Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 70 Willing White is interviewed by a reporter (Fourth update)
"Senior Zhang Ming, you're not good enough!"

Wearing headphones, Gu Cheng leaned back on the sofa playing "Tennis for All," and then defeated Zhang Ming 6-2 with a last-minute winner.

"That doesn't make sense!"

"I can't beat you in real life, fine, but there's no reason I can't win in the game either! You haven't actually played this game before, have you? Are you pretending to be a newbie?"

Zhang Ming was extremely frustrated. He bought Gu Cheng a PSP game console and recommended this game, originally intending for him to find a sense of self-worth in the game. It didn't matter if he lost in real life; he could just get revenge in the game.

可万万没想到的是，顾诚只玩了两三天就跟玩了两三年的玩家一样熟练，两人从一开始的1-6、2-6、3-6的比分一直到现在变成了6-2，打的张铭都有些怀疑人生了。

"Let's play one more game. I refuse to believe I can't beat you in the game."

"Okay!"

Thirteen minutes later, Zhang Ming stared at the ceiling in despair at the 6-1 score.

The score is getting increasingly outrageous.

Do you often play PSP games?

"No, I've never played it before."

"Damn it, do you think I'd believe that?"

Looking at the message Gu Cheng sent in the chat box, Zhang Ming fell into self-doubt.

“I play for at least two or three hours every day, and four or five hours when there are no competitions. You’ve never played before and you can play this well? This is a game, not reality.”

"are you ok?"

Two or three hours?
Which gamer in later generations didn't spend seven or eight hours or more playing games?

Gu Cheng shook his head and sent a message: "No wonder you can't win, you don't play enough. Usually, top gamers play for seven or eight hours at a time."

Seven or eight hours?
Crazy!
Zhang Ming looked puzzled. Among professional players, he had already played a lot of games and was quite skilled. Few of the players ranked in the top 50 in the world could beat him in the game "Tennis for All". In most cases, they lost more than they won.

Never imagined.

After playing only a few games with Gu Cheng, I went from being the one who was crushed to the one who was crushed.

"One more!"

"Ok!"

Ten minutes later, Zhang Ming saw the score was 6-0 and logged off. He was done playing; it wasn't fun anymore.

……

Zhang Ming stopped playing, and Gu Cheng reluctantly put down his PSP. Zhang Ming was his only friend in the game, and the opponents in random matchmaking were of varying skill levels. Most of the time, he would encounter noobs, so the game wasn't very interesting.

Although Zhang Ming was also a noob, Gu Cheng considered him a relatively strong noob.

In the afternoon, the wind picked up, and the sky grew slightly heavy, as if a heavy rain was about to fall.

Windy and rainy days are always a good time to sleep, and after playing games with Zhang Ming for two hours, Gu Cheng was really tired. Just as he was about to go to sleep, he suddenly received a message from Lin Bin.

"Look at this, is this even human language?"

"I've seen arrogant people before, but I've never seen anyone this arrogant." Gu Cheng: "..."

"what happened?"

"I've sent you the link."

Gu Cheng copied the link Lin Bin sent him into his browser and opened it. Soon, a local news article from Shenzhen came into view, with a video in the upper middle part of the article.

Gu Cheng opened the video and started watching it.

This is a video of 15-year-old American prodigy Willing White being interviewed after the semi-final.

William White stood in front of the camera, dressed in a simple yet stylish tracksuit and wearing a backwards baseball cap. Sunlight shone on his face, outlining a confident profile.

Although he was only 15 years old, his youthful arrogance seemed to overflow from the screen.

Reporter: "First of all, congratulations on winning the semifinals 2-0 and advancing to the Australian Open wildcard final."

As soon as the reporter finished speaking, a hint of disdain flashed in Willing White's eyes. He shrugged slightly and replied in a casual yet provocative tone, "Oh, really? It's no big deal. I came here for the championship. Everything else is just a formality for me."

Following this, the reporter tried to get more of his thoughts on the match, asking, "What's your assessment of today's opponent?"

Willing White tilted his head slightly, seemingly recalling the match just now, then a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Them? To be honest, I felt like I was still warming up when the match was already over."

"I even think it's a complete waste of their spots to sign up for the Australian Open wildcard tournament. They should be training more instead of wasting their time here."

Hearing this, the reporter's eyes lit up. Compared to those humble topics, Willing White's remarks were clearly more attractive and explosive. She even anticipated that once this interview was published, it would definitely cause a huge uproar.

Too arrogant.

These words offended all of Waringwhite's opponents at once, but...

This is exactly what she wanted to see.

Otherwise, if everyone gives the same answer, wouldn't her interviews fail to demonstrate their value?
"So what are your plans or goals for the upcoming finals?"

With his arms crossed and eyes fixed firmly ahead, Willing White said, "My goal has never changed—to win every game, right up to the last minute. As for my plan? It's to keep being myself, because I believe no one can stop me."

The reporter took a breath: "Before this, Verin was indeed a strong contender for the championship. There were even rumors online that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Verin's chances of winning the championship were 100%. But this opinion changed after the first round of the competition..."

"You mean that player named Gu Cheng?" Willing White's eyes were indifferent when Gu Cheng was mentioned.

"Have you heard of Gu Cheng, Wei Lin?"

"I've watched his match videos."

"What does Naweilin think of Gu Cheng? He..."

Willing White interrupted the reporter directly: "To be honest, I don't take him seriously. Sure, he performed well in the first few rounds, but in terms of skill and experience, he's far behind me."

Wilingwhite paused briefly: "For me, participating in the Australian Open wildcard tournament is just a formality. No matter who my opponent is, the result is the same—the victory belongs to me."

As for Gu Cheng, if I had to say something, I would say I hope he can give me a challenge in the final, otherwise the final will be too boring.

The reporter was speechless with shock at these words. She had originally thought that Willing White was only targeting other opponents, but she did not expect that Gu Cheng, who was considered the biggest dark horse of the Australian Open wildcard tournament and had the reputation of being a cheater on the court, was nothing special in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)