World Champion Pretending to Be a Passerby, Beaten by Me at the Age of Sixteen

"Dressing up like this today, no one should recognize it."

"It's been a long time since I came to the arena and played with passersby."

"Go, let's go in and see! Can we meet some interesting things!!"

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Blue star.

Cangzhou City.

A private table tennis hall.

A young man wearing a peaked cap and a black mask on his face smiled and said to the camera.

His name is Zhang Yuan, and he is the devil in the table tennis world.

Won seventeen world championships, including three Olympic gold medals and seven world championship gold medals.

He is also the youngest Grand Slam winner in the history of table tennis.

now.

He is live streaming.

In the live broadcast room, the densely swept barrage shows how popular his popularity is.

This live broadcast mode of pretending to be passers-by abused passers-by was learned by Zhang Yuan from some foreign sports superstars.

I have to say that the effect is surprisingly good.

He has only broadcast live twice before, and the number of fans has skyrocketed from more than 4 million to 10 million.

Zhang Yuan enjoys the feeling of blasting passers-by and shocking passers-by after taking off his mask.

Therefore, after only a short day, he found a private table tennis hall and started the live broadcast.

soon.

Zhang Yuan walked into the arena with an assistant who was secretly shooting with a mobile phone.

Not many people play.

There are only two people on the tables.

Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up and he went straight to the innermost table.

Because he saw that the two people playing on the table were a young and beautiful girl and an old man who was over 50 years old and had silver hair.

He clearly knows what audiences prefer to watch.

On the table, the two played fiercely back and forth.

Zhang Yuan can see at a glance that the old man's skills must be more proficient.

[Wow, what a beautiful little sister! 】

[It's still the innocent girl in this kind of school, which is completely different from the female Internet celebrity. 】

[Fuguang wins snow, so beautiful without makeup, it's so seductive! ! 】

【Oops! It's a heartbeat feeling! ! 】

[Brother Meng, the underage girl will not let it go. Stop yy to my future girlfriend, or I will really get angry. 】

【puff! That's my girlfriend, thank you. 】

[Always get out of here! My urine is yellow, let me wake up these two big brothers. 】

[Brother Yuan, what are you waiting for? Go up and strike up a conversation! ! 】

Seeing the old and the young appearing in the live broadcast interface, the audience instantly became active.

Especially the little Nizi, who looked only fourteen or five years old, was very beautiful, had a slender figure, and looked weak and beautiful, attracted everyone's attention.

Regarding the barrage in the live broadcast room, Zhang Yuan did not see it.

He stood quietly watching the battle.

Did not rush forward to talk.

When playing, the most annoying thing is to be distracted by others.

At this point, he was deeply impressed.

therefore.

Until the end of the game, I saw the old man's puzzled eyes move to him.

He just smiled and opened his mouth.

"Uncle, you played well!"

In the amateur group, the old man’s football skills are absolutely top-notch.

Even if the little girl had the strength of the city team, she was still easily won by the old man with a big score of 11:5.

Hear Zhang Yuan's praise.

The old man smiled and asked, "Young man, are you here to play too?"

Zhang Yuan nodded.

"Well, let's play two together?" The old man asked tentatively.

"Okay!" Zhang Yuan readily agreed.

Then I walked to the fourteen-year-old little sister, with a gentle smile on her face, "Little girl, can you borrow your beat?"

"okay."

Mu Fei hesitated, put the table tennis racket in her hand on the table and gave up her position.

"Come on, warm up a few balls first!" The old man threw the ball to Zhang Yuan, motioning for him to serve first.

Bang bang bang bang!

As it was a warm-up ball, Zhang Yuan did not take it seriously.

You must learn how to hide your clumsiness first, so that you will get better results later.

This is a little experience that Zhang Yuan has figured out after two live broadcasts.

It is precisely because of this that the old man miscalculated Zhang Yuan's strength.

After a few successful dunks, the old man was already full of confidence.

"The young man plays well. How many years have you practiced?" The old man said with a smile.

"I like table tennis since I was a child, and played for a while." Zhang Yuan played haha, vaguely replying.

The old man did not hear anything wrong.

Continue to say: "Not bad, not bad! Come on, let's officially start, two wins in three games!!"

Zhang Yuan pretended to inadvertently turned his head and saw that the phone lens in the assistant's hand had been fixed in position.

He suddenly smiled and said, "Uncle, why don't you make a lot of money, it's fun to fight like this!!"

"Luck??"

The old man came a little bit of interest, "Tell me, what kind of color?!"

"Um..." Zhang Yuan groaned for two seconds, looked at Mu Fei on the side, and smiled: "If I win, how about I ask the little girl to drink milk tea."

Mu Fei was startled when she heard this.

Just before she refused, the old man's words had already sounded.

"Hey, you kid, I won't talk if I win!"

After all, don't give Zhang Yuan a chance to talk more.

The two officially fought.

Another burst of snaps.

Seven or eight minutes later.

The old man was blocked by Zhang Yuan for two consecutive games.

Standing in shock, looking at the beat in his hand, a little doubtful of life.

For a long while.

He slowly said, "Oh, I'm going. Boy, are you a professional athlete? Why are you so awesome?"

"Hey." Zhang Yuan smiled, "Uncle, I am willing to bet, then I—"

Zhang Yuan is about to take off the mask to reveal his identity.

Then reap the exclamation and admiration eyes.

Take another photo, hug, go out and invite the little girl to have a cup of milk tea, and give her a signed photo...

The two previous live broadcasts ended successfully in such a process.

Only this time, before he finished speaking, he was quickly interrupted by the old man.

"It's nothing for me to win. I really admire you if you win against our coach Su!"

"and……"

"You want to invite Mu Fei little girl to drink milk tea, I can't be the master of this!"

The old man was like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, and he said a lot of things in his head.

Zhang Yuan caught the point in the words.

"Coach Su?"

He couldn't help smiling from the bottom of his heart, and quickly pulled the mask down his nose and pushed it up again.

"So you are not the coach of this stadium." Zhang Yuan looked at the old man and said with a smile.

"Of course I am a coach. I ran this table tennis hall." The old man flushed flushed for a while and snorted: "It's just that Coach Su is much better than me, dare you dare to fight with me? He has a fight?!"

Hearing the old man's aggressive strategy, Zhang Yuan smiled and nodded indifferently, "Okay."

The old man was overjoyed, "Mu Fei, what are you doing stupidly?? Go call your brother!!"

"Oh oh."

Mu Fei quickly turned around and ran to a certain lounge behind the arena.

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