Tennis Superstar Reborn

Chapter 2

On the way back, Chen Song was still thinking about how he came back.

Somewhat incredible.

Chen Song came over meanly and pinched Wang Borong's face, Wang Borong exaggeratedly yelled, "Little Songzi, you have something wrong!"

"Does it hurt?"

"You let me pinch it to know whether it hurts or not!"

Chen Song gave Fa Xiao a 'dreaming' look, folded his arms and leaned on the chair pretending to be asleep, Wang Borong saw that Song Zier's face turned slightly pale, and muttered, "Master, I don't care about you!"

Limbs were so tired that I didn't want to move, especially my arms were sore. It was obvious that waves of tiredness hit me, but Chen Song couldn't sleep. With his eyes closed, the memories in his head were confused, and there seemed to be harsh screeching brakes in his ears. His body was thrown into the air, and all his thoughts were scattered. The moment he hit the ground, the pain did not torment him very much.

Chen Song doesn't know if the current self is a dream, or the self who has been working hard for two years after graduating from university is a dream.

Really returned to the third year of junior high school, won. He used to dream about how Wang Hao played the last two balls, and he really came back...

Chen Song let out a happy whisper, rubbed the armchair, and slowly fell asleep.

"Hey, Song Zier, wake up, it's here."

Chen Song opened his eyes in a daze, saw Wang Borong's big head, and pushed it over, "Your big head---" The other students and Zhou Guoping in the bus had disappeared, "Shouldn't you go back to school first?"

"Old Zhou said, rest first, and go to school the day after tomorrow to get the money!" Wang Borong was very happy when he mentioned the money, he resisted Chen Song who was still splayed on the seat, and got off the bus directly.

There is still about half a stop from the bus station to the entrance of the village.

It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and the heat from the cement road seemed to be evaporating, and waves of heat rushed upwards.

Wang Borong is rough and not too hot. He was still thinking about how to spend the four hundred, but Chen Song couldn't bear it any longer. He looked up at the shy Wang Borong, and then remembered that he was not as tall as this in the third year of junior high school. 1.7 meters, 1.6 meters eight, and Wang Borong's 1.7 meters five.

In her previous life, she only grew to 1.7 meters five after graduating from university.Chen Song thought of this, and then looked at Wang Borong's eyes, as if Wang Borong had robbed him of his bones, viciously.

"Eat, eat, eat, you foodie!" Chen Song snorted.

"Hahahaha, Song Zier, are you today a special day in a month? Well done, who made me your brother, let me go." Wang Borong was still mean.

"Are you looking for a fight?!"

Chen Song passed with his fists raised, Wang Borong ran wildly, and the two boys entered the village after a while.

Familiar gatehouse ---- Shiqiao Village.

The streets in the village are very spacious in my memory. At that time, I followed a few brothers and ran around the streets all day, laughing and laughing, thinking 'I am going to Tsinghua University!Or test Peking University! 'It's quite confusing.Based on my memory, the familiar and unfamiliar streets, the cement pavement has been broken in some places, and the houses are located in different places, most of which are small courtyards on the second floor.

Walking past the gate of the elementary school, I arrived at the gate of the house in less than 2 minutes.

White tiles, vermilion big iron gate.

It was only then that Chen Song remembered that his family had just built a new house. The front and rear yards were the most difficult period at home. He owed a lot of debts outside to build the house. When it came to tuition fees, he agreed right away.

Thirty cents for a popsicle, and the pocket money for breakfast is only ten yuan a week, it seems.

Thinking about it this way, four hundred is indeed quite a lot.

The key turned a circle, pushed the door open and entered.

Because it is a newly built house, the cold air from the pavement at home enters the head room and crosses the yard. The round table outside has already set up meals, homemade steamed buns, porridge, fried potatoes and sauerkraut.

"Are you back? Go take a shower while it's still dark, and have dinner later." Mother Chen took her son's tennis racket bag and urged him to wash up.

At home, I set up a bucket to dry the water for bathing, and the water will be cold later in the day.Chen Song took a battle bath, and his father was smoking in the yard. Seeing him after taking a bath, he glanced at him, then lowered his head to smoke again.

"Your dad wants to ask you how the game was going?" Mother Chen said, "It's done, let's eat first, and you don't want to smoke."

This time Chen Song remembered that he was abused by Wang Hao in the last life, and he couldn't even look at his face when he came back, feeling depressed all the way.At that time, he always felt that his father didn't care about him, and he was losing his temper. Finally, his mother promised to change the racket for him to calm down.

Thinking about it now, Chen Song really wanted to knock his head out, how could he do that!

The family is actually poor. His father has several brothers and sisters. They used to live in the same courtyard. He separated after he graduated from elementary school. His father is honest. When they lived together, they really didn’t save much money. They used to subsidize their grandparents. The small courtyard on the second floor was also saved by him in the three years of junior high school, and part of it was borrowed.

A long time later, Chen Song graduated and ran business outside like his grandson. Only then did he realize that his father just couldn’t speak nicely and was not good at expressing himself. He felt very sorry for him. Every time he talked for less than 1 minute, he always sent money to himself. .

"Dad, I won the ball game this time! Swish, swish, and I won cleanly, and the school rewarded me with 400 yuan!" Chen Song said happily to his father, and exaggerated the beauty of the stadium several times.

It made Chen's father smile and keep praising him, he is indeed my son.

"I know you are good, but you have to be modest, so that you can make progress." Chen Ma added chopsticks and potatoes to her son, "I will buy some meat tomorrow, and I will cook it for you when I come back."

"Buy more, and buy some bones, the child will grow up." Dad Chen added next to him.

At night, Chen Song lay on the hard board, thinking about today's game, the trajectory, speed and rotation of each ball clearly spread in his head. Even when his skills were at his best, he was no more than this level, especially the Aisi ball, which had surpassed His technique is gone.

In the darkness, Chen Song stared at his hands, besides rebirth, did he get something else?

For some reason, Chen Song remembered the boy who disliked him again, and asked him to go to Licheng------

After thinking about the situation at home, Chen Song hesitated, Licheng is very expensive, forget it or go to bed, thinking about it tomorrow.

Afterwards, he followed Rongzi to school and received 400 yuan. Chen Song didn't know how to spend it, so he gave it to his mother. When his mother got the money, she looked at her as if she didn't know her.

It's summer vacation.Before the results of the senior high school entrance examination came out, Chen Song wandered around with Wang Borong every day, went over the wall to play tennis in the elementary school, or went to the field to look at grapes. He planted an acre of ordinary in his family's field, which would be ripe, Chen Song A Bunch of Grapes hired Wang Borong to sell grapes all over the village on a tricycle.

At the end of July, the grades came out. Just like in his previous life, Chen Song's grades only passed the Pugao line. At this time, the physical education teacher from No. [-] High School came to the door.

As in the previous life, tuition and miscellaneous fees will be waived.

Mother Chen was very moved when she heard it, and then Father Chen was silent beside him and refilled tea for the physical education teacher.

"...Your children are really talented in tennis. I also watched the singles in the finals last time. It is very spiritual. You also know that although Twelfth Middle School is a general high school, the principal focuses on specialties. This specialty is tennis. , Chen Song couldn't suffer in the past..."

The current principal of No. [-] Middle School is very strict with tennis, but within a year there will be another principal, not to mention that the school is very strict with patrols and inspections all day long. Anyone who dares to play tennis will commit a heinous crime and delay their studies.

"The school also subsidizes two hundred tennis team members every month. Although the money is not much, it is also a heart..."

After the tennis team was disbanded, there was still a dime subsidy. The newly appointed principal was like a slapstick, wishing his tennis team players would spit out those subsidies.

"...You don't have to worry about the quality of the school's teaching. After the second year of high school, you will have evening self-study, and the teacher will take care of it yourself. As long as you can work hard, you are guaranteed to go to a key university... .”

The enrollment rate of No. 3 Middle School is less than [-]%. This is the result of the new principal's strict supervision_(:[-]ゝ∠)_.

The teacher's eloquence was still as good as ever, so that the school's physical education department was in a downturn and ran to the admissions office.

In his previous life, Chen Song was recruited by this physical education teacher into the No. [-] Middle School. He wanted to play tennis for three years in high school, but he was cheated for three years. The principal pays attention to study, but originally the students recruited have average grades, and the teachers are also average.

Anyway, after being reborn, Chen Song didn't even want to enter the No. [-] Middle School after being beaten to death. He was thinking in his head, which high school in the city pays more attention to tennis...

Li Cheng!

bell--------

The landline at home interrupted the physical education teacher's chatter, and Chen's mother answered the phone with a smile on her face.

"Hello, from Licheng High School?!"