Wang Chao placed the racket on the table, put his left hand on the elbow of his right arm, raised his right arm, raised his middle finger, breathed through his Dantian, and shouted: "You... come here!"

Well, this is a joke on earth and does not exist in this world, so Han Feng could not understand the mystery. He just felt that his friend was very arrogant today. He said: "Come here, I don't believe you are so lucky."

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But at this time, there was a noise outside, and there seemed to be people cheering. Then a large group of people came in and crowded the small stadium where they were. Before Wang Chao had time to turn around, he felt someone hit him hard on the shoulder.

He staggered and took a few steps back to the side, almost falling.

He turned around and saw that a long row of young men wearing the same sportswear were walking in, standing on both sides of the table. They looked very disciplined. Then several middle-aged men wearing formal suits walked in.

, looks quite majestic, and the bald old man next to him who is smiling and saying something, isn't he Yan Feng, the curator of the Mingyue Museum?

Yan Feng knew Han Feng. He came over with a smile and said, "Guys, let's discuss it. We have a temporary event in the arena. Do you think we can occupy your space?"

Han Feng's expression was not good and he hummed: "Can I say no?"

"What are you talking about? This kid..." Yan Feng had a relationship with Han Feng's father, Han Tiande, so he was polite at this time, but his attitude was tough. He smiled and said: "In this case, you guys sit down and rest first.

Wait? Let’s see how the top players from the city team play.”

However, Han Feng stood by the table and refused to move, and did not look at Yan Feng. Instead, his eyes fell on someone standing by the table.

Just now Wang Chao had his back to the door and couldn't see clearly, but Han Feng saw clearly that it was this man who bumped into his friend.

Moreover, it is difficult to say that this was accidental, but rather it was somewhat intentional.

"He..." Han Feng raised his hand and pointed: "Just now..."

"Han Feng, forget it." Wang Chao quickly stopped and shook his head at him.

After all, reality is not a novel, and there is not so much pretense and slap in the face. Wang Chao knows in his heart that Yan Feng is very polite now because there is no real conflict, but if Han Feng really wants to make trouble, he will definitely not be able to please him.

Just look at the way Yan Feng nodded and bowed in front of those middle-aged people just now, you can tell which one is more important in Yan Feng's mind.

If Han Feng's father were here, he might have some say, but Han Feng himself...

hehe……

Naturally, a forty-year-old soul can see things like the changing world more clearly than an eighteen-year-old soul.

So Wang Chao just turned his head and glanced casually, wanting to see who hit him.

He was an extremely tall and muscular guy, with both arms covered with tendon meat. He was very fierce-looking and had a beard. He didn’t look like a table tennis player, but more like a boxer. He noticed Wang Chao’s gaze,

He showed a provocative expression to Wang Chao.

Wang Chao noticed that this man had a small sign on his chest with his name written on it: Tian Zhengguang.

"It's so boring..."

Wang Chao yawned.

"There are always some people who like to use their physical strength to bully the weak, as if this can show their strength."

"Is it true that the more developed the muscles, the smaller the brain capacity?"

"Even the world has changed, but human beings' bad nature remains as stubborn as ever."

…

The court was quickly re-cleared, and the surrounding baffles were moved outward to form a larger court. At the same time, the two courts next door were also arranged, with a total of five tables being played at the same time. The current standard rules of the game were adopted, seven.

There are four wins in each game, with eleven balls in each game.

Then more people in the arena gathered around to watch the excitement, and Yan Feng also took a microphone and started hosting the event.

Wang Chao listened for a while and finally understood the situation.

Strictly speaking, these people are not members of the Jiangcheng City table tennis team, but substitutes for the main team in Jiangcheng City.

That's not even close.

And the three coaches present are just the leading coaches of this group of substitutes.

But even so, for amateur players, these people can be regarded as absolute masters.

After all, this is a "professional" player.

From amateur, to professional, and then to career, there are two major stages in between.

As the overlord of table tennis in the world, Longguo has a population of more than one billion. All the people play table tennis. There are table tennis tables everywhere in schools, workshops, high-rise buildings, squares, and alleys. Those who are fastidious will make a wooden table, and those who are not fastidious will just make a wooden table.

The man who built a cement building did it without fail, and even on a whim he took down the door panel of his house and put it on a stool...

Think about it, how many experts are there?

The old man walking the birds, the security guard at the door, or the old lady dancing in the square that you occasionally meet on the road will stand on the edge of the table and immediately transform into a transcendent existence that once dominated the xx community and was invincible.

The legends of "Sweeping Monk" and "Librarian" are real in the country of table tennis.

But no matter how awesome a sweeper you are, as long as you are an amateur, even if you beat the invincible sweepers in dozens of neighborhoods around you, you will still get beaten when you meet a professional player.

This is the cruel classification of the table tennis world.

To paraphrase a saying in the world of cultivation, "Everyone in their profession is an ant."

It is precisely because of this that Yan Feng showed strong excitement and flattery after the arrival of these substitutes.

After all, if you can build a good relationship with this group of people, not to mention anything else, as long as people come here occasionally to play, teach skills, play and perform, and interact with golfers, it will be enough to keep the popularity of the arena rising.

The exhibition match will start soon.

It is said to be an exhibition match, but in fact it is just an internal routine assessment for this group of substitutes.

There was something wrong with the city team's training venue today and there was no place for assessment, so several coaches temporarily contacted the Mingyue Stadium. When Yan Feng heard the news, he agreed without saying a word and promised that the whole session would be free of charge.

The only requirement is that spectators are allowed to observe the assessment process.

Soon, there were exclamations and applause one after another around the table.

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"This ball can be hit directly back!"

"So fast!"

"It's so dizzying, I can't even see clearly."

"The ball is too fast!"

"Wow, I actually caught the ball."

"What kind of serve is this?"

Wang Chao yawned.

As a former national coach in the true sense, the games he has seen live are much more intense than this. Now watching these people compete is a bit unnerving.

What's more, his body gradually began to show its magic. He could clearly see the small ball flying at high speed in the air, and even the angle of rotation and flight trajectory were clear, so he found more flaws...

Yes, there were some flaws that he might not have been able to see before traveling through time, but he can see them now.

At least 80% of the serves can be directly attacked!

But these people have cautious faces, as if the other party is invulnerable, they are always testing, always playing shortcomings, and always changing their tactics in a serious manner.

On the surface, the fight was evenly matched and exciting, but in fact...

It's just green chickens pecking each other.

Wang Chao yawned again.

He rubbed his face with his hands to cheer up, but he was not ready to leave.

After all, my three little friends were really engrossed in watching it, and they were so excited and shouting that they had long forgotten all about the unpleasantness just now.

What else can we do? Just wait.

At this time, he vaguely felt a cold gaze, and his heart moved. He turned around and saw the guy named Tian Zhengguang looking at him coldly, seeming a little angry.

Um?

anger?

What is he angry about?

Wang Chao was a little stunned, and then he noticed that his yawning mouth had not yet been closed.

Could it be that... this guy... thinks that I am deliberately humiliating them by yawning?
Chapter completed!