The next day, Gu Yang's training officially began. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After Coach Zhang Rong briefly introduced some basic information, he suddenly spoke: "Xiao Yang, how did you provoke the king of Hades?" ”

Gu Yang spread his hands and said innocently: "I don't know, inexplicably, he came to me by himself." ”

Zhang Rong sighed, thoughtfully, threw up the table tennis ball in his hand and said, "It's okay, don't think about that for now, let's start practicing basic ball control today." ”

Gu Yang nodded, two meters in front of him, a large square of one meter square was drawn on the ground, and the square was drawn in the shape of a nine-square grid.

In the nine-square grid, nine different colors are painted: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, black, and white.

"Whichever color I say, you hit the ball in which little grid, understand?" Zhang Rong asked.

Gu Yang nodded and clenched the racket in his hand.

"Yellow!" Coach Zhang Rong threw the ball in his hand to Gu Yang, Gu Yang turned his wrist and swung his racket to hit hard.

Table tennis!

The ball makes a perfect arc in the air, and it lands in the yellow area in the distance.

"Binge!" Gu Yang snapped his fingers happily.

"White." Coach Zhang Rong had already thrown the ball again.

Gu Yang stepped forward, twisted his wrist slightly, and twisted and pulled the ball.

"Yellow!"

"Black!"

"Purple!"

"Yellow!"

"Red!"

Coach Zhang Rong kept reading various colors, and the table tennis ball in his hand was thrown out at a frequency of one by one, Gu Yang kept waving the racket, and after a while, sweat was raining.

"Green!" Coach Zhang Rong threw out the last ball, and Gu Yang stumbled and forcibly slipped the ball.

Table tennis!

The ping-pong ball flew high and flew towards the Jiugong grid, Gu Yang suddenly felt bad and missed it.

Coach Zhang Rong smiled knowingly, out of a hundred balls, Gu Yang succeeded in ninety-nine, with a success rate of 99%.

In the distance, Wang Tao was silent, looking at Gu Yang's training area, and next to him, a rather handsome young man walked over and patted Wang Tao on the shoulder.

Wang Tao turned around and said with a smile: "Dragon Team, why are you here?" ”

The boy known as the Dragon Team smiled: "Hey, I'm not good as a captain." The coach asked me to ask you, why did that little doll offend our men's singles No. 2 Hades. ”

Wang Tao sighed and said, "Dragon Team, have you heard the name Wang Bo?" ”

"Wang Bo?" The dragon team was stunned, "That Wang Bo who recently won the second place in the junior group of the National World Table Tennis Championships?" ”

Wang Tao nodded: "Well, he is my younger brother." ”

The dragon team showed a surprised gaze: "You kid is hidden, you don't say anything if you're powerful, but your brother is also so powerful...... But what does he have to do with this little doll? ”

Wang Tao's eyes sank: "He took away my brother's place." ”

The Dragons asked, "What slot?" ”

Wang Tao said: "The quota in Wu Lao's hand." ”

"Old Wu?" The dragon team was puzzled, "Which Wu Lao?" Could it be ......?"

His words did not continue, Wang Tao had already nodded lightly: "It is Wu Lao of the national team." ”

"Holy." The dragon team couldn't help but burst into foul language, looking into the distance, "This little guy is a disciple of Wu Lao?" ”

Who is Wu Lao? In the table tennis arena of the Republic, no one knows, no one knows, that is the existence of stomping and shaking half the sky in the table tennis arena.

"Didn't Elder Wu not accept disciples?" The dragon team said enviously, "What? ”

Wang Tao looked into the distance: "I don't know, my brother said that he ...... from Wu Lao"

On the field, Gu Yang was asked to increase the difficulty, standing outside the white line three meters away from the Jiugong grid, and constantly waving the racket in his hand.

Gu Yang muttered in a low voice while running: "Damn, this training is really a bit perverted, is Coach Zhang Rong a human ball machine?" How is it possible to throw the ball so fast? ”

"Xiao Yang, hurry up, I'm going to speed up the frequency." Coach Zhang Rong reminded him, and the frequency of throwing the ball in his hand instantly accelerated.

Gu Yang complained bitterly, and his arm was already a little numb, but looking at the coach's meaning, he didn't seem to stop at all.

An hour passed like this, Gu Yang sat on the bench, gulping and drinking water, training was really tiring.

Zhang Rong sat on the side, looked at Gu Yang's embarrassed appearance, and said with a smile: "Little guy, how is it, do you feel bitter?" ”

Gu Yang quickly took a big sip of water, wiped the water stains on the side of his mouth with a towel and said, "Coach, it's okay." ”

"Haha, the little guy has perseverance, I like it." Zhang Rong said with a smile.

Gu Yang took advantage of the rest and asked, "Coach, when can I participate in the official competition?" ”

Zhang Rong waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, you have just trained, and I will talk about the competition later, and ......"

"And what?" Gu Yang asked preemptively.

Zhang Rong said: "Listen to what Wu Lao meant, I want you to wait, Wu Lao seems to be going to form a second team." If you do well, you should go back to the second team. ”

Gu Yang muttered to himself: "Second team, what is that?" Since there are two teams, which one is it? ”

Zhang Rong said: "A team, in fact, you have seen it." ”

Gu Yang wondered: "I've seen it, is it possible...... Wang ......"

Zhang Rong nodded: "It's the Wang Tao who fought against you yesterday, in another month, he should go to the national team and officially become a member of the first team." ”

"The first team is not that good." Gu Yang muttered, Wang Tao's level was about the same as his own.

Zhang Rong waved his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, little guy, don't be arrogant, rest enough, let's continue to practice......"

Gu Yang said: "Order." "When I picked up my racket, I was standing in the training area again.

Ping Pong!

This time, Coach Zhang Rong slowed down the frequency of throwing balls, throwing a ball every two seconds, but Gu Yang's distance from Jiugongge had increased to three meters five.

"The distance is getting farther and farther away, and the effect of the air resistance on the ball is becoming more and more obvious." Gu Yang muttered to himself, constantly adjusting the strength and direction of his shots.

However, the error rate is still slightly more, and for every ten balls or so, Gu Yang has a ball that can't hit the designated area.

This made Gu Yang anxious, and when Coach Zhang Rong proposed to rest, Gu Yang shook his head and asked to continue training.

"Nice kid." Coach Zhang Rong praised a little in his heart, and continued to throw the ball.

In the distance, the Dragons and Wang Tao were warming up, and the two kept attacking each other, forming a state of stalemate.

"Hades, how did you feel when you played with that little imp yesterday?" The Dragons asked again.

Wang Tao frowned and hit the ball back: "Good seedling, fight with my brother." “

The dragon team laughed, and returned the ball to each other near the stage: "To get such a high evaluation from the king of Hades, that kid is amazing." ”

"Cut." Wang Tao snorted lightly.

"Ask you something, you tell me the truth." The Dragons said.

"Hmm." Hades said.

"How much effort did you use to compete with him?"

"How much?" Hades said lightly, "Sancheng......"