Chapter 677: It's too hard to be a decent person

"Are you really participating in the children's division competition?"

Ivy looked at Zheng Qian with uncertainty. Her mother was right; a man's mouth is a lying ghost. It's better to believe in ghosts in this world than to believe a man's nonsense. He must be a well-known player in Jiuzhou; otherwise, he couldn't possibly have such strength.

That shot just now couldn't have been hit just by someone telling him the serve location in advance!

That kind of reaction was simply terrifying to the extreme.

No, it wasn't just the reaction! There was also his power. Yang Mu's shot just now was heavy and powerful; under the effect of acceleration, it would require immense strength! Ivy felt dazed at this moment, unable to recover for a long time, muttering to herself, "This... how many pounds of force would that require... is he born with superhuman strength?"

"No, actually, it doesn't take that much power."

Zheng Qian shook his head. Having purchased various Semiconductor Chip manufacturing manuals through the system, his reserve of knowledge in physics, chemistry, and other fields was quite substantial. His brain began to run calculations at high speed, and he answered subconsciously, "Assuming the mass of a tennis racket is 800 grams, and calculating based on a speed of 260 kilometers per hour, it would require approximately 105.6 pounds of force."

"That's just the force Yang Mu needed to exert. Even if he added spin, causing the ball to accelerate slightly after bouncing off the hard court, the force required for a return wouldn't be outrageously high. It doesn't require superhuman strength."

Hearing Zheng Qian's remarks, Ivy was even more dazed. Was he just spouting nonsense? Or did he really arrive at this conclusion through mental calculation?

Didn't they say that people with well-developed limbs usually have simple brains? Thinking of this, Ivy subconsciously glanced at Duan Qiran standing on the sidelines. Yeah, right, just like him; he looks exactly like that kind of person.

"You calculated it just like that?" Ivy asked, uncertain. "How did you calculate it?"

Zheng Qian answered subconsciously, "According to Newton's second law, force equals mass times acceleration. Both mass and acceleration can be estimated, so the force can be too. I said, that's just a theoretical value, but it has reference significance."

Strong... unbelievably strong. Ivy gave a thumbs up and spoke the first Chinese phrase she had learned, saying in a very articulate Jiuzhou dialect, "Niu, niu bi." She was truly convinced; it seemed Zheng Qian wasn't just talking nonsense, he was actually quite impressive.

Although it was just basic middle school physics, it gave her a feeling of, "I don't know what you're talking about, but it sounds impressive."

These days, what kind of boys do young girls in school like? It's no longer the hooligans from old novels. Excluding money and material aspects, boys who are handsome and do well in their studies are the favorites of many underclassmen now. If you add in impressive hobbies, like tennis, painting, or playing an instrument, it's simply unstoppable. On the first day of enrollment, you could have priority in choosing a mate, or even priority in mating rights.

"The key to hitting that ball just now wasn't power; it was experience, technique, and reaction. There are many strong people, but very few who can catch that ball and even return it with greater power and speed."

"Who... exactly are you?" Just then, the professional player girl walked over.

She stared intently at Zheng Qian, her breathing even becoming a bit rapid. Looking at his hands with fervor, she said nervously, "To be able to do something like this, you are definitely not a nobody... I know! You must have been developing abroad, a newcomer who has only recently risen to prominence and hasn't appeared in world competitions yet, right? Is that it?"

Seeing her pounce over like a stalker, Ivy quickly blocked Zheng Qian. She said vigilantly, "What are you doing? Go back to your side quickly. Didn't you see that Yang Mu has already woken up? Continue! Hmph, he secretly found a professional player to compete against an amateur college girl like me; what kind of man is he?"

"I..." The girl still wanted to say something, but Zheng Qian waved his hand.

He said nonchalantly, "Tennis is just a hobby of mine, I'm not a professional player. Besides, my master told me that this move is passed down to men but not women. Sorry, I might not be able to explain it to you in depth... ah, no, I can't provide you with an in-depth explanation. For the time being, I belong to Miss Ivy. Without her permission, I cannot speak to anyone else."

"You!" The girl stomped her feet in anger, glared fiercely at Zheng Qian, and turned to leave. What talent but no morals! And he's a huge scumbag!

"What is your name?" the club doctor asked seriously. Yang Mu shook his head blankly.

"Do you know what you are here to do?" Yang Mu continued to shake his head blankly.

However, this time he seemed to recall something. He excitedly pointed at Ivy and said, "I, I think I wanted to hit on her! Yes, wanted to hit on her! But I forgot how I wanted to do it... Oh, right, and this girl who was playing tennis with me, she's a professional player. I was thinking if I didn't succeed with the one over there, then I'd let this girl come to my place tonight..."

Before he could finish, the professional player girl slammed her tennis racket onto his head. Her face flushed with shame, and she spat with hatred, "Peh, peh, peh! What are you saying! I'm a tennis sparring partner, not a bed partner! Truly disgusting, all men are scumbags! Ptooey! Goodbye! I'm not earning your stinking money anymore!"

After saying this, she glared at Zheng Qian with reluctance and turned to leave. As expected of a professional player, even as a woman, the speed of her swing just now was truly too fast. So much so that the doctors had no chance to stop her. They watched helplessly as Yang Mu, who had just regained some memory, was knocked back into a coma. His mouth and eyes were even crooked, and the corners of his mouth were twitching. At this moment, it was as if he were possessed by Nikola Zhao Si, twitching repeatedly.

"Hurry and send him to a proper hospital for emergency treatment!" The doctors hurriedly and chaotically lifted him onto a stretcher and rushed away.

"Yay! We won! You're amazing!" Ivy jumped up excitedly, shaking Zheng Qian's arm with excitement.

Hmm... Zheng Qian was taller than her, looking down from above, and with the girl shaking him so violently... it caused her deep cleavage to sway as well. It made him feel a wave of dizziness, with signs of a nosebleed. He had to struggle to look away and sighed slightly. Being a decent person is really too hard. Alright, time to get down to business.