June 2007, Xu City's First Middle School in China.
The summer heat was raging, and the sun shone through the verdant phoenix trees of the Flan Kingdom, sprinkling spots on the tree-lined path.
The pressure on the freshmen and second-year students was not as great as that of the third-year students. They formed groups of twos and threes and went to the campus convenience store to buy an ice cream for one or two yuan.
Yang Fan stood under the shade of a tree and looked at the campus that had been gone for many years. The familiar and unfamiliar campus was filled with emotions.
However, now was not the time to be emotional. He opened the system mission and it clearly wrote: Please stand out in the tennis competition of the Japanese exchange group and attract the attention of the school.
[Reward: Obtain a permanent skill]
Yang Fan did not know why he had transmigrated.
Yang Fan was thirty years old. He relied on his family's connections to find a temporary job in a public institution. His family wanted to pay him a sum of money to make him a permanent employee. Then, Yang Fan could just wait for death for the rest of his life.
It was just that he had stayed up late that day to play a game called " Arts Company."
When she woke up, she had inexplicably transmigrated to her high school days.
Yang Fan vaguely remembered the exchange group from Japan. It was only a few days away from the college entrance examination, so this matter had nothing to do with the third year of high school. Yang Fan had only heard a few words.
Yang Fan took a deep breath and walked towards the school gymnasium. He was inexplicably reborn back to his high school days. The time was fixed in 2007. At this time, housing prices were not as daunting as the market. Next year, with the opening of the Olympiad, the stock market would officially soar.
Yang Fan's mother was a stockholder, so Yang Fan had some memory of the stock market. As long as he gave his mother a little guidance, it would not be a problem to earn a few million. Then, he would go to Beijing to buy a few properties. Yang Fan could easily be a rich man for the rest of his life.
Unfortunately, the Literature and Art Company bound him to a system that identified him as an idol. The value of Yang Fan's existence was to become everyone's idol and make everyone worship him. If he couldn't do this, the system's ability would gradually disappear, and Yang Fan would become an ordinary person. On the contrary, as more people worshipped Yang Fan, Yang Fan's ability would increase.
As the national idol, Yang Fan automatically received a reward:
Perfect Voice (Beginner)
Guitar Specialization (Beginner)
Eidetic Memory (Advanced)
[Language Mastery (Advanced): Mastery of all languages in the world]
With four skills, Yang Fan had the capital to become a third-rate star. Then, the system store opened:
There were permanent and temporary skills in the system store. For example, Fighting Specialization, Ball Specialization, and all kinds of large and small skill packs. The temporary skills could last for an hour to a day, while the permanent skills were permanent.
These skill packs needed Yang Fan to use DNA points to buy. DNA points were equivalent to the number of fans. Becoming Yang Fan's fan would give Yang Fan a bit of DNA strength. Yang Fan could use DNA to obtain skills.
In order to have a better life in the future, Yang Fan had no choice but to walk towards the stadium obediently.
This parallel world after his rebirth was based on the game Arts and Culture Company. Therefore, although it was similar to Yang Fan's previous world, there were differences. The cultural field was blank. There were no Tianlong, Condor Shooting, Battle Break, or Douluo.
There were only some mediocre cultural books.
It wasn't that Yang Fan hadn't used the Internet to check, but it was a pity that all the novels, movies, and television dramas that Yang Fan knew were nowhere to be found.
And Yang Fan happened to have the ability to remember everything he saw. This meant that Yang Fan could clearly remember all the books and songs he had read in his previous life. He could use them as he pleased and take the essence of culture that this world did not have for himself.
Yang Fan thought that this was also the system's intention to let him, this pathogen, expand the world as soon as possible.
At this time, Yang Fan had already arrived in front of the gymnasium. In his previous life, this Japanese exchange group was a school matter and had nothing to do with him at all. Therefore, Yang Fan did not know much about it. He only knew that this Japanese exchange group was very arrogant. Not only did they beat up the school team, but they even spread the words of the Sick Man of East Asia. The students who knew about it at that time were filled with righteous indignation, but they were also afraid of the dignity of the school leaders. Thus, they were pointed at and scolded.
At this moment, the gymnasium was already packed with juniors from the first and second years. Occasionally, a few bad guys from the third year would sneak in to watch the battle.
"Hey! That boy is so handsome!"
"That's right. Didn't they say that Japanese boys are very short? Why are these Japanese guys taller than our Yanxia guys?”
A group of juniors gathered together and said lovestruck.
After a junior heard this, he sneered and said,"Of course the Japanese are short, but it's not their height, it's their height!”
"Next?" The female students didn't react at first, but when they did, their faces couldn't help but turn red. Back then, girls weren't as open-minded as they were now. Back then, girls still belonged to the pure era where they instinctively blushed.
Yang Fan went up to the audience seats on the second floor and could barely see the situation of the arena. The arena was indeed not optimistic. The Japanese exchange team was clearly prepared. Each of them was strong and strong. Although the average height of the Japanese had increased significantly after the second war, it was not so scary. These boys were clearly selected through thousands of selections.
The sport of tennis was not a mainstream sport in Xia country, so very few people knew how to play tennis, and even fewer people specialized in tennis. The Japanese exchange team suddenly said that they wanted to play an exchange match. The vice-principal who was in charge of hosting the exchange team was stunned for a moment, but he still agreed. In his opinion, it was just an ordinary exchange match. Moreover, the First Middle School had always advocated all-round development. Among the more than 2,000 students, it was easy to find a few tennis players.
However, when the competition began, the vice-principal realized that something was amiss. The people sent by the Japanese had obviously undergone professional training. It could be seen from their physiques that they were obviously not on the same level as the Japanese.
There were seven participants from each side. The first three rounds were singles, and the last two were doubles. The first round was 0:45. Xia Country suffered a crushing defeat.
The second match was in full swing. The score was 0:30. The Chinese players looked to be struggling. The Japanese player was half a head taller than the Chinese player and looked very strong. Just as he was about to serve the ball, he slammed the ball and smashed it directly onto the Chinese player's face. The player also fell on his butt.
The whistle blew at the rehearsal. 0:45. The Japanese players won. They took a 15-minute break to prepare for the third game.
The Japanese team members left the field, and a group of Japanese boys surrounded them. They laughed and said,"Yamamoto! That shot was really something! To be honest, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Yamamoto Ichiro opened the bottle of mineral water and took a sip. He looked at the smiling boy and said seriously,"Baka ~ What do you mean by intentional? I was just performing normally. They were too weak.”
"I know, I know." The group of Japanese boys laughed.
"Hehe, Yamamoto San, you're really something. Let me tell you, when you were playing, Haruma-san was staring at you!”
Yamamoto tightened his grip on the bottle of mineral water and almost choked on his water. He looked at the audience in disbelief and saw a group of Japanese girls sitting in the seats of the Japanese exchange team. Yamamoto's gaze was on the most beautiful girl, Kasugano Dome.
Kasugano Dome held a rabbit doll in his hand and smiled brightly as he whispered to the female students beside him.
Such a beautiful girl was the dream lover of countless people. Yamamoto looked at the person who spoke just now in disbelief and asked,"Hey, you're not lying to me, are you? Did Haruka really look at me just now?”
At this point, Yamamoto's rough face revealed a rare shyness.
"Really, really! Yamamoto, you're very strong!" The boy gave Yamamoto Ichiro a thumbs up.
Yamamoto Ichiro was instantly filled with confidence and said,"Yuxi! Since that's the case, then I'll have to go on stage in the next round!”
"Hey, Yamamoto, I can't let you monopolize the limelight.”
Yamamoto Ichiro sneered and said,""I alone can deal with these three-legged cats. All you need to do is rest.”
After saying that, Ichiro Yamamoto picked up his racket and stood on the stage again. At this time, there was no one on the stage, which attracted the attention of many people. Ichiro Yamamoto took a deep breath and said in his native language,"I say, you sick men of East Asia, out of hundreds of millions of people, is there not a single person who knows tennis? Come up one by one. As long as you beat me, I can kneel and call you daddy.”
Some of the students stared at Yamamoto Ichiro in confusion. When the Japanese students heard Yamamoto Ichiro's words, they couldn't help but laugh out loud. The Japanese teacher who was communicating with the vice-principal couldn't help but scold him when he heard this."Hey, hey, Yamamoto, pay attention to your influence.”
"What did that boy shout just now?" the vice-principal asked curiously.”
The Japanese teacher replied in standard Mandarin,""It's nothing. I just hope to spar with someone better in your school!”
The vice-principal nodded in agreement, but he frowned. The vice-principal had never thought that this seemingly simple exchange competition was actually a trap that had been dug for a long time. If this continued, all five matches would definitely be wiped out. At that time, not only would he lose face, but the school would also be laughed at by other schools.
There were still three more matches to go. The vice-principal was very conflicted. Should he contact a professional outside to play for him?
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