Cheng Che calmly walked out of the players' tunnel with Qin Lie.
At the corner of the passageway, several Japan girls were waiting outside the fence.
They held up signs supporting Nakamura Takuma and wore dark blue " Nakamura " T-shirts.
When they saw Cheng Che walking over, the group of people were all stunned for a moment.
Then one of the girls with a ponytail rushed up, pulled a notebook out of her bag, handed it to Cheng Che, and quickly said something in Japanese.
Cheng Che understood.
She wanted an autograph.
He glanced at the " Nakamura " logo on her chest and smiled.
A fan of Nakamura Takuma, asking for his autograph.
He not only defeated Nakamura, but also won over his fans.
This feels good.
He took the notebook, signed it, and then took a photo with them.
The girls were so excited that they bowed repeatedly, and looked back several times before leaving.
When Cheng Che walked out of the stadium gate, Su Miaoyin and the other two were already waiting at the entrance.
Lin Lin and Zhao Xiaoman were still excitedly discussing the match they had just played, gesturing wildly as they talked.
Su Miaoyin stood to the side, holding a bottle of mineral water in her hand.
When she saw Cheng Che come out, she didn't call out or wave, but simply took a step forward and handed him the water.
Cheng Che took it, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.
Su Miaoyin looked at Cheng Che without any attempt to hide her gaze, her eyes sparkling.
That was the first time she had seen him play tennis live.
It's different from singing, different from attending class, and different from fixing a washing machine.
On that white, rectangular field, he was a different kind of person.
Sharper, more powerful, and more captivating.
Su Miaoyin, recalling the feeling of her heart racing in the stands, looked away somewhat embarrassed.
"Where did you guys go today?" Cheng Che asked.
"We went shopping and went to Akihabara," Lin Lin chirped in. "We ate a lot of local snacks. We also wanted to go to a hot spring, but we heard it's in Kanagawa, which is too far. We're planning to go to Tokyo Tower tonight."
" The Tokyo Tower is nice." Cheng Che nodded.
The group chatted and laughed as they found a restaurant near the stadium for dinner.
Qin Lie booked a small private room. Five people sat around a small square table, and the dishes were Japanese set meals and a few side dishes.
Cheng Che ate a bowl of eel rice and then ordered a serving of fried chicken.
Su Miaoyin sat opposite him, eating a piece of tamagoyaki slowly with her chopsticks, occasionally glancing up at him.
After dinner, Qin Lie drove Su Miaoyin and the other two back to their hotel.
As she was getting out of the car, Su Miaoyin glanced back at Cheng Che.
Good luck in tomorrow's game.
"Um."
After the car left, Cheng Che and Qin Lie returned to the hotel.
Cheng Che sat in the chair in front of the French windows, opened the system panel, and glanced at the Intelligence Trial.
[ Intelligence Trial, Stage 3: The Eye of Mathematics. Task Objective: Extract a core mathematical idea or tool from three mathematical papers on different branches of mathematics, write an analysis report, and obtain written approval from at least one mathematics professor.]
He thought about it.
This task is much harder than writing that marathon paper.
Extracting common core ideas from three mathematical papers on completely different branches requires a very strong mathematical foundation and academic intuition.
Although his current math skills are among the best of undergraduate freshmen, he is still far from being able to complete this task.
"Put it aside." He closed the task panel, not in a hurry.
Then he remembered something he had used in the game earlier that day.
[ Those with Keen-Eared One ].
That was a title he had acquired before, which allowed him to judge the other person's physical condition and the tendency of their next move by observing their breathing, footsteps, and subtle physical reactions.
In today's match, Nakamura Takuma activated this ability several times.
He noticed that Nakamura's breathing became heavier, his steps slower, and his shoulders slumped slightly after the start of the second set.
He doesn't need to see, he only needs to hear.
This is a good title.
He leaned back in his chair, gazing at the night view of Tokyo Bay outside the window.
The Rainbow Bridge in the distance was lit up, drawing a ribbon of light across the dark sea.
Meanwhile, clips from the Tokyo Open are being widely shared on the Chinese internet.
A fan of Cheng Che posted a video of a match in the super topic, titled "He's still playing tennis".
[Sisters, I thought he was too busy filming, writing songs, and doing endorsements to play tennis anymore. But he went to the Tokyo Open! And he beat the Japanese to surrender! Look at his serve, it was over 200 kilometers per hour, they were completely stunned!]
The comments section exploded with excitement from the fans.
[I told you he wouldn't give up tennis! He's an athlete!]
[Where are those people who said he neglected his training after entering the entertainment industry? Come out and apologize!]
[That serve was so powerful, it gave me goosebumps.]
[His tennis playing style is completely different from his singing style, but he's handsome in both!]
There's another match tomorrow! I'm going to watch the live stream!
[ Cheng Che, charge! Take over Tokyo!]
These posts were shared everywhere, and even some accounts that specialize in tennis content commented on them.
A tennis blogger posted an analysis video, breaking down Cheng Che's serve data ball by ball today, and concluded with the following statement:
"His serve is already above the professional average. If he can maintain this level, he certainly has a chance in the main draw."
In the comments section, someone replied:
"He didn't even use his full strength today. Look at his expression after the fight, like he'd just warmed up."
The next day, at 10:00 AM Tokyo time.
Cheng Che stood on the field for the second round of the qualifying tournament.
His opponent was another Japan player, ranked lower than Nakamura.
There were significantly more spectators in the stands than yesterday, many of whom had come specifically after watching the live broadcast yesterday.
Su Miaoyin and her two companions were still sitting in the third row, but today there were a few more people around them, holding up a Chinese banner by Cheng Che.
Cheng Che patted the ball and glanced at the other side.
The opponent was breathing heavily.
I'm already nervous before the game even starts.
He recognized it.
Then he tossed the ball and swung his racket.