Chapter 22

Tokyo, Adachi Ward.

Eaves and corners, blue tiles, red lanterns, and white powder walls.

A few evergreen pine and cypress trees in front of the hall, crossing the stone gate, there were also grotesque and towering rockeries.

In this prosperous city where every inch of land is worth gold, it is rare to have such an elegant Chinese-style building.

However, this is not a tourist attraction, but a table tennis hall.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Ping, pong, ping, pong!

The sound of rapid footwork changes, the crisp sound of racket hitting the ball.

In the center of the building, in a closed stadium full of modernity, these sounds rang out one after another.

Dozens of table tennis tables were arranged neatly, and the dazzling incandescent lights overhead illuminated the room brightly.

"Ping, ping!"

The table tennis ball was pulled into a sharp curve, the pale yellow shadow rubbed slightly on the blue desktop, and then bounced up violently again.

The dark blue-haired boy's pupils shrank, and the shadow of the ball grew rapidly in his eyes.

Tap, tap!

He hurriedly retreated, holding the racket in his right hand to block forward.

The next instant, only hearing a "bang," the table tennis ball had already flown into the sky, disappearing without a trace.

This is not quite the same as tennis...

Touching the granular racket surface with his fingers, Yiwu Shen Si felt puzzled.

"Continue.

Pay attention to adjusting your way of returning the ball."

The man on the side spoke in time.

"Yes, Coach Lin!"

The man's voice was not loud, but the moment his words fell, Yiwu Shen Si immediately returned to the training state.

This oppressive force was even more suffocating than facing Senior Jiecheng.

Yiwu Shen Si held his breath, carefully observing Coach Lin standing on the side with his peripheral vision.

Wearing a light green shirt, black hair combed meticulously, square face, eyebrows raised like swords, sharp-edged, gaze compelling.

And at this moment, his sharp gaze was meeting his own.

Hiss~

Yiwu Shen Si's heart trembled suddenly, not daring to look again, but he couldn't help but recall Coach Lin's information in his heart.

Coach Lin, full name Lin Fanlong.

From the continent across the ocean, he is a professional table tennis athlete with extremely powerful strength.

Unlike other professional players, he is a professional player who successfully fought his way out of that country known as the strongest in table tennis, experienced countless blood and fire, and his gold content is far higher than others.

He won countless awards, and only after retiring did he switch to become a coach, and then was hired by a high salary to come to Tokyo.

Although he is no longer at his peak, his strength is still terrifyingly amazing.

Yiwu Shen Si had once seen Coach Lin pierce a racket with one ball, and black smoke was still sizzling from the edge of the hole.

The domineering power was simply unstoppable.

Jiecheng Wu also happened to know Coach Lin, which gave him the opportunity to entrust Yiwu Shen Si to him.

After all, table tennis is also known as tennis on the table, and many technical applications can be extended to tennis.

And compared to tennis, table tennis pays more attention to the spin of the ball, which will be of great help to Yiwu Shen Si's future tennis path.

"Shenjing Yangjie, swing hard and hit him later.

If you lose points, you will practice an extra basket of balls after it ends."

Coach Lin withdrew his gaze and said with a dignified face to the person competing with Yiwu Shen Si.

"Alright, coach."

The boy named Shenjing Yangjie heard this order, and the look in his eyes when looking at Ibusaki Shinji changed immediately.

"Jie, jie, jie!"

For the whole day after that, Yiwu Shen Si spent his time in the attack of a storm.

"I'm not used to it, my body feels heavy."

Shenwei Ming jumped hard on the spot twice, but couldn't jump very high, his whole body was pulled by a force.

"Senior Jiecheng, do I really have to wear these things to compete with people?"

He tightened the weighted wristbands on his hands and feet again; this feeling of being restrained all over made him very uncomfortable, and his face was full of reluctance.

"Can I not wear these..."

"No."

Before Shenwei Ming's request could be spoken, Jiecheng Wu refused loudly, not giving him a chance.

"During the special training, except for taking a bath, these weights on your body cannot be removed.

Otherwise..."

He looked at Shenwei Ming and showed a meaningful smile.

And in his heart, he completed the half-sentence he hadn't finished.

'Otherwise, when you learn to prepare Gan juice with Gan later, I'll let you be the first experimental guinea pig.'

"Got it!"

Although he didn't know what the punishment would be, seeing that smile, Shenwei Ming felt a chill and felt a bit nauseous, so he quickly raised his hands to surrender.

"Good to know, follow me."

Jiecheng Wu nodded with satisfaction, and then walked toward the street-side tennis court he often visited.

Shenwei Ming shook his head, threw away the inexplicable feeling of nausea, and quickly caught up with Jiecheng Wu's pace.

"Senior Jiecheng, there is one more thing I don't understand."

"Go ahead."

"Why did everyone else go to their special training places by themselves, but you want to take me alone?"

Shenwei Ming was puzzled in his heart, and then boldly guessed.

"Could it be that you saw my hidden talent and are preparing to let me be the vice-captain of the tennis club?"

Click.

Jiecheng Wu stopped and looked at Shenwei Ming deeply.

"I'm following to protect you."

After speaking, he quickened his pace, not intending to continue explaining.

"Protect me?" Shenwei Ming muttered in a low voice.

"Am I that unreliable..."

Street-side tennis court.

Many people gathered here to play tennis.

"Little brother Jiecheng, long time no see."

Seeing Jiecheng Wu's figure, Mu Cun Hongye, who was playing, hurriedly paused the match.

"Long time no see." Jiecheng Wu responded with a smile.

More than half a year ago, he had swept this court by one-on-seven, and conquered Mu Cun Hongye, who was defeated by him, with his strength.

Since then, Jiecheng Wu would occasionally come to this area to practice.

After going back and forth, the two became familiar.

"Want to play a match?"

Mu Cun Hongye looked at Jiecheng Wu with burning eyes, his fighting spirit surging in his heart.

After entering high school, his strength had increased a lot; if he returned to middle school, he would definitely be a good player in the Du Da Sai.

"No, I'm just helping someone lead the way this time.

The one who wants to find someone to compete with is him."

Jiecheng Wu shook his head and pointed to Shenwei Ming beside him.

"Hello senior, please give me your advice!"

Hearing this, Shenwei Ming immediately stepped forward and greeted obediently.

"Easy, easy." Mu Cun Hongye touched his head honestly, and then teased Jiecheng Wu.

"He is much more polite than you were back then."

"Polite? He said—"

Hearing this, Jiecheng Wu showed a strange expression, but after looking at Shenwei Ming, it seemed like he had something unspeakable, and finally swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Seeing Jiecheng Wu like this, Mu Cun Hongye's curiosity was hooked.

"What did he say?"

"No, you'll be angry if I say it."

"It's okay, go ahead."

Have I said anything? Shenwei Ming, standing on the side, was full of question marks at this time.

At this time, Jiecheng Wu seemed to have made up his mind before speaking slowly.

"He said he wants to play against ten of you!"

"Huh?"

"Ah?"

As soon as the words fell, two surprised exclamations rang out at the same time.

The former was Mu Cun Hongye, whose expression was a bit stiff, and the latter was Shenwei Ming, who suddenly understood what it meant to protect himself.

"He said you are too weak, one-on-one is too easy, he can fight ten by himself."

Jiecheng Wu continued to add insult to injury.

At this time, Mu Cun Hongye's expression had completely changed; he moved his wrists, his eyes were fierce, and he looked at Shenwei Ming with a cold sneer.

"Kid, do you know the price of provoking us?"

"I, he... you...

Listen to my explanation..."

Shenwei looked panicked, not knowing where to put his hands.

"Please be sure to find the ten most powerful people." Jiecheng Wu added oil to the fire and added a handful of firewood.

When Mu Cun Hongye walked toward the court aggressively to pull people, Jiecheng Wu leaned into the ear of the Shen·pitiful·Wei·weak·helpless·Ming to add.

"Remember, your weights cannot be removed."

The atmosphere on the street-side tennis court became exceptionally enthusiastic today, and Shenwei Ming's special training officially began.

Asking for all kinds of tickets, tips, and follow-up reading.

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(End of chapter)