The rules of serving in ping-pong dictate that players switch service every two points. It was now Lin Feng’s turn to serve.
Having lost two points in a row, Situ Yang’s face had turned ashen. He hunched over, his gaze fixed intently on Lin Feng, fully prepared.
Lin Feng gave the tense Situ Yang a sidelong glance, chuckling inwardly. It’s impressive how quickly this guy can recalibrate his mindset. A professional-grade player indeed. Unfortunately, his character flaws an he’s destined never to compete in the school sports et!
"Watch out!" Lin Feng warned Situ Yang generously. He lightly bounced the ball on the table, then, with a slight movent of his paddle, gently tapped the ping-pong ball across.
"Damn, that serving technique... It’s elentary school level!"
"It’s simply atrocious..."
"Hell, Lin Feng must be deliberately ssing with Situ Yang!"
Lin Feng’s incredibly amateurish serving technique imdiately drew a wave of jeers. Compared to Situ Yang’s cool, fancy serves, Lin Feng’s was laughably bad.
"What do you guys know? What’s the use of a fancy serve if it doesn’t score points?" Wang Zikai, beginning to trust Lin Feng blindly, started to hype him up.
Situ Yang was indeed stunned by Lin Feng’s serve. Even more bewildering, the ball served with such a comical technique seed to be going out of bounds!
Situ Yang stared blankly at the ball’s trajectory, watching it drift towards the edge...
But then... just as it reached the edge, the ping-pong ball’s downward path skewed slightly, gently striking the table with a soft POP...
Another edge ball!
Situ Yang felt like his jaw had dropped. How... how is that possible! That ball was clearly going out; how did it clip the edge?
"Huh, why isn’t Situ Yang returning it? It was an edge ball, sure, but it was so slow. It shouldn’t have been hard to hit, right?"
"Who knows? Maybe he was too stunned!"
"Damn, and this guy won first place in the City Youth Cup Ping Pong Tournant?"
The continuous loss of points finally caused the champion’s halo above Situ Yang’s head to slowly fade, even beginning to feel like a cage.
"Lin Feng... You—you cheated!" Situ Yang glared at Lin Feng, his face ashen.
"I cheated just because you say so? You accuse without any proof?" Lin Feng chuckled, looking at Situ Yang. Truth be told, I did cheat on that last ball. I used a tiny bit of ’finger wind’ to push its trajectory down onto the edge of the table, forcing an edge ball. I didn’t expect Situ Yang to notice. Too bad for him, even if he noticed, he can’t prove anything...
"You... I... The ball’s trajectory was wrong!" Situ Yang said weakly. But his words earned him no sympathy, only a barrage of boos.
"Man, if you can’t handle losing, just say so! Accusing Lin Feng of cheating... How could he even cheat? Was he three feet from the table, pushing it towards you?"
"Yeah, what a sore loser with a fragile heart!"
"Tsk tsk, where did all that arrogance from before go? Scared already?"
Hearing so many people criticizing him, Situ Yang couldn’t help but feel deeply embarrassed. However, with no evidence, he couldn’t refute the accusations and could only ask Wang Zikai for a new ball.
Wang Zikai took out a new ping-pong ball, let Situ Yang inspect it, and then gave it to Lin Feng to serve.
The rest of the match was, unsurprisingly, one-sided. Lin Feng served another edge ball, bringing the score to 4:0!
Situ Yang was on the verge of a breakdown. The balls he served to Lin Feng were either smashed back violently or turned into edge balls by Lin Feng. He never had a chance to return a shot!
In just a few short rounds, Situ Yang was shut out 11:0 by Lin Feng, a total "Bald Head."
At first, the spectators thought Situ Yang wasn’t living up to his reputation, that his skills were subpar. But as the ga progressed, they all fell silent, staring dumbfounded as Lin Feng served one edge ball after another.
Damn it, who would believe he wasn’t cheating?! Lin Feng served five balls, and all five were edge balls. Could even a national-level player hit an edge ball every single ti?
"11:0... Lin Feng wins!"
Hearing Wang Zikai loudly announce the result, Situ Yang’s face turned deathly pale; he looked completely dejected.
Situ Yang didn’t even say goodbye to anyone before abruptly turning and leaving. Lin Feng had thoroughly trampled his pride and reputation. What face did he have left to speak to anyone?
"Brother Feng, quickly, teach how to serve edge balls!"
"Brother Feng, you’re amazing! How many years did it take you to master that move?"
"One killer move is all you need! Lin Feng, if you could pull that off in an official match, it would be incredibly Impressive!"
Many students crowded around Lin Feng, begging him to teach them his secret edge ball technique. They didn’t stop to think: if I truly considered this a secret technique, would I casually teach it to them?
"Yay, Lin Feng won! This young lady has made a small fortune!" Su Zi said with a grin, taking the three thousand yuan she had won from a classmate who had organized the betting. She flaunted it a little in front of Ning Aoxue. "I’m treating you and Lin Feng to dinner later. Don’t anyone dare try to pay!"
Lin Feng politely declined for a long ti before finally managing to send the surrounding students away. These classmates are certainly enthusiastic... Wiping the sweat from his brow, Lin Feng secretly resolved to expose his Inner Strength less in front of students in the future. These guys get familiar way too quickly. I can’t let them know too much, or it’ll beco a constant bother.
"Brother Feng, we have a problem!" Wang Zikai exclaid after a mont of cheering. He suddenly seed to rember sothing, approached Lin Feng, and said with a troubled expression.
"What kind of problem?" Lin Feng asked, montarily stunned.
"...You just won the qualification for the n’s singles ping-pong tournant. But you previously said you wanted to sign up for three middle and long-distance running events. Each person can only register for three events, so you’ve exceeded the limit!" Wang Zikai said seriously, holding up three fingers.
"Simple. You can take care of the 800-ter race!" Lin Feng said cheerfully, decisively "conscripting" Wang Zikai.
"...? Brother Feng, I’m not a fast runner!" Wang Zikai grimaced. He had already signed up for the 400-ter race; running another 800 ters would exhaust him!
"It’s settled then. When we have free ti, I’ll give you so running training and guidance. I guarantee you’ll win first place!" Lin Feng said with a grin, patting Wang Zikai’s shoulder. As long as I teach him the basic thods for cultivating Qi, even if he doesn’t develop Inner Strength, his physique will improve, achieving a qualitative enhancent.
"Running training... What’s so fun about that?" Wang Zikai found the idea increasingly dull. Training on top of that? Unbearable.
"...Well, do you still want to be a ’premature ejaculation guy’?" Lin Feng finally played his trump card. "Train with for three days, and I guarantee your endurance will see a qualitative improvent!"
"Alright! It’s just running, right? Bro, I’ll definitely keep up with you, Brother Feng!" Hearing about improving his endurance... Wang Zikai was indeed thrilled.
This scumbag! Lin Feng silently grumbled to himself.
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