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It took me a while to react and my hearing function connected to what he said.

"Come to think of it, I feel like there's something wrong with Niwa's movements."

As soon as he opened his eyes, he finally immersed himself in the conversation.

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"what happened?"

"The strength and lateral movement don't look right," Lin Sen tried to analyze. "I've been watching table tennis for quite a while now, and I've seen many players with different styles. Given that, I find Niwa's athletic ability a little too weak. He's always getting eaten away."

Moreover, in sharp contrast to the fierce horizontal pulling movements of the straight-blade male player at the opposite table, the high school student's movements always seem a bit weak.

This means that once the game goes beyond the first three rounds and drags on, the high school students' disadvantage becomes increasingly greater.

The score gap gradually widened quickly.

But Niwa is clearly aware of his disadvantages at the far end, and before being forced to start running, he often sneaks in a very subtle backspin shot with both hands, launching a surprise counterattack that will make everyone applaud.

In those days, table tennis balls had not yet become larger and the ball had very strong spin, which was the golden age for chopping players.

Furthermore, since the rule of not blocking serves has not yet been implemented, it will make it extremely difficult for opponents to make judgments. Studying the serve well can bring great advantages.

So after formally studying the latest rule book, Yuzuru Niwa very cleverly maximized the use of his wild methods.

The high school students almost gambled their lives on the first three boards to win every game. They often suddenly pressed close to the table when defending and launched quite unconventional offensive counterattacks.

The most amazing thing is the way they change things up. They rarely use the same old tricks, but often develop different short-term tactics based on the current rotation of the ball.

After several exciting reversals, even the amateur Miss Ito subconsciously grabbed Lin Sen's clothes tightly, and the coach who was sitting at the table with his arms crossed and acting as a temporary referee opened his mouth wide.

Unfortunately, there was still a gap in hard power. In the end, Niwa, exhausted, couldn't even connect with a few shots from far away, and even the first three shots, which he was good at, were deformed.

The score was fixed at 7 to 21. It looked like a crushing victory, but the match point and near-match point games were fought tenaciously for a full five points.

So much so that the coach on the opposing team came over and started chatting about related topics.

He had a stern face and seemed a little angry.

"How did the kid train? His fundamentals are so shaky, he plays like a woman. If I had discovered him a few years earlier, with this kind of talent, I would have recommended him to a few friends in the industry."

"It was just a hobby before. It was only in high school that I decided to work hard to become an athlete."

The middle-aged man, who looked very serious, pondered for a moment.

"He plays with his brain. Just his presence on the court alone surpasses many of the kids I've coached. He needs to improve his physical training, absolutely! His long-inning ability is terrible. You must keep a close eye on him and train him!"

"Yes."

Although it sounded like a lecture, the meaning was clearly not that.

In previous matches, the coach had always been very friendly, smiling and saying hello, and even disappearing with his apprentice after the match. Now, his attitude was no longer perfunctory, which showed that he was starting to care about Niwa.

Perhaps I was shocked by the speed of my child's progress.

Lin Sen is not stupid and can understand the meaning.

He turned his head and looked at the girl next to him, watching her raise the corners of her mouth and convey the same joy to him.

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It's indeed something to be happy about.

When he turned his head with the middle-aged man, he found that the high school student had been standing in front of his opponent. He lowered his head slightly and handed him a piece of manuscript paper while still panting.

The college student contestant who had just beaten up the child politely took it, stared at the question for a while, then scratched the back of his head, shook his head and laughed awkwardly.

The three people present were stunned.

Then came the muffled, inquiring voice again.

"Hasn't the cultural studies class been resolved yet?"

"Yeah, I do. In order to catch up on training, I sometimes have to take time off on weekdays to come here."

This information made the coach ponder.

About half a minute.

"Who do you usually schedule training with?"

Lin Sen reported a few names.

Then--

"I know them all. I'll coordinate with them and see if I can set aside some weekends for you guys."

"Honestly!"

How do you say that.

In the field of sports, respect and help are earned through playing.

Chapter 47: What is the real him like?

Lin Sen actually misses the energy shown by Yuzuru Niwa.

Probably a bit like my former self.

Novel Group 8⑨

I have a firm goal. I am in my prime years, full of perseverance and drive.

When I think about it, although we have been through very difficult times, the hundred bad and dark days now may create a hundred good stories worth telling in the future.

People are always like this. Coming into this chaotic world without knowing what to do, most of them are in a daze, drifting up and down.

Maybe you will be blessed with good luck throughout your life and become famous by chance.

Or maybe you gain nothing and grow old before you have time to mature.

If you can find something you want to do, a dream you want to work towards, and always be a sincere young person in your heart, you will be better than most people.

There is no such thing as a fair fate. But winning in your own choices is important.

In Lin Sen’s previous life, when he was playing professionally, he was a loser compared to the dreamlike top-level competitions in the eyes of the game audience.

He was never one for fireworks.

But, I, who was hesitant and didn’t know what my life dream was when I was little, have become a winner.

Moreover, I made money and reached the state of half-step financial freedom.

That was enough. Lin Sen was not a greedy person and was easily satisfied. Perhaps because of this character, the habit of always showing off became a habit etched in his soul.

But sometimes, we are filled with ambition and suddenly become too greedy. For example, this new life that came for nothing.

After all, there must be resentment in my heart. After all, I was living a good life in another world, but suddenly I came here to take over a terrible life.

Although I met a lot of interesting people, which was a compensation, I still had some vague complaints.

Dissatisfaction turns into greed. I even hope that all my admired friends can achieve their goals, not only to win over myself, but also to win over this vulgar world.

Isn’t that bold?

He really didn't know whether he could succeed, but Lin Sen was confident.

Of course, his confidence stemmed from the direction he had traveled back in time. Returning to the past generation of a parallel world, he had acquired the ability to judge people beyond his time.

History doesn't lie. Lin Sen wasn't a man of great power, but he felt confident that he could control the times and guide those around him on how to fight back against fate.

"So, since you're boasting so much, can you really help me come up with a financial plan to fight back against my own fate of living off my savings?"

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

In front of a newly opened shopping mall near the old rental house, Sasagawa Rio rolled her eyes.

But he lowered his head from time to time, frowning impatiently.

The reason for this expression was the bulging plastic bags that Ms. Flamingo was holding on both sides.

"So don't refuse my help, why bother?"

"Always relying on the unreliable guy will only make you a loser. I'd rather cultivate my self-reliance."

"But it looks really heavy. It feels like it would make me sweat just handling it."

"Is it possible that this judgment is made because Mr. Weakling's muscles are as developed as mine?"

"Okay, okay, personal attack, huh?"

"Anyway," Sasagawa Rio gritted her teeth, "it's okay, let's go faster."

So under Lin Sen's gaze, the woman held her breath, lowered her head, and made a gesture to rush forward.

Then, the next second.

"Snapped."

In stark contrast to Sasagawa Rimei's successful display of strength, there was a plastic bag that couldn't even bear a mere 100 million points of weight.

So the tomatoes, potatoes and green peppers rolled into a ball, took shelter on the road one by one, fed the wheels of a passing truck, and then turned around to go to another world to team up and defeat the demon king.

The story of the Potato Warrior, the Tomato Warrior and the Green Pepper Wizard is about to begin——

Only two people were left standing there stupidly, looking at the mess of paste on the dirty road.

silence.

"Well, I mean," Sasagawa Rio hung the tattered plastic bag on her left side, then freed her right hand and pinched her chin with her index thumb, which had been red and bloodshot from being squeezed. "It's gotten lighter now, so I can carry it easily."

"You're quite optimistic."

I ran to buy more food in frustration and adjusted the amount of ingredients to the correct amount.

Flamingo still insisted on taking it himself.

“Sometimes pushing independence too hard can be detrimental.”

"I just don't want passersby to misunderstand that we have any special relationship."

"But when you participated in the lottery just now, what name did you register?"

"Kobayashi Rie," Sasagawa Rie said calmly and confidently, "A name is just a code name. Besides, even if you have the same last name, it doesn't necessarily mean you're a close relationship."

"I have finished explaining probability to you."

We went home chatting as usual.

Putting on her chef's apron, Sasagawa Rimei clumsily cut the potatoes into incredibly thin slices of three centimeters on the chopping board as instructed. She then wiped the sweat off her face with the back of her hand, put down the knife, stood at the kitchen door, and looked at the young man in the living room.

When I was choosing the house, I benefited from someone's good eyesight, and this room has great lighting.

So when the midday sun was at its brightest, the side of the face writing the words unexpectedly shone with colorful flashes.

The woman subconsciously put her hands on the refrigerator and sighed with some relief.

But he quickly came to his senses and widened his already half-closed eyes.

"Strange, reassuring feeling."

He shook his head, immediately dispelling the emotion, and then put on a somewhat disgusted expression again.

Really.

Maybe it's because I've been living alone for too long. With no one in the house and only books to keep me company in my spare time, I've started to have some emotional issues.

That is why when any creature of the same kind appears in the home, people are instinctively seized by their latent social needs.

That must be it, that's right.

After reaching a conclusion, he glanced at the figure at the dining table again.

He has already propped up his chin, tilted his head back, raised his pupils, and twirled a pen, probably thinking about something.

Ok.

But, this person, it seems, maybe, is indeed a little special.

If one had not read it, and been deceived by the simple and gentle writing style, one would probably have imagined the image of a polite and modest gentleman, and at the same time, a strong personality that was not defeated by fate.

But after getting to know him, I saw a huge interpretation of the contrast. He was a deadpan comedian who was always playing pranks, and spent his days studying how to deliver hilarious lines in a serious manner.

Sometimes before bedtime, she would be confused and curious. Which one was the real Mr. Itsuki?

He should have considered it carefully, but suddenly he thought of something and the corners of his mouth turned down again.