The World Champion Pretended to Be a Passerby and Was Stunned by the Sixteen-year-old Me

"It's careless."

"I underestimated you."

He took a deep breath, clenched his racket, and stood up to his feet.

With a solemn look on his face, he waited for Su Zhe's serve.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

boom!

The two went back and forth until the second stalemate.

Su Zhe found the position of a backhand heavy artillery again.

The ball is faster than the first time!

Zhang Yuan stared helplessly at the white light that shot from him, and was knocked flying by him.

"Two to zero!" Coach Zhou broke his voice with excitement.

impossible!

How can I not catch this kind of ball! !

Zhang Yuan looked at the racket in his hand in disbelief.

If he hadn't seen the racket intact, he would have almost suspected that there was something wrong with the racket.

He was beaten [-]-[-] at the beginning, even in the World Championship, he has never been so miserable.

Today, I fell down in a small table tennis hall.

The little assistant on the side has changed his face.

Subconsciously, I want to turn off the mobile live broadcast.

Then I suddenly thought that the sudden interruption of the live broadcast at this moment will only have the opposite effect.

It seems that Zhang Yuan has a guilty conscience. It is hard for a world champion to beat a middle school student.

After hesitating for a while, the assistant withdrew his hand.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage has exploded.

[Brother Yuan is not in a good condition? 】

[These two balls were lost too fast. 】

[Should not be.Brother Yuan has played two games with the previous coach, and it stands to reason that the warm-up is also warm, and the feeling of the ball has long been there...]

[The most important thing is that Brother Yuan warmed up, but the kid just woke up and went on stage to start playing... It's too bad to lose two goals. 】

[On the basis of these two balls, it can be seen that although the boy is not young, his level is really good.At least have the strength of the provincial team! ! 】

[Horizontal backhand looks so handsome!Makes me want to give up. 】

[Brother Yuan, adjust your state quickly! !If you really want to capsize in the gutter, then you will be finished! ! 】

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Shangjing.

State Sports General Administration, Table Tennis Center.

The head coach of the Table Tennis Association, Liu Zhenliang, the head coach of the national team, is watching several athletes of the national team in the arena for training.

A short, chubby coach in his thirties with dark skin suddenly ran up.

"Coach Liu, something happened!"

Seeing the anxiety on the face of the slightly fat coach, Liu Zhenliang showed a trace of doubt on his face.

After exhorting a few athletes to strengthen their training, they walked to the rest bench with the slightly fat coach.

After taking a sip of water, he asked slowly, "What's wrong?"

"I, ah, I can't explain a sentence or two... Look at this first!"

Coach Wei Chuan opened the live broadcast on his mobile phone and handed it to Liu Zhenliang.

"This is... Zhang Yuan?"

In the picture, Zhang Yuan was wearing a hat and mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

But from his familiar back and his habitual serving action, Liu Zhenliang recognized it at a glance.

See the score on the side showing 9:0

Liu Zhenliang smiled, "How many times have I said it, let's learn from each other, we should give the opponent one or two balls appropriately, how ugly a shaved head is!!"

"Zhang Yuan, this kid, he doesn't recognize his six relatives when he plays football!!"

"But he's in good shape. After a while, the World Table Tennis Championships are about to start, and he just happened to lead the team to get the gold medal back."

Hearing Liu Zhenliang's words, the fat coach widened his eyes.

Stuttering: "Liu, Coach Liu...you, what are you talking about?"

"Huh?" Liu Zhenliang looked up at the slightly fat coach strangely.

"That... Zhang Yuan, he, he was beaten nine to zero!"

"..." Liu Zhenliang was slightly startled, "What kind of international joke are you making?"

He grabbed the phone with a snap and looked at it seriously.

Soon.

With a bang, the phone fell to the ground.

"The boy who played with Zhang Yuan is from the National Youth Team?"

"No."

"Which provincial champion is that?"

"Not at all."

"Then who is he??"

"It seems to be one, an ordinary arena coach..." The slightly fat coach swallowed and whispered.

"..." Liu Zhenliang fell silent.

Soon, he picked up the phone again.

Staring straight at the live broadcast screen, the second game just started.

"This boy...the basic skills are solid and scary!"

"I've never seen such a violent side-beating."

Liu Zhenliang analyzed the game while watching the game.

"The advantage of the straight shot is originally in the handling of the ball in the table... This young man has compressed the processing of the small ball to the limit..."

"His backhand twisting and pulling is fast and precise, causing a lot of pressure on Zhang Yuan..."

"Zhang Yuan has been deliberately avoiding hitting the ball back into the opponent's backhand area...but it still doesn't work."

"The opponent's pressure and adjustment are mainly to prevent the reverse arc and the ball ... plus the change of the landing point ... This move alone made Zhang Yuan have to run all over Taiwan, complaining endlessly."

"After two games, Zhang Yuan is at a disadvantage both in terms of physical strength and efficiency."

I saw that Zhang Yuan also lost cleanly in the second game.

Liu Zhenliang's eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but sigh, "What an amazing boy!"

"Coach Liu, Zhang Yuan is a world champion, how could he lose to such a little-known teenager..." The fat coach said.

"It's not wrong for Zhang Yuan to lose!!" Liu Zhenliang shook his head.

Resolutely said: "He has never met such an opponent, and he is extremely unfamiliar with the horizontal shot. Although this game is lost, it will make Zhang Yuan stronger soon!!"

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Chapter 5

[Zhang Yuan, lost? ? 】

[Not only did he lose, he was also shaved twice in a row...]

[Is this the legendary folk master?So terrifying. 】

【Where did this boy come from?To be able to stun the world champion, it's too awesome Klass! ! 】

[Fuck, why do I feel as unreal as a dream. 】

[Brother Yuan, the blood mold has fallen!Pity I just won the Grand Slam, and I lost my fame like this...]

[Damn, it’s unbelievable that a horizontal shot can be so perverted. 】

[Stop talking, I'm going to play with another horizontal racket tomorrow... If anyone says that horizontal racket is a rookie, I will kill him with one racket! ! 】

In the live broadcast room, the number of viewers has exceeded [-] million.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

Before the game, they did anticipate that the score would likely be 11-0 in two games.

But I never imagined that the opponent of Zero Seal would be the half-eldest boy of [-] or [-] years old!

Even if the news spreads out, no one will believe it.

Unless you see it with your own eyes.

Because it's too far-fetched.