Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 2 includes suggestions: 1000 serves!
"A system that heeds advice?"

"What the hell is this?"

A bright blue panel suddenly popped up in front of Jiang Hong's eyes, instantly freezing him in place.

[Ding! When someone offers tennis-related advice to the host, and the host listens and completes the advice, a reward will be given.]

"Open!"

Jiang Hong's eyes lit up instantly; he knew that being reborn without any special abilities was like having no special abilities at all.

Is an ordinary handsome guy like him looking forward to the boring life of being pursued by girls after being reborn?

Which handsome reader these days isn't being pursued by others?

Jiang Hong still had some self-awareness.

If he hadn't died, he would at most have lived a comfortable life, so where would the thrill of a comeback come from?

"Attributes?"

He noticed a line of small print at the bottom of the panel and tentatively called out in his mind, "Open."

The next second, a long string of data unfolded.

[Host: Jiang Hong]

[Age: 17 years old]

Dominant hand: Right

[Status: Excitement (Speed ​​+5%, Strength +5%, Mistakes +5%)]

[Serve: 28]

[Bottom line: 25]

[Forehand: 30]

Backhand: 21

[Frontline: 15]

[Tactics: 60]

Physical Fitness: 45

【Speed: 51】

【Spirit: 75】

"Online novels really do live up to their reputation..." Jiang Hong looked at the data and his lips twitched.

So your tennis attributes are supposed to be "well-rounded"—but you failed at everything!
Only their tactics and mentality are passable. Their high mentality is probably due to the harsh realities of society, since working is the most mentally taxing job.

Tactics, well, they're probably theoretical knowledge accumulated from watching too many matches in later generations.

The king of verbal sparring.

After all, on tennis forums, it's all about Federer's weak one-handed backhand, Djokovic's poor baseline game, and Nadal's slow running.

You're so good, why don't you have a match with us netizens!

But what good is theory if Jiang Hong doesn't know it?

Executing tactics requires both skill and physical ability.

Dropping a short ball won't get it over the net, while changing the direction will send the ball flying.

With his attributes, fighting him would be like elementary school kids playing house.

But it's different with a system!

Can you improve your skills and get rewards by making suggestions?

Wouldn't that mean he could rely on the system to soar to the top, beat Federer and Nadal, and rub Djokovic to the ground?

Being a tennis player sounds pretty appealing.

He loved tennis and had fantasized a lot about playing professionally and traveling the world in his past life—how awesome would that be!

Besides, at this age, switching to other sports is basically impossible.

Most importantly, tennis has high commercial value, and you can choose your own matches without having to worry about associations or organizations, offering maximum freedom.

Jiang Hong turned his gaze back to the system panel.

[Suggestion 1: Practice serving 1000 times (Difficulty D). Reward: 2 Beginner Serving Skill Points, 100 RMB, Training Recovery Potion (for daily training only, reusable). Include?]

Jiang Hong stared carefully at the reward to see if there was a punishment, but he didn't see one, so there wasn't one.

Jiang Hong breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, there was no penalty for not completing the mission.

Otherwise, if you go from being managed by your boss to being managed by the system, what's the difference between being reborn and not being reborn at all?
Looking at it now, there are rewards for doing it, no penalties for not doing it, and you can even choose for yourself. This is a huge win!
"Included!" [Suggestion successfully included, current suggestion count: 1/5]

Jiang Hong was stunned for a moment. So you can only save five?

Did I just waste an opportunity?
We'll have to choose carefully then.

[The system panel currently displays 5 suggestions, which the host can replace at any time.]

Okay, I'm relieved now.

The reward is quite a surprise. The skill points are definitely for serving, and it says "beginner," but I don't know if there are any advanced skill points.

The cash came at just the right time. Money is the thing you need most when you first start playing professionally. Traveling all over the world for competitions is so expensive.

For families like Jiang Hong's in a small county town, it's basically goodbye.

I guess I need to find a way to make money before I can go play in the game.

Although it wasn't a lot of money, it at least helped Jiang Hong solve his initial startup capital problem.

As for the training and recovery potion...

If this thing were sold, wouldn't those athletes go crazy for it?

After all, many top-talented athletes have been sidelined by a single injury.

Even in the tennis world, there are countless examples.

"Old Jiang, when did you become so sarcastic? This idiot's face turned green just now!"

Li Hua chuckled as he watched Wang Li's retreating figure. Seeing that Jiang Hong didn't react, he turned around and found him lost in thought. He reached out and patted Jiang Hong's shoulder, calling out, "Old Jiang! Old Jiang!"

"Huh?" Jiang Hong came back to his senses.

Li Hua frowned: "What's wrong with you today? You're always spacing out."

"I'm wondering how long it will take to win a Grand Slam," Jiang Hong said seriously, turning his head.

"Alright, then I'll have to keep your sneakers and socks for future auctions." Li Hua went along with it, clearly thinking he was talking nonsense.

With Jiang Hong's skill level, he's about the same as me, and can't even beat Wang Li, yet he claims to be a Grand Slam champion?
Is he delirious from heatstroke?
Hearing that Li Hua was trying to steal his socks, he quietly moved away.

Thank goodness this is Chang'an, not Rongcheng!
"Let's go eat, or all the food in the cafeteria will be gone!" Li Hua's stomach was already protesting, having used up a lot of energy in the morning game.

After all, they are quite authoritative when it comes to large stomachs.

"You go first, I'll practice my serve for a bit." Jiang Hong waved his hand, already itching to try out the system rewards.

It's like buying a new toy; who can resist taking it apart?
"Practice ball? What are you practicing ball for?!" Li Hua looked at him like he was an alien. "Your primary task right now is to eat! Besides, it's so hot that all the senior girls have gone back to their dorms. What are you pretending for here?"

Li Hua had a look on his face that said, "I've already seen through you."

But Jiang Hong was adamant that he had to practice.

"Hiss—" Li Hua suddenly gasped, his eyes widening. "I get it! You're trying to sneak in some underhanded tactics so you can attract the senior's attention when we play basketball later, right? How despicable!"

Jiang Hong's lips twitched. Knowing that this guy could drag things out indefinitely if he didn't admit it, he simply nodded: "That's right."

Li Hua revealed a "I knew it" expression: "Okay, you keep practicing, I'll come and spar with you after I finish eating!" Then he left satisfied.

After Li Hua walked away, Jiang Hong immediately began practicing his serve—tossing the ball, swinging the racket, and hitting the ball!
"boom!"

He quickly checked the system progress: [Task: Serve (0/1000)]

Huh? I just sent one, why didn't it count? Is the system lagging?
Jiang Hong remembered that the ball had gone out of bounds earlier. Did it have to go in for it to count?
With a puzzled look, he tossed the ball up again, kicked off, and struck it!

This time the ball hit the first area steadily and bounced out.

[Task: Serve (1/1000)]

Okay, he still needs to successfully serve to complete the task. With his serving attribute of 28, he'd probably need to serve two thousand times to finish...

Although they haven't started training yet, Jiang Hong already feels that his arms are starting to ache.

But Jiang Hong gritted his teeth—if he couldn't even overcome this little difficulty with a system, he might as well go home and lie down.

If you give up at the first sign of trouble, even a magic touch won't help.

He picked up the ball and continued practicing: tossing the ball, drawing back the racket, arching his back, hitting the ball, turning his shoulder and finishing the stroke...

At first, I had to keep an eye on the ball to see if it went into the penalty area, but after I got used to it, I could prepare for the next one immediately after serving.

My arm went from feeling awkward to getting used to it, my muscles gradually relaxed, and I slowly regained the feel for serving.

The sound of the ball being hit echoed continuously on the tennis court.

It attracted the attention of passersby who couldn't help but take a second look.

(End of this chapter)