Ping Pong Life

Chapter 1 Let's go play table tennis!

"If you don't study hard, you won't be able to get into college."

"If you can't get into college, you can't find a good job."

"If you can't find a good job, you can't make money."

"Damn..."

Wang Mei spread her hands and sighed, only half of the cheap women's cigarettes were stained with the same cheap lipstick color on her mouth, pouting and pouting, a little funny. ,

"Stinky boy, if you can't earn any money, how can you provide for my old lady's retirement?"

Wang Chao blinked, his expression a bit complicated.

He wanted to say, I am 35 years old this year, and you are only 17 years older than me.

According to the principle that "women generally live longer than men", it's hard to say who will die for whom!

The woman in front of him is his own mother.

To be precise, it is the biological mother of this body after he crossed over.

Wang Mei was a bad girl back then, she gave birth to a child out of wedlock at the age of 17, and then her boyfriend ran away, but her parents refused to recognize her. Today's threshold.

Back then she was quite pretty, but now her hands are full of rough calluses.

In a single-parent family, the family is destitute, and life is so miserable that Wang Chao has faint resentment towards his mother deep in his heart.

"Why do you let me live such a hard life with you?"

"If you don't have the ability, you shouldn't have given birth to me in the first place."

"If you give me such a bad start, don't blame me for breaking the can."

——These are the thoughts of Wang Chao, an aborigine, but the 40-year-old man hiding in this body now feels that it is not easy for him to be a cheap mother.

It's just a bit long-winded...

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and Wang Chao hurried out with an excuse to get rid of his mother who was still chattering.

……

The basic exam is over, although the grades are good and bad, but because the holiday has come, even the students who did poorly in the exam, there is a hint of joy that cannot be concealed amidst the sorrow on their faces.

For example, Han Feng, Liu Yue, and Hou Xiaojian were three people who were waiting boredly on the street.

It was Wang Chao's best three friends in school.

"Wang Chao, how did you do in the exam?"

"It's estimated at three hundred points, how about you?"

"I'm three hundred and five."

"I am two hundred and five."

"I... dare not say anything else, there are still three digits."

"嘁~~~"

The topic of the four scumbags about test scores ended here, and Han Feng excitedly suggested: "Let's go play table tennis. My annual card in the Mingyue Pavilion will expire in three days. Hurry up and use it again."

Everyone has no objection.

Wang Chao took the opportunity to urgently sort out the too large amount of information in his mind, so as not to reveal flaws when answering.

He guessed that there should be some indescribable rules in this thing of time travel.

For example, this body is 1.8 meters tall, which is more suitable for basketball and football, but the original owner only likes to play table tennis.

As for myself, before time travel, I was actually a coach of the Chinese National Table Tennis Team.

How should I say, it's fate.

This is not a meeting from a thousand miles away, but a meeting across a world.

It's just that the specific method of meeting is more violent, similar to the perfect seizure...

The Mingyue Stadium is not small in scale. In terms of its status in Jianghu, it belongs to the first echelon arena in Jiangcheng. Occasionally, it can cooperate with the official and become the designated venue for certain city-level competitions.

It can be seen from this that Han Feng is the most wealthy of the four, and he is considered a small rich second generation, so he can apply for a card here.

Probably because the high school students are on vacation, there are so many people in the arena today, there are no vacancies, and they have to wait.

Taking advantage of the interval of waiting, Liu Yue unswervingly brought up the most hated topic of scumbags again.

"Hou Xiaojian, what are you going to do in the future?"

"My family has already taken care of it. I spent money to go to a technical school, tentatively to learn cooking." Hou Xiaojian is tall and dark-skinned, and his hands are particularly strong. This is his specialty. If he learns to cook, he must be able to easily Song grabbed the cauldron with one hand, and since his skin was already dark, he wasn't afraid of the smoke.

Liu Yue was quite envious, turned his head and glanced at Han Feng, and suddenly remembered that this is a rich second generation whose family runs a factory, so he wisely gave up and asked Wang Chao, "What about you?"

"me?"

Wang Chao smiled: "I haven't thought about it yet."

About what to do in the future, Wang Chao really thought about it after time travel...

His first reaction was to speculate in real estate and stocks, but he soon realized that the world is not similar to the earth, and the historical memories about housing prices and stock markets in his mind are meaningless.

Then he thought, can I use my 40 years of accumulated knowledge to get the top score in the college entrance examination and make my way from then on?

He briefly recalled the history test paper he had just finished yesterday.

One of the questions is this...

"May I ask how many emperors there are in the Dayou Dynasty, and what are their posthumous titles?"

Wang Chao was dumbfounded at the time.

Dayou Dynasty?
Where did Da Youchao come from?
The history of this world seems to be different from that of the earth...

Then let’s recall the Chinese test paper again. After all, this place also speaks Chinese. Such a glorious traditional Chinese culture must have something in common!
He remembered another question.

"The poet Zhang Songfei of the Mian Dynasty has a well-known work, which is known as 'the first half is incomprehensible, and the second half is the finishing touch'. It is known that the second line of the work is 'The plumbing duck is fat and quack'. Please add the first, third and fourth sentence."

so tired……

In this ghost place, is there no "water from the Yellow River comes from the sky" or "when will the bright moon appear"?

"System, system, are you there?"

"Don't hide in there and make no noise, I know you're here."

It was quiet in my mind, and I didn't hear a "beep".

"Oh..." Wang Chao sighed, accepting the reality: "I've made up my mind, I will become a table tennis coach in the future."

Well, a traveler without benefits, returning to his old job, is not shabby!

But the boys all laughed.

"It's business." Liu Yue punched him: "Be serious."

"That's right." Hou Xiaojian agreed with a grin: "With your poor level, you are not qualified to be a training partner, and you still want to be a coach?"

Han Feng was also beside him in a strange mood: "How can being a coach be better than being a player? It will be so cool to win a world championship, honor your ancestors, and win glory for your country... Oops, I'm sorry I forgot, you are gone, other people practice table tennis They all started their enlightenment at the age of seven or eight, and went to a professional sports school. You are too old, and no one even wants to be a caddy!"

Wang Chao was rather dumbfounded.

In fact, he doesn't like being a coach. In his previous life, his dream was to stand on the field, become a world champion, and successfully enter the provincial team.

It's just that a sudden accident during an internal assessment of the provincial team caused permanent damage to his left wrist, and he cut off his career path ever since.

In desperation, he could only transform into a coach.

But even as a coach, he also has natural defects. Because of his wrist injury, he can't leave the field in person and practice with his players.

In order to make up for his shortcomings, he had to think and study harder than other coaches, and worked hard on various technical and tactical theoretical knowledge levels.

Facts have proved that his talent for playing can only be said to be mediocre, but his talent for coaching is actually excellent.

In the next ten years, he was seconded from the provincial team to the second national team, then promoted to the first national team, and then took charge of a certain ace player in the national team one-on-one, and finally even helped this player achieve the representative table tennis. The Grand Slam of the world's highest honor.

He has become the most special person in the coaching staff of the national team, and has been hailed by the international table tennis circle as a "wise man", "famous coach", and "the person who knows table tennis best on this planet".

It's just that every night when people are quiet, he thinks of the pictures of his disciples standing on the podium, and the words of gratitude that his disciples expressed to him in the interviews. Apart from being honored, he still feels a little bit regretful.

Why... not myself... stand on it?
Now he crossed over.

Suddenly being asked questions about the future and dreams, he felt a little restless in his heart.

"Can I stand in front of the stage again?"

"It's true that you're a bit older, but... how will you know if it's going to work if you don't try it?"

Liu Yue did not continue to ask, because at this time someone came over with a number plate and said that there was a ball table, so this topic will stop here.

(End of this chapter)