Slag attack classification system

When Zhao Zhenhe walked into the training ground, almost everyone put down their rackets and raised their heads to stare at him, their eyes shining like ice cones.

How dare he come back?

Zhao Zhenhe walked to an empty table in the corner of the training ground as if no one was there, opened the sports bag he carried, and took out a teacup, racket and towel from it in turn.

Everyone frowned, with expressions of impatience and disgust on their faces, as if seeing a cockroach fall into the porridge that had just been cooked.

A few bad-tempered players even cursed and threw the racket on the table with a "fuck".

With a "click", the gunpowder was full of gas.

The youngest in the team held the racket in his hand and said that he was going to pick up the ball. He passed the corner table and bumped Zhao Zhenhe hard with his shoulder.

Zhao Zhenhe's relatively thin body was almost pushed to the ground.

"You still have the face to come back? I hit you, what's the matter? Fight me if you have the ability!"

The other team members watched coldly.

Zhao Zhenhe looked up at him and paused, "It's okay, let's go."

He bowed his head and continued to fiddle with the racket.

It is understandable that young people like to stay up late and have a heavy tongue coating.

The third child saw that Zhao Zhenhe didn't react at all, and the anger he vented was like hitting cotton, and when he hit it with a sap, it was all soft and muddy.

He raised his fist.

"What are you doing, no more training? A group of people gathered here, can you practice table tennis just by standing, or do you think you don't need to practice any more?" Li Yunhe said coldly, "Anniversary, go back."

The atmosphere was as stiff as an iron plate being stuffed into the air. Under the roar of the coach, everyone reluctantly picked up the movements in their hands again.

[Don't be fooled, this person is not a good person. 】

The system reminded me tirelessly, after all, this master is a big goose egg.

Zhao Zhenhe held the racket in his hand, half-closed his eyes and hit the wall, the ball deftly drew an arc in mid-air, he didn't care what Li Yunhe wanted to say at all.

He is more concerned about whether he can catch up with the rebroadcast of "The Happy Life of Lao Niu's Family" after today's training.

Li Yunhe saw that Zhao Zhenhe formed a barrier by himself, and ignored him who helped him, and then thought of the joke that happened in the hospital yesterday, and suddenly felt that it was not worth it.

Zhao Huangwan was not like this before, he was always obedient to him in the past.

[System Dangerous Friendship Notice: You want to reduce the slag Gong favorability of garbage sorting to 70, please restore it in time. If the slag Gong favorability is lower than 60, you may be strangled by this world. 】

There was a "snap"——

Zhao Zhenhe smashed the ping-pong ball in his hand to the wall, and with a "bang", the ball was bounced back vigorously, directly bounced back to the ground, and bounced continuously.

'will die? '

Zhao Zhenhe put down the racket in his hand.

The veteran cadre seemed to be strangled by the back of his fate. He couldn't die for the time being, and he still had to save his life to go back to Earth for a personal appointment.

Zhao Zhenhe stepped forward with long legs, stretched out his hand and grabbed Li Yunhe's shoulder as he turned away, "Big...Yunhe, I had a bad attitude just now, I apologize to you, don't take it to heart."

Veteran cadres can bend and stretch, 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, Feng Shui turns.

Zhao Huangwan had a youthful and heroic face, he was wearing sportswear, the sunlight outside the window shone on his face, and it was smudged like an oil painting.

Li Yunhe was apologized by "Zhao Huangwan" with this face and temperament, how could he not soften his heart?All of a sudden, the stiffness on his face melted away, and the gloom in his heart was extinguished.

[Congratulations, Slag Gong's favorability has returned to the good line of 80, and you are completely out of danger of being strangled. 】

"You are right... If you are wrong, they are wrong. You finally came out of the hospital. We should all help you more. In the end, one by one..." Li Yunhe touched his head, " I'll talk to them later."

Li Yunhe spoke very softly, the corners of his eyes kept wandering, fearing that Wang Junlang, who had just gone shopping, would come back suddenly.

Zhao Zhenhe looked at Li Yunhe's eyes that floated in the sky, and with his toes, he knew that Comrade Scum Gong had a lot of ambitions. He was eating what was in the bowl and looking at what was in the pot. Boyfriend Zhao Huangwan rekindled an old relationship.

'Comrade System, since you said that if the favorability is too low, I will die, so if I keep increasing his favorability, is there any reward? '

The system is very happy, their Chosen Son finally started to be motivated!

[Of course, when the value reaches 90, we will open a world branch channel for you, allowing you to get a huge and surprising support in this world, commonly known as the "chosen man of heaven", it is possible Characters who help you speed up mission completion! 】

Zhao Zhenhe weighed the pros and cons in his own mind, needless to say the pros, there is a 'huge, surprising support', such a deal that is even more powerful, who can not be tempted; the cons, there is only one -

I am willing to act with others with a thick old face.

Facts have proved that Zhao Zhenhe is a good comrade who is willing to try——

Zhao Huangwan opened his black and white eyes wide open. The sunlight reflected in his eyes with a dreamy light reaction. He leaned forward and spoke to Li Yunhe in a soft and gentle voice, as if he was afraid of blowing others away. Said: "Yunhe, I can't do much... I can't keep up, can you help me with the table tennis.'

At least from the perspective of the system, it still looks good.

[Slag Gong Favorability: 81-82-83, reaching 83. 】

Zhao Zhenhe didn't give Li Yunhe a chance to refuse, he paused and then said, "You used to teach me..."

Although Zhao Zhenhe has never talked about relationships, he has his own way. When he was in elementary school, he loved watching "The Art of War" most. If he wants to avenge his hatred, he must first hide his strength and bide his time.

First of all, you can't scare the snake, you have to proceed step by step, and strangle the throat when the enemy is caught off guard.

He showed weakness first.

[Slag Gong Favorability: 83-84-85, reaching 85.]

This memory card is really useful.

赵镇鹤正要继续说下去，系统却再次让人猝不及防地发出冰冷的机械叫声【渣攻好感度：85-84-83-82-73！危险警报！危险警报！】

Wang Junlang came in with a sun umbrella. When he saw Zhao Huangwan and Li Yunhe next to each other, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

After he put away the sun umbrella with a "snap", the expression on his face turned into a normal smile again.

"Twilight, you're here." Wang Junlang put his hand on Zhao Zhenhe's shoulders naturally, and said, "It's okay, I have absolutely no objection to you discussing training with Yunhe, I know you are not the one you were three years ago It's dusk."

In one sentence, Wang Junlang chose himself completely, as if he was Li Yunhe's original partner, and now Zhao Huangwan has become a third party.

After Li Yunhe saw Wang Junlang coming in, he stood beside him calmly, keeping away from Zhao Zhenhe, for fear of causing any nasty things.

He frowned, and remembered that the national team was scolded on the headlines of Weibo three years ago.

Zhao Huangwan is no longer clean.

[Danger alert, danger alert, Slag Gong's favorability is dropping dangerously, 72-71-69-66-64! 】

[If this continues, the world will be directly GameOver, and you will also be...]

"Let's play a game. If I lose, I'll just get out of this gate. If I win, you have to let me stay."

Zhao Zhenhe's words were astonishing.

[Drip——Slag Gong's favorability stops changing——]

The system breathed a sigh of relief, and almost thought that the Chosen One in front of him would directly confess here.

When Zhou Nian, who had just been scolded by the coach, heard this, he immediately stood up again, and several other teammates who were resentful and dissatisfied also surrounded him.

"An athlete who hasn't experienced formal training for three years, you still want to compare with us? Do you have the qualifications?"

Zhou Nian clenched the racket tightly in his hand and said, "Okay, you can compare with me, and the winner will be determined by one goal. If you lose, get out of here as soon as possible, as far away as possible, and it's best not to let us see it again. "

"One goal will determine the outcome, yes." Zhao Zhenhe raised his hand and pointed at Wang Junlang, "But I want to compare with him."

Before the words fell, everyone gasped at the same time, and then sneered at the same time.

Even three years ago, Zhao Huanghuang rarely won against Wang Junlang, let alone today?Who gave him the courage?

"Twilight, why do you want to do this? Don't be so desperate. It's not that we don't want you to stay here." Wang Junlang picked up the racket on the table while talking. "But if you want to compare with me, as an older brother, I will compare with you. It's time for you to let go of some things."

It was time for Zhao Huanghun, the table tennis prodigy three years ago, to be completely crushed and shattered.

Wang Junlang's hand holding the racket even trembled slightly with anticipation and excitement.

Zhao Zhenhe used the racket in his right hand, retracted slightly, his wrist was tight, and the white ping pong ball bounced out flexibly like a marble, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

The ball quickly hit Wang Junlang in a diagonal direction. Wang Junlang raised his hand, stepped back three steps, and immediately slapped the ball back.

With a "click", Zhao Zhenhe immediately changed his style of play when he received the ball, and "swiped" the white ball out with a straight line.

The first ball Zhao Zhenhe hit was a tricky slash, Wang Junlang naturally went backwards to catch the ball, but the second ball Zhao Zhenhe was caught off guard and directly converted into a straight ball, Wang Junlang stood too far, couldn't react in time, and watched helplessly The ball falls to the ground.

Everyone stopped talking.

It all happened so fast, they didn't even have time to react.

This is Zhao Huangwan?

How could this be Zhao Huangwan!

No one expected that after three years, Zhao Huangwan's technique and serving proficiency not only did not regress, but also made a qualitative leap.

As for the sensitivity of the reaction just now, none of the team members dared to say that they would be able to handle it.

Wang Junlang was still immersed in the disbelief of the fact that he had lost, and he stared at the ping pong ball on the ground with wide eyes.

How can it be?

[Slag Gong's favorability is 63-64-65-73. 】

"I use the stalemate tactic of pressing the backhand and attacking the forehand. It's actually very simple, but I just want to use it here." After Zhao Zhenhe finished speaking, he turned to Li Yunhe, "Because this is the first one you gave me. tactics."

Li Yunhe's heart twitched when he was told.

dusk......

【渣攻好感度73-80-83-85-90-91！】

[The favorability has reached over 90, congratulations, you have successfully triggered the world branch plot, and your chosen assistant will appear soon. 】

Before the system finished speaking, a young man stepped in from the door. He was tall, with exquisite eyebrows and aggressive eyes. The moment he raised his eyes, everyone seemed to see the charm of ancient Roman statues. as one.

The boy had seen everything clearly just outside the door.

This young man is none other than Tang Zhi, the young master of the Tang family who has just grown up.

The author has something to say: Little angels are starting to fall!It's the harvest season~