Becoming a Yakuza Boss from Tokyo

"you......"

As the champion of the county competition in junior high school, Yamada also has his own pride. Seeing Ryuhiko's almost sarcastic provocation, he immediately became a little annoyed and wanted to say something to save his lost face.

However, when he looked through Long Yan's glasses and saw the pair of cold eyes, for some reason, he subconsciously swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He just stared at Long Yan blankly, unable to utter a word.

As if to ease the awkward atmosphere, the temporary referee Da Zong Meng Yin interrupted and said, "Okay, okay, since both players have no objection, then the game will officially begin. The side that wins 11 goals first will win."

Perhaps because of the intervention of Oso Yumene, Yamada quickly came out of his speechless state.

However, because he was interrupted by Da Zong Mengyin, he no longer had the idea of ​​saying anything to save his face.

However, this does not mean that he "forgave" Long Yan's arrogance. He decided to humiliate the opponent after defeating Long Yan.

"Since you've asked me to do so, I won't be polite. If I lose, don't accuse me of bullying you!"

Tossing the ping-pong ball in his hand on the table, a hint of resentment flashed in Yamada's eyes. He did not refuse Longyan's suggestion to serve, and subconsciously used his best forehand serve with spin and no spin.

Although the name sounds a bit long, this type of serve can confuse the opponent through rotation changes, thereby directly scoring points or creating opportunities for the third board attack. It is a trick that is extremely suitable for both beginners and players who have dabbled in table tennis. Ordinary beginners sometimes cannot even do a connecting serve.

However......

"boom!"

The huge sound was like the roar of a cannon, and the high-speed white ball hit the table on Yamada's side like a flash of lightning. Then, before Yamada made any move to catch the ball, the ball quickly passed by his ear, hit the baffle behind him, and fell to the ground.

"1...1 to 0!"

As a referee, Da Zong Mengyin reported the real-time scores very diligently, but even so, it was difficult to hide the surprise in her eyes.

She is a regular player of the Xinghai High School Table Tennis Club. Although her main focus is women's doubles, she still has good eyesight.

The timing of Long Yan's serve, the strength of his hit, and the accuracy of his hit all reached or even exceeded that of their president.

You should know that the president of the Xinghai University Table Tennis Club is their absolute trump card. As the No. 1 men's singles player in Xinghai University, he rarely encounters opponents even on the stage of national competitions.

Is it a guess?

It must be a trick, right?

After all, as a novice, hitting the ball hard is basically a common characteristic of every novice. He must have been lucky!

This thought appeared in the minds of Yamada and Oso Mengyin at the same time.

To be honest, it’s no wonder that Da Zong Mengyin thinks this way.

On one side is the men's singles champion of the county competition during junior high school, and on the other side is an ordinary high school student who is unknown to the public. Any normal person would think so.

However, what happened next completely shattered the two people's inherent ideas.

"8...8:0!?"

An incredible low cry came out of Dazong Mengyin's mouth, and her fair and slender palm subconsciously covered her slightly open delicate little mouth to prevent herself from losing composure.

Backspin, outspin, change of speed, slice, short ball, a white ball as light as a feather was hit by Long Yan like a dragon playing in the water. Yamada, the men's singles champion of the county competition, had no room to fight back at all. He was beaten 8-0 by Long Yan before he even entered the stalemate!

"ha......

what......

what......

No... Impossible! ?

A guy whose name I have never even heard of...

I couldn't even get a single point from a guy like this! ?

Ping Pong...

How could Ping Pong be such a sport!? "

Dilated pupils, an expression of disbelief, and a roar of extreme impotence and rage.

Looking at Yamada who still refused to change even after reaching this point, Ryuhiko decided to completely crush his arrogance.

"you are way behind."

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Chapter 12 What is Talent?

Unsurprisingly, Yamada's roar attracted other senior students who were practicing in the venue.

After all, although he is only a freshman, as the "super rookie" of the table tennis club, Yamada is still somewhat well-known. It's just that he previously thought that Ryuhiko was a freshman recruited by Vice President Ohmune Yumene, and Yamada, who is also a freshman, was responsible for the club experience, so he didn't take it seriously.

However, when they heard Yamada's roar, out of curiosity, many people had already moved towards the ping-pong table where Long Yan and the others were.

Looking at the seniors who were attracted by him, Yamada felt both annoyed and regretful.

Even though he said he was not convinced, through the fight just now, he actually understood in his heart the gap between himself and Long Yan.

It was a pity that his dignity as the champion of the county competition prevented him from admitting defeat, which was why he let out such angry and helpless rage.

He never expected that his unintentional roar would attract the attention of other members of the table tennis club, which put him in a difficult position.

If a super rookie like him were to have his head shaved by an ordinary, unknown student, not to mention the starting position, even the substitute players might look down on him.

No!

At least... no, we must get one point!

Yamada was so angry that his teeth were about to break. He looked at the instigator of all this with great resentment, completely forgetting that it was his repeated contempt and even slackness in training that caused this dispute.

However, facing Yamada's resentful gaze, Long Yan simply wiped the sweat off the rubber surface of the racket. After confirming that the racket was in good condition and finding a relatively comfortable grip, he raised his head, looked at Yamada, and spoke slowly, word by word.

"There is an old saying in China: One minute on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage.

If you don't practice for a day, you know it.

If you don’t practice for two days, your colleagues will know.

If you don’t practice for three days, the audience will understand.

You have a good foundation and decent talent, but these are not reasons for you to despise or even look down on this sport.

When you look down on it, you are not worthy of holding this racket anymore."

Long Yan's words were like sharp steel knives, each of which stabbed Yamada's heart, but left him speechless. In a rage, Yamada even retorted loudly without thinking.

"There is an insurmountable gap between genius and mediocrity. Einstein can easily reach a height that no other scientist in the world can reach. Shaquille O'Neal can blow up all the inside players in the NBA even without training!

Some people are born different. I have won the county championship three times since junior high school, and I am already one of the top young players in the country. That's me!

This is me!

Why do we have to adapt to the secular world! ? "

Perhaps because he had won the county championship for three consecutive years, Yamada's words were full of pride in his past achievements, and even the senior students who were watching around him frowned unconsciously.

However, looking at the frustrated Yamada, Long Yan just asked calmly, "Then why did you lose to me?"

"..."

With just one sentence, Yamada, who had just been chattering like a noisy duck, seemed to be strangled by the neck and could no longer utter a single word. His slightly dark face instantly turned purple. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "I... I haven't lost yet!"

Obviously, Yamada had no idea what the problem was. He was so stubborn that he put everything on winning or losing the game.

Long Yan didn't want to continue talking to him. He just came to the table, got ready to receive the serve, and said softly, "Serve."

Looking at Ryuhiko who was on high alert and showed no sign of slacking off despite the big lead, Yamada felt like his teeth were about to break.

However, the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Stealing a glance at the senior students who were watching and pointing outside the backboard, Yamada knew that even if he lost, he couldn't lose too badly. The last three match points in front of him were his last chance to save his face.

Crisis can often inspire human potential. After all, strength has little to do with character. As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Yamada's serve angle was so tricky that while hitting the ball towards Longyan's backhand blind spot, it hit the edge of the table with great accuracy, making the high-speed ping-pong ball overtake on a curve in a sewer, directly changing its original trajectory and bouncing at an extremely weird angle to a direction farther away from Longyan.

Lucky! This ball went in! Not only did it not go out of bounds, it actually hit the edge of the table and bounced back. There was no way he could catch up with this ball!

Although his character is not good, Yamada still has the most basic judgment.

The moment the ping-pong ball hit the edge of the table, he judged that Long Yan, who was going to receive the serve with his backhand, would definitely not be able to receive this ball. This could be seen from the expressions of the people watching around, including the only regular player of the table tennis club present, Oo Zong Meng Yin.

However, just when everyone thought that Yamada was going to win the point, Ryuhiko, who was originally holding the racket with his right hand, suddenly switched the racket to his left hand.

In an instant, the backhand turned into a forehand, and then he took a step, twisted his waist, and swung the racket!

Forehand king twist!

The ping-pong ball that was about to fall to the ground seemed to have traveled through time and space. The high-speed spinning ping-pong ball was like a jet plane launching itself, drawing a graceful and swift arc in the air, until it hit the head of a table tennis club member who was standing far outside the barrier behind Yamada, and then fell to the ground with a series of crisp sounds.

However, at this moment, whether it was the young man who was hit by the ping-pong ball or the other onlookers, there was no sound in the entire table tennis venue except for the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball hitting the ground.

The venue, which had been filled with whispers just now, was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. After a long while, a student exclaimed in disbelief, "What...what was that just now?"

His words were like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, instantly making the silent venue boil!

"Oh My God!

What did I just see!?

Two-sword style plus forehand domineering twist?

Am I dreaming!? "

“Is this a move a high school freshman can make?

Not to mention the national competitions, it's rare to see it even in the Olympics, right?"

“Incredible, so incredible!

Who is this new student?

An exchange student from China? "

Suddenly, the place was filled with noise and bustle!

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Chapter 13: I have no regrets about coming to China in this life, and I wish to grow flowers in the next life

"9:0!"

Long Yan didn't pay attention to the exclamations around him, nor did he look at the teenagers from the table tennis club who kept imitating the moves he had just made in the air.

He just naturally handed the racket that had just been passed to his left hand back to his right hand, and then got into the serve receiving posture again in front of the table.

However, although his expression seemed very calm, it was not difficult to tell from his slightly trembling right hand that he was far from being as calm as he appeared to be. The serve that just happened to be a stroke of genius made him feel as if he were in another world.

To be honest, when Ryuhiko said that Yamada's talent was just so-so, he was not mocking this lazy and arrogant boy. In his opinion, even if Yamada won the county championship for three consecutive years when he was in junior high school, in his eyes he was just so-so.

In his previous life, Long Yan was also a famous young genius. In terms of talent, even a future world champion wearing a national team jersey would lose more than he won when practicing against him during his time in the provincial team.

However, for an athlete, the most terrifying enemy is never the opponent, but injury.

Due to a serious knee injury, he had no choice but to leave the field and become a boring and tedious entrepreneur.

So when he saw Yamada, who obviously had some talent and had even achieved certain achievements, looking down on his past love of sports, he had the urge to educate him.

However, to some extent, he was actually quite grateful to God for giving him this opportunity to travel through time. At least, he had the chance to pick up the racket again.

The next two balls went smoothly. The two-sword technique plus the forehand twist not only completely broke down Yamada's psychological defense that was on the verge of collapse, but also completely awakened the long-sleeping dragon in Longyan's heart.

"Your backhand is weak, your forehand is not good, your steps are loose, your reactions are slow, and none of your moves are decent. Do you dare to call yourself a genius?

Go back and practice for another hundred years!"

There was no need for Da Zong Mengyin to announce the result of the match. A smash that seemed to shatter the entire table flew past Yamada's ears. Long Yan did not care about Yamada's dazed eyes and the stunned members of the table tennis club. He put down his racket, picked up his coat on the sidelines, and walked straight out of the venue.

The school starts in April every year in Japan. The sunshine in early spring is not as hot as that in summer. It brings people an extremely comfortable feeling, but also comes with a slight coolness.

After walking out of the stadium, although he did not sweat, he stretched his muscles a little. His body was getting hot, but he did not rush to put on his coat. Feeling the warmth from the warm sun, Long Yan, who liked the smell of sunshine, could not help but stretch.

"Ue...Uesugi-san, please...please wait a moment."