[National Table Tennis] Ping pong pong, dream collection

Since that rainy day last time, you finally know who he is.

The most ferocious tiger in the empire, Zhang Jike.

You regret in your heart, how did you offend such a powerful person.

You are absent-minded in the classroom, and finally wait until after school in the afternoon, but you are hesitating whether to go to the training ground for training.

You kicked and tapped all the way to the bus stop where you met on a rainy day.

You sighed, took out your phone and pressed the message, ready to send a message to Director Liu Guoliang to ask for leave.

Just as I clicked on the keyboard, an unknown number called in.

You are skeptical, but accept it anyway.

"Hello? Who?" you ask.

"Little Moon?" A pleasant male voice came from over there.

You trembled all over, almost throwing the phone out.Could this voice be Zhang Jike?

You don't believe it, how did he know your phone number: "Brother Jike?"

"Hmm." The person opposite replied.

Really guessed.

You were flustered and asked carefully, "Is there something wrong?"

"Aren't you coming to practice today? You're late," he said.

You tell the truth: "Well... I want to take a leave of absence."

There was no speaking on the phone for a few seconds, and a voice came from behind: "Have you caught a cold?"

"It shouldn't be, the raincoat was given to you that day."

"No, it's just that I have too much homework today and I plan to skip it." You hurriedly explained, but felt guilty for lying.

He laughed and said teasingly: "You don't want to see me so you don't come, do you?"

You pursed your lips and didn't dare to speak for a while.

How could this person guess so accurately.

"Director Liu Guoliang asked for leave today, saying that I will take care of you today." She said slowly, "I don't allow leave."

You are suddenly a little confused, why haven't you asked for leave yet?

Come on, this guy just wants to mess with you.

You replied "Got it, let's go now." You put away your phone, sighed, and waited for the bus to go to the training ground.

It doesn't take a few minutes to get on the bus, but you still hesitate to walk to the gate of the training ground.

It's not too late to run now, just explain the situation to the guide when the time comes.

You think so, turn around and prepare to leave.

I didn't expect that this fate would be so unfair, and you would meet Zhang Jike here.

"Where do you want to go, kid?" He asked you as he stood in front of you with great interest.

You looked down at the toes of your shoes, and tightly gripped the strap of your schoolbag with your palms.

Fan Zhendong, who was on the side, was holding egg-filled biscuits and eating Lao Xiang. Seeing you like this, he turned his head and said to him: "This kid is not bad at playing, but his speed is too slow, and he can't adapt to the fast ball. You can teach me later." she."

After hearing this, you thought in your heart that you were about to cry, Brother Xiaodong, didn't you hurt me?

At this time, Fan Zhendong thought you were shy to face Zhang Jike, so you said these nonsensical things.

Fan Zhendong walked past you after finishing speaking, and even touched your head: "Come on."

This is over.

"Go in." Zhang Jike said to you.

You followed him in resignedly.

Before you practiced, you played casually by yourself, and occasionally someone would come to guide your movements. In fact, you are not a professional player at all.

You put away your schoolbag, stand where you are, not daring to go over, and sneak a glance at him.

He took out two pairs of rackets from the cabinet, wiped them with a towel, looked up and saw that you didn't move, and seemed a little impatient: "Come here."

You were really frightened, so you ran over immediately and stood on the other side of the table tennis table.

He threw the racket to you, and said by the way: "You know the basics, right?"

"Almost." You dare not speak too much, you can only choose your words carefully.

He took a ball and made a serve position.

You also know that this is not just for fun, get into the state immediately, and get in the posture to catch the ball.

He raised his eyebrows, thinking that he was doing well.

You didn't expect him to give you a quick serve on the first serve, and you were a little bit evasive, barely letting the ball fly past your hair and hit the baffle behind you.

You looked at him, but he kept looking at you, with the corners of his mouth curled up like he was watching a joke.

You are a little angry, isn't it just that you can't catch one, so that the next one can't catch it.

"Again!" you yelled at him.

He chuckled and said, "Okay, you catch it now."

He regained the ball and sent a curveball.

That's a bit of an advantage for you, you go up and catch it, and you hit it hard, but the next second he hits the ball and it's another fastball.

It's just like Fan Zhendong said, you are not suitable for fastball.

On the opposite side, he sighed: "No way."

You are a little wronged. Didn't this person say he wants to teach? Why do you still look down on me like this.

You put the racket on the table, turn around to get water, and suddenly a hand stretches out beside you, offering a glass of water.

"Drink this." He said with peach blossom eyes.

You don't want to take his water.

He just laughed at you.

In the end, he was afraid of his coercion, so he had no choice but to take the water.

Unexpectedly, this glass is warm water.

"Drinking cold water is not good for a girl's health. You got caught in the rain a few days ago, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it." He picked up the bottle of mineral water beside you and took a big gulp, "Finish it. I'll teach you later You play."

You just finished your last sip and looked at him in disbelief.

He said just now that he wants to teach you how to play basketball. Could it be an auditory hallucination?

"Well, Director Liu really asked you to teach me?" You asked.

He smiled, his beautiful peach eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold face softened instantly.

looks great.you think.

"No, I voluntarily," he said.

You were stunned, and there was an absurd idea in your heart. Volunteering means that he wants to teach you how to play?

Taking advantage of your wild thoughts, he picked up the racket to show off his skills, and knocked on the table with the racket: "Come here."

You run over quickly.

He thrusts the racket into your hand and steps back to stand behind you.

"Call me one first." He said casually.

You exhale, bend slightly into the pose, and deliver a ball.

The speed of the ball across the net is moderate, and the strength is a bit insufficient, and it is easy to be backhanded by the opponent.

You lower your head in disappointment, this ball is not as good as the one you played against him just now.

At this time, the person behind moved, he reached out to hold your hand, and leaned his head slightly to your ear, you could smell the clear fragrance of flowers.

"You have to hit hard. You hit the ball well just now, but you lack strength and skill, otherwise you could hit farther," he said.

You are a little hot, but since he is serious about teaching you, get into the mood immediately.

After going back and forth, you also know the skills, your hands tremble a little when he holds them, and you sweat a little, but the essence has been learned.

You try to serve, and he said again: "Relax, it's just the two of us here."

I really don't want to open which pot to lift which pot, and the image of being in the locker room immediately flashed in my mind.

You quickly shook your head, relaxed your body, exhaled, and hit the ball in your hand.

The ball was thrown in an arc, but the speed was significantly faster than before, and it hit the opposite baffle.

You were so happy, you dropped your racket and jumped in front of him: "I succeeded! Did you see Brother Jike?"

He looked at you and smiled, and reached out to touch your head: "I see, it's great."

His smile against the light, swaying in your heart.