Ping Pong Life

Chapter 9 Mr. Tony
Shocked is shocked, noisy is noisy, Wang Chao has not forgotten the cause of today's game.

After the game, he was sweating all over, and he felt that his mentality seemed to have become younger.

It's rare to travel through time, so I should live like a real teenager, right?

So he ignored the crazy questioning of the three friends around him, walked up to Tian Zhengguang who was still in a daze, coughed, squinted at Tian Zhengguang, and asked softly, "That's it?"

The tone must be light.

The attitude must be contemptuous.

The key is, the corner of the eye must be cast down!

Tian Zhengguang gritted his teeth and didn't speak, he raised his head and stared at him fiercely.

"Is this the difference between professional and amateur?"

"Is this what you call a candy bar with no future?"

"Ha ha!"

With a sneer, Wang Chao just felt refreshed. Seeing that the bright red on Tian Zhengguang's face was turning purple, he quickly turned around, grabbed the three friends, squeezed away the overly enthusiastic golfers, and left quickly.

Well, I'm still a little scared.

After all, the man surnamed Tian looks like a boxer, he is probably not weak in real person pk, and he is also the irritable type. If he goes crazy, the coach may not be able to hold him back...

However, when I escaped, I seemed to vaguely hear someone calling me from behind?
It must be an illusion...

……

When he returned home, it was already dark, and there was no one at home. Wang Chao checked his memory briefly and let go of his worries.

Because memory shows that in the past many years, my mother Wang Mei came back very late.

If I remember correctly, she should have found a part-time job washing dishes two streets away recently. There are mountains of dishes, and the work will not be finished until ten o'clock in the evening.

Wang Chao lifted the cover on the dining table, and it was empty under it. He went to the kitchen to look for it. There was no rice in the rice cooker, and there were no vegetables in the sink. Even the refrigerator was empty, and there was no frozen meat left.

He was a little surprised then, and dialed the phone to Wang Mei.

The phone rang twice, but was not answered. Instead, the ring was vaguely heard from the door, followed by the sound of the key opening the door. Wang Mei came in through the night, and threw the lunch box in her hand on the table: "Bring you Fried rice with an extra egg."

Wang Chao didn't ask much, opened the plastic bag, took out the extremely thin and oily lunch box, and started to eat while lying on the table.

Although it was cheap fried rice that cost five yuan a piece on the street, perhaps because this body was young enough, he thought it tasted good, and even the strong smell of waste oil couldn't affect his appetite.

Wang Mei sat at the table and rested for a while, then said, "Son, I've found a job for you."

Wang Chao was stunned, and raised his head with a mouthful of food in his mouth: "Huh?"

"Ah what, brat." Wang Mei couldn't hide the tiredness on her face: "Since you can't get into college, then go to work. Do you really want your mother to support you?"

"It's not...I...this..." This sudden news made Wang Chao a little confused.

He tried his best to search his past memories, wondering if Wang Chao and Wang Mei had ever talked about part-time jobs.

But before she had time to figure it out, she heard Wang Mei say again: "Don't worry, it's in the next street, Huimin Barbershop, I've made an agreement with the boss, you go to be an apprentice, study for half a year first, and see if the situation turns into a regular one. Food and housing are not included, and there is a monthly subsidy of 500 yuan for the time being."

In an instant, Wang Chao's mind popped up the classic picture of killing Matt in the countryside, and he lost his voice: "Teacher Tony?"

"Huh?" Wang Mei was quite puzzled: "The boss used to be called Er Zhuzi, but now he has indeed changed his name to Tony. Do you know him?"

Wang Chao was speechless, lowered his head and took another bite of rice, thought about his words, and said cautiously: "Mom, look at me...after all, I haven't taken the college entrance examination yet, how about..."

"Fuck the exam, the test is [-] points, will you still be able to go to heaven in the last half month?"

Without raising her head, Wang Mei just dug out a pile of frayed banknotes from her pocket. They were collected from a group of old men and women who didn't know how to use mobile phones when they went out to sell vegetables early in the morning.

While counting, she said, "I've already thought about it. If you take the college entrance examination, you still need to pay the registration fee and material fee. Let's not sign up to save some money. You don't need to review for the last half a month, just go to learn the craft Bar."

Wang Chao opened his mouth, intending to explain that he is now a table tennis expert, and in the future he may become a national player, honor his ancestors, win glory for the country, earn a lot of money, and buy a big villa...

But looking at Wang Mei's stern and vigilant face, he couldn't say a word.

He knew that even if he spoke eloquently, Wang Mei would not believe it.

Even if all the friends were brought over to testify, Wang Mei still didn't believe it, and would only think that she was cheating to avoid working.

"What ability do you have, old lady, how can I not know?"

"My mother has raised you for 18 years. Once you poke your butt, my mother will know what shit you want to shit!"

The situation at this moment is delicate.

As long as I dare to speak up, I’m evading it. Wang Mei ran all afternoon today and just came back now. She looks so tired. She’s obviously heartbroken because of her apprenticeship. Kind words and gifts.

She will never allow the fruits of her labor to be denied.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow." Wang Chao finished the meal as quickly as possible, returned to his room, and closed the door.

Wang Mei glanced in the direction of the door, she didn't take it seriously, thinking that her son was throwing a temper tantrum, but how could a child from a poor family have the right to be willful?

Naturally, Wang Chao would not lose his temper. He closed the door, turned on the computer, called up a search site called "Qianbaidu", and began to search for information.

If he wants to play, he must have an understanding of the world's table tennis pattern.

There is no information about this in the memory in his mind.

Although Wang Chao liked to play table tennis in the past, he was always a rookie at the lowest level. He never paid attention to any domestic and international competitions, and he had no idea about the general situation of table tennis in Huaguo.

Time passed slowly, and Wang Chao gradually had an idea.

This world has a very similar dynasty change to the previous life.

Although all dynasties, ages, and histories have changed, in general, there is basically no deviation in the trend of history.

It also experienced a historical stage of losing power and humiliating the country hundreds of years ago, so now there are Hong Kong City and Bay Island. The former is a special zone, and the latter has not yet returned. They all have the qualifications to independently participate in international competitions.

In the field of table tennis, Huaguo is still the undisputed overlord.

It's just that Wang Chao checked the results of previous major competitions and found that the dominance of the Huaguo table tennis team seemed not as exaggerated as in his previous life.

He clearly remembered that when he crossed over, the national team had just won eleven consecutive men's and women's doubles championships in the World Table Tennis Championships.

And the computer screen in front of me clearly shows that at the World Table Tennis Championships that just ended in October last year, Sun Tianlong, the main player of the world's No. The players of the Jedi came back, and the gold medal was handed over to others.

But what is interesting is that although the dominance of the Huaguo table tennis team is not that exaggerated, the development of table tennis in Huaguo is much better than in the previous life.

He remembers very clearly that the "fat man who doesn't know how to play" in the national table tennis in his previous life thought of countless ways, just to organize the domestic league, but it is difficult to recruit businessmen for the table tennis super every year, and every team has a hard time. It was miserable, and no profit could be realized at all.

But in today's Huaguo, there is actually a very magical thing called "Pingjia".

Yes, read that right.

In the previous life, even the Table Tennis Super League had to ask grandpa to sue grandma to continue running, but here, there is not only the Table Tennis Super League, but also the sub-league of the Table Tennis Super League: Ping Jia.

It is said that the attendance rate of the table tennis games is not low, and the daily operation can be maintained by selling tickets.

Really strange!

(End of this chapter)