Slag attack classification system

Zhao Zhenhe and Tang Zhi were each wrapped in a sheet, sleeping on both sides of the bed, and the lights gradually dimmed.

After a day of running around and training, Zhao Zhenhe was so tired that his legs and feet were numb, and his eyelids were as if they were glued together and could not be separated, but he still managed to say "thank you" to the very cold-looking young master .

This is the third time Zhao Zhenhe said thank you to Tang Zhi.

He thought that this thank you would be the same as the previous two times, and it would end in silence. Zhao Zhenhe gradually closed his eyes.

As a result, before the darkness came completely, a soft 'you're welcome' hit Zhao Zhenhe's heart like a small glass ball, echoing.

Zhao Zhenhe still had his eyes closed, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth rose slowly.

This young master of Tang Zhi is completely different from what he imagined.

Today is the last day of team building, and it is also a very important day - today we will select men's singles players for the World Table Tennis Championships.

Although the gold content of the World Table Tennis Championships has been getting lower and lower in recent years, it is still second only to the Olympic Games, and everyone is very concerned about it.

"I will assign candidates for the competition now. The winner will keep the death championship, and the loser will either make up for the national competition or go home directly." Wang Ming stood in front of the arena and looked majestically at the people standing below. player. "Anniversary is compared with Yu Mingming, and Tian Liang is compared with Li Yuanqing."

"Zhao Zhenhe and Wang Junlang compare."

Zhao Zhenhe's eyelids twitched.

"Dusk, what a coincidence, we are in a team again." Wang Junlang picked up the racket and stood opposite Zhao Zhenhe, "I don't know if you slept well last night, anyway, I didn't."

"I was in the same room with Yunhe yesterday, he was really annoying..." Wang Junlang tore off his sportswear, intentionally or unintentionally revealing the red mark on his neck.

In fact, Li Yunhe didn't touch him yesterday, he pinched it himself just now, he is angry with this cheeky Zhao Huangwan!

"What a coincidence." Zhao Zhenhe pulled off his sportswear, exposing his arms, "I was also bitten three times by bugs yesterday."

He pointed to his three neatly arranged red bumps.

Wang Junlang: "..."

Wang Junlang is actually a little nervous about this game.

After the last game was decided, others kept saying that Zhao Huangwan won by luck, but after Wang Junlang went back, he recalled the scene countless times and came to a terrible conclusion——

Zhao Huangwan now is stronger than Zhao Huanghun three years ago.

"The first round begins."

Head coach Wang Ming didn't stare at anyone else, but stood beside Zhao Zhenhe, like a ferocious Rakshasa.

Tang Zhi sat not far away, staring straight at Zhao Zhenhe.

Zhao Zhenhe didn't pay attention to his surroundings, and focused on his own game. He squeezed his table tennis racket tightly and retracted his right wrist slightly.

This time it is not a one-goal decision, but an internationally accepted method of winning four out of seven games, with 11 points in one game.

The coin landed heads up, and Wang Junlang served first.

His left foot was slightly forward, his right foot was slightly behind, and his body was about 40 centimeters away from the table. A straight board quickly pushed over. The ball drew a curved upward arc in mid-air and then bounced downward.

With a "snap", Zhao Zhenhe pushed the ball directly. As the saying goes, the ball does not turn when it is loud, and the ball does not make any noise when it is turned. After the crisp sound, the ball from Zhao Zhenhe kept spinning in mid-air, passed the back of the net in a thrilling manner, and suddenly fell down.

Wang Junlang was caught off guard and staggered forward and missed the ping pong ball.

Zhao Zhenhe held the racket in his hand with his right hand, his wrist was tight, and the white ping pong ball bounced out 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.

Zhao Zhenhe leaned over to catch the ball, but Wang Ming on the right was stuck there like a log. Seeing Zhao Zhenhe refused to give way, the two collided directly, and the ball bounced up and down and fell to the ground.

Zhao Zhenhe was unbalanced and fell backwards, and finally grabbed the table tennis table without falling to the ground.

The people around were attracted by the noise here, and when they saw Zhao Huangwan's defeat, they all let out 'shh'.

Only Young Master Tang Zhi stood aside with his arms folded, frowning and looking around.

In the next match, Zhao Zhenhe not only considered Wang Junlang as his opponent, but also regarded Wang Ming, who was constantly moving around on his field, as his opponent—how to defeat Wang Junlang under Wang Ming's interference.

He changed his tactics and directly adopted a fast attack. During the push and block process, his elbow was properly raised, slightly retracted and close to his body. Force forward.

This is a quick stop, the ping-pong ball is flying quickly in mid-air, as if there is a ball.

By the time of the third round, Wang Junlang was already sweating profusely, and his dark blue sportswear was wet, while Zhao Zhenhe on the opposite side had a completely opposite style of painting, with calm eyes, as if this was the first round.

The sixth ball in the third game, when the white ping-pong ball landed on the table, the outcome was decided.

Zhao Zhenhe put away his racket, bowed slowly, took the ping pong ball back into his palm and lifted it up. After a moment of silence, the surrounding players raised their hands and started applauding.

With three wins in seven rounds, Zhao Zhenhe directly won the first three rounds in a row, and lost a total of three goals, which was an absolute crush.

The applause had nothing to do with anything else, it was just an acknowledgment of Zhao Huanghun's skills. Even if some people hated Zhao Huanghun, they still had to admit Zhao Huanghun at this moment.

The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. This is the unchanging truth in the game.

Wang Junlang lowered his head, bit his lip and left silently. Wang Ming's face was also very bad, and he turned around and left.

[Congratulations, Zha Gong's favorability has risen to 90! 】

[Congratulations, the favorability of the supporting role has risen to 60! 】

[Congratulations, the favorability of the supporting actor's anniversary has turned positive! 】

[Congratulations, the supporting actor Yu Mingming's favorability towards you has turned into a positive number! 】

【congratulations.......】

The congratulatory messages broadcast by the system came out one after another, with crisp mechanical sound effects, which almost occupied Zhao Zhenhe's entire hearing, and he pinched his ears.

'keep your voice down. '

He picked up the cell phone that was on the sidelines of the arena, put it in his sports bag and walked to the hotel suite.

In the suite, Tang Zhi is already packing his luggage, and the wireless bluetooth speaker on the side is playing the cross talk between Yue Yunpeng and Sun Yue

"Yue Yunpeng: Who is this? Is this a coincidence? Isn't it? I also live in the headlines of Langfang"

'Yue Yunpeng: Is this a coincidence? Isn't it that I also live on the 8th? '

Yue Yunpeng: Is this a coincidence? Isn't it that I also live on that kang? '

Yue Yunpeng: Isn't that a coincidence? Isn't it that I also spread a red mattress and a blue quilt. '

'Yue Yunpeng: Who do you sleep with at night?

Sun Yue: Me and my wife

Yue Yunpeng: Who is it?

Sun Yue: Shut up and just me

Yue Yunpeng: Is this a coincidence?

Sun Yue: Sit over there and see what a wicked person I tell you to take advantage of me! '

Zhao Zhenhe was also packing his luggage, his mind was full of Yue Yunpeng's "This is not a coincidence, this is not".

Tang Zhi didn't clean it up very carefully, after putting the things into the suitcase, he immediately pulled up the zipper with a clatter.

"Hey, your panties are under the quilt, so they are not put away." Zhao Zhenhe was holding a pair of CK boxers in his hand.

Tang Zhi turned his head and saw CK fluttering in mid-air. He immediately stretched out his hand to grab it. The roots of his ears were red to the point of his head. He opened the suitcase and stuffed it back again. As a result, everything fell off the moment the zipper was fully opened. come out.

"Let me collect it for you." Zhao Zhenhe squatted on the ground, "You can put a small bottle like this in a bag, and it won't fall apart."

"There are also underwear, you can roll them up." Zhao Zhenhe picked up Tang Zhi's boxers and began to roll them up for him without hesitation, "Look, there is a small zipper pocket in the middle of your suitcase, you can put it in here .”

"Okay." Tang Zhi agreed in a low voice, his expression was still extremely cold, but his red ears had already betrayed him.

He blushed only because someone pinched his underwear, not because Zhao Zhenhe was excited to help him pack his luggage!

Absolutely not!

After collecting the luggage, Zhao Zhenhe carried his suitcase and walked out of the hotel. As soon as he left the hotel gate, a person slowly walked towards him from the white wall and stopped him.

It's Wang Junlang.

Wang Junlang's complexion was very bad, he raised his head and looked directly at Zhao Zhenhe, "I won't detour with you, Dusk, I don't think you are suitable for this World Championship."

Zhao Zhenhe: "Why?"

Wang Junlang picked up the phone and clicked the play button, "This is a video of you being admitted to the hospital for treatment of severe depression. Everything you do is not in line with the behavior of a normal person. You are simply a mental patient. If... If I pass this on to On the Internet, other people see it, what will they think - they will think, is there no one in the national team? This is not good."

Wang Junlang's subtext is obvious-if you don't give me the qualification for the competition, I will upload the video on the Internet.

Zhao Zhenhe and Wang Junlang looked at each other for three seconds.

"Isn't that a coincidence," Zhao Zhenhe blurted out Yue Yunpeng's comic dialogue, and held up his mobile phone, "I just recorded the video of our game, how about we share it together?"

Let the people of the whole country see how you lost to a psychopath?

"..." Wang Junlang was like a frost-beaten eggplant, unable to speak anymore.

He secretly squeezed his palm.

Zhao Huanghuan has changed, he has become less manipulative... He doesn't want to lose to such a person...

The third hot search item tonight is 'Zhao Huang will represent the national team in the World Championships'.

Not surprisingly, the bottom line is full of doubts and curses from netizens.

"The National Table Tennis Team is really crazy, not only let Zhao Huangwan come back, but also let him participate in the World Championships? !Is there a hole in the head? ! '

'Last year and the year before last, the National Table Tennis Team didn't even win the third place, let alone this year? !I think the national table tennis team has given up!Start taking the black and red route! '

'I think the Tang Corporation is the worst. Look at what the hell they funded? ! '

A group of netizens began to go to Tang Zhi's Weibo @ him, "Young Master Tang, Zhao Huangwan has participated in the World Championships, I advise you to withdraw your investment as soon as possible." '

"Master Tang, please let the National Ping Ping Team stop acting like monsters, otherwise we will have to withdraw our shares." '

"Young Master Tang, the trash Zhao Huangwan is back, let's divest quickly!" '

At 20:02 in the evening, Tang Zhi logged on to Weibo, and saw thousands of @ on the Weibo prompt, and after clicking on it, they were all insults towards Zhao Huangwan.

At 20:05, Young Master Tang Zhi updated Weibo——

'This year, I died with my idol at the Championships. @ Zhao dusk'

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