People in Tokyo, the world is clear

“Sex, gender???!!!”

......

A few minutes later.

"Gender, female?!!!"

The same roar echoed in the arena.

The coach, who had a gloomy face just now, now had a look of loss of composure on his face.

He made the same exclamation as Lin Sen just now.

Because of this.

All the youth team members who were still training in the stadium also stopped and looked over here. Their eyes were focused on a high school student who was standing half-hidden behind the young man. He also had a confused look on his face, not knowing why everyone was reacting like this.

In an instant, the only sound in the stadium was the clatter of ping-pong balls hitting the ground, like the light rain before a sudden storm, playing a crackling prelude.

Perhaps having never experienced such a level of attention before, Yuzuru Niwa was a little afraid and subconsciously hid behind the young man who was following him.

It’s a pity that the senior in front of her seemed to be behaving abnormally at this moment.

It seemed as if he had not yet recovered from the shock, but he still suppressed his emotions and tried to deal with the current situation.

"Sorry. I think I made a mistake. Well, I heard Coach Ogimura mentioned that the club has a women's table tennis division. Is that in Tokyo?"

"...Wait me a moment."

The coach in front of him changed his expression several times.

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Finally, he stopped at Zhengzhong, glanced at Lin Sen, and rushed out the door.

After a while, he came back with a piece of white paper, held it with both hands and handed it to Lin Sen.

"The paper contains the branch's address and some words from me. Please bring your child there as soon as possible to join the youth training."

"clear."

This time, there was no mention of any assessment, trial, or elimination.

Because everyone in the table tennis circle is deeply aware of this.

Due to the inherent differences in physical fitness, the intensity of confrontation that female table tennis players can withstand is definitely far inferior to that of male athletes.

Generally speaking, when they are in relatively similar age groups, even main-level female athletes will find it difficult to compete with substitute-level male players in the same-level team.

So, there is a problem.

If a young female table tennis player, without systematic training, can compete against the best male players of the same age group, and even when both sides give their all, they can win and lose, and even win some small points in a more spectacular way...

So, what would happen if we put it back into the evaluation system for female athletes?

Lin Sen didn't dare to think about it.

It even seems that even a professional coach dare not think about it.

He could only pat Lin Sen on the shoulder to show his seriousness about the matter.

"Anyway, please hurry up."

Lin Sen almost ran out of the club base gate with the child.

Still feeling a little dazed.

He immediately turned around dizzily, the lingering fear that he had just suppressed welling up in his heart.

Just staring at Yuzuru Niwa made his body a little stiff.

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"...You're a girl?"

"Yes."

Although I don't know what happened, I seem to be a little afraid of the reaction of my senior.

The skinny and weak high school student lowered his head, looking like he had done something wrong.

But immediately, he was startled by the action of the young man in front of him.

"Clap."

She, a girl named Yuzuru Niwa, saw her senior kneeling on one knee, lowering his head, and supporting the ground with one hand.

For the first time, he used an unprecedented serious tone.

"Please accept my apology. I am guilty."

“Eh, eh?”

Yuzuru Niwa was startled.

But he heard the subsequent speech in a steady and solemn manner.

"He was molesting underage high school girls, including but not limited to putting his arm around their shoulders, rubbing their heads, touching their wrists and palms, patting their backs and waists, and even nearly touching their buttocks. I was so disgusted that I wanted to slap myself and end it immediately."

“No, no, no…”

The high school girl quickly waved her hands. "Yes, it's my fault... I never told Kobayashi-senpai, thinking you knew... And, no, isn't sixteen considered an adult? I'm already seventeen."

and...

As Lin Sen raised his head again, the high school student blushed again, lowered his head, and whispered softly:

"Besides, it's okay. I don't hate it. Kobayashi-senpai treated me like this."

In the past, if he heard this tone of voice, Lin Sen would have patted the child on the back nonchalantly, secretly complaining about his effeminate voice that did not match his appearance.

Even rubbed her head subconsciously.

But at this moment, he dared not move at all, and felt numb all over.

It's all numb.

To the point that I could hardly stand when I stood up.

Finally, I had to cover my face.

"What have I been doing all this time... It's so perverted."

But after the terror, the reality seemed to be completely different.

I thought this kid was just a table tennis player with some potential and talent, but he missed out on early development and training. Perhaps, with his more intelligent playing style, he could make some achievements in the men's table tennis professional arena.

But now, having discovered that something was wrong...

Where did this freak of talent come from? This uninitiated girl, with no formal training at all, could actually compete against Coach Ogimura's male college player, whose skills and combat abilities had already peaked and were essentially set due to his age, and whose level was roughly second-tier in the country?

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Moreover, from being badly beaten in the beginning, to being able to score small points, and then to being able to come back and forth and gradually approach victory?

If this...

Lin Sen didn't think much about it.

All the shock finally turned into the speed of rushing on the road, and we went to the base of the women's youth training team without stopping.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with the coach in charge of the women's team, he struck a pose reminiscent of a certain Pamuni girl from the end of the first episode of Cyber ​​Circus, watching the high school girl named Niwa Yuzuru pick up her racket. He also bowed slightly, somewhat uncomfortably, to the fourteen-year-old girl in front of him, who was jumping around eagerly.

"Well, please give me some advice."

Chapter 84: Thousands of Words and One Word

In the table tennis hall, nine o'clock in the morning.

The fourteen-year-old girl still had a bit of baby fat on her face and wore a short ponytail at the back of her head.

A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and chubby face due to the stickiness of sweat, and looked like they needed to be tidied up and wiped with a towel.

But it seems that their owners have no intention of paying attention to such details at all.

because--

"Clap."

This is the sound of the racket falling off the table.

The girl squatted down on the ground as if she had lost all her strength, not even paying attention to the spinning white ball behind her.

I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of frustration and grievance. Worse still, there seemed to be no one to vent to.

I can only blame myself for not being as skilled as others.

As a result, the little girl couldn't even maintain her squatting position, and sat down on the ground like a duck, trying hard to suppress her sobs while wiping her eyes with the back of her hand that still had the unique smell of glue from a ping-pong racket.

In an instant, sweat and tears mixed together, turning his face into a clown.

Twenty-one to zero...

When the child thought about the score, his eyes became sore.

This is the first time in my life that I have felt such a hopeless failure.

Although she is not a genius girl.

But when he was young, he was considered a child prodigy who was well-known among his neighbors in the village.

At the age of six, he was selected to represent Saitama Prefecture in table tennis and achieved a good result of reaching the quarterfinals in the under-8 category.

At the age of eight, he went one step further and reached the semi-finals of the National Table Tennis Championships Children's Division, where he lost to the champion of that season.

Although he moved to two or three youth training clubs due to unsatisfactory physical development and slowed progress, he finally won the olive branch offered by his current club through competition.

However, after two years of steady improvement, he is now among the top players in the youth training team and has achieved some success. He is working hard to register as a professional player.

Absolutely, absolutely, I consider myself a very talented player!

In my entire table tennis career, I have never, never been shut out by anyone!

Even if the opponent is older than me, but——

In the past, even when senior members of the club's senior team came to exchange ideas and ask for advice, they never brought this feeling.

In the early stages, the attack was concise, fierce, and aggressive. The intensity of the first three boards was incredible and there was no mercy at all.

In the later stage, with cunning and patience, every board in the stalemate is like a dormant period before the next counterattack.

more importantly...

I can't predict the spin at all! From the serve on, it's like every move is a feint, with the ball spinning in a direction completely opposite to what I'd normally predict.

Later on, even reaching out to take the photo became a nerve-wracking thing.

It even triggered a strange stress response - it felt like, in front of this short-haired senior, I was back to when I was a few years old and first learned table tennis, and the ball would jump to strange places when I reached out to catch it.

There was no chance. He was beaten like a three-year-old, unable to even hold the racket.

The little girl, whose career had only minor ups and downs and had been smooth sailing most of the time, had never suffered such a big defeat.

For a moment, I was overwhelmed by emotions, the scenes in front of me and the sounds in my ears became blurred, I just felt sour in my heart, and wanted to cry to vent this frustration.

Even the stunned coach behind him came back to his senses in shock.

"I've never seen Chiyo lose like this before..."

The thin man, who was about forty years old, muttered something, but quickly reacted and waved to the teaching assistant who had already rushed over.

"Sato-san, please."

"Yes!"

Assistant coach Ms. Sato, who was in her thirties, hurried forward and, together with other team members, surrounded the choking Xiao Chiyo and handed her a towel and a water bottle.

Only the short-haired high school student standing in a daze at the opposite table was left standing there, holding the racket in his hand, with a look of helplessness on his face.

He vaguely realized that he seemed a little out of place, so he lowered his head and quickly found Lin Sen.

"Xiao Lin-senpai, I... messed up?"

"Uh."

It seems, indeed, that some of them are too ruthless.