Since English class was two periods back-to-back, the homeroom teacher didn't delay the lesson. She, too, desperately needed those precious ten minutes of rest.
Ten minutes was more than enough to run a thousand meters!
Based on his high school PE performance, he usually ran a thousand meters in under four minutes—more than sufficient.
Without another word, Meng Hao ran downstairs the very moment the homeroom teacher dismissed the class.
The system was quite humane, actually counting the distance from the classroom to the track field as well—about two hundred meters.
Meng Hao immediately ran two laps around the four-hundred-meter track, then returned to the classroom feeling refreshed and energized.
This was what a young, vigorous body felt like. Truly wonderful!
If he were jogging a thousand meters at a marathon pace, it naturally wouldn't be tiring. For most middle-aged people, it would be a breeze.
But the system required him to run a thousand meters in under four minutes, equivalent to an excellent-or-above score for high school boys on the fitness test. It was somewhat challenging.
Many high school boys who finished a thousand meters in under four minutes would end up panting and exhausted.
Fortunately, Meng Hao's physical condition in high school was at the peak of his life—completely different from the body ravaged by alcohol and cigarettes after entering society.
After running this thousand meters, although he was somewhat tired, he recovered completely after a brief rest.
Meng Hao returned to the classroom without drawing attention. His deskmate was still reading a novel, the homeroom teacher was still drinking tea, a few classmates were chatting, and most were studying or doing practice problems.
No one had noticed Meng Hao, which was exactly the result he wanted.
During the second English period, Meng Hao seized the time and decisively revisited the newbie gift pack once more.
Forehand +10
Mental Strength +10
Clay Court Footwork +5
This time, what Meng Hao felt most deeply was Nadal's incredibly sharp forehand attacks and unbreakable willpower.
Placement, angle, ball speed, and spin rate—every aspect was top-tier.
Additionally, the opponent's never-say-die fighting spirit and figure dashing all over the court left an extremely deep impression on Meng Hao.
So this time, from the "Legend's Perspective Experience," the attributes that increased the most were "Forehand" and "Mental Strength."
According to his stats panel, Meng Hao now had 60 Mental Strength, 15 Clay Court Footwork, and 45 Forehand.
Tennis was the ultimate individual sport, and likewise required an indomitable will.
Any player who could step onto the tour was an elite.
After all, they fought their way out from low-level tournaments through a sea of competitors in a globally competitive environment.
Anyone who could reach the tour stage had formidable mental strength; it was just that Nadal's mental strength was terrifyingly powerful.
Hm, I have a cheat? Then there's no problem!
"Just thinking that I'll compete on the same court as such a great player in the future, and even have a chance to beat him, gets me incredibly excited!" Meng Hao couldn't help but clench his fist, light flashing in his eyes.
"What are you doing, practicing qigong?" his deskmate Yan Cong asked while flipping through pages. "Have you established your Foundation yet?"
This guy read too many novels and got too into them!
"Foundation Establishment? I've already mastered the Law of Time and can return to the past!"
Meng Hao recalled some past events. After graduation, he would occasionally stay in touch with this deskmate and knew that the guy later wrote part-time on Qidian and actually achieved some success.
He had one book with over ten thousand subscriptions and several others that reached premium status, all in the xianxia and xuanhuan genres.
Later, when the economy soured and his company closed, he simply went full-time as a writer, even frequently tempting Meng Hao: "Brother, you should write too. It's much better than working a job—relaxed and carefree."
At that time, Meng Hao had just been optimized by his company, honorably graduated, and was worrying about his next move!
"I wanted to write too, but I don't have the ability."
"My writing is no good, the plot is no good, the characters are no good, and I can't even keep up with updates!"
Yan Cong flipped through his book and said leisurely, "When I get to college, I'm going to write novels too. I'll write a classic like *A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality* and earn tons of money. Also, that Old Demon Han is too obsessed with cultivation—my protagonists from now on are definitely going to sleep with every fairy under the heavens!"
"Why write novels? Can't you make money working a job?" Meng Hao couldn't help asking.
"Why not write novels? Can you actually make money working a job?" Yan Cong retorted.
Not bad, kid. So young, yet he saw things so clearly.
"Hey, you two. What are you chatting about? Can you focus in class?" Teacher Yu finally couldn't stand it anymore, her face full of displeasure. "Don't affect the other students' studying, okay!"
If this were an ordinary high school, these two guys might still be treasured by their teachers, but at a key high school like Donghai No. 2 High School, they were treated like stones—utterly ignored.
Meng Hao and Yan Cong immediately fell silent.
This was an English class, and in a classroom filled with academic overachievers, the teacher basically never spoke Chinese, aside from scolding those two just now.
Right, my English was terrible.
This magical tennis ball couldn't improve my English either!
How could you play tennis if your English was bad?
What do I do? I hated English the most in my previous life!
"Shen Rongyu, you answer this question!"
Not far from Meng Hao, a girl with a ponytail and a slender figure stood up and answered the question in very fluent English.
Though her English still had a distinctly Chinese flavor, it was already extremely proficient and fluent—quite a high level.
Actually, to play tennis, you didn't need great English. Look at the Spanish tennis prodigy Alcaraz—his English was full of a thick Spanish accent.
The guy often self-deprecatingly said: "My English isn't very good, you have to understand! If you don't understand, there's nothing I can do about it!"
Reporters from all over the world were helpless: "You're a superstar, you do what you want!"
Then this female classmate Shen Rongyu's English was much better than Alcaraz's!
Meng Hao stared blankly at Shen Rongyu's back, somewhat lost in thought.
He still had an impression of this girl, even though so much time had passed.
Shen Rongyu was a goddess-level academic star in the class. She later got into Zhejiang University. As for whether she studied abroad afterward, he didn't know.
After all, starting from university, they were people from completely parallel worlds, unlikely to ever intersect.
A beautiful and intelligent girl like her, no matter where she went, would have a swarm of suitors, right?
However, Meng Hao had heard that Shen Rongyu's family wasn't exactly wealthy, but they were an educated family.
Her father worked at the Procuratorate, and her mother was a teacher at the local Ocean University in Donghai.
"Strange, why do I remember her family background so clearly?" Meng Hao scratched his head.
Was Shen Rongyu his white moonlight? Probably, but even a white moonlight wasn't as important as tennis!
"She's already sat down, and you're still staring!" Deskmate Yan Cong said with a face full of contempt. "Well, feast your eyes while you can. Anyway, you don't have a chance!"
Meng Hao rolled his eyes. "What's wrong with looking at a beauty? Don't you like looking at beauties?"
Yan Cong pointed at the novel in his hand and chuckled. "I like rich older sisters, like Nangong Wan."
This kid had completely lost himself in novels—utterly unreasonable!
Just then, the bell rang.
Meng Hao came back to his senses, contemplating that it was time to buy a tennis racket.
Time waits for no one; he should have a sense of urgency.
Because when he prepared to experience the newbie gift pack a third time, the system assigned a task requiring three hundred swings, whether forehand or backhand.
Meng Hao had savings—quite a few tens of thousands.
This was all saved up from New Year's money, originally set aside for marrying a wife someday, yet he still hadn't used it by the time he was thirty.
Speaking of which, why save money to marry a wife?
This money had to be put to use. Investing it in himself was better than spending it on women.
"One day, I'll get thousands or even tens of thousands of times the return from tennis!" Meng Hao's eyes flickered with anticipation for that day.
Nowadays, tennis was growing increasingly popular across the land of Huaxia.
All kinds of amateur and professional tournaments were emerging endlessly. It wouldn't be difficult for Meng Hao to sign up for competitions.
As long as you had strength, you could immediately stand out, without having to answer to any Sports Bureau leaders.
At this moment, that beautiful academic queen Shen Rongyu happened to walk past Meng Hao, and a faint, delicate fragrance wafted over.
"She's only in her second year of high school and her English is already this good! I want to play tennis, but what can I do if I don't want to learn English?" Meng Hao thought of this problem again.
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PS: During the new book release period, the first update will be around 6:00 PM, and the second around 7:00 PM.