People in Tokyo, the world is clear

The moment he gripped the racket, countless heroic spirits who had fought on this nine-foot stage seemed to appear behind Lin Sen.

The old man in the neighborhood whose mouth is ten thousand times harder than his hands, Sanbanlin who is the gatekeeper of the Olympics, the powerful king who can defeat ten thousand enemies with his forehand, Hao Ge who is the first runner-up, the fierce tiger who can't wake up in Rio, the destructive dragon of Anshan, and the fat coach who doesn't understand ball are all standing behind him at this moment.

He is not fighting alone!

"Damn!"

Then they were beaten 21-0.

After losing small points, you lose big points.

If you continue like this, you will definitely lose.

Finally, I had to lose my temper and lean over the dirty ping-pong table to breathe:

"I say, you're really that impressive, Niwa."

What a shame. What a shame.

"Maybe it's just luck."

The high school student holding the racket opposite looked a little embarrassed, with an expression that almost looked like he had done something wrong.

"I just enjoy playing normally, and I'm also working hard to become an athlete."

Lin Sen was stunned by this sentence.

"athlete?"

"Ah."

The high school student skillfully tossed the ball up and bounced it twice, then carefully put the racket back into the case.

"I'm a bit stupid. I asked my teacher, and he said my current academic performance is not good enough for college."

The child lowered his eyes and muttered softly.

"I didn't have the skills to support myself like other children. I was very confused and didn't know what to do when I grew up."

Then, Yuzuru Niwa took the table tennis racket handed to him by the young man whose expression had returned to solemnity.

"When I think about it, the only thing I've done slightly better in this mess of my life is table tennis."

"My teacher told me that table tennis will be included as an official competitive sport in the Olympics two years from now. Many sports schools are now offering special admissions for table tennis, and I'd like to seize that opportunity."

"Want to pursue a special sports recruitment path?"

"Ah."

The high school student nodded.

"My teacher told me that for a kid like me, going to college is the only way to change the trajectory of my life. After that, I can get a diploma and find a good job, or become an athlete and strive for prize money in international competitions. I think the second option should be more likely for me."

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This time, Lin Sen did not immediately respond to the child's remarks.

Instead, he sighed, gently reached out and held the child's shoulder, and walked with him towards the outer door.

A few birds chirped in the silent old stadium.

The wind gently pushed the dust on the table between the two players, slowly covering the palm prints and the scattered scratches.

The security guard who was slumped at the door yawned, rubbed his eyes, and continued to sleep soundly on the small table in the gatehouse, catching up on his nap.

"No matter what, it's right to find a way to go to college first."

As for following the path of an athlete, being promoted to the national team, and winning prize money in major competitions, let's not mention it to this child.

Although I didn’t know much about sports history in my previous life.

But the basic thing is that I have some knowledge.

Perhaps this child has enough talent and will be qualified to play for Japan and earn money for himself in the future.

But a few years later, when Niwa entered his prime, he had to face not only the possibility of career turmoil or even destruction brought about by the economic crisis.

There are also some opponents who can be called terrifying "bonus harvesters".

Just because, a few years later in 1992, a country's table tennis...

It's really a little bit powerful.

Therefore, the future of this child who aspires to play table tennis has been bleak since he set his dream.

"Ugh."

"Mr. Kobayashi, are you still upset about the match just now?"

"No."

Feeling sorry for you, kid.

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But no matter what, the child looks very happy today.

Holding the books and school supplies in his hands, which he had no choice but to accept, he made an appointment with Lin Sen to meet the next morning.

"Do you need me to show you the way again?"

"No need, I've got it down."

"You have to get up early and come here. Don't worry about filling your stomach. I will have something to eat."

"it is good."

The high school students' eyes sparkled with a color that made people feel involuntarily happy.

It is the rainbow reflected by the orange sunlight shining on the mirror-like soul.

He looked up at this side, crossed his hands and pinched the bag strap, and bowed deeply.

"I don't know how to express my gratitude, Mr. Kobayashi."

"Don't worry about it. I'm just doing what a normal person would do."

Lin Sen fiddled with the hand of the person in front of him and adjusted his gesture, making the boy put away his somewhat soft posture and carry his schoolbag with one hand.

"Carry it like this more often next time. You see, it's much cooler. If you always use your hands, you'll always attract flies like this morning."

"understood."

"You can be a little meaner to them next time. The methods I just told you about dealing with people like that when I was in school were really useful."

"I'll definitely remember that."

After waving goodbye, I am still savoring the glowing look in his eyes.

As I watched the shadow gradually lengthen and disappear around the corner of the old street, looking back every few steps, my mood improved.

"That's why it's good for us to help others every now and then."

Exchanging kindness is a two-way and beautiful process.

Lin Sen will not be a so-called goody-goody who does not seek anything in return or even tries to please others but gets rejected.

He only lends a helping hand to those who know how to be grateful and give back.

Otherwise, you will become a people-pleasing person who is both pitiful and hateful.

That doesn't fit in with the creed of a lone ranger in troubled times.

So facing the setting sun, Lin Sen put his hands in his pockets again, walked around and hummed a lukewarm song.

Looking up at the Tokyo sky.

At dusk.

I suffer from a lack of culture, and I have no way of expressing my feelings with beautiful words like a poet.

Finally it turned into a stiff compliment.

“This sunset is quite beautiful.”

But it still feels not enough.

It took a lot of effort to come up with a few words to lighten my mood:

"I feel like this seemingly artistic and melancholic time is missing some kind of musical instrument to express the mood."

Feeling comfortable now.

But the happiness didn't last long, as the good mood was interrupted by a guitar that suddenly appeared in front of him.

When something surprising becomes commonplace, then it becomes commonplace.

Lin Sen frowned and looked away.

"So, Qingshan. Why are you here in this place at this time?"

The girl with the ponytail had a look of joy on her face as if they had met again by chance.

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She also shrugged her shoulders pretentiously:

"I don't know either. Perhaps God didn't want Kobayashi-san's musical talent to go unnoticed, so he sent me to bring you the piano."

"I have a fucking musical talent. Get it out of my way."

He forcefully opened the piano that was almost handed to him, but this caused dissatisfaction among his increasingly familiar colleagues.

"So, let's play it. It's another new song I haven't heard before. It can't be produced by the almighty dream this time, right?"

"My mother gave birth to me."

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The 24-year-old girl seemed a little angry at being fooled. She blocked the attack with her hands holding the zither.

Then, the pretended menacing interrogation posture was ruined by the resistance and helplessness on the young man's face.

"Look, play, play, play! Honestly, I'm almost a fan of Kobayashi-san."

"I always emphasize that I am not a singer."

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Lin Sen straightened his face seriously.

Just when he was about to take this opportunity to verbally reject the other party's request and find an excuse to slip away, he suddenly found a can of something cold in his hand.

Looking down, it was happy water.

It made everyone laugh.

"Hmph. Qingshan, I won't change my mind for a few pieces of silver."

A bag of bread was hung on his wrist.

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"What do you mean? Do you think you can achieve your conspiracy by increasing the stakes and the amount?"

Several sausages were stuffed into the fist of his other hand.

"Strictly speaking, I'm just a street singer."

In the end, a compromise was made that went against principles.

It’s all because of the gluttony in my stomach.

He actually stood up and tortured the innocent Mr. Wei for a little bit of profit, in order to occupy the moral high ground and kidnap his upright master!

Evil sin.

It must be like this.

I took the guitar without any more psychological pressure, but still gave people a few explanations at the end.

"I'm not lying either. My mom really taught me how to play this piece."

It was my mother's favorite song in my previous life.

I gently scratched the strings twice, and when I looked up, I saw a curious look in my eyes.