My Animation Era

"Shen Chao, why do you play tennis?"

"Because I like it."

"Like it? Is that all?"

Feng Ge, the current director of the Tennis Department of Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School, couldn't catch the ball when he swung the racket with his backhand. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the tennis ball that had stopped bouncing after it hit the ground.

What a terrifying talent!

He is only in the first year of junior high school, but he already has such excellent skills and can play tennis with such speed and amazing power.

It’s hard to imagine how high Shen Chao will eventually grow with the further improvement of his physical fitness and the maturity of his techniques and tactics.

Maybe then...

He probably doesn't even have the qualifications to be an opponent, let alone guide him as a minister like he is now.

"15 to 30!"

"Minister, serve..."

Seeing that Feng Ge hadn't moved yet, Shen Chao asked with some confusion: "What? Don't you want to continue sparring?"

"No more practice."

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

Shen Chao didn't answer.

Fengge was right, not only in this team practice match, but in almost all training matches, he was not serious.

It wasn't that he was being lazy on purpose.

But if he doesn't let go, no matter who he plays, he will be crushed 6:0. The opponent will not be able to catch the ball in the whole process, and there will be no "practice" effect at all.

Therefore, in order to help his teammates as much as possible and not to damage their confidence, Shen Chao would deliberately hold back his hands during every fight, which is commonly known as "letting go".

"I heard……"

After arriving at the court fence and sitting down in an open space, Feng Ge asked Shen Chao: "Have you been selected into the Tennis Center's Talented Youth Program?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you go?"

"..."

Hearing this, Shen Chao fell into silence instantly.

The team leader of the tennis center had actually visited his home and persuaded his parents to let him participate in the talent training camp as a "sports student".

In the future, he can be specially recruited to enter a prestigious school and enjoy various preferential treatment. Even after being selected for the national youth team, he will be able to bring glory to the country.

No matter how you look at it, this is an offer he can't refuse.

As for his parents who had taken advantage of the money, after learning about the treatment, they raised their hands and feet in agreement, hoping that their son would report to the training camp as soon as possible.

"You refused!"

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

"I want to work with everyone to win the final national championship. I feel that the city championship is not the end of Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School..."

Shen Chao expressed his thoughts.

After winning the Wanbao Cup Jiangchuan City Competition, he had the idea to let Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School replicate the miracle of the animated "Prince of Tennis" and compete for the East China Championship 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 the cartoon paper characters, 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 mused: "Animation is a fictional story, reality is not animation, I am not Zhong Guoguang, and you are not Long Ma!"

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

"In other words, do you really have the awareness and mental preparation, even if you have achieved nothing in the past three years?"

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

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

Feng Ge shook his head and said, "Your parents, your class teacher, and the principal all asked me to tell you that it's great that Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School can win the city championship. 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, looked squarely at Feng Ge and said, "I'm not satisfied, and neither are you! No one who has watched the animated "Prince of Tennis" will be satisfied."

Is animation a fictional story?

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

Champion of district and city competitions.

Don't say that Shen Chao is dissatisfied. Although everyone in the tennis club doesn't say it, the actual goal is no longer a provincial or municipal championship.

Don't ask why...

The question is, 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, the school where the protagonist is located, has been receiving much expectation and attention from 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 great pressure. Worried about not playing well in the game, not doing well enough, and making people laugh at the outside world.

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

When Feng Ge said this, he felt helpless in his heart.

National champion?

Who doesn’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, or the hope is too slim.

Under this premise, he was really afraid that Shen Chao wasted three years and not only failed to win the championship, but also wasted his talent and lost an opportunity to reach a higher stage.

"I'm not afraid, I'm still young."

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

Fetching water from a bamboo basket is all in vain?

Shen Chao was not mentally prepared for this issue. Even if it takes three years and never wins the national championship, he can accept it.

At least he tried.

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

"good!"

As if his fighting spirit was aroused by Shen Chao's words, Feng Ge waved his hand and said: "Then from today on, you will be the director of our tennis department and the number one talker."

"We all listen to you. We will practice how you tell us. Let's work together to attack the national championship and not fall into the trap of being one of the best!"

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

Fight!

Shen Chao is in the first grade of junior high school and has three years left 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 any regrets to himself.

As for passing the position of minister to Shen Chao, this has been an idea for a long time...

After all, he will graduate in half a year. No matter what the final outcome is, he must choose his successor in advance to avoid being leaderless after graduation.

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