Another brand-new day.
“Did you hear about Ryoma Echizen and Ye Changfeng?”
“Yeah, I heard they’re both first-years.”
“Momoshiro said they’re not ordinary first-years.
If even he said that, it must be true.”
“Well, that’s a good thing, right?”
“Exactly.”
Early in the morning, the Seigaku tennis club regulars were already gathered and chatting about the new faces.
On Ye Changfeng’s side, the day had been another long, boring slog through classes.
The only thing that made it bearable was Matsushima Nanako’s Japanese class.
The moment the final bell rang, he grabbed his tennis bag and headed straight for the club.
Bang!
“Huh?
Did I hit someone?” As soon as Ye Changfeng entered the changing room, he collided with another person.
The guy was wearing a green headband.
Ye Changfeng tried to remember who he was but drew a blank — background characters really had no presence.
He had to ask the system.
“System, give me his info!”
Ding!
[Name: Masashi Arai]
[Grade: 2nd Year, Seigaku Middle School]
[Combat Power: 15 (Tennis Apprentice)]
[System Evaluation: Nothing much to say.
He’s just a chicken.
A cocky, vain little noob.]
‘Oh right, this is the guy who got completely destroyed by Ryoma,’ Ye Changfeng recalled.
‘Even less info than Sasabe.
Poor background character.’
“Who the hell walks without looking where they’re going?!
That hurt!” Arai, still on the ground, rubbed the back of his head.
“It’s you!
That first-year Chinese kid from yesterday!”
“Oh, morning,” Ye Changfeng replied indifferently.
“You—!
Is that how you talk to your senior?!
You bumped into me and you’re not even going to apologize?” Arai already held a grudge and saw this as the perfect chance to make trouble.
“You’re nothing.
Get out of my way.
I need to change,” Ye Changfeng said coldly, showing zero respect.
“What did you just say?!” Arai couldn’t believe his ears.
In Japan, respecting seniors was a big deal.
He never expected a first-year to be this arrogant.
“Face is earned through strength.
A weak clown like you is just in the way.” Ye Changfeng shook his head, stepped around Arai, and started changing as if the guy didn’t exist.
“I… I challenge you!
A tennis duel!” Arai was furious.
His pride had been trampled, and he was desperate to get it back.
“Not interested.” Ye Changfeng finished changing, turned, and walked out.
He slammed the door behind him — Bang!
— accidentally smashing it right into Arai’s nose.
The poor guy started bleeding again.
Ye Changfeng had zero interest in dealing with a weakling like Arai.
The system didn’t even give him a quest, so there were no points to gain.
He left small fry like this for Ryoma to handle.
He had more important things to do.
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“Kunimitsu, there’s a first-year outside looking for you.”
“Oh?
A first-year?” Tezuka Kunimitsu stopped writing and neatly organized the papers in front of him.
There were four forms on his desk — the lists and matchups for the upcoming intra-school ranking tournament.
Tezuka looked at the boy in front of him with slight confusion, but his face remained completely expressionless as always.
“What do you want?”
“Captain, I’m Ye Changfeng, a first-year.”
“I know.
Momoshiro told me about you.
What is it?”
“I want to know if I’ll be participating in the ranking tournament,” Ye Changfeng asked directly.
“That has nothing to do with you,” Tezuka replied coldly.
Looking at the icy Tezuka, Ye Changfeng felt a bit speechless.
‘He really is ruthless on the surface.’ But he knew that beneath that cold exterior was a man who loved tennis more than anyone — the captain who carried Seigaku on his shoulders without regret.
“I may not be your opponent right now, Tezuka-buchou,” Ye Changfeng said seriously, “but I’ll tell you this: Within one year, I will be stronger than everyone in Seigaku… including you.”
Facing Seigaku’s ace, Ye Changfeng’s words were extremely bold.
But he had the confidence to say them.
His goal wasn’t just to be the pillar of Seigaku or win the nationals — his goal was to become the strongest in the world, an existence that surpassed even the Tennis God.
With the Super God System, becoming the best in Seigaku was only a matter of time.
A sharp glint flashed in Tezuka’s eyes.
Very few people in Seigaku dared to speak to him like this.
Ding!
Main Quest Unlocked: Become a Seigaku Regular!
[Quest Rank: Blue Quest]
[Failure Penalty: All attributes reset to zero]
[Success Reward: 10,000 Exchange Points]
[Quest Evaluation: Becoming a Seigaku regular requires both strength and courage.
Create your own blue and white glory!]
‘Damn, it’s a main quest.’ Ye Changfeng thought.
‘Blue and white glory probably refers to the regular’s uniform.
Resetting all attributes as punishment is pretty harsh… But since the system issued the quest, that means I should be able to participate in the ranking tournament, right?’
“Whether you believe it or not, my goal is to become the best in the world.
Seigaku is just the first step.” After saying that, Ye Changfeng turned and walked away without waiting for a reply.
He had spoken so arrogantly on purpose.
He was confident that Tezuka would include him in the ranking matches.
Since Momoshiro had already vouched for his strength, the captain wouldn’t shut him out.
If things went badly, he was even ready to beg on his knees if necessary — the penalty for failing the main quest was simply too severe.
After Ye Changfeng left, Tezuka sat in silence for a while, then picked up his pen again and wrote down two more names on the list.
Ryoma Echizen
Ye Changfeng