Ping Pong Life

Chapter 3 The Uninvited Guest

Wang Chao put the racket on the table, put his left hand on the elbow of his right arm, lifted his right arm up, raised his middle finger, pierced his dantian, and shouted: "You... come here!"

Well, this is a meme on the earth, it does not exist in this world, so Han Feng can't understand the mystery, but just thinks that the little friend is very arrogant today, he said: "Come here, I don't believe you are so lucky .”

But at this time, there was noise outside, and there seemed to be some people cheering, and then a large group of people rushed in, crowding the small stadium where they were. Before Wang Chao could turn his head, he felt someone hit his shoulder hard A stagger, a few steps back to the side, almost fell.

He turned his head to look, and saw a long line of young men wearing the same style of sportswear, walking in in a row, standing on both sides of the table, looking very disciplined, followed by several middle-aged men in formal suits. , looks quite majestic, and the bald old man next to him who is smiling and talking, isn't he the curator of Mingyue Pavilion, Yan Feng?

Yan Feng knew Han Feng, so he came over with a smile at this moment and said, "Several, let's discuss, we have a temporary event in the arena, do you think it is possible to occupy your space?"

Han Feng's complexion was not very good, and he hummed: "Can I say no?"

"What are you talking about, this child..." Yan Feng has friendship with Han Feng's father, Han Tiande, so he is still polite at this time, but his attitude is tough, and he said with a smile: "In that case, you should sit and rest first What? Let's see how the city team's masters play."

Han Feng stood on the edge of the table and refused to move, nor did he look at Yan Feng, but his eyes fell on someone standing on the edge of the table.

Just now Wang Chao had his back to the door, so he couldn't see clearly, but Han Feng saw clearly, it was this person who bumped into his friend.

Moreover, it's hard to say that this move was careless, on the contrary, it had a bit of deliberate taste.

"He..." Han Feng raised his hand and pointed: "Just now..."

"Han Feng, forget it." Wang Chao quickly stopped and shook his head at him.

After all, reality is not a novel, and there is not so much pretense and slap in the face. Wang Chao knows in his heart that Yan Feng is being polite now because there is no real conflict, but if Han Feng really wants to make trouble, he will definitely not be able to please him.

Judging by the way Yan Feng nodded and bowed in front of those middle-aged people just now, you can tell which is more important in Yan Feng's mind.

If Han Feng's father is here, there may be some explanations, but Han Feng himself...

Ha ha……

Naturally, a 40-year-old soul can see things like inconsistency in the world more thoroughly than a young soul.

So Wang Chao just turned his head and glanced casually, wanting to see who bumped into him.

It was an extremely tall and strong guy with tendons on both arms. He was very fierce and had a beard. He didn't look like a table tennis player but a boxer. He noticed Wang Chao's gaze, Showing a provocative expression to Wang Chao.

Wang Chao noticed that there was a small sign on the man's chest, on which his name was written: Tian Zhengguang.

"It's really boring..."

Wang Chao yawned.

"There are always some people who like to rely on their physical strength to bully the weak, as if this can show their own strength."

"Is it true that the more developed the muscles, the smaller the brain volume?"

"Even the world has changed, but the inferiority of human beings is still as persistent as ever."

……

The court was quickly cleaned up, and the baffles on all sides were moved out to form a larger court. At the same time, the two courts next door were also arranged, and a total of five tables were played at the same time.The current standard game rules are adopted, with seven innings and four wins, with eleven balls in each inning.

Afterwards, more people in the arena gathered around to watch the fun, and Yan Feng also took a microphone and started to host the scene.

After listening for a while, Wang Chao figured out the situation.

Strictly speaking, these people were not members of the Jiangcheng table tennis team, but substitutes for the Jiangcheng main team.

This is not far off.

And the three coaches present were just the coaches of this group of substitutes.

But even so, for amateur players, these people can be regarded as absolute masters.

After all, this is a "pro" player.

From amateur, to professional, and then to professional, there are two big sections in between.

As the overlord of table tennis in the world, Longguo has a population of more than one billion. All the people play table tennis. There are table tennis tables everywhere in schools, workshops, high-rise buildings, squares, and alleys. Those who directly repair a cement can still play it, and even have a whim to remove the door panel of the house and put it on the stool...

Think about it, how many masters are there?
The old bird walker you occasionally meet on the road, or the security guard at the gate, or the old lady dancing in the square, stand on the edge of the table, and immediately transform into a transcendent existence that once dominated the xx community.

The legends of "sweeping monk" and "librarian" really exist in the country of table tennis.

But no matter how awesome the sweeping monk is, as long as you are an amateur, even if you beat invincible players in more than a dozen neighborhoods, you will still be beaten when you meet professional players.

This is the cruel classification of the table tennis world.

To paraphrase a saying in the comprehension world, it is called "under the occupation, everyone is an ant".

It is precisely because of this that Yan Feng showed strong excitement and flattery after the arrival of these substitutes.

After all, if you can build a good relationship with this group of people, not to mention anything else, as long as someone occasionally comes here to play, teach skills, play performances, and interact with golfers, it is enough to keep the popularity of the arena rising.

The exhibition match will start soon.

It is said to be an exhibition match, but it is actually just an internal routine assessment for this group of substitutes.

There was something wrong with the city team's training venue today, and there was no place for assessment, so several coaches contacted the Mingyue Stadium temporarily. When Yan Feng heard the news, he agreed without saying a word, and promised that the audience would be free.

The only requirement is to allow spectators during the assessment process.

Soon, there were exclamations and applause all around the table.

"Wow!"

"This ball can be hit back directly!"

"So fast!"

"I'm dazzled, I can't see clearly."

"The ball is too fast!"

"Wow, this ball was actually caught."

"What kind of serve is this?"

Wang Chao yawned.

As a former national coach in the true sense, the games he has watched live are much more intense than this, and now watching these people's games is a bit exhausting.

What's more, his body began to gradually reveal its magic. He could see the small ball flying at high speed in the air clearly, even the angle of rotation and the trajectory of the flight were clear, so he found more flaws...

Yes, some flaws might not be visible to him before time travel, but now he can see them.

At least 80.00% of the serves can be attacked directly!

But these people have a serious face, it seems that the other party is invulnerable, they have been probing, playing short, and changing their tactics in a serious manner.

On the surface, they are well-matched and exciting, but in fact...

Chickens are pecking at each other.

Wang Chao yawned again.

He rubbed his face with his hands to cheer himself up, but he was not ready to leave.

After all, my three little friends were really engrossed in watching it, and shouted happily, and had already forgotten the unpleasantness just now.

What else can I do?Then just wait.

At this time, he vaguely felt a cold gaze, and his heart moved. He turned his head and saw that guy named Tian Zhengguang looking at him coldly, as if he was a little angry.

Ok?
anger?
What is he angry about?
Wang Chao was a little stunned, and then he noticed that his yawned mouth hadn't closed yet.

Could it be... This guy... thinks I'm deliberately humiliating them by yawning?
Wang Chao was rather dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)