The weather in early spring in Shanghai is still a lot of chill, and the clothes of pedestrians walking on the road are also slightly heavy. The rainy weather in Jiangnan makes passers-by carry a small umbrella with them. When the drizzle falls from the sky, walking in the urban jungle made of steel and concrete with small flower umbrellas, it also has a bit of a petty bourgeois style.

"This damn weather, it rains all day long. Where is this ghost tennis center?" Fan Ju was so angry that he had known this ghost weather. He would have been waiting for two days to come again. He took the address he found online and had been on the road for almost 20 minutes. He has not found the location of the tennis center yet.

Since having had a "peak showdown" with that senior Swen, Fan Ju suddenly lost interest in the school's tennis competition. Although the senior with glasses begged Fan Ju several times, Fan Ju, who was determined, made up his mind, still made the decision to "quit the competition due to injury."

Of course, because of Fan Ju's withdrawal, Huang Zhiren inexplicably qualified to advance to the finals, and Fan Ju was not very good at all. First, he was "extorted" by his buddy in the same dormitory and then "expensive" foreign fast food. After returning, he could not escape the torture of Yan Ximu, who had received the news, was ruthlessly forced to question him.

"I want to play professional tennis. This level of game is so boring."

Many people may be stunned when they hear Fan Ju's answer, but Yan Ximu did not. She "looked" at Fan Ju since she was a child, and of course she knew how capable her little husband was. There was nothing he could not do, and since that must be his reason for saying that.

"You have thought about it. It's professional tennis, not table tennis. Do you know how to become a professional player?" Yan Ximu did not attack Fan Ju, but asked very seriously.

Fan Ju scratched the back of his head habitually. He didn't think so much, but he thought this was not a problem. After all, he was still "young", and even if he spent one or two years to practice again, it would be too late. As for how to become a professional player, there is always a way, right?

Of course Fan Ju took it for granted, but Yan Ximu was very concerned. The next day, Fan Ju got a note recording the address.

"It should be this? Why is it a hotel... The Xijiao Hotel seems to be quite famous, but who can tell me how to get to the tennis center..." After swaying with the address for a long time, Fan Ju finally gave up relying on his own efforts. Nowadays, mobile phones do not have the function of satellite positioning. With Fan Ju's blind spirit, even if he finds tomorrow, it will be useless.

What should I do if I get lost? After summarizing Fan Ju’s previous life and his lost experience in this life, he came up with a very effective method, which is to ask for directions with his mouth.

"Uncle, do you know how to get to this address?" Of course, you have to be able to choose people when asking for directions. The city has changed too fast these days. Even if you just pull an old man and a lady, you may not know how to get to those new landmarks. Fan Ju steadily chose the middle-aged security guard at the entrance of the hotel. People of this age have both experience and stay here to work, so they will definitely know a little.

The security guard didn't see it. After looking at the address, he knew where it was. He took the paper and pointed to a door hole not far away. "You are looking for the tennis center? You just walked in and walked inside. You couldn't see it outside. You walked 100 meters inside and made a bend."

Just beside you? Fan Ju first thanked the security guard and found that the security guard pointed at the location he had passed by just now. When he walked to the door, Fan Ju could only call him a scam, it would be fine if you don’t have your own sign at the door of the tennis center. Why do you hide so secretly? It’s not that you are doing something shameful.

Fan Ju complained, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found the place. Although it was raining, the surrounding environment seemed really good. The houses near the hotel were all small western-style buildings of uniform style, and there were three or four stories high and lush trees. It was said that the hotel looked like it had entered a park.

Following the way the security guard pointed out, Fan Ju found this tennis center. The staggered tennis courts were much higher than those in Fan Ju School. Although it was raining lightly and no one was practicing, each court was cleaned clean. The central building protected by the eight courts was also quite distinctive. From the outside, he thought it was a swimming pool. However, as soon as Fan Ju approached, he heard that what came from inside was not the sound of water clattering in the swimming pool, but the special short and heavy impact of tennis balls touching the ground.

"Is there anything wrong with this classmate?" When Fan Ju arrived at the tennis center, he did not find someone immediately, but looked at the environment first. After all, if there were only a few broken courts, Fan Ju would definitely turn around and leave immediately.

"Oh, hello, I heard that there is a tennis center here. I want to find the coach here to find out the situation." Fan Ju looked at it for a while and thought it was pretty good. At least he probably couldn't find any better ones these days. With his limited memory, he knew that there would be better in the future. Even the world-class tennis courts and training centers are located in Shanghai for the Masters Cup, but these days, they don't even know whether they have started or not.

"Coach? Which coach do you want? If you rent a stadium to play, we have a front desk to serve. Although it rains today, you can book a weekend first. The stadium fee is only 100 yuan per hour."

100 a hour is enough? It's really dark... Now in 2002, the housing prices in Shanghai are only 4,000 a square meter this year. Isn't it mean that playing tennis for 40 hours requires one square meter of houses? This is not a place to play basketball, it's simply burning money.

Fan Ju looks very young, but his behavior is oppositely mature. If a 16 or 17-year-old boy would be somewhat frightened when he hears this guy, but although Fan Ju's heart is dark, his face is still stable.

"I'm not here to rent a court. I want to ask the coach. It should be said that the best coach here will teach me solo. By the way, I'll ask you to contact me if it's convenient. Thank you." Fan Ju was too lazy to waste time, and the rain in the sky was not very comfortable.

Head coach? Practice alone? Professional? Is this person not sick? The person who received Fan Ju is actually considered a coach on the court, but he is the lowest level of sparring. Their head coach is a national sports sportsman. After a few years, he not only won the singles championship in the Asian Cup, but also participated in the Open and won the runner-up in the doubles, and even participated in the Davis Cup.

Usually, the tennis center has 8 classes of 1,200 yuan, and only two coaches with intermediate ITF qualifications are enough. It can only be one and a half hours at a time. You have to ask the head coach to help you practice alone. It is not clear what the price is for training. Anyway, he knows that when a few domestic professional players come to Shanghai, they have to come to greet the head coach. It is good to play a few rare rounds and give guidance.

In fact, the coaching coach wanted to ask if you were joking, but Fan Ju didn't look like he ran out of a mental hospital. The coach hesitated for a moment and asked Fan Ju to keep up with him. The head coach was actually in the infield. There were two good seedlings being cultivated in the tennis center. The head coach has always been personally guided by the head coach. It is said that he planned to participate in the Shanghai competition of the International Youth League (ITFU18) Tennis Tour.

"Coach Li, someone is looking for you outside." The sparring coach did not let Fan Ju enter the inner court. Fan Ju followed him all the way and had never heard of him. He looked around for a while and shook his head for a while but nodded again, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Coach Li is in his 40s, but his years of engaging in tennis makes him look like he has no sign of gaining weight in middle age. When training for those talented young students, he often comes out to demonstrate and even play practice games for the students. Although he has been away from professional competitions for so many years, he still maintains a good athlete figure.

"Looking for me? What's the matter?" Coach Li was a little surprised. He had not received any information from anyone looking for him recently. He looked in the direction pointed by the assistant coach. Coach Li saw a young man standing next to the door. However, the young man did not look at him at this time. Instead, he looked at the two students playing the practice game on the court with a satisfied smile. This made Coach Li even more strange. The identity of this young man came.

"He said he was the best coach in the center to do single teaching, and said he wanted to ask about professional tennis. I think you must be the best coach in our center. I thought he had made an appointment with you, so I asked him to find all the coaches." The sparring coach found that Coach Li obviously didn't know this young man, so he didn't plan to continue. However, the slick sparring coach also flattered Coach Li a few words, hoping that Coach Li would not blame his own actions.

The best coaching solo practice? And professional tennis? This little guy is a little interesting.
Chapter completed!