The top table tennis team

Chapter 104 Crying Big Head

Chu Guoan was extremely happy to see Sun Shasha's outspoken and heroic appearance. This was also the reason why he liked this child so much as soon as he saw her.

Quirky, lively and cute, not at all pretentious.

"Okay, grandpa will tell you the embarrassing story of this brat right now," Chu Guoan smiled, supporting his crutch with one hand and pointing at Chu Shaoqin with the other hand as he told the story.

At this moment, Chu Shaoqin's face looked extremely ugly. He closed his eyes and opened them again, took a deep breath, found a place to sit away from the two of them, and poked the sofa with his hand alone.

He couldn't control Chu Guoan, and it was useless even if Sun Shasha controlled him. Chu Shaoqin, who had always been a prominent figure in the outside world, was now like a punching bag, alone and confused in the wind.

"This rascal was weak and sickly when he was young. Considering his health, his mother signed him up for table tennis among many sports."

As Mr. Chu narrates, a forgotten story resurfaces.

Chu Shaoqin showed amazing talent in table tennis from the first day he started playing the sport.

While many kids older than him were still practicing how to swing the racket, he was already able to play several rounds with his coach.

At that time, he had not yet joined the national team, but was in a provincial team in Beijing. He had some talent and everyone knew that he was the grandson of General Chu, so basically no one dared to mess with him in that place.

Over time, Chu Shaoqin, who had only practiced table tennis for a year, felt good about himself and his confidence increased several levels. Every time everyone in the provincial team played with him, they either pretended that they couldn't receive the ball or let him serve and score.

Chu Guoan taught him many times to be modest and cautious, but Chu Shaoqin, who was young, had a big head and a look of disdain.

"Grandpa, my current ability is more than enough to enter the national team. Table tennis is so simple that I can just practice casually."

After talking to Chu Guoan, young Chu Shaoqin threw away his table tennis rackets and went out to play shooting games.

Country Z has never lacked talented table tennis players. Although Chu Guoan had not received much education, he still understood the truth that talent will eventually run out.

Amid everyone's worries, a turning point occurred.

At that time, the three musketeers of China's table tennis team dominated the world table tennis arena.

Zhang Ji, who won many championships, was demoted by the national team to prepare for the selection of players for the national second team.

When he arrived at the provincial team, he saw a big-headed kid holding a racket with a proud look on his face, looking disdainfully at the top seed of the provincial team.

"Tsk, that's all you're capable of. If I'd known that table tennis in our country is so crappy, I wouldn't have learned it."

The crowd watching were all flattering the child, saying that Master Qin was mighty and that Master Qin was awesome.

The losing child looked aggrieved and said, "I don't allow you to slander the Chinese table tennis team like this. Our country is the best." The child was a few years older than Chu Shaoqin, but he still had baby fat.

There was a hint of unwillingness on Naihuhu's face, but in fact it was not that he could not beat Chu Shaoqin.

It was because the coach next to him kept telling him at the beginning that the kid he was playing against had a very powerful family background, and asked him to try to let his opponent score as many points as possible.

He lost the game because of carelessness. Who would have thought that the kid on the other side would be so unreasonable? It was also his fault for being careless.

"Come on, come on. I haven't seen many powerful people since I came to this place." Chu Shaoqin put his hands on his hips, showing his arrogance to the fullest.

"Brother Zhang, this kid really deserves a beating," the athlete who came with Zhang Ji couldn't stand such a rich boy and started to speak up for him in Zhang Ji's ear.

"Is there anyone who wants to play table tennis with me? If not, I'm going to quit this table tennis team today."

This is Chu Shaoqin's main purpose today. He wants to quit the team. He does boring things every day and hangs out with a bunch of stupid people, wasting his time.

His grandfather agreed with his decision, but with one condition: he had to beat everyone he knew in the team. If he beat everyone, then he would be allowed to quit the team.

Tsk, the old guy is such a trouble. He has always been number one, how could he not be able to beat this group of 'trash'.

Zhang Ji is also an arrogant person, but the first one who is even more arrogant than him is Chu Shaoqin. He watched the game just now and found that there was indeed an element of concession in the first few balls.

But in the end, the kid with the big head had the upper hand. I'm afraid that even if he didn't give up those balls, the big-headed kid would still win.

Looking at his face that looked like it was about to rise to the sky, Zhang Ji felt that he had to teach this kid a lesson today.

"I'm here," Zhang Ji's voice came out from the crowd. Some people recognized him and made way for him, whispering privately, "Oh my God, it's Zhang Ji."

Zhang Ji's arrival made all the team members excited, many of them were his fans, and looking at their expressions, they were almost screaming.

"Who are you".

Chu Shaoqin has been playing table tennis for more than a year. Apart from communicating with the coach within the team, he is basically taken back to the Chu residence for elite education. He really knows nothing about the current popular players.

Ignoring Chu Shaoqin's questions, Zhang Ji borrowed a racket and said, "Let's play 7 games. If you win any game, I lose."

His tone was even more arrogant than Chu Shaoqin's just now, "Ha, what a joke, I will lose to you."

Zhang Ji did not speak, but used his strength to prove what it meant to crush others with strength.

It was also on that day that Chu Shaoqin realized that talent was worthless in the face of hard work. Not to mention winning a single game, he didn't even win a single ball in the entire match.

Pride and self-esteem were shattered.

As the last ball landed, looking at Chu Shaoqin lying on the ground, Zhang Ji uttered a few words in a proud voice, "You lose."

He dropped his racket and disappeared into the crowd.

Looking at Zhang Ji's receding back, Chu Shaoqin's years of pride were completely ignored. The child was young after all, so he stood up from the ground, dusted himself off, and returned to the Chu residence with a look of despair on his face.

"And then what?" Sun Shasha's eyes lit up when she heard this. She really wanted to know what happened next.

"Grandpa, it's getting late, let's go back and rest."

Chu Shaoqin felt extremely embarrassed when he mentioned this matter and wanted to interrupt to stop it, but the two people were chatting happily and didn't care about his feelings at all.

"Later, after returning home, I hid in the house and cried for a whole week. When I came out, my face was swollen like a pig's head." This was the first time Chu Shaoqin knew that his grandson was actually made of water.

"Also, since then he developed a bad habit of crying. He cries when we win, and he cries when we lose."

After Chu Guoan finished speaking, Sun Shasha couldn't bear to listen any longer. She held her stomach and laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back.

"Hahahaha, it turns out he has such an embarrassing side." Tears rolled down his eyes as he cried with laughter.

“Yes, if you go online now, you might be able to find the video,” Chu Guoan continued to reveal some information about his grandson as he looked at Sun Shasha who was smiling so happily.

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