[National Table Tennis] Ping pong pong, dream collection

Ma Long said he was teaching you how to play, but when he arrived at the training ground, he was called away by Coach Qin.

Because you don't have any basics to play, you can only eat buns and drink soy milk to watch players from other venues play.

Looking around, you see a boy.

He seems to be particularly good at pulling the midfield, and the ball is accurate.Obviously, the players facing each other are a little exhausted.

The boy suddenly smiled, and immediately ran forward to shorten the distance of the ball, catching the opponent by surprise.

You stare blankly, with a mouthful of steamed stuffed bun in your mouth.

At this time, you heard the player who was playing against the boy yell: "Stop playing, stop playing, I'm exhausted, Boa, your ball can really kill people."

The boy named Boa constrictor dropped his racket on the table, sat down on the ground and stretched.

"No way, who told me that this hand is so creative." The boy smiled.

"Come on, don't worry about it. Hey, Coach Qin asked the Dragon team to go for so long, is there something wrong?" The player took a sip of water.

The boy propped his hands on the ground and looked towards the ceiling. You can clearly see his face is sharp and angular under the cold white light, there is still some fine sweat on his forehead, and his eyes are full of dazzling light.

As if he had a feeling, the boy suddenly turned his head to you, and those eyes stared at you.

You hastily swallowed the bun in your mouth, and pretended to take a sip of soy milk.

This person has the same temperament as Malone, but he is a little more lazy.

The boy hooked his lips, stood up and walked towards you.

"Hi, kid," said the boy.

You pretended not to hear, and kept sucking on soy milk.

The boy smiled lightly: "keep staring at me, why, don't let me look back?"

"I didn't look at you, don't be sentimental!" You said hastily.

The boy stood in front of you, looking down at you, just as he blocked the light, his face was not as sharp as before.

"Do you know my name?" the boy asked.

Only later did you know that this undisciplined and miraculous boy is called Xu Xin.

He is the only left-handed shooter, the one who works miracles with his left hand.

Since the awkward meeting last time, you are all a little familiar when you come to the training ground.

When Xu Xin was training, he was out of shape. He would run up to you and do a few tricks while playing, usually making you blush.

At the end of the training, Xu Xin directly threw the sweat towel on your head. Although it didn't smell like sweat as expected, it still smelled like grass.

The same goes for Ma Long, don't table tennis players smell like sweat?

"Little ghost, what are you doing here today? I usually see you playing golf or something when you come here. Why, come to see a handsome guy today?" Xu Xin threw a bottle of AD Calcium for you.

You folded his towel and put it aside, and picked up the milk a little angrily: "What's your business? Also, I have a name, don't call me a brat."

Xu Xin took a sip of water, and almost didn't spit out when he heard your words: "You said you have a name? Moon? You are only 16, not a brat, you are 19 this year."

"Your name is Big Python." You are not to be outdone.

"Brother Xin."

"No. I'll call you Big Python, unless you don't call me kid."

Xu Xin laughed angrily: "Smelly brat, are you still negotiating terms with me? I won't let you down."

You looked at him suspiciously, a little bewildered.

This is not angry, is it?

Usually when you come to the training ground and meet Ma Long's seniors or juniors, you always call him brother, but when you come to Xu Xin's place, you call him Big Mang.

Could it be...jealous?You think absurdly.

how can that be possible.He just said that it's not bad, brother.

You lowered your head and continued to drink AD calcium, Xu Xin watched you for a long time.

What is this girl thinking, she follows Ma Long every day and calls Brother Long, brother Long, why is she not happy to call herself brother?It doesn't matter if she is called Ma Long, isn't she also called brother by others?

The more Xu Xin thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved. The gap between the National Table Tennis Team was also so big.

He subconsciously squeezed the mineral water bottle tightly, making a loud noise.

You startled and choked on a mouthful of milk.

Xu Xin quickly reached out to help you calm down, and said duplicity: "Why are you so stupid, you choke on drinking milk."

After finally slowing down, you glared at him: "Why are you pinching the water bottle all of a sudden?"

Xu Xin turned her head away, a little embarrassed to speak.

You have a guess, isn't it really because you didn't make his brother angry?

You froze for a moment, then said cautiously: "Brother Xu Xin?"

Xu Xin's body was slightly stiff, and he turned his head around, those eyes seemed to want to see through your soul.

"Little ghost, what did you call me?" Xu Xin confirmed again.

"Xu Xin... Brother, you don't like me calling you that?" You swallowed.

Xu Xin laughed suddenly, and rubbed your head with your smooth hands, messing up your hair.

"What are you doing?" You tore his hand off.

"Little moon."

You froze, this is the first time he called your name.

"Brother Xin is very happy."