Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 155 The First Battle of Revenge

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Jiang Hong followed Gao Jin into the back seat of the black sedan, while Fu Yunlong sat in the passenger seat.

As soon as he closed the car door, Gao Jin shouted to the driver in the front seat, "Back to school."

The two chatted casually in the car. Jiang Hong became more and more surprised as they talked. Gao Jin could actually remember the names of Jiang Hong's opponents in the Tokyo Open.

They even remembered that a certain player was good at hitting the outside serve in tiebreakers.

It seems the principal really cares about his competition.

As soon as the car turned into the school gate, Jiang Hong couldn't help but blink.

A bright red banner has appeared next to the main road, with bold white lettering that reads: "Warmly congratulate our student Jiang Hong on winning the runner-up title in the men's singles at the Tokyo Open!"

Jiang Hong turned to Gao Jin with a wry smile: "Principal, it's just a runner-up, is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?"

"Why not?" Gao Jin immediately retorted, his tone filled with pride. "Second place isn't something to be proud of? Go look at the sports college next door. They won second place in the National University League last time, and they even hung banners on the street in front of their school!"

Jiang Hong was speechless after hearing this. In the tennis world, there is no such thing as an invincible god of war.

Even Grand Slam champions can be upset by third-rate players.

Of course, Jiang Hong still didn't want to be constantly freezing up and turning into a cooling machine.

From a rational perspective, the runner-up has already achieved their goal of gaining points.

However, as a professional player, losing a match will instinctively make you feel disappointed.

Following Gao Jin into the school's private room, Jiang Hong glanced around and was stunned—there were only three people inside: himself, Fu Yunlong, and Gao Jin.

There were no other school leaders present, not even the familiar figure of the department head, who, after all, really enjoyed these kinds of occasions!
Gao Jin noticed his surprise and explained with a smile, "I know you don't like socializing with too many people, and you feel uncomfortable talking to those leaders, so I didn't inform them. You don't mind, do you?"

"Mind? I'm more than grateful!" Jiang Hong and Gao Jin were quite familiar with each other, so there weren't many formalities.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He was always afraid of dealing with those superficial situations—some leaders would come over to offer a toast, and every three sentences would revolve around "spirit and hard work," and they would also have to ask you indirectly if you could drink.

The atmosphere at the dinner was very relaxed. Everyone drank beverages but did not drink alcohol, and there were no long, polite conversations.

As the waiter cleared the plates, Gao Jin casually asked, "By the way, Jiang Hong, do you have any more tournament plans? I checked the ATP Tour schedule, and it seems very packed."

At first, Gao Jin thought these tournaments were just like the Grand Prix of Athletics, with only six or seven events a year.

After checking, I realized there were actually so many matches.

Jiang Hong didn't hide anything and told the truth: "I plan to rest and train at school for a few days before heading to Europe to compete!"

"So rushed!" Gao Jin hadn't expected Jiang Hong's schedule to be so tight.

Then, with a wave of his hand and a particularly decisive tone, he said, "If you need anything at school these next few days, just call me anytime. Anything the school can do, we'll definitely do for you. The school will always be your support!"

Although Jiang Hong didn't need any help, he was still in a good mood after hearing this.

After the three parted ways, they each went home. The principal had other things to attend to, and Fu Yunlong did not linger.

Jiang Hong returned to the dormitory entrance, took out his key to open the door, but as soon as he pushed the door open a crack, he heard a noisy argument coming from inside.

"You clearly answered this question wrong. How could you possibly do it this way?"

"Bullshit! My method is correct; yours is just rote memorization! The teacher clearly told me this when he was explaining the example last time..."

Jiang Hong was stunned, and almost dropped the key in his hand—what were these guys doing?

They're actually discussing studies in the dorm?
He subconsciously took a step back, looked up at the dormitory number, and realized it was correct!

Isn't this my roommate who used to play video games all night and forget to bring his homework when the teacher checked it?

His footsteps startled Li Hua, who was sitting at his desk.

Li Hua turned his head, and the moment he saw who it was, his eyes widened like saucers. He gasped and then jumped up from his chair: "Old Jiang! I've missed you so much!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Li Hua lunged at him.

Jiang Hong wondered to himself: Is it really necessary to get so excited?

And the way this guy talks is weird, it sounds like he's gritting his teeth.

The next second, Jiang Hong realized something was wrong—Li Hua actually reached out and was about to choke him!
He reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side, grabbing Li Hua's wrist with one hand, and gently twisting it to pin him against the wall.

Jiang Hong raised an eyebrow and teased, "The dragon doesn't roar, the tiger doesn't howl, little Hua Zi is laughable! What? When did you decide to learn free fighting?"

Li Hua was pinned down and unable to move. He looked up with a face full of grief and indignation: "Old Jiang, do you know how we've been these past two months? Two whole months! Every day felt like living through our final year of high school!"

Jiang Hong let go of Li Hua's hand and pulled up a chair to sit down. After listening to Li Hua's rambling explanation, he realized that this matter was actually related to him—ever since he became a "celebrity" at school after appearing on CCTV as a professional gamer, teachers and leaders had started paying attention to his roommate.

In the past, Li Hua and his classmates would skip classes and be late without anyone noticing; but now, as soon as they stepped into the back of the classroom, the teacher would look up and call out, "Li Hua, come sit in the first row."

Even sleeping in the back row wasn't allowed; I was dragged to the front row to study.

The most inhumane thing is that the department head also said that he would turn their dormitory into a "model dormitory" and that their exam scores had to be in the top 20 of the class.

Li Hua and his friends finally got into university and escaped the life of their senior year of high school, hoping to have fun. But their dream was shattered so quickly.

Seeing Li Hua's frustrated expression, almost to the point of tears, Jiang Hong was suppressing his laughter until his stomach ached—these guys finally got what they deserved?
But he kept a straight face and earnestly advised, "Hua Zi, quite the opposite, this is a good thing!"

"Give me a break!" Li Hua rolled his eyes, interrupting Jiang Hong who made a sarcastic remark: "Why don't you try it yourself? You definitely won't be laughing."

Seeing Li Hua's resentment almost materializing, Jiang Hong offered a comforting word.

"Alright, I'll talk to the department head about it later, okay?"

"You said it yourself!" Li Hua immediately raised his head, shook it, and sighed, "Old Jiang, you have no idea how much I've been studying lately. I haven't been able to eat anything. I only ate three bowls of rice for lunch today!"

"Hiss, eating so little, are you crazy!" Jiang Hong gasped, then suddenly noticed Li Hua's stomach. "Wait a minute, Hua Zi, why has your huge stomach shrunk?"

"What big stomach!" Li Hua immediately puffed out his chest and retorted, "Those are abs! Perfect abs! Besides, I'm the vice president of our school's tennis club now, I have to be mindful of my image in front of the younger girls!"

“Vice President!” Jiang Hong raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing.

A thought flashed through Jiang Hong's mind.

I'll become a professional player, and you'll become the vice president of the tennis club; we both have bright futures.

"Wow, Hua Zi, you're already the vice president of the tennis club."

"Well, I'm a member of the tennis club, and I feel like my skill level has dropped lately. Would you be interested in a friendly match with me?"

Li Hua's smugness vanished instantly, his eyes narrowing – was he kidding? Was he, a complete novice, going up against a player ranked in the world's top 100? Wasn't he just asking for trouble?

I was just trying to encourage you, telling you to have a competition after you go back to China. How could you take it so seriously?

"Um..." Li Hua's eyes darted around as he pondered how to refuse.

"Hua Zi, you're not scared, are you?" Jiang Hong raised an eyebrow, trying to provoke him.

"How could that be!" Li Hua's eyes widened immediately. How could he admit he didn't dare? He retorted, his neck stiff.

But in his heart, he thought to himself that he was about to be tormented by Jiang Hong again.

……

The next day, early in the morning, the sun was shining brightly and a gentle breeze was blowing.

A group of people were gathered around the tennis court.

Jiang Hong, wearing a white Adidas jersey and carrying a racket, stood at the baseline, looking like a dashing young man.

"Old Jiang, give me some face later, let me show off in front of the junior!" Li Hua winked at Jiang Hong, reminding him not to forget their agreement.

Jiang Hong originally planned to have a casual match with Li Hua to complete the mission. However, Jiang Hong did not expect that Li Hua would actually post about their match in the group chat.

It's supposed to be a showdown between the honorary president and vice president of the tennis club, and the members definitely have to see it.

Okay, actually it was for showing off.

After all, if there were no female students to witness the match against Jiang Hong, it would be a complete humiliation.

Although he lost the game in front of his female classmates, what's shameful about playing against a professional player? You can't find a single player in the whole country who can beat Jiang Hong.

However, in order not to be too badly abused, Li Hua immediately performed a smooth kneeling motion after sending the message.

"Father..."

After friendly negotiations, the two parties finally signed a "father-calling contract".

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Jiang Hong nodded gently.

Li Hua breathed a sigh of relief, gripped his racket tightly, and adopted a somewhat awkward receiving posture.

Jiang Hong's forehead creased with disbelief. Could he really run?
"Ready? I'm going to serve!" Jiang Hong patted the tennis ball, his tone relaxed.

"Come on!" Li Hua, with the air of a warrior going into battle, gripped his racket with both hands and held it in front of him.

Jiang Hong tossed the tennis ball into the air, pushed off the ground, swung his racket, and hit the ball!
"boom!"

Jiang Hong, of course, did not use his full strength; the shot landed directly in the center of Zone 1.

However, the ball's speed of 170 kilometers per hour still made Li Hua somewhat flustered.

The ball speed is practically the same as if the team wasn't holding back; even a provincial team player might not be able to catch it!
Li Hua hurriedly moved his position, but his swing was still a beat too late, and he didn't even touch the ball.

The tennis ball flew right past him and hit the barbed wire behind him.

"Wow! Senior Jiang Hong's serve is so fast! I didn't even see it before he scored!" a female student with a ponytail exclaimed with admiration.

This infuriated Li Hua. What happened? Had Jiang Hong forgotten their agreement?

"Ahem! I didn't do a proper warm-up, I made a few mistakes!" Li Hua called out to himself, trying to ease the awkwardness.

After speaking, he stretched his legs and did some warm-up exercises.

He moved to the other half of the court, lowered his body, and prepared to receive the ball.

"bring it on!"

To be honest, Jiang Hong lowered the quality of his serve again this time, and the ball speed was slower, only about 140 kilometers per hour, directly feeding the ball into Li Hua's hand.

It's the last step from his forehand position.

Li Hua was fine this time. He stared at the tennis ball, took a step forward, and swung his racket.

With a "snap," the tennis ball was attached to the racket.

With a wave of his arm, Li Hua shouted excitedly, "I hit it! I hit it!"

I successfully returned Jiang Hong's serve, basked in the admiration of my junior, took over as president of the tennis club, and from then on, I reached the pinnacle of my life!
At this moment, Jiang Hong only had one question on his mind.

You beast, what have you been cursed with!
"A straight serve!"

"30-0!"

Suddenly, the voice of the student acting as the referee rang out from the side.

"Huh?" Li Hua turned his head instantly, his mouth agape.

"Um... senior, your return shot went out of bounds!" said the student who was also acting as a referee.

"No..." Li Hua shouted to the sky.

Despite Jiang Hong's apparent leniency, Li Hua still managed to secure a precious 1 point—his only point.

Li Hua swung his racket suddenly, hitting a straight line.

Jiang Hong chased after him for a couple of steps, then decided to give up, wanting to save face for the child.

Throughout the match, Li Hua kept running around the court, but Jiang Hong's feet never moved more than 50 centimeters.

As Jiang Hong's return shot drew closer, Li Hua could only close his eyes and haphazardly swing his racket.

As expected, the ball went out of bounds.

"Match ended, 6-0!"

The two agreed to settle the score with a single game, mainly at Li Hua's request.

Given the intensity of two matches, I figured I'd be crawling on the ground by then, so I decided to go for a mini-game and decide the winner in one match.

Of course, Li Hua didn't forget to find a plausible reason.

I can't let your training be disrupted, Lao Jiang!

As the mechanical voice in his mind rang out, Jiang Hong breathed a sigh of relief. If one round wasn't enough, he would have to drag Li Hua up and play again.

[Ding! Host's task detected. Congratulations! You have obtained one virtual court practice player card! (Random)]

Jiang Hong was stunned for a moment. Could it be?
[A virtual sparring partner will be randomly selected from among the host's past opponents.]

After reading the explanation, Jiang Hong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't Li Hua who was his sparring partner.

Li Hua: Do you look down on me, the vice president of the tennis club?

Despite losing the match, Li Hua wasn't envious at all of the female students surrounding Jiang Hong, really!!!
Suddenly, at that moment, a female student handed Li Hua a bottle of water.

Li Hua's eyes lit up instantly. Could it be his destined love interest?

"Senior Li Hua, don't be sad. Five minutes is actually quite impressive!"

That's right, this match only lasted 5 minutes.

The smile on Li Hua's face froze instantly, as if someone had stabbed him in the heart.

"Do not……"

"Senior, what's wrong?"

"I can't go back to this ball, I can't go back..."

At this moment, beside Jiang Hong.

"Senior, you're so amazing to drink water!"

"Senior, how did you release that little ball? Why can't I release it?"

"President, why do you hit the ball so straight? How should you generate power with your wrist?"

"Brother Jiang, could you explain the game strategy to us? I always seem to struggle in practice matches?"