Meng Hao was too focused. It wasn't until this match ended that he discovered a beautiful figure standing not far away—it was none other than Shen Rongyu, the class goddess and academic ace.
He saw the girl holding a volleyball in both arms, sweat streaming down her fair face, her gaze as clear as a spring, beautiful and moving.
Meng Hao had been tempered by the social experiences of his previous life; his mentality was already extremely open-minded, and he wouldn't lose his composure just because a great beauty stood before him.
He very calmly raised his tennis racket, shook it at Shen Rongyu, and said with a smile, "Classmate, my tennis isn't bad, right?"
Shen Rongyu was slightly startled, revealing a hint of surprise. Then, feeling that Head Teacher Yu was watching her, a flush of red flashed across her pretty face. She then hugged the volleyball and turned to run off.
"Uh, she just ran off? Won't she watch a little longer?"
Meng Hao smiled lightly, muttered inwardly, and then reined in his thoughts.
He hadn't reached his target of 300 swings yet, so he resumed swinging on his own.
Forehand, backhand...
The feeling of swinging hard was simply exhilarating.
One of the great joys of tennis was that you could exert all your strength, whipping the racket out like a lash—that kind of hearty, satisfying feeling was truly incredible.
At this moment, that male foreign teacher sat gloomily on a chair beside the tennis court, throwing a bit of a tantrum.
Originally, he had arranged to meet two ladies at the tennis court today, preparing to fight one against two in a grand display and show off properly.
But after this high schooler Meng Hao crashed his party, he felt utterly humiliated and lost all mood to practice with the two ladies.
No matter how the female foreign teacher tried to persuade him, this male foreign teacher simply didn't want to play: "You two play by yourselves. I'm not in the mood!"
The female foreign teacher's eyes rolled, and she shouted at Meng Hao, "Young man, why don't you come. You take us both on!"
Meng Hao's 300 swings weren't completed yet, but he agreed to the female foreign teacher's invitation.
It's just that his head teacher, Teacher Yu, was somewhat reluctant, but was still dragged onto the court by that female foreign teacher.
Meng Hao's strength was extraordinary. Even fighting one against two, he was still in an absolutely crushing advantage, handling it with ease.
One powerful forehand attack after another left the two female teachers panting and struggling to defend.
Not long after, Meng Hao finally completed his requirement of 300 swings, while the two female teachers surrendered under his offensive. Especially that female foreign teacher, who kept saying "oh, my god" nonstop.
Mission accomplished!
Meng Hao returned the racket to them and then went back to the classroom.
"Handsome, let's practice together again next time!" the female foreign teacher shouted enthusiastically toward Meng Hao's back.
Still want to practice with me? Does this foreign chick enjoy getting crushed that much?
Meng Hao couldn't help thinking.
Actually, when two people's levels differed too much, playing was pointless—it was completely one-sided unless there was a mission.
The first class in the afternoon was math. Meng Hao quietly gripped that green tennis ball in his pocket again, revisiting the "Novice Gift Pack" for the third time.
This time, he had gained some insight.
For example, his backhand and net play were relatively weak, so he calmed his mind and carefully comprehended these aspects.
Clay Court Sliding +5
Backhand +10
Net Play +10
After experiencing the "Legendary Perspective" three times, Meng Hao's current comprehensive attributes were as follows.
Host: Meng Hao
Age: 17
Height: 1.82m
Clay Court Sliding: 20
Grass Court Sliding: 0
Hard Court Sliding: 10
Serve: 50
Forehand: 40
Backhand: 25
Net Play: 20
Footwork: 20
Stamina: 70
Tactics: 30
Movement: 60
Mental Strength: 60
Gear-Shifting Ability: 0%
ATP Points: 0 (Can be exchanged for some special master-level shots!)
Tennis is an individual sport, and with two people standing on opposite ends of the court facing off in a duel, your strengths and weaknesses are completely laid bare.
Even slight gaps in technical ability could lead to one-sided situations.
Meng Hao was an amateur expert, and that male foreign teacher was also an amateur expert, but despite both being amateur experts, the gap between them was like a chasm.
It was like two people, one ranked around 10th in the world and the other ranked around 1000th. They were both professional players, but the disparity in strength was enormous.
But that player ranked around 10th, when facing the Big Three of tennis, similarly had a massive gap in strength. As long as those three were physically healthy and played at an average level, they could completely crush a player ranked around 10th.
Professional tennis was just that cruel.
Meng Hao returned to his senses and patted his pocket.
With this magical tennis ball, his progress could be called lightning-fast.
If the current him played another match against that male foreign teacher, the scene would only be more crushing—it would be difficult for the opponent to score a single point.
"Uh, why aren't you reading novels?" Meng Hao discovered that his deskmate was actually seriously doing problems.
Yan Cong rubbed his head and replied, "This book is making my head hurt. Now when I open my eyes, my brain is full of 'spinning round and round.' I need a break."
"Oh..." Meng Hao responded meaningfully.
No wonder when this guy wrote novels in the future, he would also constantly use "spinning round and round"—this phrase had already penetrated deep into his bones.
"I want to revisit Nadal's 2005 French Open journey. What are the requirements?" Meng Hao asked inwardly.
"600 swings, 300 forehands and 300 backhands each!"
Damn, the number of swings actually doubled.
And 300 forehands and 300 backhands each, neither can be missing.
The second period that afternoon was PE class. Even in this class filled with academic overachievers, PE was still extremely popular.
This was the nature of young people—after staying in the classroom too long, everyone longed for outdoor sports.
The PE teacher was also very easygoing. After having the students run a lap around the field, he announced free activity.
"Meng Hao, let's go play ball!"
"Come on, three on three!"
"Next month is the school basketball competition. Let's practice more!"
Several classmates who usually played basketball together shouted loudly.
"You guys play first. I have something to do." Amid the group's confusion, Meng Hao dove into the warehouse where sports equipment was stored.
Inside the warehouse, there was quite a variety of sports equipment.
Soccer balls, basketballs, volleyballs, badminton, table tennis, tennis—there was everything, plus shot puts, discuses, javelins, and so on.
"This is a table tennis paddle, this is a badminton racket. Let me look for a tennis racket..." Meng Hao looked all around, turning the equipment over. "Can I practice with a badminton racket?"
"Of course not!"
"I remember there was a tennis racket here!"
Meng Hao searched for quite a while before finally spotting an old tennis racket.
Found it!
He finally walked out of the warehouse satisfactorily, carrying the tennis racket.
"Meng Hao, come play ball!" another classmate shouted.
"Didn't I say you guys play first? I have something to do!" Meng Hao had no mind for basketball right now.
"Why are you carrying a badminton racket? This badminton racket seems a bit big!"
"Idiot, this is a tennis racket!" Meng Hao rolled his eyes. "You guys play your basketball. I'm going to practice tennis."
After speaking, he walked alone to the edge of the field and began swinging the racket, while those few classmates of his wore expressions as if they'd seen a ghost.