[National Table Tennis] Ping pong pong, dream collection

Recently, you feel that your football skills and studies have improved a lot, and you think it is because of the Tibetan Mastiff teaching you last time.

You want to invite him to drink milk tea, so you send him a WeChat message.

You: Brother Jike, do you want milk tea?I invite you.

After a few minutes.

Wolf:?I don't drink this stuff.

you:……

Come on, there's nothing we can do.

You hear the gossip that he is going to participate in the competition, and he has not practiced in the training ground recently.

When you think about it, you're still a little lost.

After all, this man has taught you a lot, so you won't see each other for a month.

But you still go to the training ground to train as usual, and occasionally you will see him sitting next to him talking to Fan Zhendong, and when you see you, you just look up, without extra emotion.

You are a bit unclear so.A few days ago, this person was full of responsibility to teach you how to play.

You pretended to be okay and packed your things next to you.

Out of the corner of his eye, he got up and walked towards you.

You get a little nervous.

"Kid." He called you.

You pursed your lips, raised your head and asked, "Why?"

He lowered his peach blossom eyes and said with a half-smile: "Come to see me play?"

You have a lot of question marks in your heart, and you are not a professional player, what are you doing there?

Before you could speak, he said again: "You must come, I will teach on the spot."

This guy is showing off his skills again.

Tiger of the Empire is different.You nodded silently in your heart.

You said yes, which means you agreed.

"Come here and I'll buy you milk tea." He walked towards the door, leaving you with an arrogant back, unruly.

His game is a week away, so you don't see him for a week.

It should be to the competition location for training.

Your life is the same as before, boring and boring, except for the temporary pleasure that table tennis can bring you, basically you still feel quite lonely.

One less loneliness.

Time passed a little slowly, but it was finally a week later.

You pack a bunch of stuff, water, towels, clothes, and shoes.You don't know what you are planning to do, it is obviously to watch a game, not to stay in a hotel.

After sitting in the car for about three hours, we finally arrived.

You stretched your neck, looked at the grand and noble venue, and felt a sacred feeling in your heart.

You open the door and walk in. The crowd is bustling, and there are many foreigners beside you. Your foreign language is not very good, and you don’t plan to ask them for directions.

After finally squeezing to the practice field in front, he was stopped by the staff next to him.

"I am a member of the Chinese table tennis team." You said.

The staff asked: "Your license?"

You are just an ordinary trainee, what kind of license do you have.

Seeing that you have not moved for a long time, he waved his hand impatiently: "Don't block the way here, someone will come over later."

You had to take a step aside.

When you were worrying, the crowd behind suddenly became noisy, and you looked behind curiously.

Your breath stops.

Zhang Jike walked over with a yawn, wearing Chinese red clothes, which should be team uniforms.He probably didn't wake up, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and his walking pace was quite lazy.

He opened his eyes and saw you shrunk aside, and smiled softly: "Child, why are you standing here? Go in."

With a look of embarrassment on your face, you pointed to the staff next to you: "He won't let me in."

The staff are a little embarrassed by what you said.

He smiled and put his arm around your shoulder: "She is my friend, let her in."

You hear a lot of girls screaming next to you.

Your face was a little hot, and you muttered in a low voice: "Can you go in quickly?"

When he heard it, he turned around and gave the reporter a few eyes. The eyes were no different from those of a wolf, and the reporters immediately didn't dare to take pictures anymore.

You practice with him for a while, and he's ready to play.

"Come on." You said.

The young man smiled flamboyantly, he was extremely dazzling under the light.

"Row."

The game progressed very quickly, and you were worried about his state at first, but this time he played surprisingly well.

For the last ball, he seized the opportunity, but the opponent didn't react at all, and he lost miserably.

He jumped up, ran around the field again, and then he took off his clothes.

You see that tattoo again.

He kept looking at you, suddenly smiled, and threw his clothes at you.

You were a little surprised, and hurriedly hugged his clothes, the clear fragrance of flowers penetrated into your nostrils, mixed with a little sweat, not unpleasant.

You looked at him inexplicably.

At this time, he was radiant and full of vigor for nine days, your heart was suddenly touched, you touched your nose, and smiled back at him.

This boy seems to have walked into your heart.