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

National Second Team Training Hall.

After breakfast.

All the young players from the second national team were assembled by the fat coach Ma Kuan.

Although Ma Kuan hasn't said anything yet, everyone has already passed their anger in private.

Know that the talented boy in Cangzhou is going to the second national team.

This should be the process of welcoming new players.

as predicted.

It has not been two minutes since everyone assembled.

There was the sound of footsteps outside the door.

Liu Zhenliang walked in first.

Su Zhe followed him.

The ceremony of welcoming the new players is simple.

It's basically the same as a new classmate in the class.

Everyone takes turns to introduce themselves.

Let's get to know each other.

After the welcome ceremony, it should have been a boring training time.

But today is different.

I don't know if I saw the eager hearts under the teenagers' chests.

Liu Zhenliang squinted his eyes and smiled, and said, "This morning, it was all time for free discussion."

"If you want to challenge your opponents, just go a little bit. There is no such shop after passing this village."

As soon as these words came out, the teenagers instantly made a noise.

Su Zhe's eyes were a little weird.

He clearly felt that this so-called free discussion was aimed at himself.

"I'll come first!!" The watermelon head boy stepped forward and stood up, "I want to fight Su Zhe!"

Su Zhe looked at him.

After just introducing himself, he already knows that the watermelon head boy is called Zhu Dingshuo. He is just 20 years old this year. He is from Qilu Province and has been in the second national team for a year and a half.

Su Zhe nodded and walked forward with the racket in his hand.

This is the spare table tennis racket Liu Zhenliang took him to select just before coming here.

In two days, a racket dedicated to Su Zhe will be customized.

This is the treatment that every member of the national team has.

The National Second Training Hall is very spacious.

There are eight game-specific tables, special stands and scoring positions, and some professional props for the game.

The level of detail is not much better than that of the professional arena.

Seeing Su Zhe and Zhu Dingshuo walk to the two ends of the middle table respectively.

Fan Dong stabbed the yellow-haired boy Xue Kai in the arm and whispered: "Why didn't you go up just now? Isn't Su Zhe your idol?"

Xue Kai rubbed his nose and shook his head and said: "I want to go, but suddenly I don't have the courage... Zhu Dingshuo is still a cow, and his courage is commendable!"

After speaking, he gave Zhu Dingshuo a thumbs up from a distance.

Zhu Dingshuo did not see Xue Kai's gesture.

His nerves are highly tense, and his attention is focused on Su Zhe on the opposite side.

It stands to reason that the aura is mysterious and mysterious.

It is difficult to have a strong aura in a young teenager like Su Zhe.

But Zhu Dingshuo didn't know how, as long as he thought of the calm-faced genius boy who had beaten Zhang Yuan, he felt nervous for some reason.

"How about playing a few balls to warm up first?"

Seeing Zhu Dingshuo keep wiping sweat, Su Zhe couldn't help but say.

"Good, good." Zhu Dingshuo nodded quickly.

Da Da Da Da.

The sound of the ping pong ball rang in the empty training hall.

Su Zhe was playing with Zhu Dingshuo while distractedly observing the status bar on the personal panel of the system in his mind.

The red physical status shows 85, which proves that he has more physical fitness at the moment.

The blue competitive state shows 61, which is just up to the standard of a normal state.

Su Zhe also doesn't know what the competitive state is related to.

However, at the end of the three-minute warm-up period, he suddenly discovered that the percentage figure behind the competitive state had jumped.

From 61 to 62!

Although the growth was extremely slow, it still made him startled.

Hearing Coach Ma Kuan's start, Su Zhe immediately took his mind.

After all, the opponent is also a professional national team player.

No matter how arrogant he is, he does not dare to be distracted in a formal game.

"Zhu Dingshuo, you tee off first!" Ma Kuan directly gave the ball to the head of watermelon.

Zhu Dingshuo was taken aback for a moment, but did not refuse.

After all, he knew that he was indeed the weaker side.

At this time, there is no need to pretend to be a fat man with a swollen face.

"call."

Zhu Dingshuo grabbed the white table tennis ball and exhaled deeply.

When I raised my eyes, I saw Su Zhe's expressionless face, his body slightly bent downwards, holding a horizontal racket, standing in front of his body, his eyes staring at him.

He swallowed subconsciously.

Invisible, as if feeling a pressure.

"Stay steady, I want to stay steady."

"You can't lose without a fight."

Silently puffed myself up in my heart.

Zhu Dingshuo tossed the table tennis ball high.

The next moment.

A pen-hold hook spins the ball as fast as thunder and rushes out.

Seeing this serve, Ma Kuan and Liu Zhenliang both nodded.

Whether it is speed or rotation, this ball is very standard.

Not only is it lethal, it is also very ornamental.

Fan Dong, Xue Kai and other young players stared straight at the serve.

Looking forward to what trouble it can cause Su Zhe.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound.

However, Su Zhe was just a simple draw.

The ball hits back at a faster speed.

The point is Zhu Dingshuo's backhand corner.

Zhu Dingshuo's attention has already been highly concentrated at this moment.

His eyes didn't blink, and he strode across, reflexively catching up with the ball.

Lift the racket and pull it diagonally upwards.

The ball traversed a beautiful arc and returned to Su Zhe's backhand.

Snapped!

Zhu Dingshuo hadn't reacted yet, a white light came into view.

"Twist and pull backhand!"

The pupils of Liu Zhenliang and Ma Kuan contracted suddenly.

At a glance, I recognized that this move was Zhang Yuan's backhand twist that was unrequited by Zhang Yuan that day.

The ball is too fast.

The trajectory is too erratic.

Zhu Dingshuo didn't react at all, and the ball had already been lost.

"1:0!" Ma Kuan, the referee, shouted.

Zhu Dingshuo wiped the sweat from his face with his arm, picked up the ball, and prepared for the second serve.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

boom!

Before the eye-catching effort, Zhu Dingshuo lost another ball.

Su Zhe was dunked back by heavy artillery.

He touched the ball, but the force was unimaginable.

The ball flew out without success.

Unlike the video, this time I saw Su Zhe playing on the spot with my own eyes.

The impact that everyone felt was even greater.

powerful!

too strong!

Even Liu Zhenliang couldn't help but slap his tongue.

The ball goes to Su Zhe's hands.

Snapped! Snapped!

boom!

"3:0!" Ma Kuan shouted with a wry smile.

In his opinion, this game has completely turned into abusive food.

Zhu Dingshuo's face has become pale.

He finally felt the despair of Zhang Yuan at the time.

Zhang Yuan has survived two games.

He has only lost three goals now, and he has weakened the soles of his feet, and he can't hold on.

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