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The old man pulled up again, and the ball speed increased again.

Zhang had to take two steps back to slice the ball, with his current level, at such a ball speed, although he can cheat, but the strength of the wrist is far from enough, at least 80% chance of hitting the boundary.

But fortunately, he is now somewhat proficient, and he is currently learning things very quickly.

The old man narrowed his eyes and was a little serious, in this case, if he wanted to win, he only needed to compress it to the side at least twenty degrees, with Zhang Qianhan's position at the moment, unless he ran over in advance, he would definitely not be able to catch it.

But the old man obviously doesn't care about winning or losing.

He took it up a little bit.

Zhang Qianhan took a step to the side and tried to pull back with his backhand, but he was obviously in a bit of a hurry, and his physical condition has not fully recovered at present, and this time the deviation is a bit big.

"Hey, the young man is in danger." The old man next to him shook his head when he saw this.

The ball grabs to the baffle and bounces high.

There was no hesitation in this situation, and the old man stepped forward and prepared to smash it.

Zhang Duhan did not retreat, but went up.

Smashing is what Zhang Qianhan is best at.

The front of the net buckle is a difficult to replicate load. Forcing art, in that lightning-fast moment, can find the trajectory of the ball and find the right position to hit it back, I believe that the most senior professional table tennis players can only rely on luck.

Even if the optic nerve detects it, the hypothalamus has no time to respond.

Zhang Qianhan is also an ordinary person in all aspects, according to normal terms, even if the time is slowed down by 10,000 times, no matter how slow the ball speed is, your movements will be slow, and you will not be able to receive the ball.

So what he has to do is to deduce and predict.

Through the other party's muscle swings and steps, as well as the direction of the gaze, etc., these can become clues in less than a second.

That makes it simple.

Zhang Jianhan only needs to intercept the opponent's strike direction, and then calculate his angle and strength, and all problems will be solved.

At the moment when the old man swung the racket.

Everything flew through like lightning.

Syllable!

I could only vaguely see a shadow, the ping-pong ball instantly appeared behind the old man, and the bounce on the board was not visible at all, the ping-pong ball was already in the air, and then fell to the ground.

“…… Hiss. The old men took a breath and touched their chins to look at the ball with a pensive expression.

The old man turned around and watched the table tennis ball jump and jump away, and then turned around and said to Zhang Qianhan with a serious expression: "Boy, don't be an artist at this level, you should go to the table tennis selection, and win glory for our country in the next games." ”

Zhang Qianhan blinked and smiled embarrassedly: "But...... I'm Chinese. ”

Then everyone was stunned for another second.

The old man turned his head and coughed lightly: "Ah... That country......"

With a mutter, he trotted over to pick up the ball.

Zhang Qianhan scratched his head and left this small sports field, the old people muttered in unison behind him, discussing how China trains students, any one of them is at this level, it seems that the next table tennis is still very dangerous.

After exercising a little sweat, Zhang Qianhan walked to the garage, and directly ordered to unlock it without a key, although it was a little troublesome, after debugging for a long time, he opened the door of the back seat, and took off most of the snacks with a short shelf life from the compartment, put them in a bag, and carried them to the ward.

But immediately patted his head again, and saw that Miss Jimi should also get up, so he called and asked if he wanted to bring breakfast.

"Ani... I've already eaten in the cafeteria, and when I was passing by, I saw you playing table tennis with your seniors, but I didn't expect Mr. Zhang Qianhan's hobbies to be so extensive. ”

Zhang Qianhan smiled modestly: "This is a hobby, it's just a regular exercise." ”

……

In the hospital room.

"What is this?" Lin Yun'er curiously watched Zhang Qianhan come in with a bag and asked.

Zhang Qianhan grabbed a few bags of snacks for her, then took off his shoes and half lay on the bed, and said with a smile: "Small snacks, some of them are specialties of our country." ”

Lin Yun'er blinked and tried to open a bag.

"Your bag is Chongqing's weird flavor of Hu Bean, I made it with the spiciness down." Zhang Duan said coldly.

Lin Yun'er sniffed, then nodded: "It smells good." ”

As he spoke, he picked one up with his fingers, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"I've eaten Chongqing's hot pot once, but I have to dip it in water." Lin Yun'er said while eating, "Xiaoyuan Oni and Xiuying Oni like it very much, and now we still have a few bags of base ingredients in our dormitory, all of which are bought locally." ”

"Oh, this one is delicious, too." Chewing and chewing, Lin Yun'er suddenly praised.

Zhang Qianhan took a magazine and flipped through it, and said with a smile: "Of course, the main feature of this snack is that it has a spicy flavor and sweetness, I have seen a lot of Korean food, and I like to put sweets and spicy ingredients together, which should be very suitable for your taste." ”

While speaking, Zhang Duhan's hand was not idle, grabbing a handful of crisp fruit, flicking his thumb, and the fruit crossed the arc and fell accurately into his mouth.

"Mr. Zhang Qianhan is very interested in snacks." Lin Yun'er watched his movements and said with a smile.

Zhang Qianhan turned the page, looked at the magazine without raising his head, and kept agitating with his cheeks: "Inside, because I usually get up early and eat early, I am easy to get hungry, and I usually like to bring a small snack......"

"Ani, I mean, Mr. Zhang Qianhan, the way you eat must have been eating like this since you were a child, that's why you threw it so accurately, right?" Lin Yun'er pointed to Zhang Qianhan's hand with a smile on her face.

Zhang Qianhan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The accuracy of my thumb is very high, and I have never missed." ”

“Jinjia？” Lin Yun'er looked surprised, then looked around, took a paper cup from the bedside table and put it on her quilt, and said to Zhang Duhan, "Can you throw it in here?" ”

Zhang Qianhan glanced at the corners of his mouth and picked up, but he didn't move much, just adjusted the angle of his thumb and flicked it casually.

Crisp fruit is a parabola.

The thud landed on the cup accurately.

Lin Yun'er clapped her hands in admiration, straightened her arms with the paper cup, and blinked, "Here." ”

Zhang Qianhan touched his chin to observe for a moment, then used his thumb and forefinger to side the distance, and muttered, "You have to make sure not to move." ”

Lin Yun'er nodded.

Then the naïve Zhang Duhan took aim seriously, and after making sure that nothing was wrong, he bounced the crisp fruit over.

Click.

The puff pastry hit the rim of the cup and tumbled to the ground.

"Oh, I didn't get in." Lin Yun'er's eyes widened in surprise and shook the cup at him proudly.

…… (To be continued)

……

It's still a deposit.

I haven't written a word since the school started on September 2.

The main reason for writing this is because of boredom, just like my last book, I wrote it during the winter vacation, and then I didn't have time to write when school started, and it took a lot of time to do homework and play games.

And it doesn't feel good to write Korean entertainment novels in the dormitory.

I don't like South Korea or even Korean stars, but I became interested by chance because I watched "Fat Man's Korean Entertainment" before, and the characters in it are very finely portrayed.

What I like is Kim Taeyeon or Krystal in the book, and Lim Yoona only noticed it when she looked at the beautiful photos. I still don't like Korean celebrities and Korea.

I don't like Korean things in the dormitory, and I have them, except for their big white legs. It's inconvenient for me to write this.,Psychological factors account for most of it.,I feel like this genre is a bit down.,This is a common psychology of Korean entertainment or Chinese entertainment or even urban novels.,I always feel that it's not as good as fantasy and military.,The atmosphere of history.。

Of course I think so, otherwise if I write other genres, I must let my good friends and buddies come to cheer on me, but I didn't tell anyone.

I'll either change it once in a while, or I'll write it again during the next winter break.

In short, it feels like it's not to the point of being a eunuch.

Later, I want to see Park Bo-young.,Create a Moba game.,There's also live streaming software.,I thought about a lot of it and didn't put it into writing.,It's a pity to lose it like this.。

The author of "Korean Entertainment Cultivation" seems to be a college student too.,I'm chasing his book.,But it seems to have stopped.。。

Hey, kind stuff.

I don't like eunuchs either.

Recommend a few books to me.