People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"Ping pong is a very complex sport. It may seem like just a few swings back and forth, but it's actually a whole world of tricks."

When talking about this sport, young people seem to feel an inexplicable pride.

It has a chatty meaning.

So much so that a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Of course, there's this side.

But Miss Ito lowered her head and hid the smile on her face in front of him.

The bored, irritable and troubled heart is thus brightened up again.

Just listen to him talking slowly.

Let such sounds become the clear stream that irrigates the lonely and dry days.

"I wonder if Ito would be interested in table tennis?"

"Probably, maybe?"

Probably, maybe.

Just as I develop an interest and yearning for Kurosawa's comic dreams, I will appreciate the sport of table tennis.

with him.

Also because of him.

Chapter 11: Comforting Operation

Lin Sen handed the cup of water to the high school student who was standing there holding his racket.

Waited for a long time.

It took about half a minute before he reluctantly responded.

Yuzuru Niwa stretched out his hand, grasped the object with lifeless eyes, and his face showed a deep look as if he was deep in thought about life.

Then, he continued to stand there, motionless.

Lin Sen wanted to speak.

There was a slight pulling force coming from behind.

So the conversation was stopped.

He just let Miss Ito drag him to a pillar behind him.

The indoor comprehensive sports stadium is located inside the Sports University, and the tennis courts on the far side are more attractive in the sultry air.

The girl dressed in shorts and a tight T-shirt was running on the green field, waving her golf club. Her healthy-skinned, beautiful thighs and graceful figure were the most eye-catching scenery on the field.

Further out, the volleyball players occupied their territory. The female university students, wearing numbers on their backs, jumped up to smash the ball, some calling out the names of "thunderbolts from the clear sky" from classic TV dramas in a childish way, then beaming and hugging their fellow athletes, who were enjoying the sport, to cheer them on for their successful scores.

On the second-floor fence, there were idle people watching the game, whispering, commenting on the shape, size and saturation of the volleyball, and analyzing the science of sports in a knowledgeable manner.

It should have been an interesting sight, but the attention of the two people present was clearly not focused on it.

The girl hiding behind the column grabbed the clothes on her shoulders and looked at a high school student who had been standing there in a daze for more than ten minutes with a worried look, then turned to look at him with reproach.

He frowned slightly and puffed up his face.

"senior..."

"mine."

Also observing the poor child who was sitting on the ground with his back to the ping-pong table, holding the racket in one hand and the ball in the other, and remained silent, Lin Sen pulled Miss Ito behind the pillar and also began to have a headache.

"It seems the first opponent found for this kid is too strong."

Only after meeting them did I learn that they were nearly professional athletes coached by professional coaches. They were from the youth training team of the Table Tennis Professional Association club and were striving to qualify for the next World Table Tennis Championships.

A male athlete with a buzz cut and a headband who looks very fresh.

He is a young player with very solid skills in the first three boards.

It seems that he didn't hold back much.

In the first game, the amateur high school student, who had never played against a professional, was directly hit by ten serves.

In the second game, he relaxed his grip, but still won a clean 21-0 victory in the long game.

In the third game, I improved my EQ and didn't shave my head again.

Then, at the end of the game, he and his smiling coach shook hands with Lin Sen, who was standing on the side in amazement, exchanged a few polite words, and hurriedly led his apprentice away.

All that was left was the poor silent child and a pair of young men beside him who had a deep understanding of the level of professional table tennis.

"So, you've destroyed my self-confidence."

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She leaned her head out to take a peek at little Niwa, who was still sitting there in a daze with an expression of doubt about his life, and then the young lady reached out and gently pinched the young man's forearm muscle.

"I felt like Niwa-chan was on the verge of tears during the third round. He must be feeling incredibly sad right now. Stupid-senpai, could you please consider the psychological impact of the difference in strength before challenging him to a fight?"

"I really didn't expect this kind of intensity. Honestly, Niwa didn't even break a sweat when he fought someone as skilled as me. And then, in the match just now, he couldn't even fight back. This is outrageous."

Lin Sen's words made Miss Ito squint her eyes and tilt her head.

"I mean, Senior, is there a possibility..."

"Stop talking about it. I'm the one who's the worst."

It was really unexpected that the first training match would have this result.

After all, Lin Sen's table tennis skills are among the best among amateurs.

He believes that he is at a level that can compete with any non-professional player.

I thought that Yuzuru Niwa, a potential player who could beat him, would have a chance to become a rising star at least in the Tokyo table tennis world.

Therefore, Lin Sen contacted the youth training coach just now, hoping to use this training match to trigger an event where he could identify talented people.

But it turned out that he underestimated Japan's current table tennis level and also underestimated the weight of the word "professional".

Although the golden generation is a thing of the past, with the current overall level and foundation, it is not difficult to maintain the position of the world's second largest country.

From the few words I just exchanged with that smiling coach, I learned that the entire table tennis community is gearing up for the upcoming 1988 Olympics, where table tennis will be included for the first time, and is determined to win the championship.

Although future facts will prove that this is wishful thinking, there must be a solid foundation for daring to shout out such a slogan.

To sum up, this practical lesson only left a cruel reality for Niwa Yuzuru, who aimed to become a professional athlete, and Lin Sen, who considered himself his agent:

Don’t think that the path to professional table tennis is easy, and don’t underestimate the Japanese table tennis community.

He was obviously worried about the self-talking man who had brought such a blow to a poor child.

Obviously, we need to find a way to comfort and encourage the child who sits there without saying a word.

But, I have always been good at speaking.

I can't come up with any warm words.

I had no choice but to poke my shoulders and ask for help from my companions around me.

"Then think of a solution, Ito."

In return for a cute eye roll.

"What can I do?"

"It means that my brother doesn't know how to comfort people."

"Neither can I."

"But Ito, you have a gentle personality and speak nicely. You are definitely more useful than me in comforting people."

So the girl stared at me:

"Don't say such exaggerated and dishonest words just to push me out!"

"That's an ironclad fact. Ito, you're so cute."

"Where did you come from, you idiot? Could you please not go against your conscience for something like this, Senior!"

However, although it was extremely difficult, the angelic girl finally stood up and led the young people who had done something wrong behind her to squat in front of the high school student who was staring at the table tennis racket in his hand in a daze. She first lowered her head in thought, then stood up straight, trying hard to put on a natural and gentle expression.

"Actually, don't be too sad, Yuzuru. This is just the first training match. It's normal that you don't perform well due to lack of experience."

"Don't be discouraged!"

“Come on!”

The encouraging words didn't seem to affect the high school student who lowered his head.

The short-haired boy still had unfocused eyes, and a strange aura emanated from his entire body.

He said nothing, obviously in some strange state.

It also worried the girl who had the responsibility of comforting her.

Grab the people around you and blame the idiot who caused this mess.

They fled back behind the pillar in shame.

"That is to say, Ito, direct comfort doesn't seem to be effective."

"Niwa-chan didn't even pay attention to us..."

"Is there a plan B?"

So she raised her eyes and thought carefully for a moment, and then Miss Ito thought of other angles to approach the issue.

"How about trying to provoke someone? Without destruction, there is no construction."

"Elaborate."

So the girl covered her mouth and leaned close to his ear, uttering a few more warm and itchy improvisations.

It eventually turned into an action of standing in front of Niwa Yuzuru again.

Lin Sen, who stood up after being pushed hard by the girl from behind, coughed lightly.

"After watching the game just now, I feel like I'm back in shape. One more?"

"Yuzuru, Senior Kobayashi said that he feels you are weak right now and can easily beat you."

The girl who was speaking in agreement also stood aside and pointed at the person next to her:

"He said he could beat you twenty-one to zero... Is that true?"

The two tried to create an atmosphere of fanning the flames, provoking a child who seemed to be in a state of autism, intending to arouse the other party's fighting spirit, and then regain confidence in the process of subduing a weakling who was trying to get ahead of them.

But it's a pity——

Still no use.

So Miss Ito and Mr. Shu hid behind the pillar for the third time and started to worry.

"The punching bag in my face provocation method also failed. What should I do, Ito?"

"Niwa seems to be really shocked."

The sighing girl frowned, "So it's all Senior's fault for doing this... Who would send someone to take the university entrance exam right after graduating from elementary school?"

Now Lin Sen was speechless.

Indeed.

It's a bit of an overestimation of the potential stocks.

This was a strong dose of medicine that directly destroyed his confidence and might even affect his future athletic career.

That is to say, although a person with a conscience may not feel guilty, he or she will definitely feel sorry in their heart.

But no way.

The die is cast, and we have no choice but to accept it.

In the end, the two idiots who couldn't even comfort anyone had no choice but to squat in front of the high school student.

Just wait and endure.

Pray that the other party can recover slowly on his own.