Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 4: Changing Equipment!

Jiang Hong's gaze swept over the other two rewards—the training repair potion was directly upgraded to a body repair potion, which could repair minor injuries and pains accumulated before.

Who hasn't had some old injuries at some point in their life? This is practically a tailor-made perk.

Jiang Hong suddenly felt a buzzing vibration in his pocket, which startled him.

He pulled out that cheap, no-name phone. It had very few functions, and there was static when making calls. Its only advantage was that it was durable.

However, when Jiang Hong bought this phone, it cost him a month's summer job wages.

As soon as I turned on the screen, a text message popped up. It was from the bank: "Your China Construction Bank savings card ending in 7702 has received 1000 yuan, and the current balance is 3576.12 yuan."

The system bonus has been credited to your account.

Jiang Hong felt relieved. The money came at the perfect time. Picking up the balls himself was too time-consuming. Hiring someone to pick up the balls would greatly improve training efficiency.

The free time is perfect for doing some new tasks; we can't just win games by serving, can we?
He'll probably be known as the man who only hits one shot in tennis.

"Hua Zi, besides practicing serves, what else can I do to improve my tennis skills?" Jiang Hong sat up in bed, intending to get some advice from Li Hua.

Whether you listen or not is up to you; you might as well try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

Upon hearing this, Li Hua, who was being treated like a dead horse, widened his eyes like copper bells.

"I'm asking you, stop cosplaying as Black Cat Detective here," Jiang Hong teased.

Li Hua, who was already dark-skinned, immediately broke down: "You're the Black Cat Sheriff! Your whole family is!"

This little chubby guy with dark skin reacts to the word "dark" with a kind of stress response.

Despite his complaints, he was still puzzled: "Old Jiang, why are you suddenly so interested in tennis? You're practicing serves and asking about techniques."

"If Heaven hadn't given birth to Jiang Hong, Chinese men's tennis would have been shrouded in darkness!" Jiang Hong said, head held high and chest puffed out, with a serious expression. "I want to go pro!"

Li Hua paused for three seconds, then gave a thumbs up: "Old Jiang, you're really good at pretending."

And silently made a mental note of it, so that he would do the same thing in front of others next time.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you have a plan or not?"

Just as Li Hua was about to speak, Jiang Hong added, "If you can't do it, just say so. I won't laugh at you."

These words completely ignited Li Hua's competitive spirit—how could a man say no?

“How could it not work!” he retorted, his neck stiff, his eyes darting around.

To be honest, he's just a novice; he doesn't know any advanced techniques.
He was even completely outmatched by an elementary school student who had been training for two years!
Suddenly, he caught sight of the racket in Jiang Hong's hand and his eyes lit up: "Old Jiang, you need to get a better racket! This old racket of ours isn't even good enough for beginners. You know, sharpening your axe before chopping wood is essential, right? Look at this racket, it's all warped!"

[Ding! Recommendation detected: Replace with a high-end tennis racket. Reward: Ten times the cost of the replacement racket will be refunded, and the racket strings will not break unless caused by human error! (Include/Retrieve?)]

Jiang Hong glanced at his racket, which was almost falling apart. It had been worth more than 100 yuan for a long time, and it was time to retire it.

"Include it!" he said to himself without hesitation.

Jiang Hong tossed the racket to Li Hua, tilted his head back, and said, "This racket is yours. I'll sign it for you when you auction it off later."

Li Hua's lips twitched, and he looked speechless. "You really think you're a Grand Slam winner, huh?"

Jiang Hong got up and rolled off the bed.

"But I think Hua Zi is right, come with me to buy a racket."

Since the system will reimburse me anyway, I might as well spend the money.

And you can even make a small profit, how great!

Li Hua was stunned: "So fast?"

Old Jiang actually took action after just mentioning it casually.

After a moment of hesitation, he held up one finger: "A bottle of iced cola."

“No problem.” Jiang Hong waved his hand.

After leaving the school, Jiang Hong went to the bank to withdraw money. There was a sporting goods store on the street next to the university town. Seeing the two young and inexperienced people there, he looked at them like they were easy prey.

The shop owner greeted us from afar: "What would you like to buy, student?"

"Tennis racket." Jiang Hong got straight to the point.

The boss's eyes lit up instantly—a big business opportunity had arrived!

Most people who come here usually buy basketballs and soccer balls, and they always pick the cheap ones that cost a few dozen yuan, while tennis rackets cost at least a hundred yuan.

“You guys have come to the right place! Our store has everything from entry-level to high-end, you won’t find anywhere else!” he boasted, spitting as he spoke.

"Let's take a look first," Jiang Hong said indifferently.

Li Hua, standing nearby, was secretly worried: "We're just buying an entry-level racket. Old Jiang's pretentious attitude might lead to us getting kicked out later..."

Seeing this, the boss became even more enthusiastic, saying, "Why would you need to 'look' at something before you even start taking pictures?"
This is definitely aimed at the mid-range market!
He never intended to sell these high-end guns when he bought them; they were purely for display. "This Head is a top-of-the-line mid-range gun, 879 yuan!"

"This Babelal sold the best..."

"This Lining high-grade carbon fiber sword is 1,388 yuan. It's our store's prized possession. If you want it, I can reluctantly part with it and sell it to you for 1,280 yuan!"

Li Hua's legs went weak when he heard this—in 2007, the average monthly salary of employees was only 2,000 yuan, and the living expenses of college students were generally 300-600 yuan. This sum was enough to cover half a year's living expenses!

"This one." Jiang Hong picked up the most expensive Lining directly.

Then she added, "But no need for a discount, it'll be 1388, but the boss can give me some freebies!"

After all, if the boss earns less money, the boss will also earn less money!

This is a win-win situation.

The boss was dumbfounded; he's just trying to negotiate a lower price from the opposite direction, right?

After a moment of silence, the shop owner gave a thumbs up, "You're the best negotiator I've ever met."

Jiang Hong paid the bill, and the shop owner gave him two pairs of wristbands, a headband, and five buckets of tennis balls as a gift.

[Ding! Suggestion completed, reward issued.]

Jiang Hong didn't see it on the spot, but the reliability of the system had already been verified.

As Li Hua stepped out of the store, still feeling dizzy, she stared at Jiang Hong and asked, "Are you a rich second-generation?"

Jiang Hong rolled her eyes: "Do I look like one?"

Li Hua pondered for a long time, then nodded emphatically: "It looks just like it!"

Finally, Jiang Hong made up an excuse about winning the lottery, which managed to fool him.

He said he had won two thousand yuan and asked Li Hua to keep it a secret.

Li Hua clung to the racket, refusing to let go, his face full of infatuation: "Let me touch it, I've never touched anything this expensive in my life..."

Back in his dorm, Jiang Hong received his reward and began examining his new racket—it didn't seem particularly special despite being enhanced by the system, but having lived two lives, he finally experienced the thrill of "buying only the expensive ones, not necessarily the right ones."

That evening, Jiang Hong called his parents, but didn't feel anything particularly special.

That's because before he time-traveled, his parents were both healthy.

Running a small supermarket, I'm not exactly rich, but I have a relatively relaxed lifestyle.

However, the first reaction of the two when they heard Jiang Hong's call was that he was out of money.

We chatted briefly for a few minutes before hanging up.

"Second playthrough, it's great!"

Jiang Hong took a deep breath, but was immediately choked by the sand in the air and started coughing.

Well, the air quality in Chang'an hasn't improved in the last two years, and there are still occasional sandstorms.

(End of this chapter)