My Animation Era

   "Shen Chao, why do you play tennis?"

   "Because I like it."

   "Like? Is that all?"

  Swinged the racket backhand but failed to catch the ball. Feng Ge, the current head of the tennis department of Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School, couldn't help smiling when he saw the tennis ball hitting the ground and stopped bouncing.

  What a terrifying talent!

  It’s only in the first year of junior high school, but he already has such excellent skills and can play tennis with such fast speed and amazing strength.

   It's hard to imagine, with the further improvement of physical fitness and the maturity of skills and tactics, what kind of height will student Shen Chao grow to in the end?

  Maybe at that time...

  I'm afraid he doesn't even have the qualifications to be an opponent, let alone guide the opponent as a minister like now.

   "15 to 30!"

   "Minister, let's serve..."

  Seeing that Feng Ge hadn't moved for a long time, Shen Chao asked with some doubts: "Why? Don't you continue to practice duel?"

   "No more practice."

  Feng Ge shook his head, threw the racket on the ground casually, and said, "Practicing like this won't help you at all. You've been throwing water, and you haven't played seriously with me at all. Am I right?"

   Shen Chao didn't answer.

  Feng Ge is right, not only this team practice match, but almost all the practice matches, he didn't take it seriously.

   It's not that he was lazy on purpose.

   But if he doesn't release the water, no matter who he hits, he will be crushed 6:0. The opponent can't catch the ball all the way, and it won't achieve the effect of "practice" at all.

  So, in order to help his teammates as much as possible, in order not to hurt their confidence, Shen Chao will deliberately keep his hands in every sparring, which is commonly known as "letting water".

"I heard…"

   Came to the side of the court fence, found an open space to sit down at random, Feng Ge asked Shen Chao: "Have you been selected into the Tennis Center's Talented Youth Project?"

"Yes."

   "Then why didn't you go?"

   "..."

   Shen Chao fell silent instantly when he heard the words.

  The team leader of the tennis center had already been to his house, and persuaded his parents to let him participate in the genius youth training camp as a "sports student".

   In the future, he will be able to make a special move to enter a prestigious school, and he can also enjoy various preferential treatment. Even after being selected for the National Youth Team, he will be able to win glory for the country.

  No matter how you look at it, this is a condition he can hardly refuse.

  As for his parents who got into the eyes of money, after knowing the treatment, they raised their hands and feet in agreement, hoping that their son would go to the training camp to report.

   "You declined!"

  Feng Ge asked curiously: "Can you tell me, what do you think?"

   "I want to work with everyone to hit the final national championship. I don't think the city championship is the end of Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School..."

   Shen Chao expressed his thoughts.

  Ever since he won the Wanbao Cup Jiangchuan City Competition, he had an idea to ask Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School to reproduce the miracle of the animation "The Prince of Tennis" and strive for the East China and even the national championship.

  What Ryoma and his teammates can do, he believes that he and his teammates can also do it.

   Wearing the same team uniform and school uniform, there is no reason why they are not as good as cartoon paper men, and there is no reason to embarrass the blue and white team uniform.

   "You're wasting your talent!"

   "There are so many strong tennis schools in the country, can our Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School really have the last laugh?"

  Feng Ge pondered: "Animation is a fictional story, reality is not animation, I am not Zhong Guoguang, and you are not Ryoma!"

   "For an unrealistic dream, are you going to dedicate all these precious three years to Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School?"

   "In other words, do you really have the awareness and mental preparation, even if there is no harvest in these three years?"

   "It doesn't matter, it's only three years!"

   "It doesn't matter if it's a good one..."

  Feng Ge shook his head and said, "Your parents, your head teacher, and the principal all asked me to tell you that Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School won the city championship already, and everyone is very satisfied."

  "You don't have to put any burden on yourself, go to a bigger stage and pursue the tennis you love!"

"satisfy?"

  Shen Chao stood up, faced Fengge squarely and said, "I am not satisfied, and you are not satisfied either! Everyone who has watched the animation "The Prince of Tennis" will not be satisfied."

  Anime is a fictional story?

   That's right, but seeing Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School in the animation, defeating all the strong schools one after another, and finally winning the championship trophy of the East China Competition, who would be indifferent?

  District and city competition champion.

  Don't say Shen Chao is dissatisfied. Although everyone in the tennis department keeps silent, their actual goal is no longer a provincial or municipal championship.

  Don't ask why...

  The question is that everyone has watched the animation "The Prince of Tennis" and knows what Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School represents.

  With the popularity of the animation, Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School, where the protagonist lives, has always attracted the expectations and attention of the outside world.

  As members of the tennis club of Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School, including Shen Chao and Feng Ge, they were actually under a lot of pressure. Worried that the game was not played well, the results were not good enough, and people outside saw the joke.

   "I understand your feelings, but this opportunity is really hard to come by. If you waste three years in vain trying to compete for the Wanbao Cup national championship..."

   Feng Ge said this, but he was actually very helpless in his heart.

  National Champion?

  Who wouldn't want this honor? But the problem is that there are so many strong schools in the country, Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School really has no chance of winning the championship, or the hope is too slim.

  Under this premise, he was really afraid that Shen Chao would waste three years. Not only would he fail to win the championship, but he would ruin his talent and lose a chance to reach a higher stage.

   "I'm not afraid, I'm still young."

  Shen Chao said firmly: "Genius Youth Project? Whoever wants to go! Anyway, I won't go, I just want to fight for the final national championship with you!"

  Bamboo basket fetching water in vain?

   Shen Chao was not mentally prepared for this question. Even if he wasted three years and still failed to win the national championship, he could accept it.

   At least he tried.

  Even if the ending is not so happy, since he has worked hard for it, there is no regret.

"good!"

   Seemingly inspired by Shen Chao's words, Feng Ge waved his hand and said, "Then from today onwards, you will be the head of our tennis department, the number one talker."

   "We all listen to you, we will practice as you say, and work together to attack the national championship, so as not to fall into the name of No. 1!"

   Shen Chao would rather give up his bright future and stay with everyone to win the championship. What else can Feng Ge say?

Fight!

  Shen Chao is only in the first year of junior high school, and there are still three years to work hard. But he is already in the third year of junior high school, this is his only chance, and he doesn't want to leave regrets for himself.

   As for passing the position of minister to Shen Chao, this is a long-standing thought...

   After all, he will graduate in half a year. Regardless of the final outcome, he must choose a successor in advance to avoid having no leader after graduation.

  In the entire Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School, is there a more suitable candidate for the minister than Shen Chao?