Ping Pong Life

Chapter 12 The Boy Who Wants to Fight

"Kevin, you are really satisfying me more and more. If it goes well, maybe I can start a milk tea shop with peace of mind in half a year."

Teacher Tony was very satisfied with Wang Chao, and even specially gave Wang Chao a name as tall as him: Kevin.

So now Huimin Barbershop has two teachers.

Teacher tony, teacher kevin, the name is a proper international model.

The former is good at all kinds of non-mainstream killing Matt and mainstream washing, cutting and blowing.

The latter can only cut short hair, just push it with a fader.

As for the little girl who washes her hair, although she has stayed here longer than Wang Chao, she has not been given a name by the boss because she is not talented enough and likes to be lazy.

At noon that day, Wang Chao and Teacher Tony squatted at the door to eat lunch, and someone came to visit.

is a teenager.

"Hi, your name is Wang Chao, right? Let me introduce myself, my name is Jiang Shan, you should have met me before."

The boy looked underage, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a baby face, but his nostrils were upturned when he spoke, and he looked very hanging: "Mingyue Pavilion, that night..."

Wang Chao suddenly realized: "I remembered, you are the No.1 in the internal assessment."

Jiang Shan chuckled, very proud, and said, "That's right, it's me, I'm here to play with you."

Wang Chao was stunned.

"Don't be surprised. It was our coach who asked for your name everywhere and wanted to invite you to a trial training. I eavesdropped on his phone call outside the door, so I came here first to find you."

Wang Chao said "Oh", "Why did you fight me?"

"Because you played pretty well."

Jiang Shan said proudly: "I am qualified to make a move."

At this time, a customer came to the barber shop and wanted to cut their hair. This should be Wang Chao's work scope, but Mr. Tony accepted it very understandingly and told Wang Chao to treat the customer well.

Wang Chao asked again: "If you want to fight with me, why didn't you just stand up at the Mingyue Pavilion that day?"

Jiang Shan snorted disdainfully: "The gorilla clearly made a mistake, why should I help him out?"

He raised his small face, with a very stinky look: "I, Jiangshan, don't do such bullying things!"

Wang Chao was first amused by the "gorilla" in his mouth, because Tian Zhengguang's bearded face was indeed a bit like an orangutan, but then Wang Chao's expression became weird.

"You mean... I can't beat you?"

……

Today is a cloudy day, not hot, but a little humid, and there is no wind in the air. It is a good day for playing table tennis.

The school is already on holiday, and the students are all preparing for their exams, and there is no one around the outdoor concrete ball table.

In the center of the cement table is a "net" made of several red bricks, which is lower than the normal one.

The conditions are a bit rough, but for this impromptu game, it's almost the same.

Standing on one side of the table, Wang Chao was quite speechless.

He is obviously a teacher Kevin who is serious about studying beauty and hairdressing, so why was he provoked by the kid on the other side with a few words, so he asked for leave and came to challenge him one-on-one?

perhaps……

Is it because the boy took it for granted when he spoke, which aroused his rebellious psychology?

Or maybe...

Is it because I also want to see what the level of the number one player on the city's bench is?
That's what the kid said.

"You are an amateur, I am a professional, how can an amateur beat a professional?"

"You are straight, I am horizontal, how can the straight beat the horizontal?"

"Although it's rare to see straight horizontal strikes, it's actually just a backhand attack technique, and it's not that scary."

"I recorded the video of your game with my mobile phone and watched it dozens of times after I went back. I am sure that your basic skills are not as good as mine."

"Although you played very smartly, I'm not out of my mind. Your fake moves won't work for me."

"So, I came to you before the coach, and it was also a good intention."

"I want you to know that you must not take it lightly during the trial training."

The roots of Wang Chao's teeth were a little itchy.

The little kid is so arrogant!
What's more, the little boy poked him another pain point next.

"What? You don't have a racket?"

Jiang Shan's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.

"As a table tennis player, you don't even have your own racket?"

"Don't you know that if you want to become a master, you must have your own special racket?"

"It's like a soldier on the battlefield, he must have a weapon he is familiar with."

"If you don't use the same racket for many years, how can you understand all the technical indicators of this racket?"

"This is very basic theoretical knowledge, don't you really understand?"

"I'm a little suspicious now, do I think highly of you?"

Wang Chao endured it very hard.

I just crossed over on horseback, inherited a body of a painted pen, and my house was so poor that there was air leaking everywhere. Where can I get a racket?

"Little guy, since you're so pushy, don't blame me for being careless..." Wang Chao thought to himself.

What he ended up using was the spare racket brought by Jiang Shan.

Wang Chao took it in his hand and felt it. It was much better than Han Feng's more than 1000 yuan racket. The elasticity of the rubber was excellent, and there was a strange feeling that it was both elastic and "moist" when pressed with his fingers.

He is not picky about the racket for the time being, because the high sensitivity of the body allows him to understand most of the characteristics of a racket in the shortest time, and subconsciously adjust himself.

Today's game is not a one-round match at the Mingyue Pavilion, but a more standardized seven-round four-win system.

Jiang Shan served the ball with full confidence. He was sure that he had thoroughly researched Wang Chao, so the main purpose of coming today was actually to verify whether his analysis was correct or not.

Then there was a "pop".

Wang Chao took the ball sideways and scored directly.

"Huh?" Jiang Shan was very surprised, tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Come again."

He served again and changed his approach.

Then there was another "snap", and Wang Chao scored again.

The two balls in a row were all smashed to death with one board, simply and neatly.

"That's not right." Jiang Shan scratched his head: "I have no problem serving the ball, why can you hit it directly..."

Wang Chao didn't say a word, went to the table to retrieve the ball, and now it's his turn to serve.

He directly threw the ball three meters high.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Shan had his own judgment in his heart.

"Usually throwing the ball high is to create stronger spin, but according to the previous video, Wang Chao once deliberately served the ball without spinning when dealing with Long Tao, so I need to keep an eye on his wrist and be careful of his Fake action."

"Body movements can be faked, but the movement trajectory of the wrist cannot be faked."

Jiang Shan's coping strategy was very professional. He stared fixedly at Wang Chao's right hand holding the racket, and subconsciously retreated half a step. He judged from the details of Wang Chao's movements that this would be a long ball, so he was ready for a direct attack.

But this ball is extremely short. The ball fell from such a high place. The combined force caused by the gravity and the friction of the racket did not make the table tennis speed faster. On the contrary, it looked soft and weak, and it could barely touch the net and land on the table. .

It looked like a serve error, but he didn't commit suicide, so this error made Jiang Shan's prediction fail.

In a hurry, Jiang Shan took a step forward to save the ball, but the ball went too high. After flying over, Wang Chao stepped forward and was directly beaten to death.

"What the hell!" The little brat was full of dissatisfaction, and said loudly, "Come again!"

Wang Chao continued to serve, and his movements were ordinary. When he moved his arm, Jiang Shan made a judgment in his heart: "This is a regular serve. It seems that he wants to play basic skills with me."

But...wrong again.

The ball was unremarkable when it touched the racket, but at the last moment, Wang Chao's wrist swung out, and immediately turned the short backspin into a stealthy long one, and it hit Jiang Shan's chest directly.

Jiang Shan didn't think about taking a step back at all, he was pushed to death abruptly, and hurriedly raised his racket to catch it, the ball hit the handle and flew far into the sky.

The confident little boy passed four goals and scored 4:0.

(End of this chapter)