Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 130 Local Teams
The flight arrived in Ningbo in the morning, and in the afternoon, Gu Cheng had some free time to go to the Municipal Administrative Service Center to get his competition visa.

Gu Cheng slept well that night.

Returning home feels like returning to another world.

Here, there are no chattering reporters, no fans waiting outside the hotel all day for a chance encounter; everything is so peaceful and pleasant.

Your parents won't shower you with attention just because you're good at tennis.

They would just quietly post it on their WeChat Moments.

Or, you can simply not post on your WeChat Moments.

In the morning, prepare breakfast and put it on the table. When you wake up, say kindly, "Breakfast is there, don't forget to eat it later."

Or before going to bed: "If you feel too tired, go to bed early. Don't play too late. If you're too tired from the game, it's okay to give up. There's nothing wrong with being an ordinary person."

"Maybe we don't have that much money and can't live a luxurious life, but at least we won't be so tired."

"Just like you said, even if you don't play professional matches, you can at least open a tennis training class or something similar in China."

That's what parents are like; they can't bear to see their children even a little bit tired.

When Gu Cheng woke up in the morning and came out of the bedroom, Gu Zhenhai and Yuan Hongxia were already busy in the kitchen. When they saw Gu Cheng come out, Yuan Hongxia smiled and told him to brush his teeth and wash his face first, and that they would eat hot, freshly steamed meat buns later.

Gu Cheng smiled and agreed.

"I'll retire after I finish all four Grand Slams!"

Gu Cheng had this thought in his mind: once he had won all the honors he deserved, he would choose to retire, study hard, and be a good student in his parents' eyes.

At that time, he might not have earned a lot of money, but he didn't earn a small amount either. If he didn't spend it recklessly, his family would be able to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.

After resting at home for a day, Gu Cheng did not go to school the next day. He had become somewhat detached from the school. Although his homeroom teacher and the school leaders of No. 1 High School hoped that he would go to the school, he chose to give up considering the impact.

Anyway, he'll be going back to No. 1 High School to continue his studies in another year or two, so there's no need for him to go back now.

Li Yang and a few other close friends invited him to go out for a walk together on the weekend.

Gu Cheng did not refuse, but said he might not have time.

He won't be able to stay in China for long; the qualifying rounds for the Australian Open Junior Championships are about to begin, and he, Yu Haoyang, and Cao Hui all have to head to Australia.

However, after he returned to Ningbo, his phone kept ringing.

Many people, including classmates or friends they had never contacted before, and even relatives they hadn't greeted in years, all called one by one.

When you're poor, no one cares if you cause trouble; when you're rich, distant relatives come to visit even in the deepest mountains.

Gu Cheng was deeply moved by this statement.

This isn't even during holidays; when it's almost the twelfth lunar month, and the New Year is approaching, countless people will come to his door with gifts. Especially relatives he'd never even seen before, all asking if he could bring his younger siblings to play tennis.

Some people even wanted to partner with him to start a sporting goods company, with Gu Cheng himself serving as the spokesperson.

For a moment, Gu Cheng was left both amused and exasperated.

I refused without even thinking about it.

……

After breakfast, his parents went to work. Gu Cheng had nothing to do at home, so he decided to watch TV. He hadn't planned to go out for the past two days. He was just sitting on the sofa and hadn't even turned on the TV when there was a knock on the door.

Gu Cheng thought his parents had forgotten their keys and went out. As soon as he opened the door, he found a large group of people standing there. The thing was, he didn't recognize any of them.

However, judging from their official attire, it was impossible to determine their identities.

"You are……?"

Although he knew they were government officials, Gu Cheng still asked a question. At this moment, a middle-aged man, who looked about the same age as the assistant, walked up with a smile: "Hello, Gu Cheng, we are from the Sports Bureau and the Tennis Association. We learned about your return to China, so we took the liberty of coming to bother you."

Gu Cheng suddenly realized what was going on and, smiling, invited everyone in.

However, there were too many people, and the hall was not enough to accommodate everyone. Gu Cheng was busy serving tea and water to everyone, and it took him a while to sit down and chat with a few people.

After chatting for a while, Gu Cheng finally understood why these people had come to see him.

Tennis in Ningbo has developed well in recent years. The Sports Bureau and the Tennis Association are thinking of setting up a tennis team so that they can play friendly matches with other cities when they have time. The expenses will be jointly funded by the Sports Bureau and the Tennis Association.

Of course, there are also assessments.

We must achieve results and showcase the spirit of Ningbo.

The team was formed for a reason, not just for fun. The money spent had to be rewarded. It couldn't be that the money was spent but no results were achieved. It was like an assessment.

There is also a limit to the number of people in a team.

Therefore, it would be ideal to recruit some professional players.

With professional players around, there's definitely no need to worry about achieving good results.

However, not all professional players have the time. Given the numerous professional tennis tournaments scheduled, most professional players don't have that much time to travel back to play friendly matches against local teams.

Therefore, we need to find professional players, but not too many; at least the majority should be amateur tennis enthusiasts.

There were also some professional players who hadn't competed in international tournaments but had always played domestically, and they were invited to participate as well.

This type of person can also receive a partial salary.

But not many; it mainly depends on how many matches they play and how well they perform.

However, Gu Cheng did see it.

Given that professional players have very little free time, this so-called local team will probably fade away in a year or two.

"Gu Cheng, what do you think?"

Are you interested?

"I?"

Gu Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Distinguished leaders, as you have all seen, my competition schedule has been quite packed these past two years. I only came back this time because my competition visa was about to expire. Otherwise, I would be competing abroad most of the time and wouldn't have time to come back!"

The tennis association leader smiled and said, "It won't take up much of your time. For example, when you return to China, if the team happens to have a match, you can represent them and play. Even if it's just one or two matches, it's fine. You can go do your own thing anytime."

"It's really just a nominal position; this is how it's done in other places too."

"The main reason is that among the professional players who have come from Ningbo, you currently have the greatest skill and reputation. We can only humbly ask you for your help."

Gu Cheng was both amused and exasperated: "I don't really care, I'm just worried about inconveniencing everyone, since I don't come back very often throughout the year."

How could anyone not know this?
Everyone knows that Gu Cheng has been abroad for nearly three months.

I'll come here once, but I'll probably only stay at home for three to five days before I have to go to Australia.

"So whether I join a team or not doesn't really matter to me."

"Besides, Ningbo is such a big city, it shouldn't be difficult to find a few skilled amateur tennis enthusiasts, right?"

"The key issue is... there aren't any really good professional players among them!"

The assistant standing next to him spoke the truth, his face showing a hint of helplessness.

In the vast city of Ningbo, to be honest, among professional players, Gu Cheng is the only one who is both skilled and well-known; the others are quite average.

(End of this chapter)