While He Mingxuan was observing, a group of male students entered the bookstore together. As soon as they walked in, they asked, “Boss, do you have the Supernova books?”

“Welcome.”

The owner replied with a smile, “Of course, we have this year’s Supernova. They just arrived this morning. They’re on the first row to the right, all five books.”

“Great.”

The five of them headed straight for the five Supernova books. One of them eagerly said, “Let me check out this ‘Otherworldly Demon King,’ this year’s Supernova first place!”

“I’m looking at the second place book.”

“Then I’ll check out the third place one.”

The boys deliberately chose different books, showing a tacit understanding, so they could recommend the good ones to each other later.

Only the last boy remained silent.

He had a backpack, wore glasses, and looked like a studious type. He found a place to sit in the bookstore, waiting for his friends who were planning to buy books.

“Hua Zi.”

One of his friends advised, “Don’t just focus on studying all the time. The teacher said we should balance work and rest. Find a book to read.”

“You guys go ahead.”

The boy named Hua Zi waved his hand, “I’m not interested.”

“You haven’t even tried reading one.”

Another friend chimed in, “How do you know you won’t like it if you don’t try?”

“Alright.”

Not wanting to seem out of place, Hua Zi casually picked up “Prince of Tennis” and sat down next to He Mingxuan to read.

Ten minutes later.

The boy reading “Otherworldly Demon King” put down the book, frowning, “This feels pretty average. The protagonist is supposed to be a demon king, but he doesn’t seem imposing at all, still stuck in his pre-transmigration loser persona.”

“This one’s okay.”

The boy reading the second place Supernova book, titled “I Became the Princess’s Summoned Beast,” said, “But I don’t like the protagonist’s personality. He seems to revolve around women all the time.”

“This year’s Supernova isn’t great.”

The friends gradually put down their books, reaching a consensus, looking quite disappointed: “Hua Zi, let’s go.”

Hua Zi didn’t respond.

His friends called again, “Hua Zi, let’s go.”

Hua Zi still didn’t respond.

Feeling puzzled, his friends turned to look at Hua Zi, only to find him engrossed in “Prince of Tennis,” so much so that he didn’t hear their calls.

They all laughed.

One of them remarked, “Hua Zi is such a newbie, just like I was when I first started reading. Any book could captivate me. Now that I’ve read more, I’ve become pickier.”

“He said he wasn’t interested earlier.”

“Hua Zi seems to be reading a Supernova book too, but it’s the last place one, about tennis, a niche topic that’s not very friendly to readers who don’t understand tennis.”

“Huh?”

Hearing his friends discussing him, Hua Zi snapped out of his trance, reluctantly saying, “I want to keep reading. This book is really good!”

“You can just buy it and read it at home.”

Someone teased, and then they all laughed, showing camaraderie: “Just kidding, no rush. Let’s see if Hua Zi, the top student, has good taste.”

“Alright.”

They put down their books and picked up “Prince of Tennis,” figuring they might as well read it since they had nothing else to do, even though the topic wasn’t their usual preference.

“Hmm!”

Hua Zi’s eyes lit up, eagerly continuing to read “Prince of Tennis.” He felt like he had opened the door to a new world!

About half an hour later.

One of the boys suddenly exclaimed, “Wow, Hua Zi’s book is actually pretty good, totally different from what I imagined!”

“Exactly!”

This comment resonated with the others: “I was just about to say, even though I don’t understand tennis at all, I’m really enjoying it. The protagonist, Long Ma, is so cool!”

“I like Zhou Zhu.”

“Long Ma is left-handed!”

“The snake shot part was so thrilling!”

The boys whispered excitedly, drawing annoyed glares from those around them: “Can you keep it down?”

“Sorry.”

The boys quickly quieted down, then sheepishly left the bookstore with Hua Zi, each buying a copy of “Prince of Tennis.”

…

He Mingxuan witnessed the entire process of the boys going from uninterested to purchasing “Prince of Tennis.”

At first, it seemed nothing special.

But when the group of students left, enthusiastically discussing and each buying a copy of “Prince of Tennis,” his eyes widened!

“Is it really that good?”

He Mingxuan couldn’t resist picking up a copy of “Prince of Tennis,” filled with countless questions that perhaps the book could answer.

In the corner of the bookstore.

Sunlight shone on the book cover.

He read for an hour, without realizing it, his posture remained fixed, barely moving except to turn the pages.

“Achoo!”

Someone sneezed in the bookstore.

Startled, He Mingxuan snapped out of his trance, realizing his legs had gone numb, but his eyes were shining, his body trembling slightly: “So this is how you can write about sports!”

All his questions were answered.

He felt enlightened.

In He Mingxuan’s initial imagination, “Prince of Tennis,” with its niche sports theme, should have been obscure and lacking in appeal for readers unfamiliar with tennis. But once he started reading, he realized how wrong he was!

He didn’t understand tennis.

But this was a book that didn’t require tennis knowledge to enjoy!

The story’s pacing and character development perfectly suited fans of youth fantasy, and even the tennis explanations were engaging, giving readers a sense of expanding their knowledge.

“Snake shot!”

“Bear smash!”

“Twist serve!”

As these dazzling tennis moves appeared in the book, accompanied by vivid descriptions, even He Mingxuan, a grown man, felt his blood boiling with excitement.

The members of the Seigaku tennis club seemed to leap off the page, so vivid they felt real.

He found himself cheering for Seigaku’s victories, worrying about their challenges, and eagerly following the story’s progress…

“My goodness!”

All his doubts vanished. Why did everyone buy this book after reading it?

Because it’s simply that good!

He Mingxuan stared intently at the author’s name, Chu Kuang, feeling a tremor in his heart: “This book will definitely lead the development of sports fiction in Qinzhou.”

Chu Kuang was terrifying!

He admitted his defeat wholeheartedly.

Everyone underestimated Chu Kuang, including Silver Blue Library. They only ranked “Prince of Tennis” as the fifth in the Supernova Awards, claiming it was to diversify the market?

Wake up!

What does it mean to have a treasure trove and not realize it? This level of work is not just for diversifying your market!

Everyone just wait!

Soon, the market will prove who the true supernova of the year is!