"Next, Zhang Wenhao from Class 2 and Zhao Shengrong from Class 3 will go on stage. Teng Wang from Class 5 and Xiaoming Sun from Class 7 will get ready.”
In a stadium that was nearly 1,000 square meters, the broadcast began to shout.
Wang Dahai, the coach and homeroom teacher of table tennis class 7, had an ugly look on his face.
"Do any of you know where Sun Xiaoming went?!”He roared.
" Coach, Sun Xiaoming, he... he suddenly had a stomachache. He had diarrhea in the toilet..." A male student explained in a low voice.
"Stomach ache? What kind of mentality was Sun Xiaoming having? He dropped the ball at the crucial moment. It's probably his match in ten minutes. What should we do…"
No one noticed that a handsome boy who was obviously a few years younger than the others in Ping-Pong Class 7 was full of horror.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
The standard amnesiac asked three times.
However, he did not lose his memory.
" Did I transmigrate??"
He first looked at himself from head to toe and then observed his surroundings.
His name, or rather, his name before he transmigrated, was Xu Yi.
He was a national first-class athlete.
He remembered that he had lost his mind yesterday because he didn't make it into the top eight of the national table tennis championship. He drank to drown his sorrows.
When he woke up, he was already here.
The question now was, where was this place?! How many years?
"Coach, Sun Xiaoming said his stomach is still hurting and he can't get up. I'm afraid he can't play!”A boy ran over from outside and said anxiously.
"Sigh, then let's change the person. The two of you are going to play doubles soon. You, and you have a match soon. The others will be abused if they meet Wang Teng. This is troublesome…"
Wang Dahai glanced at the students next to him, shaking his head and sighing.
Suddenly, he looked at one of them. His eyes lit up as he thought of something and nodded slightly.
"Xu Yi!"
He shouted, but seeing that the other party was in a daze and did not respond, he shouted again.
"Xu Yi!"
"Ah? Call me?" Xu Yi was at a loss.
"Of course I'm calling you. Is there a second Xu Yi in our class?! Later, you will replace Sun Xiaoming in the competition. This will also be your first time participating in the competition. " Although Wang Teng is very strong, you're the youngest student in our school. You don't want to win. Just take it as a form of training…" Wang Dahai spoke with confidence and reason.
Xu Yi was speechless.
He had only transmigrated for a few minutes, and there was no memory of this place in his mind.
He was going to play just like that?
This was crazy.
Just as Xu Yi was about to find an excuse to reject, a strange voice sounded.
Ding! The All-round Athlete System has been activated and is being activated…
Ding! Main mission discovered. Win an official match. Reward: Newbie Treasure Chest X1, Fusion of Body Memory X1
F * ck!
Was this…the system? Goldfinger?
Xu Yi was indeed an athlete. He reacted in seconds.
In his previous life, although he spent most of his time training, reading novels was his only entertainment before he went to bed.
He was very familiar with transmigrators and the system's golden finger.
He just didn't expect that these things would happen to him.
Xu Yi's eyes were filled with confusion, excitement, and joy.
Two seconds later, he spoke.
"Okay, coach, I'll go!"
"Ah?"
Wang Dahai was stunned by Xu Yi's words.
To be precise, she was shocked by the confidence in Xu Yi's eyes.
This kid…was a seedling!
He had only seen that kind of gaze from real athletes.
Sure, sure!
But soon, Wang Dahai shook his head with a bitter smile.
They had morale, but their strength…
Xu Yi was only thirteen years old this year, and he was a student specially recruited by their sports school.
He had thought that the other party was a table tennis genius. Otherwise, why would the school specially recruit him?
However, they had been training for two months since they entered the school.
Xu Yi's basic table tennis skills were extremely solid, far surpassing his peers.
However, because of his young age, his strength, speed, reaction speed, and technique were still far inferior to his classmates who were four or five years older than him.
This also caused his overall strength to only be ranked in the middle and bottom of the class.
Wang Dahai had chosen Xu Yi to replace Sun Xiaoming against Class Five's Wang Teng because he thought that it would not be too embarrassing if he lost.
No matter what, Xu Yi's age was obvious.
"Good! " Then get ready. It should be soon. Remember, if the opponent serves a backspin, you must use your elbow joint…" Wang Dahai gave Xu Yi some final instructions.
Xu Yi nodded, but his gaze fell on the gymnasium.
There was a large banner hanging on the side of the field. It read," The 12th Inter-School Table Tennis Competition."
Including the students and parents who were watching the competition, there were a total of four to five hundred people.
There were five standard-sized table tennis tables in the middle of the field.
Men's Singles, Men's Doubles, Women's Singles, and Women's Doubles were being held at the same time.
" Eh?!" Xu Yi only took a glance at their matches, and a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Wang Dahai asked.
"Why are they all using penhold grip?”Xu Yi was puzzled.
"This…is there anything strange? Not to mention Huaxia, the entire Asian style mostly used penhold grip. World champions, Olympic champions, World Table Tennis Championships champions, how many of them held a shakehand? " A horizontal clap is flashy but not practical. Don't try to figure it out…" Wang Dahai said disapprovingly.
Xu Yi frowned deeply.
That was not right.
The penhold grip style that was popular all over the world was a thing of the past.
As the ITTF continued to modify the equipment and rules of table tennis, the penhold grip style was losing its vitality.
Slowly, the horizontal grip gained the upper hand.
(1. Penhold grip: The thumb and index finger are in the shape of a pincer. They hold the racket close to the tiger's mouth, and the other three fingers are attached to the back of the racket.) 2. Horizontal grip: Hold the racket as if you were shaking hands. Straighten your index finger naturally and place it diagonally on the back of the racket.）
In his previous life, only one or two out of ten people still insisted on holding the penhold grip.
This was really strange!
Xu Yi felt that something was wrong.
At this moment, someone in the audience exclaimed. Most of the people's gazes were focused on one place.
It was a corner of the audience.
"Wow! Look, who's that!"
"F * ck! Why did our school invite this god over?？”
"How is this a god? This is a demon king!”
"It's actually this cold-faced killer, my idol!!”
" The Great Demon King has descended!"
"I can't take it anymore. I have goosebumps all over my body.”
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