"Only table tennis has changed, what kind of world is this?"

Gu Yang sat quietly, the nameless fire in his heart was stirred, the glory of the national ball, how could it be so blasphemous!

What he couldn't bear the most was that Japan was also one of the four gods, wasn't this slapping the face of the players of the Republic?

In his own world, he has outstanding football skills and his own style of play, so he is named a genius. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although he is twenty-three years old, he is favored by the coach who came down from the provincial team, and he is about to go to the provincial team to become a professional player.

Who knows, a ball game with his friends before parting will turn his fate upside down, and he will finally be reborn in this world.

"Hey, mouse, let's play!" Gu Yang answered Li Hao's phone!

"Yangzi, I'm playing here in our park, Malegobi, there is a little devil here suddenly, very arrogant, he has defeated twelve people in a row, and he is now shouting that no one in our republic can play ball......"

"Dudu, toot......" Li Hao was stunned, and Gu Yang hung up the phone again.

"Mom, I'm out!" Gu Yang picked up the racket and ran out.

"Come back early." Gu Yang's mother's voice came from the study.

"Hey, got it." Gu Yang closed the door!

This is Shen City, Gu Yang's original world, half of the talented players in the table tennis world of the Republic come from here, and the champions and runners-up of international competitions are almost monopolized by the players in this city, which can be called the city that breeds national players!

Today is Saturday, so Gu Yang asked Li Hao to go out to play. It's just that the current Gu Yang seems to have just had some contact with this world.

Hurriedly ran to the park near his home, Gu Yang found that the original full dozen tables were empty, but the table near the promenade was crowded with people watching the ball, three layers inside and three layers outside.

"Mouse!" Gu Yang's eyes were sharp, and he found Li Hao who was watching the ball in the crowd.

Li Hao is the same age as Gu Yang, and he is also in his early seventeens this year, but his body has grown to 1.79 meters, which can be described as tall.

Li Hao heard Gu Yang's call and shouted, "Yangzi, come quickly." ”

Gu Yangsheng squeezed into the crowd and asked casually, "How is the situation?" ”

Li Hao frowned and said: "I'm not optimistic, this is the thirteenth, this Japanese kid is very powerful, and now he is still ahead of the score, 3:1." ”

Gu Yang looked at the table and said to himself, "It's not optimistic!" ”

On the table in front, the Japanese teenager was wearing a white duckbill hat, and looking at his hands, it was the horizontal racket grip that Gu Yang was good at.

The horizontal grip is commonly known as the "big knife grip".

The handle of the horizontal racket is long, so you can hold the racket handle with your hands. Specifically, the tiger's mouth sticks to the root of the handle, the middle finger, ring finger and little finger are bent to hold the handle, and the index finger is naturally stretched out and sticks to the back of the racket.

Now, on the table, a faint sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the Japanese boy's mouth: "I said it, the students of the Republic are not suitable for playing advanced ball games such as table tennis. Precisely, none of the republicans are suitable for such a high-level sport. ”

"What do you say! Fart! People glared at each other.

Gu Yang snorted: "I speak Chinese quite smoothly. ”

Li Hao explained: "This kid has been studying in the Republic for more than four years, so he can speak Chinese. ”

Opposite the Japanese boy, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Republic boy was wearing a coffee-colored shirt, sweating all over his head, and holding a white table tennis ball in the palm of his left hand, which was also held horizontally.

"What, you can't even serve?" The Japanese boy scoffed.

"Hey, admit defeat before it's too late!" In the crowd, another Japanese teenager laughed, causing the Chinese people next to him to look at him angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

Grunt!

The young man swallowed his saliva, wiped the sweat off his head, threw the ball out with his left hand, and with a twist of his wrist, a beautiful topspin ball was released.

Ping Pong!

On the table, a crisp sound sounded. The white spherical arc fell on the table, bounced up, and flew towards the Japanese boy with a slight spin.

"Humph! A low-quality ball! The Japanese boy said disdainfully.

Bang!

Swinging the racket out, the Japanese boy actually chose to smash directly.

You must know that the serving level of the young man in coffee is already a little level, and the ball height is only about ten centimeters away from the net.

This is a contempt for the young man in coffee, a naked contempt.

Swish!

The white ping-pong ball was knocked out, and with a powerful blow, it flew almost straight to the other corner of the table.

"Be careful!" The crowd erupted in exclamation.

The young man in coffee clothes was excited, probed the racket forward with his right hand, and gently picked it up, and the big smash was blocked back, drawing a rather high arc in the air.

"Get out of here!" The Japanese boy was disrespectful, from top to bottom, vigorously swinging the slap, and once again came to a smash.

"Lost ......" The crowd resounded with regret.

"Hey!" Li Hao shook his fists vigorously, extremely unwilling.

Gu Yang squinted slightly and did not speak.

The young man in coffee looked at the white ball that fell on his side, and sighed, "I lost." ”

The Japanese boy shook his head, the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc, and said with a smile: "People from the Republic don't know how to play table tennis." Table tennis is a sport that pays attention to skills and techniques, and it is obvious that the people of the Republic are not good......"

Listening to the disrespectful words of the Japanese teenager, people turned gloomy, and a few radical teenagers even raised their fists, wanting to smash the Japanese teenager's face.

Looking at the radical people around him, the Japanese boy sneered: "If you can't compare to your ball skills, do you want to hit people?" The people of the republic are really of low quality. ”

"Hehe, Kuroda-kun said it so well." In the crowd, another Japanese teenager nodded.

Table tennis!

A yellow arc smashed down on the table where the Japanese boy was, and then bounced up, grazing the Japanese boy's face and sliding into the sky!

"Yaga!" The Japanese boy scolded angrily and looked around, trying to find out the person who provoked him.

"Uncle Baga!" Gu Yang walked out of the crowd with a smile, holding a racket in his hand.

The Japanese boy's face turned cold: "It was you just now!" ”

Gu Yang played with the racket and laughed: "Hey, Koyamada Kokoko, do you still have the strength to play?" ”

"Kokoko Oyamada?" The Japanese boy frowned, "My name is Kuroda Sawaya, not Yamada Kokoko." ”

"Hahaha!" Li Hao suddenly burst out laughing.

Koyamada heart, this is a stalk that Gu Yang and they played. Combining Yamada's hearts together forms the character "cub".

Kokoko Yamada, which means cub.

In the crowd, some people gradually understood this stalk and laughed out loud. The Japanese boy in the crowd had an ugly face and clenched his fists.

"Yaga!" The Japanese teenager is here again to scold the classic Japanese country.

"Come on, Kokoko Oyamada, play ball." Gu Yang took out a ball from his pocket and swung it with a blow.

The Japanese teenager waved his racket casually with disdain, and Gu Yang's serve looked bland.

However, to his surprise, the moment the ping pong ball touched the racket, the trajectory changed in a rather strange way, and it bounced out to the side.

1:0, Gu Yang leads.

"Nani?" The Japanese teenager was surprised and blurted out in Chinese.

Li Hao was also stunned: "Damn, Yang Zi's ball skills, when did you become so powerful?" ”

"Come again." Gu Yang picked up the table tennis ball and swung the racket again.

This time, the Japanese teenager paid a little attention, and when he saw the table tennis ball flying, he twisted his wrist and hit it.

Table tennis!

The ping-pong ball flew out again in a strange trajectory, and it did not land on Gu Yang's table, but flew directly out of Kuroda's table.

The Japanese boy gradually narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face became solemn.

2:0！ Gu Yang scored both serves.

"Are you sure...... Can you play table tennis? Gu Yang smiled, stretched out his middle finger to the opposite side, and then slowly fell down.

On the other side, the Japanese boy's face gradually darkened.