Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 8 Baseline Forehand and Backhand Swings

After finishing his run, Jiang Hong went into the supermarket and bought a bag of milk, as he needed to replenish his protein and carbohydrates after exercising.

After all, exercising without proper nutrition will not only fail to make you stronger, but will also turn you into a skeleton.

Pushing open the dormitory door, Li Hua turned around and looked at him with a grin, saying, "Brother Jiang, you're back to torturing yourself again?"

"What? Do you want to torture yourself with me?"

"I think I'll pass. Staying in the dorm and playing games is fine too."

Jiang Hong grabbed his toiletries and rushed to the shower room. If he didn't shower soon, the dormitory would probably be filled with the smell of men.

After taking a shower and lying in bed, he rubbed his sore arms and legs, took out the body repair potion, unscrewed the cap, and drank it all in one gulp—it was sweet and sour, and quite delicious.

With the "fire in the hole" game sound effects playing in the dormitory, I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and soon I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Jiang Hong felt refreshed as soon as he opened his eyes. All the soreness from the previous day was gone, and he was full of energy enough to run another 5,000 meters.

Luckily I had the medicine, otherwise I probably would have been ruined by now if I had continued training like this!
Turning around, I saw my roommates still fast asleep—no classes today, it would be a shame not to sleep in during college.

He tiptoed out of bed to wash up, and almost bumped his head when he went out.

When did I get so tall?

I took out a ruler from the drawer and measured myself. Good heavens, I've jumped from 1.79 meters to 1.82 meters!
Although his height is still relatively short in the tennis world, it's better to have made progress than not.

It seems to be because of that bottle of medicine from yesterday.

Jiang Hong smacked his lips, wondering if the system could offer some height-increasing potions in the future.

Carrying his racket and two buckets of balls, he first went to the cafeteria to buy a scallion pancake, then leisurely strolled towards the tennis court.

From afar, Su Cheng could be seen standing at the entrance of the stadium, her figure graceful and elegant, clutching a plastic bag in her hand, constantly looking around.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were waiting for someone to meet them.

"Jiang Hong isn't lying to me, is he?"

"After all, this salary is indeed quite high!"

"Could it be that he regrets it?"

Su Cheng hadn't seen Jiang Hong yet, and she began to grumble to herself.

"Su Cheng, you're here early." Jiang Hong raised his hand to greet her.

Hearing the sound, Su Cheng turned around and saw Jiang Hong carrying a racket, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, I just arrived too!"

In fact, she had been waiting for more than half an hour.

Jiang Hong stretched his arms. "Alright, let's not waste any more time, shall we begin?"

"it is good!"

Su Cheng couldn't wait to start work, since she could make money.

The court was deserted at around 6 o'clock. Jiang Hong instructed, "Just pick up the ball I hit."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of balls being hit echoed across the tennis court, like cannonballs slamming into the ground.

Su Cheng didn't understand tennis; she just thought Jiang Hong was very good.

If it were me, I'd probably be too tired to swing my arm after hitting a few dozen balls.

Unlike Jiang Hong, who was clearly exhausted but still persevered.

Having someone specifically pick up the balls makes things much more efficient. Su Cheng can always prepare the balls before he finishes a round, with almost no breaks in between.

In addition, Jiang Hong's serving technique has improved, and he completed 1,000 serves in less than two hours.

[Serve: 998/1000]

[Serve: 999/1000]

[Serve: 1000/1000]

"it's over!"

Jiang Hong reached up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then stopped.

[Ding! Suggestion completed. Would you like to claim your reward?]

Jiang Hong ignored the system prompts, wiped his sweat, and said to Su Cheng, "That's enough for today. Same time tomorrow."

He handed over forty yuan.

Su Cheng didn't take it, shaking her head seriously: "That's too much. We agreed on two hours, and it's only been a little over an hour. I can't take this much." Although she did want to earn money, she didn't want to feel like she was being given charity by others.

Jiang Hong chuckled upon hearing this: "Alright, just accept it. I was in good form today, so it took me a short time. If it takes too long another day, I won't give you extra pay!"

Su Cheng was completely bewildered, her eyes full of question marks: Is that okay?
"Hurry up and accept it, otherwise people will misunderstand if they see a man and a woman pushing and shoving each other." Jiang Hong teased her deliberately, "If I can't find a girlfriend because of this, you'll have to take responsibility!"

Su Cheng stopped refusing, nodded, took the money, and said playfully.

"I'm not responsible for you!"

Now that he had received the money, Jiang Hong didn't waste any more words. He waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm going back to my dorm to take a shower. Goodbye."

After saying that, he turned and left without leaving a trace.

……

Since he had no classes all day, Jiang Hong went back to his dorm to rest for a while and felt that his strength had recovered somewhat. Then he picked up his racket and went out again.

After all, Jiang Hong now has three training components.

If we don't hurry, we might not be able to complete the task.

Looking at his crazy enthusiasm, Li Hua clicked his tongue in amazement: "Old Jiang, you're still practicing ball in this heat? You're going to get so tanned you'll turn into a dark brown!"

"I already said I want to go pro, so shouldn't I work harder?" Jiang Hong turned around and smiled.

“Okay, then I’ll keep all the rackets and tennis balls you’ve used, and auction them off when you become a big star,” Li Hua joked.

He had no idea how far professional tennis was; he just thought it was harder than climbing to heaven.

Even the president and vice president of the tennis club are nowhere near their level, let alone Jiang Hong, who used to be about the same level as them.

Li Hua thought Jiang Hong was just acting on a whim, and that things would likely change after a while.

"Sure!" Jiang Hong laughed.

In the past, if someone told him they wanted to fly a spaceship, he would have laughed and said they were dreaming.

However, he didn't go to the tennis court. Going out into the sun on such a hot day isn't hard work, it's self-torture.

Besides, the midday training doesn't require a court – just baseline back-and-forth swings, a shady spot will suffice.

He drew a line under the shade of a tree and began to run back and forth: swinging his racket with his forehand, running, swinging his racket with his backhand, running... The movements were mechanically repeated, and soon his forehead was completely soaked with sweat.

However, the training did not stop.

[150/500 times]

……

[367/500 times]

……

[500/500 times]

The moment the system notification sounded, Jiang Hong loosened his grip, and the racket slammed to the ground with a thud.

He leaned on his knees, panting heavily, and brought up the panel to add the attribute points he had just gained.

[Serve: 55]

【Speed: 53】

[Forehand: 31]

Backhand: 21

Seeing the improvement in the data on the panel, Jiang Hong felt that his efforts were worthwhile.

After recovering, he picked up his racket and headed to the bathhouse.

Seventeen years old is the prime of life for ordinary people, but it's not early for tennis players.

Those geniuses won Grand Slams at seventeen or eighteen, while he doesn't even have a single point now.

Federer is still at his peak, and he has a few more years to go, while Djokovic is about to reach his peak.

The prelude to the three-way battle for supremacy is about to begin, and Jiang Hong also hopes to participate in it.

However, the current decision is whether to have rice bowls or noodles!

In the end, we ended up having a rice bowl with toppings because the other restaurant needed to be served first, and we had to wait for more than ten minutes.

After dinner, Jiang Hongcai returned to his dormitory.

(End of this chapter)