jiang Hong almost burst into tears.

"It's finally over!"

Just as they were about to leave, they caught a glimpse of two figures embracing each other not far away.

Well, the grove is indeed a holy place for "academic exchange," and he tiptoed around trying to find a way out.

So as not to disturb their good time.

However, it seems the other party is unwilling.

"A ghost!" A sudden scream rang out, and the boy shoved the girl out of his arms and ran away without looking back, faster than Usain Bolt.

The girl paused for two seconds, then looked in the direction the boy was running and saw a dark figure carrying an "axe" walking towards them. She screamed and ran away as well.

Jiang Hong looked completely bewildered: "Where did this ghost come from?"

He looked down at the racket in his hand, his lips twitched, and a guess appeared on his face.
Could it be that they think they're a ghost?
Garlic bird! Garlic bird!

Without much thought, he took his racket and went back to his dorm. He was exhausted and needed to sleep to allow the medicine to take effect.

As soon as he entered, he saw Li Hua and Gao Sen huddled around the computer. He went over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The two men jumped in fright. Li Hua patted his chest and said, "Brother Jiang, you walk so quietly! You're scaring people half to death!"

"All I know is that if you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear." Jiang Hong raised an eyebrow.

Li Hua immediately leaned over mysteriously: "Brother Jiang, our school is haunted!"

Jiang Hong's heart skipped a beat. He thought of the two people in the grove. Could it be that he had traveled to a supernatural world?
Before he could think it through, Li Hua dragged him to the computer.

A new post appeared on the campus forum homepage: "Terrifying! A strange man wielding an axe appeared in the woods, scaring a couple terrified. Was it man-made or...?"

Looking at the descriptions of "tree-chopping sounds" and "carrying an axe" in the post, Jiang Hong's lips twitched. So the sound of hitting the ball was mistaken for chopping trees, and the tennis racket was mistaken for an axe?

This is truly a cruel twist of fate that breaks up a loving couple!

However, when disaster strikes, everyone flies away. It's better for such couples to break up sooner rather than later; they might even accumulate good karma.
At the same time, Jiang Hong also suspected that there was a paparazzi team in the school, otherwise why would there always be so much news?

"Old Jiang, do you think there really is a ghost in the grove?" Li Hua asked nervously, looking around anxiously.

"You're something else!" Jiang Hong rolled his eyes at him.

"How do you know you didn't?" Li Hua retorted, unconvinced.

Gao Hu, who was standing next to Li Hua, patted him on the shoulder speechlessly and said, "Look at Old Jiang's shoes."

Li Hua stared at Jiang Hong's shoes for a long time, then said sincerely, "Newly bought? They look pretty good."

Gao Hu's lips twitched: "There's mud on the shoes, and the only muddy spot at school is in the woods. So that 'ghost' just now was probably Brother Jiang."

Li Hua suddenly realized, and then laughed: "Brother Jiang, you're born with a headline-grabbing physique! You get on the trending topics twice just by practicing ball, you're even more popular than a big star!"

Jiang Hong glanced at him sideways: "Envious? Want me to take you there once?"

Li Hua immediately chickened out, waving his hands like a rattle-drum: "No, no, I'm afraid I'll be mistaken for an accomplice of ghosts and monsters. If I end up being exorcised by demons and righteous people, that would be too unfair!"

　The contract has already been signed. If any readers like this book, could you please cast a recommendation vote? Xiao Ming doesn't want to be involved in a love game!
　　

(End of this chapter)