Chapter 4

Perhaps for Fan Ju, being reborn had already overshadowed all other surprises. Having special abilities was certainly quite good, but it ultimately didn't count as a world-shaking or soul-stirring change. Life still had to go on, just like the upcoming match.

The amateur tennis masters tournament was in full swing, and by the end of the day, more than half of the 20 or so colleges had been eliminated. However, the remaining players were not particularly outstanding, and they were still far from the true amateur level.

Matches like Fan Ju's 6-0 were not uncommon. Of course, those who could achieve such a "quick kill" score usually had some skills. This actually saved Fan Ju a lot of trouble when he participated in the second day of the competition. "The first to stick out gets shot," he didn't want to become everyone's target right after developing his special abilities.

In the early morning, the campus was still filled with the fresh air of students. The morning dew had not yet dissipated, but a figure was already swinging a racket on the school's tennis court.

The day after the match, Fan Ju was woken up by his rumbling stomach early in the morning. His last meal was still from the previous noon, and because he was about to engage in intense exercise, he had deliberately eaten less. If he hadn't been exhausted from constantly testing the limits of his abilities, Fan Ju wouldn't have gone to bed without dinner and slept through the night.

As for why his dorm mates didn't wake him up, this had to do with the unique cultural life of college students at the time. 2002 was the golden period of the early development of online games. Whether it was the intense PK in "Legend" or the all-night leveling in "Magic Baby," this generation of college students had a good taste of the life of staying up late and working overtime.

Given that dinosaurs had gone extinct but humans still existed, and considering Darwin's constantly criticized theory of evolution, there was no need to question the adaptability of humans. In short, within less than half a year of the start of the semester, the students had already adapted to the situation where someone could sleep for over ten hours and remain unconscious at an inappropriate time. In short, as long as they were still breathing, don't bother them!

Fan Ju, with his empty stomach, rushed to a breakfast stall that had just opened outside the school and had a hearty meal. He didn't miss a single bun, fried dough stick, pancake, or steamed bun, and only after stuffing them all into his stomach did his body finally stop protesting.

However, after satisfying his hunger, Fan Ju began to think about how to deal with his special abilities. After testing, he had gained a preliminary understanding of his abilities, but this understanding was not enough to provide him with sufficient basis for judgment.

"Be a superhero? Forget it... Let's focus on the present, like winning the school tournament with my abilities." Fan Ju rejected the idea of wearing underwear outside his pants. If there were really superheroes on Earth, their enemies wouldn't be mad scientists or wealthy rivals. The iron fist of the people's government would definitely tell them who the real boss is. Where there are big mushrooms, there is truth.

Winning the tournament was also a small test for Fan Ju's abilities. If he couldn't even win a school amateur tournament, he wouldn't even consider saving the world, and he would have to be very cautious about using his abilities in the future.

Fan Ju wasn't someone who would seek trouble for himself. One could say that he had already left all his troubles behind in his previous life. Thinking and acting on it had become a habit for him. He also understood that if he really wanted to win the tournament, his current abilities were clearly not enough.

Swinging the racket, the most basic and frequently used part of tennis, was something Fan Ju had noticed during yesterday's match. If he couldn't find the sweet spot by relying on slow-motion adjustments, the power of each return was almost negligible.

The "sweet spot" is not a specialized term in tennis; it is often seen in many striking sports. Finding the best hitting point of the sweet spot is crucial in any striking sport. If Fan Ju couldn't hit the tennis ball accurately by instinct, overusing his abilities in the match would be a huge waste.

His abilities were not infinite. According to yesterday's situation, even at one times speed, he couldn't maintain it for more than 2 hours. The higher the speed, the more time would be consumed. Once all his energy was used up, he would enter a state of near-unconsciousness, as he did yesterday. Although there was no apparent effect the next day, Fan Ju didn't want to test whether his brain would continuously reach its limits and improve or be burned out by constant overuse!

"Hey? I thought it was someone else? Isn't this our little genius?" The voice was as clear as a lark, but such a beautiful sound made Fan Ju feel particularly uncomfortable.

"Uh... Sister Yan, why are you here?" Fan Ju stiffly retracted his racket, but his trembling wrist revealed his uneasy state of mind.

Yan Ximu felt a sense of pride when she saw her little brother's expression. No matter how talented he was, he would still end up in her hands, wouldn't he?

The relationship between Fan Ju and Yan Ximu was simple. In his previous life, Fan Ju and Yan Ximu didn't have much interaction. Although they were neighbors for eight years when they were young, after Fan Ju was eight and Yan Ximu was ten, their neighborhood in the city center was demolished by the government, and they had no further contact. Even in Fan Ju's limited memories from his rebirth, he only vaguely remembered playing with a little sister when he was young.

However, after rebirth, Fan Ju's extraordinary nature made their relationship strange. Fan Ju was naturally mature, but Yan Ximu was not a simple child to be toyed with.

Even the reborn Fan Ju had to admit that, in terms of intelligence, the Yan Ximu of his previous life was definitely smarter than him. However, in this life, her intelligence was mostly used to tease him, giving Fan Ju the troubles of a manga childhood friend.

Although Yan Ximu wasn't as beautiful as a celestial being, her delicate features and clear, lark-like voice still attracted many admirers. Even in this life, Fan Ju couldn't help but wonder if his decision to give up the opportunity to attend Peking University or Tsinghua University and instead enter a local school was because Yan Ximu also attended the same school.

"Why can't I come? Have you become so bold that you didn't even tell me you were participating in a tournament?" Yan Ximu didn't care about Fan Ju's reputation as a genius. At 168 cm, she directly grabbed the ear of the 180+ cm tall Fan Ju and started lecturing him.

"Ouch! Easy, my dear lady, I only found out the other night that Qin Tong had signed me up. If I had known earlier, how could I not have told you, my lady?" Fan Ju's ears weren't new to abuse, and his reaction was top-notch. He first grabbed Yan Ximu's hand before it could apply force and quickly explained to calm her down.

"Was it that guy Qin Tong who asked you to fill in again? I'll go find him to settle the score later! Hmph! By the way, when did your tennis get so good? Did some senior secretly teach you?"

Fan Ju, covering his ears, was truly helpless. To outsiders, his childhood friend seemed to have no flaws. Just by how easily she believed him, she would definitely stand up for him 100% if anything happened. But what made Fan Ju most helpless was her jealousy. However, when he recalled how he had constantly instilled the "we will always be together" plan in her when they were young, it was no wonder that although they weren't a couple, they were as close as a married couple.

Couples flirt, but married couples are a different story. Fan Ju could only blame his failed education from a young age. Although he had raised a "wife" who thought of him, this wife was too fierce, a Wu Zetian-level figure in ancient times.

"Don't talk nonsense about any senior. You know what kind of person I am. Winning the match is just because of my good athletic talent. I came early to practice my swings to keep winning." Fan Ju shamelessly hid his special abilities from his childhood friend. If his "dear lady" found out, she would surely make him perform for her every day!

After twisting his ear and hearing what she wanted to hear, Yan Ximu's anger subsided. In fact, she was just angry because she couldn't find her "little husband" all afternoon yesterday. She even went to the dorm early in the morning to "catch him in the act" but found him missing. Although she was relieved to hear that he had been in a tennis match yesterday afternoon and not fooling around, she still couldn't help but throw a tantrum after searching the entire school to find him.

Fan Ju was very clear about his "dear lady's" patterns. He didn't even need to say nice things to calm her down. As soon as he let go of his ear, she started to care about his match.

"You have a match this afternoon, right? I'll bring a few sisters to cheer for you! Don't embarrass me, or I'll tear your ears off if you lose!" Yan Ximu's final threat sounded more like a tease. By the end, her hands were already hooked around Fan Ju's forearm, and her chest was rubbing against him, making a certain part of Fan Ju stir!

After giving her instructions, Yan Ximu left the court with the pride of the most beautiful swan by the lake, leaving behind a 30-year-old man with a 16-year-old physiological age muttering to himself: "At 16, it's time to start..."

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**End of Chapter**