The next day.
“Xiao Feng, how are these few chapters I drew?” Early in the morning, Mayu brought over several finished pages for him to review.
“Hmm, good.
This style is perfect.
Keep it up!” Ye Changfeng nodded in satisfaction.
“Hehe, of course!
Who do you think drew them?” Mayu playfully poked his nose.
“Where are today’s storyboards?”
“Not ready yet.
I’ll give them to you this afternoon.
I need to head out for a bit!” It hadn’t been 24 hours yet, so the generator hadn’t produced new ones.
“Oh!” Mayu replied and went back to drawing.
Her passion for manga was truly strong — otherwise she wouldn’t have endured 101 rejections.
“Mayu-nee, don’t push yourself too hard.
Rome wasn’t built in a day,” Ye Changfeng said worriedly.
“I know, you’re so naggy!
Aren’t you going out?
Hurry up and go!” Mayu said.
“Alright then,” Ye Changfeng sighed.
“I’m heading out!”
Seigaku Tennis Club
“Wow, Katsuo, your dad is amazing!” Horio said.
“Being a coach at such a nice tennis club.”
“It’s nothing special.
He’s just a regular coach,” Katsuo replied modestly.
“What’s with this first-year gathering?
Where’s Matsushima-sensei?” Ye Changfeng asked while yawning.
“Ah!
Sensei said she got called away by a magazine last minute, so she can’t make it today.
It’ll just be us,” Katsuo explained.
“Tch, who wants to play tennis with you noobs anyway?
My time is very valuable,” Ye Changfeng thought.
“Morning,” Ryoma arrived as well.
“Hello!” A middle-aged man with a mustache greeted them.
It was Katsuo’s father, the coach at this club.
“Hello, Uncle!” everyone replied.
“You must be Ye Changfeng.
I’ve heard quite a few rumors about you from my son.
They say you’re very strong,” Katsuo’s father said.
“So-so, I guess,” Ye Changfeng replied casually.
“Still better than some people.” His gaze drifted toward Ryoma.
“Tch~” Ryoma snorted.
Katsuo’s father pointed toward the courts.
“Alright, enough talk.
Let me take you to the courts to warm up.”
On the court.
“Mr.
Kato, I’m really looking forward to today’s lesson!” A middle-aged man with a gold tooth appeared.
“Yes, Mr.
Sasaki!” Katsuo’s father smiled.
“Let’s start with warm-up exercises first!”
“No need.
We’re not beginners,” Sasaki said, pointing at himself and his son Sasabe.
“Even so, skipping proper warm-up can lead to muscle strain and injury.”
“Muscle strain?
Don’t lump us in with those amateurs!” Sasabe said arrogantly.
“That’s right!” Sasaki agreed.
“Coach Kato, I was once a high school player who reached the semifinals.
Skip the warm-up and just teach me a powerful topspin serve!
Show me some real professional-level stuff!”
“This uncle doesn’t actually want to learn tennis.
He just wants to embarrass Katsuo’s dad!” Horio whispered.
‘Hmm, this guy looks familiar,’ Ye Changfeng thought as he looked at the troublemakers.
“I think Coach Kato only knows how to teach warm-ups!
Haha!” Sasaki laughed, and Sasabe joined in.
“I heard your son made it into Seigaku’s tennis club, but he’ll probably just be a ball boy for the next three years.
Hahaha!”
“That guy!
Damn it!” Horio was furious.
“And I also heard Seigaku has two first-year regulars this year.
How laughable.
Are they really that desperate?
Looks like Seigaku is getting worse and worse!” Sasaki kept running his mouth.
Ding!
[Random Quest Triggered: Crush the Sasabe Father and Son]
[Quest Rank: Green Quest]
[Failure Penalty: If you fail, go buy a block of tofu and smash your head with it!]
[Success Reward: 2,000 Exchange Points]
[Quest Evaluation: Like father, like son.
These arrogant, skill-less Sasabe father and son are truly ridiculous.
User, thoroughly crush them and shut these trash-talking clowns up forever!]
“So that’s why he looked familiar.
It’s the noob I got first blood on.
His dad is even more annoying.
Looks like it’s my turn to step up,” Ye Changfeng thought after hearing the system prompt.
“Hey!
You two with gunpowder in your mouths — do you know how noisy you are?” Ye Changfeng shouted.
Sasaki paused, then saw it was just a middle school kid.
“Brat, what did you say?
Do you have a death wish?”
“I said people without strength shouldn’t make so much noise.
What, you got a problem with that?” Ye Changfeng said indifferently.
“Want to play a match?
1 vs 2.
Me against both of you father and son.
How about it?”
“Hahaha!
Is this kid crazy?” Sasaki laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke of his life.
His son Sasabe, however, looked a bit uneasy.
“This kid looks familiar… where have I seen him?”
“Fine!
You two against me.
If you win one point, I’ll give you 20,000 yen.
If I win one point, you give me 10,000 yen.” Ye Changfeng pulled out a thick stack of yen he had just exchanged from the system.
Seeing the real money, Sasaki grinned.
“Someone’s giving us free money today.
Hahaha!
What great luck!”
“Changfeng, 1 vs 2… Even though you’re strong, isn’t this too risky?
And betting money too.
What if you lose?” Katsuo asked worriedly.
“No problem!
You already know how strong Changfeng is!” Horio laughed.
The match began.
Ye Changfeng served first.
He wasn’t going to hold back like Ryoma.
One Ball… Soul!
The ball flew toward Sasabe.
It was a Master-level Scud Serve.
Even players with over 10,000 combat power would struggle with it, let alone a weakling like Sasabe.
Sasabe’s father probably wasn’t much stronger either.
“I remember now!
This is the guy who knocked me out!
That same serve, but even faster!” Sasabe realized too late.
The ball bounced and smashed straight into Sasabe’s forehead.
Thud!
Sasabe was knocked out in one hit and collapsed.
‘As expected of a combat power 5 trash.
Went down nice and clean.’
“Son, are you okay?!” Sasaki shouted.
“Dad, forget it.
This guy is way too strong!” Sasabe cried.
“What?
You useless kid!
Get off the court.
Let your dad teach this brat a lesson!” Sasaki had his son carried away.
“Oh?
You’ve got some spirit after all!” Ye Changfeng said.
“Then try this ball!”
Another One Ball… Soul!
Sasaki was slightly stronger than his son and managed to stay standing, though the ball still hit him in the face.
A golden retriever really is tougher.
30-0!
40-0!
Ye Changfeng wins the game!
After just one game, Sasaki’s entire face was swollen like a pig’s head.
The golden retriever had been turned into a Chinese field dog.
Horio and the others found it incredibly satisfying.
“He’s still standing.
Perfect time to test my new skill!” Ye Changfeng smiled.
Sasaki’s face was too swollen to show expression, but the bloodshot veins in his eyes showed his rage.
He had never been humiliated this badly in his life.
Bullet Serve!
Sasaki served with all his strength.
First Style Hadoukyuu!
Ye Changfeng’s arm swelled as he unleashed the first form of 108 Hadoukyuu.
Boom!
The ball shot forward like a beam of light toward Sasaki.
Thud!
Sasaki barely managed to put his racket in front of him before the ball sent both him and the racket flying.
Second Style Hadoukyuu!
This time he flew over a meter.
Third Style Hadoukyuu!
This time he was sent all the way to the back fence.
Horio and the others were stunned.
‘What kind of technique is that?!’ So Changfeng had been holding back this whole time!
Unfortunately, Sasaki was no Takashi Kawamura.
After the third Hadoukyuu, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“I surrender!
I surrender!” Sasaki lay on the ground and refused to get up.
“Hahaha!” Everyone laughed at his miserable state.
Ding!
Quest Completed.
Completion rate 200%.
Double reward: 4,000 points.
“Huh?
What’s this completion rate thing?” This was the first time it had appeared.
“Reporting to Master, quests can be overcompleted.
The system will give extra rewards based on completion rate,” the system explained.
“Why didn’t it show up before?”
“I forgot!” the system replied.
Ye Changfeng was speechless.
“You can do that?”
He walked over to Sasaki.
“Sorry about that.
I shouldn’t have played tennis against two such weak opponents.
Remember — only people with strength have the right to be arrogant.
If you don’t have strength… hehe.
Oh, and by the way, I’m one of those ‘trash’ Seigaku first-year regulars you mentioned.”
“Where’s the money?” Ye Changfeng asked.
Sasaki reluctantly handed over 70,000 yen.
Ye Changfeng took the money, didn’t even look at it, and threw it all into the air.
Banknotes fluttered down across the court like snow.
Truly arrogant!
This guy was insanely arrogant!
But he had the strength and the capital to back it up.
“If only I had that kind of strength…” Horio and Katsuo thought the same, but not Ryoma Echizen.
“I will defeat this guy!” Ryoma added another name to his list of people he must beat.