Tênis: Ele Realmente Ouve os Conselhos!

May 2007, the weather was gradually warming up.

Yet the frequency of boys appearing on the sports field had noticeably increased compared to spring.

It wasn’t because they were more tolerant of the sun.

The real reason was those long, captivating legs.

The sporty girls had long since swapped into short skirts and shorts, swaying and dazzling everyone’s eyes.

“Am I... reborn?”

Jiang Hong collapsed onto the steps, rubbing his eyes hard, doubting whether he was hallucinating from heatstroke.

But the faded shirt on his body, the familiar playground before him, the still-flat eight-pack abs on his stomach, the hair that hadn’t begun to fall out, and the handsome face that life hadn’t yet weathered—all screamed at him that this was real.

To be honest, aside from a decent face, Jiang Hong’s other traits were standard for a young man from a county town.

He had gotten into a second-tier university and stubbornly chose “Marketing,” a major infamous for “graduating into unemployment.”

After graduation, he naturally went into sales, but lacking both silver-tongued charm and the nerve to bluff, he failed to close a single deal in two months and was promptly “optimized” out by the company.

Subsequent jobs were all traps. When the internet boom arrived, he bit the bullet, withdrew his savings, and enrolled in a computer training course.

At that time, the industry was short on talent, and he finally earned over ten thousand a month. But once universities began churning out computer graduates en masse, this “wild cod