The fake daughter is crazy about her waistcoat and leads her whole family into a wealthy family

Chapter 192 The door to professional tennis

Until he was carried out of the tennis court, Anyang didn't know that he was playing with a professional player today.

He was almost dying sitting in the off-road vehicle, exhaling contentedly and exhaling: "Sure enough, it is better to play tennis. When playing basketball, it depends on the team and cooperation, and you can't just focus on your own performance. But tennis is different. You can play how you want. , this feeling is great..."

An Yuan pursed her lips and smiled: "You must have rested for a few days after fighting like this today."

"When you get some rest, maybe something good will happen."

"Well, I think so too." Anyang closed his eyes and smiled, "Every time I win, I feel that the world is extremely beautiful, and it seems that everything I want to have will come true..."

"Huhuhu..."

He fell asleep and had a dream.

He dreamed that he was playing tennis in a Grand Slam and won the championship, and everyone was cheering for him...

He had this kind of dream every day, which lasted until class.

October 10th is his 10th birthday.

It's a big birthday, and it should be celebrated.

But he sat by the window and looked at the basketball court not far away. Thinking that his basketball dream was gone, he still felt a little depressed. He planned to tell his family after class that he had an exam tonight, so there was no need to prepare a big meal or gift for him.

However, after class, when he walked out of the teaching building with his backpack on his back and was about to walk into the nearby woods to make a phone call, three well-dressed people from society appeared in front of him.

One of the middle-aged men with a mustache said: "Hello, Anyang, I am the manager of the Breakthrough Tennis Club, my surname is Lin."

"This is Coach Yang from our club, and this is Sister Chen, our club's agent."

"Hello, hello." Anyang was surprised and said awkwardly, "What do you want from me?"

Manager Lin said: "We carefully watched your match on October 10th, and also learned about your situation from people in the circle and people from the University of Technology. We all agreed that you have extremely high tennis talent and the potential to become a professional." tennis player."

He smiled: "We want to sign you, and we are here to talk to you in detail today."

Anyang opened his eyes wide, looked at them in shock for a while, and then said warily: "You didn't lie to me, did you?"

Manager Lin didn't mind his reaction. He turned on his phone and clicked on the club's official website: "Here is our information."

Anyang carefully compared the photos on the website with their looks, and then nodded seriously: "Let's go to the restaurant and I'll treat you to dinner."

They eat stir-fried food on the second floor of a small restaurant. It tastes good and is not expensive.

While Manager Lin and the other three were eating, they explained to Anyang the situation of the club and the club's analysis, evaluation, expectations, career plans, etc. of him. They also explained in detail the benefits that could be provided to him.

Even if Anyang has never really been in the tennis circle, he knows that the conditions offered to him by the club are pretty good.

It was simply pie in the sky.

But he did not agree to the other party easily. He just told them: "Before both parties make a final decision, I want to confess to you why I gave up basketball."

Because there was no evidence, he did not specify which game it was. He only said that he once refused to match-fix in a professional team game and offended a big shot in the circle. Therefore, he was banned from the basketball circle and had to quit.

He stared at the three people in front of him: "If something like this happens again, I will still choose to refuse to match-fix. Do you want me like this?"

Manager Lin and the other three looked at each other.

Coach Yang, who looked a bit old-fashioned, serious and seldom spoke, slapped the table: "I like players who refuse to admit defeat, have backbone and a strong desire to win! Your temper is what I like."

Sister Chen said: "I support your choice."

"But I want to ask you, if you are occasionally asked to play ball with clients, fans, tennis enthusiasts, children, etc. or participate in unofficial friendly matches, etc., will you still have to work hard to win and not tolerate a little sand in your eyes?"

Anyang was stunned. After thinking carefully for a moment, he shook his head: "I am not that rigid. As long as it is fair and impartial and does not damage the honor of the individual, team or country, I will not take this kind of private tennis exchange seriously."

The situations he mentioned were different from the basketball match between him and Country H.

In that game, they represented the country, and there were so many spectators cheering them on. How could they deliberately lose to Country H?

Sister Chen nodded: "It's good that you think so."

She paused for a moment, then her face became solemn: "The goal of our club is to break through ourselves, cultivate more and better local players to enter the world competition, and win more honors!"

"Therefore, the club has never asked players to match-fix in the past, present or future, nor will it tolerate players to match-fix."

"If you choose our club, we will try our best to train you into an outstanding professional player and give you enough room for development."

Manager Lin waited for the other two to finish speaking, then smiled and said: "Players who don't want to win the championship are not good players. Your choice has improved my rating of you."

Anyang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "If you think so, then I don't have a big problem."

Both parties were very happy and finalized various details of the signing at the dinner table.

05:30 in the evening.

Anyuan drove to pick Anyang back up for birthday dinner.

As soon as Anyang saw her, he ran over quickly and started running in front of her, as excited as a child: "Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan, let me tell you some great news!"

"The top management of Breakthrough Tennis Club came to me at noon today and said they wanted to sign a contract with me and wanted to train me to become a professional tennis player or even a tennis star!"

"Whether you can become a star or not is not important. What is important is that you will have the opportunity to play a Grand Slam in the future!"

"Do you think I'm great? Am I lucky?"

"Of course you are great." An Yuan smiled, "Didn't I say that if God closes one door for you, he will definitely open another door for you."

"However, this door to professional tennis is opened by your strength, definitely not by luck."

"Xiaoyuan——" Anyang looked at her with a moved face, his eyes were red and his voice was choked, "These are all the good luck you brought me. If you hadn't taken me to the club to play tennis, I would probably have lost my life. I can’t even realize my tennis dream…”

Anyuan patted his shoulder gently: "Don't be too moved, your good days are still to come."

"Xiao Yuan——" Anyang was even more moved. He looked at her intently for a few seconds and then suddenly burst out crying. He hugged her arm, buried his face on her shoulder, and cried loudly. .

"Xiao Yuan, actually, I, I was afraid of being embarrassed and worried that my family would be worried, so I didn't dare to say it..."

"After the accident, I felt terribly uncomfortable. I hid in bed almost every night and hugged and cried in my arms. I even wanted to run and jump off the building..."