This Curse Is Awesome

Chapter 239

The 100-meter final is over.

The scene of hundreds of thousands of people is close to absolute silence.

Chen Yu slowly stopped, adjusted the position of the camera, turned and looked towards the other dumbfounded players.

"What do you look at me for? I will end after the match! The 200m final is about to begin. Hurry up, hurry up..."

The players one after another leave field.

Only the true champion, the Level 6 Martial Artist staring at Chen Yu "reluctantly".

"Why aren't you off the court?" Chen Yu asked with a frown.

"I...I also participated in the 200m..."

"Oh, that line, prepare the starting line." Waved his hand, Chen Yu returned to the starting line and checked The remaining bullets in the sniper rifle quietly waited for the 200-meter contestants to enter the field.

3 minutes later, eight athletes are ready to go.

Chen Yu held up a long spear: "Everyone is in place."

"Prepare~"

"peng!"

The sound of gunfire thorough!

Chen Yu carried a sniper rifle in his left hand and a camera on his right shoulder, and rushed out in the first place!

Audience in the audience: "..."

"dong dong dong 咚——"

Every time the footsteps fall, the grass must be stepped out of a small pit.

Soon, in this explosive blessing, he reached the key line with an absolute advantage. Then squatted on the ground and used the camera to capture the "latecomers"...

Level 6 Martial Artist: "..."

After the 200m final.

The 800-meter final began immediately.

Chen Yu is a Superman again, taking the lead with the camera.

The audience all gave up watching the athletes and only stared at Chen Yu, who was galloping outside the track.

Many media reporters also put their lens on Chen Yu.

So, a strange scene appeared.

Chen Yu concentrates on shooting athletes.

The reporters focused on Chen Yu.

All the way to the finish line...

At the end of the 800-meter final, before the start of the 3000 project, the supervisor walked on the field with a bitter face: "Who...Chen Yu, come here." "

"What's wrong?" Chen Yu stepped forward in confusion.

"That..." The supervisor diligently worded: "You are a photographer..."

"Yes." Chen Yu nodded: "Am I not good at shooting?"

"...No...not bad. Mainly you are a photographer, not an athlete..."

"Ah, what's the matter?"

"You... …Can’t run faster than athletes."

"But the roller skate broke down." Chen Yu pointed to the broken slide in the distance.

"Then you can't run so fast." The supervisor scratched his head and said, "Several players were hit, and they left on the spot after the match, and the prizes were not needed."

" That...then I can’t help it." Chen Yu grievedly said: "I am a photographer, I want to shoot athletes. I must run faster than the athletes, or else I can shoot all the players behind."

The supervisor was speechless: "..."

Chen Yu remained silent: "..."

The two looked at each other and were silent for a long time.

The supervisor said: "Why don't I...I'll give you another task..."

...

That's it, Chen Yu is a failed cameraman Teacher, was driven away.

The supervisor assigns him to the indoor gymnasium to be responsible for some work that does not require running.

For example... a table tennis referee.

"Supervisor, I don’t know how to play table tennis, and I don’t know the rules." Chen Yu was disappointed: "Or let me be a cameraman."

"No, you I will bid farewell to the camera in the future."

"But I don’t know the rules, how to judge?"

In his previous life, he only watched table tennis on TV, never actually Pass.

"You don't need to understand the rules, just be fooled anyway. The bell rings and it will start." The supervisor was very busy, pushing Chen Yu directly, throwing out a list of matches, and leaving the stadium.

Holding a sniper rifle in his left hand and his right hand holding the list of matches, Chen Yu turned and looked at the warm-up players, deeply sighed.

"What a bullshit game is this..."

In the table tennis hall, the audience is also full.

But the number of people is much smaller.

Chen Yu makes a visual inspection, and there will be no more than three thousand people at most.

Coincidentally, here, he actually saw Duan Ye.

Naturally, Duan Ye also saw him, holding the racket and leaning over: "Brother Yu, why are you here?"

"Be a referee."

"Fuck! The relationship is good, you can help me, I'm sure to win the championship."

"Ling Lingling--"

Duan Ye has just finished speaking, on behalf of The bell for the start of the game rang.

"Brother Yu, it's started."

"Hmm..."

Chen Yu brace oneself and walked to the table under the spotlight. Anxious dazed......

"crack crack......"

Several shots came back, making him come back to his senses, quickly picked up the list of matches, and said:" First group, *** battle...Dan Ye, ten goals will determine the winner."

"Is the first one?" Duan Ye rubbed his hands in excitement, and jumped in with his racket. .

***The players followed.

"Hmm..." Thoughtfully, Chen Yu raised his sniper rifle and aimed it at the ceiling: "Listen to my gunshot. After the gunshot, the game will begin."

"Referee." ***The player asked: "Then who are we to serve?"

"Yes!" Chen Yu slapped his forehead: "It seems that there is a rule to serve first. You guys use rock paper scissors, who won? Who will go first."

The audience: "..."

Duan Ye: "Old Brother on the other side, what did you do?"

** *: "Huh?"

"What about you."

"I...I want a stone."

"Let’s get started."

Then the two punched.

*** Out of the stone, Duan Ye out of the cloth.

***: "..."

Duan Ye raised his head: "Sample, I knew you were talking about rocks, but actually came up with scissors. Then you thought about it. I would also think of this layer, so I missed the stone, but I didn’t think I was in the Third Layer, and I deliberately made a cloth!"

***: "..."

Duan Ye: "Have you acknowledged the difference in IQ?"

***: "..."

Chen Yu couldn't help but "peng" and moved Sniper rifle trigger: "Okay, don't beep, the game starts."

"Okay." Duan Ye proudly took a ping-pong ball, but was taken aback.

When he thinks of it, he simply doesn’t know how to play table tennis...

In the apocalypse, every day except for cultivation is learning, and he hasn’t watched any table tennis videos. It’s completely foggy. water.

"So...the serve was sent..."

Learning the opponent's posture, squeezing the racket, Duan Ye looked towards Chen Yu, praying for a little help.

Chen Yu also looked towards Duan Ye, also praying for some help.

Duan Ye: "..."

Chen Yu: "..."

Duan Ye: "..."

Chen Yu: "You're fighting him, watching me dry my chicken feathers."

Duan Ye: "Ah..."

Pinch the ball in his hand, Duan Ye browses tightly frowns.

I regretted it in my heart.

I knew that I just lost to the opponent in the guessing box...

Let the opponent give him a shot...

"Well, isn't it just a first serve? What if Bai gives him a point?"

At this point, Duan Ye clenched the teeth, stomped his foot, flicked his left hand, and threw the ping pong ball high.

The audience immediately held their breath.

***The player's body bends slightly, his eyes sharp.

Chen Yu is sweating coldly...

"Which--"

The ball flying high, flying, flying, flying...

It seems to have put on wings, and never fell again...

On-site audience: "..."

***: "..."

Duan Ye: "..."

Chen Yu: "Where did you throw it?"

Duan Ye stared up and looked towards the ceiling:" No way."

Chen Yu yelled: "Resend!"

The ***hearing this on the other side, can't be frowned.

Because according to the rules, the opponent made a mistake in serving, it should be considered as a loss, and then it is his turn to serve...

'Did the rules in the college game change? '

He didn't know, he didn't dare to ask, he could only quietly wait for Duan Ye to serve for the second time.

'Is it my turn to post? '

Duan Ye picked up the second ball suspiciously.

'If it fails this time, it should be considered as a loss, and then it is the other party's turn to send...'

'Hmm. '

'It should be like this...'

'Hey, time is too late, or else I could ask Brother Yu the rules just now...'

Crazy thinking At the same time, Duan Ye held the bat right hand and threw the ping pong ball away again.

This time with experience, he threw very low.

In just one second, the spinning yellow ball fell off.

'Anyway, I lost points. '

'Look at me giving you a slap in the face! '

The thought flashed in his mind, Duan Ye suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the ping pong ball in one bite.

"ka-cha!"

Bite crushing...

"..."

In the stadium, the needle drop can be heard...

The audience all showed horror.

*** was also taken aback, his face was full of ghosts.

"..."

Chen Yu was lost in thought.

If his memory is correct, the way of playing table tennis should be playing, not eating...

As Duan Ye just said, he can win the championship.

Even if the bragging factors are counted, being able to say this sentence proves that he should know the most basic rules...

'So...'

'Martial World's table tennis is played like this? '

Chen Yu raised his hand tentatively: "Duan Ye...get a point?"

Duan Ye: "!"

*** : "!!!"

The audience: "!!!"

Duan Ye suddenly said: "So table tennis is played like this..."

The audience was stunned: "So for fun, the official changed the rules to play like this..."

"pa..."

"pa slap."

"bang bang bang bang..."

I don't know who led the head, there was thunderous applause from the audience.

The nervous Chen Yu suddenly relaxed: "It seems that I guessed it right, it’s a big deal."

Duan Ye also relaxed: "I was wrong. Niubi Niubi."

***: "……"

……

In one hour.

Duan Ye won the table tennis championship as he wished.

Because there is no player who can eat the ball as hard and fast as he eats.

At the final scene, although he encountered a fierce opponent who "eats the ball", Duan Yefu hit his mind and directly ate the racket and broke the table, shocking the audience instantly!

Topped Peak!

Hang a gold medal symbolizing honor...

When the time came to the evening, all the sports events ended.

Chen Yu and Duan Ye are still nostalgic in that wonderful duel and can't extricate themselves.

Chen Yu: "It's really a hearty and passionate game!"

Duan Ye wiped the scum on his lips: "Yes..."

……

That night.

In the Principal office of Beijing University, an urgent red-headed document was delivered to Principal.

When you open it, there are only two lines in the letter.

"Eight wastes are easy to guide failure."

"The tide of beasts is coming!"