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

Chapter 76 A Small Splash in a Stagnant Pool (One chapter updated first)
On the eve of the awards ceremony, Meng Hao secretly opened the attribute panel.

[Entering the main draw of a tournament based on one's own ability, regardless of level, not through a free wildcard!]

[Host has completed the process, as detected!]

Thus, he obtained the eighth trial card for [Aka 2024 Indian Wells].

The mission continues!

[Entering the main draw of a 500+ level tournament through one's own ability, not through a free wildcard!]

[Host has completed the process, as detected!]

Ninth trial card in hand!

The mission continues!
[Entering a 1000-level tournament main draw through their own ability, not through a free wildcard!]

[Host has completed the process, as detected!]

Tenth trial card in hand!

As expected, Meng Hao was overjoyed.

He had already guessed that as long as he entered the main draw of the Shanghai Masters, he would be able to unlock the 250, 500, and 1000 tournaments simultaneously.

"Great! I can continue to improve my skills before the Shanghai Masters!" Meng Hao was very satisfied with the result.

He now has 254 ATP points and is ranked 236th in the current rankings.

The third brother is still the third brother, but he is already very close to the first and second brothers.

At this moment, LeSports' live broadcast room was also exceptionally lively, with the number of online viewers exceeding 20.

Countless fans flooded the live stream chat with congratulations to Meng Hao.

"Incredible! They actually beat Ziwei! They even forced her to use a medical timeout!"

"Meng Hao, are you possessed by Er Kang's spirit? Because Er Kang always beats up Ziwei!"

"..."

"Two Challenger tournaments, and he's definitely the number one male tennis player in China!"

"100K gold is much more valuable than 50K gold!"

Meng Hao didn't have LeTV Sports downloaded on his phone. Instead, he took his cousin Song Yu's phone and glanced at the live stream content.

"Wow, there are quite a few people online!"

"Why don't you download LeTV Sports on your own phone?" Song Yu asked, puzzled.

"Uh... I don't really like the app icon." Meng Hao could only offer this vague response.

Others might not know, but when he thought about the company's future, he was unwilling to use their app, always feeling that it would bring him bad luck.

It's 2014, and the internet is already very advanced.

Even if LeSports doesn't broadcast the videos, those tennis bloggers will still use VPNs to access the ATP website, steal videos, and then stream them on Huya.

"LeEco is so rich! I heard they bought so many sports events this year!" Song Yu exclaimed in amazement.

"It's all a mess!" Meng Hao muttered to himself, but said aloud, "He has money, but I don't know if it's really his own."

Of course, it doesn't hurt to spend other people's money, since there will be no return in the end, and it's others who will be suffocated, not Mr. Jia.

Meng Hao felt that he only needed to focus on playing basketball.

If he plays well, many platforms will broadcast his matches, such as LeTV, Youku, iQiyi, Tencent, Migu in the future, and CCTV.

He doesn't care!
In my previous life, the copyright of tennis matches was very complicated. The Australian Open and the French Open were owned by iQiyi, Tencent bought Wimbledon, Migu bought the US Open, and the tour was owned by Youku, while the television broadcast was monopolized by CCTV.

Most importantly, Weibo, Xiaohongshu, and a bunch of bloggers were pirating the live streams—it was incredibly lively. Meng Hao finished packing his bags and sat in a chair for a while.

The event organizers have made all the necessary preparations for the awards ceremony.

Even Meng Hao was slightly taken aback by this display of force.

What a grand display!
Each of the volunteers and staff members was holding a national flag.

Each of them represents the country where the players are participating in this competition.

Because of Meng Hao's victory, the most eye-catching national flag was naturally the five-star red flag, standing out from the crowd.

The podium was set up, and the hostesses stood smiling to the side, holding bouquets of flowers.

As expected of a high-level challenge, the awards ceremony was quite grand, with even fireworks and ribbons prepared.

Meng Hao smiled as he accepted the trophy from one of the leaders, then glanced down at it and couldn't help but nod to himself: Hmm, this trophy is finally a bit more presentable than before.

He smiled and slowly raised the trophy in his hand: "I am truly grateful to all the fans who came to the stadium today. Shanghai is very hot in September, but everyone's enthusiasm is just as fiery!"

Then, he glanced at CCTV reporter Chen Yu, who was now jubilant, and continued, "I think someone will definitely ask me in a little while: What does this championship mean to me, and what does it mean to Chinese tennis?"

Chen Yu was taken aback when he heard this: "How did you predict what I was going to say?"

Meng Hao's voice continued to come through.

"What does that mean? Maybe it'll make a small splash! But I guess when I walk down the street, I'll still be nobody!"

His slightly humorous remarks also made the audience laugh.

Meng Hao then quickly changed his tone: "To be honest, if I can't establish myself on the tour, today's championship will be just a passing fad; it will be over and forgotten, and nobody will remember me!"

"Wow, he's so outspoken!"

"I remember Meng Hao saying more than once that he belongs to the tour stage."

“I used to think he was bragging, but now I think he’s serious.”

"Having ambition is a good thing. If it were another domestic player who won a Challenger Tournament, they would probably brag about it every day. It would be strange if they could improve!"

The thought of the stagnant state of men's tennis today has prompted frustrated fans to launch a scathing attack.

"Finally, I wish myself good luck at the Shanghai Masters! I also hope everyone will continue to cheer me on!"

All the effort was ultimately for that ticket to the Shanghai Masters!

At this moment, Zverev walked over and generously offered his blessings to Meng Hao.

A championship in a challenge tournament, once lost, is lost.

He aspired to become the world's number one player, so he wouldn't be bothered by the outcome of a single match.

"You're great! Your strength is among the top in the youth! I hope you won't fall behind in the future!" Zverev said with a look of pride and resentment.

Indeed, many players who excelled in their youth have fallen behind after entering the professional arena.

Meng Hao chuckled and replied, "If there's an opportunity, I hope we can face each other at the upcoming Shanghai Masters."

Zverev said proudly, "Alright! But I don't have a wildcard, I have to go through the qualifiers first! But I must tell you, the me in the Masters and the me in the Challenger are completely different people!"

Hearing this, Meng Hao rolled his eyes. It was as if this guy hadn't given it his all in the challenge, when he was clearly so anxious that he started fighting haphazardly.

"Hehe, do you really think the me in the Masters Tournament and the me in the Challenger Tournament are the same person?" Meng Hao retorted, immediately stunning the other party.

Meanwhile, CCTV reporter Chen Yu typed a line into his article: "The stagnant Chinese men's tennis scene has finally started to ripple."

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(End of this chapter)