Now that I've been reborn, I have to play tennis!

Chapter 1 Returning to High School
One misty, rainy morning in March 2014, the sound of students reading aloud could be heard from the classrooms of Donghai No. 3 Middle School.

At the last desk in the first row of Class 2-3, a boy slowly opened his eyes, looking around somewhat dazedly.

"It's that time again, I'm dreaming of going back to school! How many times has this happened already!"

"He's a thirty-year-old man, why does he still have these kinds of dreams?"

Meng Hao rubbed his forehead wearily and shook his head slightly.

He recalled that he had just been "optimized" by a company, which euphemistically called "glorious graduation" and "providing talent to society."

But given the current job market, where can I find a job as a talent?

After losing his job, his girlfriend immediately broke up with him, citing "a lack of security" as the reason.

Hmm... No stable income equals no security, that makes sense.

Be thankful you weren't accused of "violating the will of women"!

He didn't try to stop him, after all, feelings gained through begging are worthless.

Meng Hao vaguely remembered that on the night of the breakup, he took a tennis racket he had treasured for many years and went to a nearby tennis hall to play tennis.

During his university years, he joined the school's tennis club, and it was during that time that he fell in love with this solitary and free sport. Perhaps he also has a solitary and free soul within him, which is why he is so compatible with tennis.

However, after graduating from university, he became busy with work and went to the tennis court less and less often to play tennis.

That night, he played a very intense game with an amateur tennis player in the tennis hall. The two went back and forth, and he was able to release the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

Meng Hao vaguely remembered running to the net, preparing to volley, but when the opponent hit the ball, it seemed to slip, and the tennis ball came whistling through the air and hit him directly on the head. He then lost consciousness.

and many more!

According to online novels, some people are reborn after being hit by a car, while I was hit by a tennis ball... Could it be that...?

Meng Hao sat up abruptly, looking around, and exclaimed in his heart: How realistic!
He took a deep breath, carefully raised his hand, and then slowly placed it on the top of his head.

What a thick head of beautiful hair!
Immediately afterwards, Meng Hao slowly placed his hand on his abdomen.

He actually has abs!
Meng Hao quickly came to a conclusion: My hair has grown thicker and my body has become stronger. Could it be that I have really been reborn?

He glanced at his deskmate again and finally remembered him.

This person's name is Yan Cong, and he was indeed my deskmate during my second and third years of high school.

In my past dreams, when I returned to my high school days, the deskmate I dreamed of was often different from the one I remembered.

This time, even my deskmate is so real; it seems I've truly been reborn.

But what year is it tonight? This was the question in Meng Hao's mind.

"What are you doing, making such a fuss!" Yan Cong, the classmate sitting next to him, said as he turned a page of his book.

Meng Hao then noticed that the other person wasn't flipping through high school textbooks, but was reading a novel called "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality".

"You're reading 'A Mortal's Journey to Immortality'? I read the Human Realm chapter before, but I haven't read the Spirit Realm chapter yet. Is it finished yet?" he asked in a low voice.

"It's finished! It finished last year, almost half a year ago!" Yan Cong replied without hesitation. "It has more than seven million words, it gave me a headache just reading it!"

It's finished, and it's been half a year already!
Meng Hao suddenly realized!

The novel "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality" was completed in September 2013, so this time should be around March 2014, which is when I was in the second semester of my junior year of high school.

She was a high school sophomore, seventeen years old, in the prime of her youth.

Meng Hao quietly glanced around the classroom, his eyes meeting rows of youthful faces, and he couldn't help but sigh: youth is infinitely wonderful.

Now that I've been reborn, I should seriously consider what I should do.

At Donghai No. 2 Middle School, a key high school, Meng Hao's academic performance was just like Han Laomo's looks: mediocre.

Meng Hao tried to calm himself down and focus on reading the high school math, physics, and chemistry textbooks.

Why does it feel like reading a book written in heaven?
It seems that after my rebirth, I haven't undergone any transformative changes. I don't have a photographic memory, nor do I possess exceptional intelligence.

Huh? This is……

When Meng Hao opened his desk, he found a green tennis ball lying quietly in the corner. A tennis ball?

Although he enjoyed watching tennis matches in high school, he didn't truly experience the sport until he joined a club in college.

The characteristic of tennis is that although it is difficult to learn, it is relatively easy to understand if you just watch the game.

"But where did this tennis ball come from?" Meng Hao wondered.

He remembered that he was reborn because he was hit by that tennis ball. Could it be that the tennis ball also traveled through time with him?

I am absolutely certain that I never bought a tennis ball during my high school years!

Meng Hao's heart pounded, and he took a deep breath before reaching out and grasping the tennis ball.

"When did you buy the tennis ball?" Yan Cong, who sat at the same table, asked curiously, leaning over.

"I just bought it yesterday!" Meng Hao said without thinking. "Look how green it is, isn't it beautiful!"

When he held that bright green tennis ball, a very strange feeling welled up inside him, one that he could not describe in words.

Meng Hao held the tennis ball in his hand, then involuntarily closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in my mind.

"Open the novice gift pack!"

Welcome to the legendary Roland Garros stadium!

"You will experience Rafael Nadal's legendary journey at the 2005 French Open from his own perspective!"

Meng Hao's view suddenly changed, and he found himself on a clay court.

The surrounding stands were packed.

So now I've transformed into the King of Clay, Nadal?
Meng Hao could feel every swing, run, slide, jump, and roar of this body, but he could not control the body's movements.

Soon, Meng Hao experienced the 2005 French Open championship journey from Nadal's perspective.

A 19-year-old clay court prodigy emerged out of nowhere, winning seven consecutive matches with overwhelming momentum, and finally becoming the champion at Roland Garros.

Meng Hao suddenly opened his eyes and found himself still in the classroom.

His deskmate was still engrossed in reading the novel, everything as before.

"That was... that was so immersive!" Meng Hao muttered to himself.

Clay court slide!

He suddenly touched his thigh.

In my past life, I had never played tennis on a clay court.

But he now has a strange feeling that he can use the sliding step technique on clay courts very skillfully.

Hey~
Clay court sliding technique +10!

Forehand +5!

Serve +5!

At that moment, a panel suddenly appeared in Meng Hao's mind.

Host: Meng Hao

Age: 17 years old

Height: 1 meters
Clay Slide: 10 (Basic 0)

Grass slide: 0
Hard court gliding: 10
Serve: 50
Forehand: 30
Backhand: 15
Steps: 20
Net front: 10
Physical fitness: 70
Tactics: 30
Running distance: 60
Spirit: 50
Upgrade potential: 0%
ATP Points: 0 (Can be redeemed for some special master-level shots!)

Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and only one thought flashed through his mind: the dream he had buried deep in his heart in his past life could now be realized!

……

(End of this chapter)