Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 89 No, you hired a professional player? (Bonus Chapter 23 for subscriptions)

Is one person enough?
Isn't that a bit too much of a boast?
Why is Lao Qi so confident today?
The crowd, who were just watching the spectacle, were suddenly overjoyed and quite excited.

Feng Song was a little confused about what Qi Yuanchun was going to do, but he still said, "Alright, since you're so confident, let's begin. But don't think we'll go easy on you, Lao Qi."

Qi Yuanchun smiled but remained silent.

Wang Honglang took a breath: "Old Qi, once we start, we won't stop halfway through."

Qi Yuanchun nodded: "Of course."

"Let's get started, then we'll eat."

Wang Honglang was immediately helpless. He actually didn't want to play in this final. Qi Yuanchun was a very competitive person and cared more about winning or losing than others. If he really lost and was beaten 3-0, would Qi Yuanchun, who always cared about his reputation, really be able to go to dinner peacefully?
She might just sulk and run away by herself.

However, Qi Yuanchun was a very nice person; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to get along so well.

After all, everyone has a little temper.

There are.

Hearing Qi Yuanchun say that one person was enough, Wang Honglang still felt somewhat helpless. Where did this man get such courage?
Does he think that making it to the finals means he can beat me and Feng Song?

Everyone assumed that when Qi Yuanchun said "one person is enough," he meant that he only needed Zhai Qing's support. At this moment, perhaps only Zhai Qing knew that Qi Yuanchun was not talking about her, but about his teammate standing behind him—Gu Cheng.

Is Gu Cheng capable?

Zhai Qing wouldn't have the slightest doubt about this. Anyone who can win a championship and the Australian Open wildcard singles title, let alone these old men, or even a professional player, would have a greater chance of winning against Gu Cheng.

"Dad, come here too," Zhai Qing called out to her father.

Old Zhai coughed lightly, ignoring his daughter.

These words made some of those who had previously supported Feng and Song smile awkwardly.

"I won't stand in line, I'll sit down for a while."

“I’ll go too. Anyway, it won’t make a difference for Lao Feng to have one more or one less.”

"Old Feng, I'm sorry! Since you already have so many people supporting you, I'll head down now."

Feng Song breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had been worried that too many people supported him, but now that four or five of them had left, his anxiety had eased considerably.

Even so, the gap in the number of supporters is still significant.

But now he felt embarrassed to ask anyone to go downstairs. On the one hand, it would be somewhat disrespectful to those who supported him, and on the other hand, Qi Yuanchun had already said he had no objections. If he kept saying these things, what difference would it make from looking down on Qi Yuanchun?

Thinking of this, Feng Song said no more, and then called out to Qi Yuanchun, "Let's begin then. You guys serve first, okay?"

"Okay!"

Qi Yuanchun readily agreed.

Gu Cheng carried his racket to the baseline, while Qi Yuanchun watched the show with his racket in hand. If it weren't for the fact that going directly onto the court might be a bit too much, he would have preferred to stand aside and watch the game.

However, Qi Yuanchun's actions made Feng Song and the others frown.

What do you mean?
Holding the racket, is he giving up?

still……?
No one understood, but Zhai Qing paused for a moment, then opened her mouth and murmured softly, "Gu Cheng isn't planning to play doubles by himself, is he?"

Just as he was wondering, Gu Cheng had already tossed the ball into the air. With a snap, a crisp sound of hitting the ball rang out, and then the tennis ball shot like a yellow light towards the inverted triangle in the opposite first section.

The ball was moving very fast. Before Feng Song, who was standing in front, could react, the tennis ball had already flown past him, slammed into the ground, and flew directly towards the baseline.

If this were a one-on-one match, it would have been an ace.

But Wang Honglang was behind him. When he saw the tennis ball, Wang Honglang was already in the path the tennis ball was bound to take. After judging the approximate starting point of the tennis ball's bounce, he had already started swinging his racket vigorously.

In that instant, the tennis ball, spinning violently, bounced in the opposite direction.

Wang Honglang was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously caught the tennis ball with his hand.

"Side spin serve!?"

What a surprise.

Not only Wang Honglang, but everyone else was also taken aback by Gu Cheng's sudden serve.

Such a high-quality serve, especially a side-spin serve, is something most people can't do. Even professional players rarely manage to execute such a high-quality side-spin serve.

At this moment, Wang Honglang also put away his contemptuous look and his expression became serious.

Although Feng Song didn't see what happened, he realized that things were serious from the expressions of Wang Honglang and the others around him.

The young man standing behind Qi Yuanchun seemed to have been hiding his strength in the previous two matches, and all of this might be related to Qi Yuanchun.

boom!
While Feng Song was still lost in thought, Gu Cheng had already served his second serve, which was faster and had more spin than the first.

Wang Honglang has been a coach for so many years. Although his eyesight is not as good as before, he still has a keen eye. He immediately judged that this ball was probably a side-spin serve. He immediately took a step to the right and swung his racket as the tennis ball bounced towards him.

However, his backswing was too slow.

When the racket was swung out, the tennis ball had already flown out of bounds.

"30-0!"

The middle-aged man in charge of keeping score swallowed hard.

This is the first time I've seen someone get two consecutive aces from Wang Honglang in all the matches I've played.

He weighed the options in his mind and quickly came to an unbelievable conclusion: setting aside other aspects, if only the serve was considered, this boy's skill was far superior to Wang Honglang's, and even Wang Honglang in his younger days was far inferior. How could this be?

But the facts are undeniable, and he has no choice but to believe them.

Now, not only him, but even Feng Song could see the problem. He thought that Qi Yuanchun was an easy opponent and that it would be easy to defeat him in the doubles, and the score might even be 3-0. But now it seems that this is a tough nut to crack!
The key point is that he has such strong skills at such a young age and plays tennis so well. What will he be like in a few years?

A young man with such talent could not be an ordinary player. He should have already played professional matches and even had a considerable reputation, at least in the tennis world.

But after looking closely at Gu Cheng's face a few times, he still didn't recognize him at all.

Gu Cheng served the third ball at this moment.

Even with the experience from the previous two serves, Wang Honglang could only sigh helplessly when faced with this serve with its faster spin and speed.

The score quickly reached 1-0.

Old Zheng took a breath: "Old Wu, where did Old Qi find this guy? He's so capable!"

Old Wu also looked puzzled: "I don't know, I've never heard him mention it."

He looked at the others.

Everyone else looked confused; no one recognized Gu Cheng.

It was Wang Honglang and Feng Song's turn to serve.

The team lost the service game at lightning speed, and with four consecutive aces, Wang Honglang and Feng Song were both embarrassed. Feng Song was especially nervous, as he had put in a lot of effort and if he lost, the racket would belong to Qi Yuanchun.

Although a racket isn't worth much money, it holds sentimental value for him, and he's even thinking of giving it to his grandson when he grows up.

If we lose today, then...

"Old Wang," Feng Song said, sounding a little anxious.

Wang Honglang took a breath and said, "Don't panic, we haven't lost yet. His serve is indeed powerful, but doubles isn't just about winning with a serve. Let's hold our serve first, and then find a way to break his serve."

Wang Honglang's words made Feng Song breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Soon, Wang Honglang's serve was launched.

Gu Cheng, who was behind, moved quickly. He glanced at the positions of Feng Song and the other two, and then delivered a powerful volley to the left side of the second zone baseline.

Although Wang Honglang is old, he is very alert and had already started moving beforehand. After accurately judging the landing point of the tennis ball, he quickly swung his racket.

Unexpectedly, the tennis ball leaped up at an extremely strange angle, and his racket hit the air again.

"15-0!"

Seeing this, many people turned pale, and some even gasped, staring dumbfounded at the flying tennis ball.

"Isn't the angle at which this return shot bounces a bit too exaggerated?"

"Where did Lao Qi find these people? They're so strong, it feels like he's dominating Lao Wang and Lao Feng all by himself."

"So... when Lao Qi said one person is enough, he wasn't referring to Zhai Qing, but to him?"

Wang Honglang had lost all interest in serving and stared at Gu Cheng with a look of suspicion and uncertainty.

Who exactly is this boy?
That serve return was something even professional players couldn't pull off, let alone him!

It doesn't conform to the principles of kinematics!
Just like a beam of light shining on a mirror, the angle of reflection should be uniform, rather than refracting as it would when shining on water.

The angle of the rebound was so exaggerated that he thought he was dreaming.

Feng Song truly saw Gu Cheng's return shot this time, and his face immediately turned pale, followed by a series of bitter smiles.

He exchanged a glance with Wang Honglang and found that Wang Honglang's expression was even more horrified than his.

Zhai Qing snapped out of her shock and stood up, shouting, "Great shot!!"

Although she had heard of Gu Cheng's performance in the competition and that he had won two championships, she had not paid much attention to it. She only knew that Gu Cheng was very good at tennis, but she did not know exactly how good he was.

But that topspin serve and that return shot almost shattered her worldview.

Sidespin serve?
That's clearly an outside spin serve!
As for the return shot just now, if she remembered correctly, it was... a clear-sky smash, right?
Her shout was met with cheers and exclamations of amazement from the others.

"That return shot was just amazing, the angle was too exaggerated. Even a professional player would have a hard time returning it, let alone Lao Wang."

"Who's that? Pro player, right?"

"So young, and so good at basketball, he shouldn't be unknown! How come I have no recollection of him at all?"

"I don't remember either. Are we just ignorant?"

……

At this moment, Feng Song, who was standing on the court, also recovered and looked at Qi Yuanchun, who was holding a racket and had a faint smile on his face: "Old Qi, no, we're just playing for fun. You asked me to hire foreign aid, but you hired professional players?"

The others were also stunned: "Is he really a professional player?"

Everyone was a little confused, but Qi Yuanchun didn't deny it at all, which meant he was admitting it, making everyone even more surprised.

They are all tennis enthusiasts. They know some of the top professional tennis players in China. Even if they don't recognize them, they have heard of them. Even if they can't name them, they will definitely have an impression of them.

But when this boy in front of me spoke, I really had no recollection of him at all.

Could such a formidable person have sprung up from a crack in a rock?
(End of this chapter)