On the high-speed train back to Beijing, Da Wei was as excited as chicken, and made a phone call to all his relatives and friends, reporting his deeds of winning the championship one by one. However, Pansic looked at the occasional flashing lights outside the car window, and was a little distracted. He didn't even hear what Da Wei said.

"Whether you want to be in the Beijing team or not, that's a question." Director Xiao's words occupied all his thoughts, and also made him start to think about his future life.

After discovering that his body had mutated and his tennis level skyrocketed, he once thought about breaking into the tennis world and realizing his tennis dream since childhood. Whether it is participating in the unit tennis tournament or this Shanghai competition, it is an attempt he made to measure his real tennis level.

However, until Director Xiao said those words to him, he still felt that these only existed in his imagination, like a dream, and had nothing to do with real life. He didn't think about the specific questions of what conditions he had to become a professional tennis player, where to find someone, and what difficulties he had in customer service.

But now it was different, and a real opportunity was in front of him. Once he chooses to accept Director Xiao's invitation, then his life will be turned upside down, and his past life will be completely away from him.

After all, Pan Xiqi is thirty years old, and he is no longer a young man who is full of enthusiasm and desperate for his ideals. He has more concerns and needs to face many real-world problems. If you really want to become a professional tennis player, you will have to leave your current job behind. Although he was tired of this unchanging job, if he was to make a decision now, he really couldn't make a decision right away.

First of all, his parents would not have agreed. The old couple has worked for the country all their lives, and firmly believes that only eating public meals can be regarded as iron rice bowls. Therefore, when Pan Xiqi entered his current unit, his parents were very satisfied and felt that their son had settled down in his life, so they relieved themselves and moved to the suburbs to retire.

If they had known that Panci was going to quit his job and become a tennis player, they would have returned home from the suburbs in anger and took turns to educate him seriously.

The thought of his parents' nagging skills made Pan Xiqi feel a headache. If you really want to be an athlete, I'm afraid you will have to hide it from your parents for a while, and then confess to them when you have achieved results.

The other is my own physical problems. The sudden injury in the match with Jia Feifei made him realize that there was a big hidden danger in his body, and as long as this hidden danger was not eliminated, it was estimated that it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the professional tennis world where there were many strong players.

"Damn it!" Feeling the soreness in his right arm getting stronger, Pansiqi was a little depressed. At that time, as long as he didn't exert himself when he was competing with Jia Feifei, he would not feel uncomfortable, but now, even if he doesn't move, the sourness is becoming more and more obvious. What made him even more unhappy was that he faintly felt that his legs were beginning to feel some pain.

"It seems that I have to go to the hospital to find a doctor after returning to Beijing, so I can't really hurt my muscles. If that's the case, I'm too fragile to afford a high-intensity professional game. I wonder if Director Xiao knows my true situation, will he insist on letting me join the Beijing team? Due to the discomfort of his body, Pansiqi's joy of winning two consecutive championships was also diluted a lot.

"No matter, I can only take one step at a time, and heal the damned wound first."

It was close to eleven o'clock when the train arrived at Beijing South Railway Station, and after leaving the station, Pan Xiqi and Da Wei said goodbye and took a taxi home. Back at home after a two-day absence, Pansic didn't even bother to take off his clothes, and suddenly collapsed on his comfortable bed.

After half an hour, Pansic, who should have been very tired, did not fall asleep at this time, because the pain in his body seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and the pain in his right arm like a fire gradually appeared, and there was a tendency to spread to both legs.

"Wow, what's going on? I didn't start having seizures until I got home, and I was literally not allowed to sleep! Pan Xiqi couldn't sleep at all, and scolded angrily. Pansic had no choice but to roll over and play the mobile game so that he could distract himself from the pain.

At first, the appeal of mobile games really made Pansiqi forget about the pain for a while, but gradually, he felt his right hand tremble, even to the point that he couldn't even grasp the phone. At the same time, beads of sweat from his forehead kept lowering, and after a while, his clothes were wet.

"Ahh Feeling the pain of his right arm being burned by fire, Pansiqi immediately threw away his phone, grabbed his right arm with his left hand, and rubbed it vigorously. However, this burning sensation was not only in his right arm, but also in his legs.

"Damn, Lao Tzu's legs!" With a dirty word in his heart, Pan Xiqi had no choice but to put his legs together tightly and grit his teeth to endure, hoping that the pain would pass as soon as possible. At this time, he felt like he was being thrown into the fire and roasted, and the ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty should be nothing more than that.

After about five minutes, the pain finally subsided, replaced by the familiar tingling sensation. At this time, Pansiqi let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed in a large figure. The sheets were instantly wet with the sweat on his body and turned into a human form, and he looked like he had just come out of the water, and there was no dry place on his body.

"Damn, a few more minutes, and I really can't resist calling 120. What the hell is wrong with me to endure such pain. You don't say that's the price of my game, right? If it's going to be like this every time, I might as well not want to. I'm afraid that if the ball doesn't win a few games, people will die of pain first. Pansiqi complained frantically in his heart.

After lying for half an hour, seeing that it was already past one o'clock in the morning, Pansic finally felt that he was alive again. Moving his right arm and moving his leg again, he found that there was nothing serious, but a slight feeling of soreness made him unable to move freely.

Thinking that he would have to get up early tomorrow morning and go to work in the unit, Pan Xiqi felt very worried, thinking about whether to send a message to the director, and simply ask for a day off tomorrow. When I was struggling, I suddenly felt a pain in my abdomen.

"Wow, as soon as the pain in my body is over, it's my turn to have a stomachache, what kind of sin have I done!" With that, Pansiqi quickly bounced up from the bed, clutched his stomach and rushed directly to the toilet.

He took off his pants and sat down on the toilet, and with a crackling sound, Pansy happily got on the tuba.

"I really can't be greedy when I'm older, it's estimated that the Shanghai soup bag oil is too big, and my stomach is bad." Pansic thought back to what he had eaten during the day and felt that he had found a reasonable explanation.

"That's not necessarily, Shanghai soup dumplings are well-known at home and abroad, so many people eat them every day, why do you have diarrhea? I think you've eaten something unclean, right? A mysterious voice answered him.

"No, no, I ate that today, but I didn't eat those dirty things." Pansiqi explained.

After two seconds, Panci seemed to realize that something was wrong, and with an "ah" sound, his body bounced off the toilet bowl as fast as he had ever lived, as if he had a spring installed.

"Who? Who is there to speak? Pansichie scanned the bathroom in horror, his expression like hell. Frightened, he didn't even notice at this time, and he didn't even bother to put on his pants when he left the toilet.

"Wow, can you wipe the before talking, it's disgusting." Mysterious voices reappeared.

(The heavy plot is coming, I hope the little hearts of all book friends can bear it.) ）