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

Not a word.

The game continues.

Fan Dong's hard power is still much worse than Sakata Takaki.

Even if he tried his best.

Couldn't save the defeat.

Except that the first game ended 11:1.

In the next three rounds, Sakata Takaki was cleared at 11:0, and his head was shaved.

After winning the game, Sakata Takaki is not over yet.

During the handshake session, he deliberately put his hands behind his back.

While refusing to shake hands with Fan Dong, he also insulted Fan Dong by saying some wicked words.

Among them, the most harsh is no different from that sentence.

Non-standard Chinese "waste...things!"

Fan Dong exploded Mao on the spot.

If the referee hadn't stopped him in time, he almost kicked Sakata Takaki in the stomach.

Sakata Takashi was also taken aback.

Can't help but take a few steps back.

He stared at Fan Dong vigilantly.

The difference in size between the two is quite obvious.

He is not afraid of each other when playing table tennis.

But hand-to-hand combat definitely won't work.

Seeing the referee blocking in the middle, the coach of the Long Guo team also rushed up to hold Fan Dong.

Sakata Takaki breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted loudly again.

The appearance of the stubborn stubbornness caused the competition to end early, and Su Zhe, who walked towards him, could not help frowning.

"Fuck you!"

Fan Dong pointed at Sakata Xiaoxi angrily, and wanted to rush up, but was held back by Liu Zhenliang.

Su Zhe walked to Fan Dong's side, patted his neck, and said solemnly, "Leave it to me."

He and Sakata Takaki are in the same half.

In the semifinals, the two will meet.

Hearing Su Zhe's words, Fan Dong lowered his head and said nothing.

The nineteen-year-old young general's eyes were already red.

"Su Zhe, when you meet him tomorrow, don't be soft-hearted and do it to your death!" Liu Zhenliang said, suppressing his anger.

Afterwards, he dragged Fan Dong back to the rest area.

not far away.

Press area.

The male reporter from Sakura Country held the microphone and said a lot of words to the camera.

The general idea is that the players of Longguo lose again and again, and they still want to use violence on the field, without the demeanor of an athlete... It is strongly recommended that the organizing committee ban the teenager named Fan Dong...

a few meters away.

Mike, who was standing in front of the BBC camera, also reported on what just happened.

It's just that his reports are rare and objective.

But also understandable.

Whether it's Sakura Country or Dragon Country.

In the eyes of European countries, they are all eastern countries.

It has always been the object of their smearing.

Exaggerating some false news to slander and slander is commonplace.

According to Mike, who was educated by white supremacy as a child.

When two yellow people fought, no matter which side was hurt, he was equally happy to see it succeed.

but.

If Sakata Takaki is a European, then the report will naturally look like another.

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After Su Zhe and Sakata Takaki won one after another.

In less than ten minutes, Kenta Matsudaira and Kensho Ono also won the semi-finals.

According to Matsudaira Kenta's strength, it should be a quick thing to win Xiang Peng.

However, he seems to regard this game as a warm-up game.

Don't be in a hurry, pull the rhythm very slowly.

Often, after the two had pulled more than a dozen boards, Xiang Peng made a mistake, and Matsudaira passively scored.

Compared with the arrogant Sakata Takashi, Matsudaira's character is much more restrained.

He hasn't said a word since he got on the court.

He did not deliberately provoke and humiliate Xiang Peng with his eyes or expressions.

It's not that Matsudaira Kenta is more humble than Sakata Takaki.

In fact, he was even more arrogant.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said those remarks when he first came to accept Mike's interview.

It's just that Xiang Peng's rank is too low.

He didn't even pay attention to it.

If the opponent is an athlete of the level of Su Zhe or Zhang Yuan, he may perform more excessively than Sakata Takaki.

Both the semi-finals and finals are on tomorrow morning.

So after the eight-in-four is over.

Athletes are disbanding one after another.

Su Zhe was carrying a racket and was suddenly stopped on the way out.

He froze for a moment and looked up.

It was a tall, blond-haired foreigner who looked in his thirties.

"Excuse me, Mr. Su Zhe, can I take a few minutes for you? I'm Mike, a reporter from the BBC. I have a few questions to interview you!"

It was Mike, an expat reporter from the BBC who stopped Su Zhe.

With an extremely sincere expression on his face, he looked at Su Zhe.

"..."

Seeing that Su Zhe didn't speak, he couldn't help scratching his hair, and said a little irritably: "Damn! I forgot that this guy can't understand English, where can I find a translator who can speak Chinese?!"

Su Zhe looked strangely at the foreigner in front of him...

In his previous life, he was also a doctor of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

Publish papers and check all kinds of literature in English.

Although his English proficiency is not as good as that of Junior Eighth, he has no problem at all in dealing with general communication.

He understood what Mike said.

He is waiting for the foreigner to say what he wants to ask.

As a result, I saw the anxious appearance of the foreigner scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks.

He couldn't help but say, "Mr. Mike, if you have no problem, I'll leave."

"Okay, let's go."

Mike blurted out.

Just as soon as the voice fell, he suddenly widened his eyes and reacted.

Surprised, he asked, "Do you speak English?!"

Su Zhe nodded.

"That's great!! Phew, thank God!!" Mike patted his chest.

"On the field just now, your athletes seemed to have a little unpleasantness with Sakura Country's Sakata Takaki. What do you think about this?" Mike stared at Su Zhe intently.

The camera was also facing Su Zhe, and the focus was adjusted.

"Obviously, this is a matter of the quality of individual players, and I have reservations about this." Su Zhe said calmly.

Mike nodded, knowing that there was nothing to ask about that.

He paused for a moment and then asked, "I heard from Coach Liu of Long Guo, you have a deadly mission this time, is to win the gold medal in the men's singles?"

"Yeah." Su Zhe nodded.

"But now you're the only one left in the top four, don't you think it's a bit... uh, in your words, it's hard to support alone...?"

"Why do you ask that?" Su Zhe was a little surprised, and immediately smiled, "There is only one gold medal, and one person is enough, isn't it?"

uh...that seems to make sense.

It doesn't matter how many people there are, after all, this is a singles game.

The one who can stand to the end is the winner.