People in Tokyo, the world is clear

He even had to bend down and reach under the stage to get the ball...wait?

The next moment, the high-speed spinning ball slowly flew in front of him, but the experienced college student suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Which direction?

do not know!

The next second, the spinning ball hit the table and quickly bounced out an antithetical short and curved arc. Under the gaze of the college players who were staring with wide eyes and could hardly react, it fell to the ground with a thud, bouncing hard and shaky.

A point that was sure to be won, unexpectedly—

He was a little down for a while.

But that is not the case for bystanders who see the second half clearly.

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A big girl with short hair beside her cried out in surprise and joy, and a young man rushed to her side, so happy that he could no longer remain calm. He grabbed her wrist, lifted it up, and waved it together.

"xu~xin!"

Lin Sen was indeed a little out of control, to the point that he subconsciously shouted out the favorite catchphrase of a famous table tennis commentator in later generations.

It's impossible not to be so excited.

Actively retreat from the table, take a big step to receive the ball and hold off, then quietly add a spin at the bottom of the table!

In later generations, the unique skills of a player known as the People's Artist of Table Tennis!

Surprisingly, in this ancient era of small balls, it unexpectedly reappeared in such a child!

Truly, amazing creativity!

After finally calming down, I realized that I had subconsciously found someone to celebrate with.

Glancing to her side, the girl blushed slightly, staring at her tightly held wrist.

But she seemed not to care anymore. She stared at him, resonating with his joy and smiling at him faintly.

Sharing joy is probably a kind of happiness that is worth enjoying.

But right now, there is something more important.

Lin Sen slowly lowered the girl's raised hand and gently let go.

Looking at a table tennis coach walking towards him.

After witnessing the performance in the second half of the previous game with Lin Sen, there was also a slight shock on his face.

But he quickly adjusted himself and gave Lin Sen an expression of sudden enlightenment.

Then he glanced sideways at a certain high school student who was sitting on the ground taking a break due to exhaustion from the previous game.

He turned around again, with a smile on his face that showed he knew everything but kept it to himself.

"Hey, Kobayashi-san. No wonder you spent so much time discussing this lengthy theory of 'odd' and 'normal' with me. So, you were waiting for me here?"

Chapter 83...Is this a girl?

Today, Lin Sen got up very early, much earlier than usual.

Outside the window, the gray sky hadn't yet bid farewell to the early morning. The sun, hidden below the horizon, had just barely cast a light, undertone on the vast canvas of the sky.

When I opened the door, a sudden gust of stiff air blew in my face, blowing into my only single layer of clothing.

I almost shivered, so I reached out and took a plaid shirt from the hanger and put it on.

It was unexpected, probably the last cold wave with a damp and cool feeling before summer.

The cycle of seasons is like the ups and downs of life. The predetermined future direction may be the unchangeable underlying tone, but there are always playful notes that create twists and turns.

Perhaps nothing can be changed in your entire life, or perhaps the path to salvation lies within.

Lin Sen was very glad that he was involved in this turning point.

Take a stroll in the warm morning, bypass the bustling commercial streets, pass through the winding alleys, and go to a dilapidated building hidden in the thriving city.

A frail child sat on the stone edge of the flower bed beside the iron gate, his head bowed and his lips pursed, struggling over the science book spread across his lap.

Next to it was an old backpack filled with table tennis supplies and books.

Scribbling with a pencil on the old paper covered with scraps of black marks, the high school student paused for a long time before finally coming up with an answer he couldn't tell whether was right or wrong.

It was difficult to check myself, so I had to write down the questions in the book first, and then use an eraser to erase the notes on the reused draft paper.

The moment he came back to his senses from his thoughts, Yuzuru Niwa discovered that the wind around him seemed to be blocked, and there was a faint temperature.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure sitting and waiting beside him.

The child immediately stuffed the stationery and papers into the book, and stood up holding it.

"Senior Kobayashi."

"Had breakfast?"

"Yes. I asked the dean to leave some food for me last night. I heated it up and ate it this morning."

In Lin Sen's impression, Xiao Niwa's academic performance was not very good, especially in mathematics.

Children always have their likes and dislikes, and their strengths and weaknesses. Some people are naturally drowsy and dizzy with numbers and geometric shapes, and over time, even trying to think hard about the problem becomes a pain.

The children themselves may not be sure about this, but responsible teachers can see it.

1. The old man is so handsome

The homeroom teacher, Ms. Tachibana Hoshiko, once privately and somewhat tactfully commented on Niwa Yuzuru's learning talent to Lin Sen:

[Although I've tried my best, I'm probably not very competitive. I'm above average in the arts, but I probably won't meet the standards of a good university. As for science...]

There is no need to say more.

This is also the reason why Mr. Tachibana hopes that Niwa will try the direction of sports special recruitment.

After all, if the bonus points for sports ability are taken into account, some colleges and universities with sports indicators may relax the cultural requirements and admit students.

The "university diploma" has a lot of weight in the general perception of Japanese people, both now and in the future.

Perhaps it is the stick that pries the gears of fate.

Little Niwa may not be able to see that far, but it seems that the child can get a glimpse of something from the attitudes of Lin Sen and Ms. Tachibana.

There is a conscious awareness of not letting culture hold us back.

Maybe it is not a very good quality, but Lin Sen asked himself that he could not do it at his age.

He could see in this child the ideal image that he had in his mind as a child.

Perhaps, this is also a reason to care about things related to it and lend a helping hand.

He put his arm around the child's shoulders and held him close as Niwa's eyes widened.

Rib against rib.

"If you want to catch up with the tryouts, you can't eat too much. I won't take you to the snack bar today."

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the high school student's face was red, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Weird. I always feel like I'm as shy as a little girl.

Come to think of it, it seems like it's been a while since I've seen this kid get a haircut. Her hair is gradually growing past her earlobes, adding a touch of femininity to her look.

Maybe I could take it and take care of it in a few days, but right now, the most important thing was to rush to a table tennis youth training club in Banqiao District.

It is affiliated with the table tennis brand Butterfly and is well-known in the local table tennis league in Tokyo.

Everything related to this came from a letter of recommendation written by a certain Coach Ogimura a few days ago.

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"Although, I am indeed a little moved by what you said, Xiaolin."

The middle-aged man at that time took Lin Sen to a game hall.

The 1980s in Japan was a period of arcade glory. Arcades even introduced the "Arcade Strip Mahjong" game, a game that tapped into human nature. It became wildly popular, attracting not only young adults but even the most seasoned of middle-aged players.

Although in Lin Sen's opinion, the crude pixel-textured beauties on the old-generation screen that would blind people after looking at them for a long time were really not interesting, it did not prevent the middle-aged coach who brought him here from being enthusiastic about this ultimate low-profile arcade version of Mahjong.

After playing until his eyes were blurry and he was satisfied, he dragged Lin Sen, who was watching, to the pachinko parlor to spend the last of his pocket money.

"Actually, to put it in a broader context, life needs both the odd and the right! In our ordinary lives, we should come to places like this to check our fortunes, don't you agree?"

Gambling is perhaps a natural part of this country. Not only the people, but even the war criminals in charge of the government constantly gamble on the nation's fate.

Lin Sen could only be thankful that the people around him didn't seem to be very interested in this kind of thing.

But anyway, putting aside this hobby, Coach Ogimura is indeed not a difficult person.

After spending all the spare money he had with him, he went to a cheap partner restaurant nearby to have a good meal with Lin Sen, then found a bookstore and drafted a letter of introduction, asking Lin Sen to take little Niwa to participate in youth training.

"Isn't this letter a little too simple?"

"That's all right. Although I'm not a big name, I have a good brother. He's got a small job at the International Table Tennis Federation, and he has a bit of prestige in the industry. Just go with peace of mind."

"Dare to ask..."

"Probably, according to insider information, he will be promoted to the chairman of the League of Nations next year."

"Hiss. So it's that Ogimura? No wonder your name sounds so familiar."

Good guy.

Thanks to Coach Ogimura, the "little-known" twelve-time champion, after arriving at the destination, he was able to smoothly take Niwa to meet the person in charge of the base.

Communication between table tennis players is always simple and direct.

Just pick up an opponent on the court and try it out. After a few shots, although it was difficult, he still relied on the physical advantages brought by his age and even a higher level of technology. It was neither easy nor difficult to defeat this young player who looked a year or two younger.

Although the unprofessional basic skills made the stone-faced head coach frown, he still nodded in recognition of the child's potential, even to save Coach Ogimura's face.

Let’s pick the good ones first:

"I have my own style. I play with a lot of spirit and thought. Have you never had any systematic training?"

"Yes."

Facing Lin Sen's affirmative answer, he nodded, and then continued the conversation with a bad tone:

"Compared to the youth training, he's a bit too old. And for someone in this age range, his physical condition is a bit poor. His basic skills aren't that good either."

"Coach, you're right. I do have disadvantages. However, even though I entered the industry late, I still hope to discover opportunities and potential for improvement."

"I understand. For us, it's very simple. Results speak for themselves. Even if you've gotten in, if you're not strong enough, you still have to accept the principle of the winner takes all."

"I understand that. If it's really hard in the end, we will accept the result of being eliminated."

"How about this, a one-month trial period. Please go to the front desk and fill out the registration form. Then, complete all the paperwork."

"Ok."

He took the hand of little Niwa, who was a little timid in the unfamiliar environment, ran to get the form, handed it to the child, and waited for the information to be filled out bit by bit and then handed back to him.

Just glance over it and check it out.

Name: Yuzuru Niwa.

Age, 17

Gender, Female

Home address, location of orphanage.

Well, no big deal, go hand it to the coach.

The young man, who wasn't paying much attention, pulled the high school student to his feet and prepared to enter the stadium again.

But after taking two steps, he was suddenly stunned and realized something was wrong.

Wait...

Then he lifted the white paper in his hand and opened his eyes wide.

Name, Yuzuru Niwa, yes.

Age, 17, that's right.

but--