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Chapter 1 Competition

1. Competition

Ai Fukuhara didn't realize the seriousness of the problem when she went to the game with her bag on her back.

Although he didn't have the mentality of winning against the world's No. [-], even the coach said, just do your best.

Ai Fukuhara, a porcelain doll, is not tall, carrying a bag that is almost bigger than her, and has a childish look on her round face.Eating a biscuit and passing by the corridor, I happened to bump into today's opponent Zhang Yining.

Zhang Yining was dressed in casual sportswear, with a backpack on one shoulder. She was tall and thin, fair and clean, with short hair and a calm expression. She passed Ai Fukuhara without looking sideways.

Ai Fukuhara maintained a posture of saying hello, holding a small biscuit in the other hand, and turned her head to look at Zhang Yining's back with some depression.

The coach following Zhang Yining suddenly saw Fukuhara Ai, so he grabbed Zhang Yining's arm and said, "Ning Ning, this is Xiao Ai, please say hello."

Zhang Yining was pulled over obediently, one head taller than the porcelain doll holding the biscuit.

The porcelain doll looked up at her, squinted her eyes and stretched out her hand with a smile: "Hello, my name is Ai Fukuhara. Please give me your advice."

Zhang Yining smiled coldly, although he was not enthusiastic, he was also very polite.She took Fukuhara Ai's hand back and said, "Hi, I'm Zhang Yining. I didn't see it just now, sorry."

"Well, it's okay."

Ai Fukuhara looked at her for a moment and then looked away. After letting go, he immediately took out many small biscuits from his pocket and handed them over: "Come and eat the small biscuits, they are delicious."

Zhang Yining has never liked these sweet and greasy things, so she hesitated subconsciously, but was preempted by the coach at the side.

"Thank you, Xiao Ai." The coach held the biscuit, tore open the package and ate one.

On the way to the arena, the coach followed behind Zhang Yining, and there was always the sound of rustling and tearing the package from time to time.

When there were only two left in the coach's hands, Zhang Yining finally couldn't help turning around and asking him, "Is it delicious?"

The coach's cheeks were bulging. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yining turned around suddenly. He swallowed a mouthful, and with a sense of crisis, he quietly put the remaining two in his pocket, pretending to be calm: "It's not delicious."

"Give me one."

He covered his pockets: "No more."

"I see there are more."

"...You read it wrong."

Zhang Yining stretched out his hand and said that he must take it out.

The coach finally sighed, took out a small biscuit and handed it to her, a little strange: "You girl, don't you like sweets?"

"...It mainly depends on how delicious your food is."

He always pampered the child he raised with all his heart, watching Zhang Yining eat the little biscuits that she would never touch with a blank expression, as if thinking of something, he told her: "Eat people with soft mouths. When you can play, be gentle with the little girl."

Zhang Yining lowered his head and did not answer, still looking cold.

The coach had to give her the only one left, and turned over his pocket to prove his innocence: "It's really the last one."

Zhang Yining took the biscuit before turning around and continuing to walk.

"Do you remember what I just told you?"

"understood."

Ai Fukuhara was overshadowed by the side he met between games.

Seeing the calm appearance of the opponent in the arena now, and thinking of the myth of this man's invincibility in the past, I feel a little guilty in my heart.

But behind it is the trust given to him by his own country. No matter how much pressure he bears, he can only bite the bullet.

There was a bit of hustle and bustle on the field. When they got close to each other to check the tempo, she lowered her head, as if she could feel Zhang Yining's overwhelming aura.

After the two checked, they exchanged beats. Ai Fukuhara moved a little closer to her, and heard the person on the opposite side whisper: "The biscuits are delicious."

She froze for a moment.

"come on."

Looking up again, Zhang Yining had already walked away, Fukuhara Ai squeezed the beat, and secretly gave herself a breath, bouncing and warming her lower body, and stood in her place.

This is the first time the two have played against each other.

Ai Fukuhara is a top table tennis player in Japan, and she has already won many honors for the country at a young age.

But now she is standing opposite Zhang Yining, who is ranked No. [-] in the world, and her odds of winning are less than [-]%.

Sure enough, after the first ball was hit, she gradually realized that Zhang Yining's offense and defense were flawless. He could catch any kind of tricky ball, but he had no expression on his face.

She is indifferent and doesn't seem to care about winning or losing.When catching the ball, there are few big moves, and the serve can be regarded as conservative. It is obviously to observe and test the strength of the opponent.

Ai Fukuhara occasionally met Zhang Yining's eyes, and would be amazed at the unshakable rationality and chill in her eyes.

She didn't dare to look her in the eyes anymore.

In the panic, he began to make frequent mistakes.

The score gradually pulled to eight to zero.

Ai Fukuhara constantly adjusted her strategy and mentality, taking deep breaths time after time to prepare.

Zhang Yining flicked the ball twice on the spot, and he has already felt the strength of Ai Fukuhara to a good degree.She glanced at Ai Fukuhara, who was nervous but still very cute, and took care of her opponent's emotions, so she couldn't shave her head.

She looked at the racket in her hand, thought for a moment, and then gently pressed the racket to the ground and knocked the ball to the ground.

The audience was in an uproar, and Ai Fukuhara was also stunned for a moment.

Handing over the ball this time inevitably made Ai Fukuhara even more stressed. In front of this person, she was so bad that she needed to give up the ball.

Ai Fukuhara looked at Zhang Yining with round eyes, she forced a smile, but her eyes seemed to be about to shed tears in the next moment.

Zhang Yining panicked at the sight, but Ai Fukuhara was already ready to serve again.

In the first three games, Zhang Yining opened the score without much effort, not even a lot of effort, not even sweat on his face.

During the intermission, the coach was very relieved of Zhang Yining's game. After a few words of guidance, he emphasized: "Be gentle with the little girl, don't make me cry."

Zhang Yining didn't have much confidence in Ai Fukuhara's current skills in her heart, but she obediently said yes.

In the next game, Zhang Yining was obviously much gentler.It can be called teaching and fed a few balls patiently. Now Ai Fukuhara fully adjusted herself and hit several beautiful balls to win a game.

The total score is now three to one.

Ai Fukuhara knew in her heart that she won this time because Zhang Yining gave her a chance to win. Maybe the defeat was already settled, but it sounded much better than four to zero.

In the fifth game, Ai Fukuhara continued to maintain her playing level. This time, Zhang Yining did not patiently induce her, and made a few more big moves to express her dedication to the game. Although Ai Fukuhara tried her best to score, she was still snapped by Zhang Yining. Scored eleven points.

Lost one to four.

Zhang Yining came over to shake hands with her, and whispered, "Not bad."

She lowered her head and still didn't dare to look at her, so she replied thank you.

Porcelain doll Xiao Ai is a crybaby. After the high pressure of this competition, Xiao Ai gritted her teeth and survived the media interview after enduring the whole game. She hid in the rest area and cried quietly.

Zhang Yining happened to be resting here too.

She dozed off in a chair with her jacket on and headphones on.

The room was dimly lit, and Fukuhara Ai didn't notice her.As soon as he closed the door, he sat on the chair next to Zhang Yining to contemplate for a while, and couldn't help sobbing.

Zhang Yining opened her eyes lazily, seeing the girl in front of her crying louder and sadder, with a vague aura of being unstoppable.Originally with a bit of a joking mind, I gradually became a little bit at a loss.

She straightened up, her brows were slightly drawn.

"do not Cry……"

Ai Fukuhara was startled by her sudden utterance, and suddenly raised her head to look at her: "Ning...Ning sister"

Wet tears hung on the white and soft face of the porcelain doll, with big round eyes, and a faint light from the rest room shone through her.It looks so fragile that it is pitiful.

Half of Zhang Yining's face was hidden in the darkness, and the short hair on her forehead hung down in front of her eyes, and she brushed it away with her hand.

Zhang Yining on the court was calm and indifferent, as if no matter what kind of opponent she could catch her eyes, it was not enough to make her have the slightest emotional ups and downs.Her hands are very similar to this person, slender and fair, but when holding the racket, there is an endless sense of strength.

Ai Fukuhara didn't dare to look her in the eyes, but now she was attracted by her hand, and immediately forgot to cry.

Zhang Yining looked at her staring at her hand, looking like she was on the verge of weeping, thinking that her attack was too ruthless, which greatly hurt the little girl's self-esteem.

She was a little depressed. Reasonably speaking, she really hadn't used even five points of her strength, so she really left some leeway.

But out of caring for this cute porcelain doll, he comforted her: "You really performed really well today, and you will have more opportunities after you practice a lot."

Ai Fukuhara still looked at those hands and felt that she liked them very much.

The porcelain doll is a hand control.

She raised her head and glanced at Zhang Yining, then quickly looked away, and asked in a low voice, "If I practice for another seven years, can I approach Ning Jie's level?"

Zhang Yining thought for a moment, looked at the top of the little girl's round head, and said, "Try it and you'll know."

"Do your best and wait for the result."

Just as she finished speaking, she heard someone calling her. She looked at the time and stood up, putting her hands in her pockets.When approaching, he reached out and patted Ai Fukuhara on the shoulder, and went out the door without looking back.

Ai Fukuhara looked at the tall and thin man's back disappearing behind the door, thinking that this man is so slender, obviously a real girl, but she couldn't find a word more suitable for her than "youth".

When she appeared, it seemed that even the surrounding air had a bit of fresh air.

Thinking of this, and remembering the hands that just patted her shoulders, Cihua couldn't help blushing, throwing away all the unfinished tears just now.

Work hard, one day, you will catch up with her.

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