Slag attack classification system

When the plane landed in Paris, France, it was pitch black outside, Li Yunhe led the three athletes down, Zhao Zhenhe and Tang Zhi walked at the back.

Ever since Zhao Zhenhe won Wang Junlang and replaced Wang Junlang in the game, Li Yunhe hasn't put on a good face for Zhao Zhenhe for several days.

The 'Slag Gong Favorability' has also been fluctuating around 70.

[Friendly reminder from the system: Your garbage disposal of the predecessor of Slag Gong has entered a slow state, and there is a high possibility that you will not be able to complete the task. 】

'How do you deal with this trash?Did he get hit by a car?Or hanged by the big cable car?Or drink medicine and die...'

[Stop...stop! 】

If the system had a foot, it would have already pointed to Zhao Zhenhe.

[Murder and crime... Your main task is to follow Zhao Huangwan's long-cherished wish, to make the former slag Gong realize the truth, regret it too late, and regret it for the rest of his life. 】

'that's it? '

Zhao Zhenhe frowned in his heart.

[I admit that you have a high IQ, but your EQ really makes me... Don't worry, if you can do this, I can guarantee that this scumbag will never escape from the shadows... Sometimes, life is worse than life Death is more painful than a single shot, and everything you do now will turn into a sharp knife of emotion, gnawing at the rest of his life. 】

Looking at Zhao Zhenhe like this, the system couldn't help but think of a sentence in "Thick Black Studies" - not expressing joy, anger, sorrow, and joy is called thick, and expressing without scruples is called black.Those who are thick are the foundation of the world; those who are black are the Dao of the world.It is thick and dark, the heaven and the earth are in awe, and ghosts and gods are in awe.

This old cadre is really thick and dark.

Zhao Zhenhe's expression turned to his usual calm, with regret in his eyes.

'Zhao Huangwan's child has already been devoured to death. '

【So, you have to take this matter more seriously, don't favor one person over another, keep thinking about the competition and forget Zhao Huangwan's other long-cherished wish. 】

'it is good. '

Zhao Zhenhe thought that he was looking for a notebook that he found in the bedroom at dusk. There were only two things in the notebook, one was table tennis, and the other was his love for Li Yunhe.

From the notebook, it can be seen that Li Yunhe was very kind to Zhao Huangwan at the beginning. He always supported him, taught him by himself, and asked for warmth in private, and finally moved Zhao Huangwan.

What was the reason that caused Li Yunhe's temperament to change drastically, not only turning around and staying with Bailian Wang Junlang, but also stepping on Zhao Huanghuang's resignation?

Zhao Zhenhe was in a daze while thinking, a group of people were walking towards the luggage claim area at the airport, and he bumped his head into the person in front of him sullenly.

With a 'bang' sound, Zhao Zhenhe himself felt a pain in the head when he heard it.

He raised his head, it was Li Yunhe.

Li Yunhe looked at him in astonishment, and stretched out his hand as if to touch his head to help rub it, but when he was about to touch it, he stopped in time and bit his lip.

"Cloud River..."

Veteran cadre Zhao decided to take the initiative and said the word 'Yunhe' out of disgust.

He wanted to say 'grandson' more than 'Yunhe'.

Li Yunhe's eyes flickered, but when he looked at Tang Zhi behind Zhao Zhenhe, his expression suddenly changed, and he hummed coldly from his lips, "Let's go." '

Zhao Zhenhe: "..."

'No...comrade system, is it really not allowed to prescribe medicine directly?I think this is relatively simple, or we can make a compromise and buy a fierce one. Comrade Lenin once said that in extraordinary times...'

【...】

【no!Can't!cant! 】

The system is hoarse.

Behind Zhao Zhenhe and the system didn't notice, young master Tang Zhi put one hand in his pocket, his eyes were bright and dark, and he couldn't tell clearly at night.

He raised his eyes to look at Li Yunhe, frowned slightly, showing a chill expression that ordinary teenagers would never have.

Only when we go abroad can we clearly realize how unpopular Huaguo ping-pong is with the world.

When other countries played, there were cheers, applause and whistles on the field; but when Hua Guo entered the field, the audience seemed to be silenced, and the cheers disappeared instantly. After a moment of silence, several white people began to shout. There was a 'hush' sound, and gradually everyone echoed the 'hush' sound. Negative energy surrounded the Huaguo team from all directions.

Zhao Zhenhe walked at the end of the line, with a towel on his body. When he passed the European seats, a big blond man rushed out of his seat, yelled loudly at him in inarticulate Spanish, and raised his middle finger to yell.

Several children made gestures to hit him with water from their hands, but were finally stopped by security guards.

All the people in the Huaguo team were very embarrassed, but they blamed the anger caused by this embarrassment on Zhao Huanghuang. If the others didn't give them a good look, they wouldn't show Zhao Huangwan a good look.

On the benches waiting for the athletes, the three athletes sat in the first row with Li Yunhe, and only Zhao Huangwan sat in the second row, far away from him.

The number Zhao Zhenhe drew was the last match, and there were still more than two hours before he played. He took a deep breath, wrapped his head with a towel, and repeated the basic table tennis preparation moves in his mind.

The entire arena was very noisy, and the surrounding shouts were isolated by towels, becoming the background sound that gradually faded away.

The noise reached its peak again after 45 minutes, and the people in the audience raised the national flag and cheered.

Kim Min-soo of country H played against Huaguo Anniversary, 5-1, without any suspense.

Daniel K of the United States played against Yu Mingming of Huaguo, 4-3. After a biting battle, he finally lost.

Losing to country H, the favorite to win the championship, seems to be decent, but no one thought that Hua would lose two generals as soon as he played, and even lost the game against the United States.

Yu Mingming was sweating profusely, his clothes were soaked, and his eyes were bloodshot. He bit his lips, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes.

Huaguo's competition team wrapped themselves in cocoons like silkworm chrysalis, and buried their heads in disgrace amidst the boos. Nian Zhou and Yu Mingming kept their heads down after returning to their seats.

Anniversary buried his face in his palms, his body trembling all the time.

The people around the auditorium stood up and yelled in the direction of the Huaguo team, cursing some words like 'Fuck' and 'Garbage', but no one in the team dared to respond.

Zhao Zhenhe remained motionless under the wrapping of the towel, making it impossible to see any reaction at all.

At this time, a person came down from the waiting seat of Country H and walked to the waiting seat of Country Hua. He asked in English, "Whois Zhaohuanghun" (Who is Zhao Huanghun?)

There is a name tag on this person's chest''——Song Mingyong.

Song Mingyong is a young player from country H, and also the trump card sent by country H to face the World Table Tennis Championships. It can be said that he is a rising star in the world table tennis world.

The person Zhao Zhenhe draws to fight against is also the young general Song Mingyong.

Zhao Zhenhe pulled open a gap in the towel, revealing only a pair of eyes, without any response, just looked at Song Mingyong.

"I just cometo say, I'msoglad to complete with you." (I'm just saying, I'm really honored to compete with you.)

Song Mingyong smiled in Zhao Zhenhe's direction, raised his thumb, and stopped——

"garbage." (garbage)

Song Mingyong turned his thumb directly and pointed it down hard. He leaned forward and backward with laughter, and the team members in the waiting seats of Country H jumped up to applaud Song Mingyong while shouting "" (defeat the trash).

No one in Huaguo's team spoke for Zhao Zhenhe, and Zhao Zhenhe himself did not respond, but just pulled the towel to cover his originally exposed eyes.

Song Mingyong didn't get the reaction he wanted, shrugged his shoulders and returned to his position, and finally threw a few curse words.

In the VIP auditorium, Tang Zhi stood upright, his eyes under the sunglasses were cold.

He looked at Zhao Zhenhe who was wrapped airtight in the towel, and a deep worry like ink flashed in his heart again.

After a suffocating rest, the radio finally began to broadcast the news of Jo Jin-he's appearance, and the sweet French accent was repeated over and over again.

'H Country Song-Ming-Yong vs. Hua Country Zhao-Huang-Hun. '

The word "Hua Guo" seemed to have magical powers for all the audience at the scene. Everyone immediately boiled up and started booing in the direction of Hua Guo, and there were bursts of "booing" for a while.

Zhao Zhenhe stood up amidst the boos, he directly lifted the towel off his body, and threw it behind him with a "swipe".

The towel fell in mid-air.

Suddenly, the aura of his whole body changed, the arrogance, talent and passion wrapped in the towel were released, his eyes changed from gentle to sharp, he stood up straight, his back was as straight as a pine and cypress.

Song Mingyong held the racket, and didn't pay attention to Zhao Zhenhe's changing state, and the corners of his mouth were full of disdain.

It was just a bluff.

Zhao Zhenhe served first. He raised his hand and tightened his wrist. Two figures appeared in his mind—two table tennis masters in his original world, Deng Yaping and Wang Tao.

Just now he sealed himself in a towel, just remembering these.

Before he came to the game, he had watched the videos of players from almost all countries. He remembered Song Mingyong from country H, and he knew what style of play was suitable for him to play against this young player.

In the memory just now, he came to a conclusion that if he wanted to defeat Song Mingyong in the shortest time—then use Deng Yaping and Wang Tao who are both very good at horizontal fast attack combined with arc circle play.

The whistle sounded, and the silver ball was flying in mid-air, firing out like a small bullet. After Song Mingyong took the first ball from Zhao Zhenhe, his face gradually became serious.

How is it possible, this move...how is it possible...

The most important feature of Zhao Zhenhe's style of play today is that he is fast and has many skills. You can't see his lines clearly at all, and you can't see the arc of rotation when he shoots the table tennis.

One second you looked like a horizontal fast break, and the next second it was a loop ball. People don't know how to deal with it at the same time.

Focus on attack and speed first.

Before the end of the first round, Song Mingyong's face completely darkened, and cold sweat began to drip down his neck.

Zhao Zhenhe played so fiercely that everyone in the auditorium was almost silent at the same time.

With the sound of "bang, bang", Zhao Zhenhe kept changing the movements of his hands.

Forehand fast break, forehand fast belt, forehand arc, smash!

Forehand pick, forehand rub, forehand swing, smash!

Backhand quick dial, backhand pull, backhand bounce, smash!

Backhand fast attack, backhand swing, backhand arc circle, smash!

smash!

The match was astonishingly fast, there was no suspense at all, the flickering on the screen seemed to be a foregone conclusion just after the start.

Almost all the people in the auditorium held their breath and slowly stood up one by one, their eyes filled with disbelief.The Huaguo support team, who were squeezed into the corner, finally dared to pull out the Huaguo national flag, almost shouting Zhao Huangwan's name with tears in their eyes.

"Zhao Huang Hun! Zhao Huang Hun! Zhao Huang Hun!"

"Hua Guo! Hua Guo! Hua Guo!"

On the radio——'Hua Guo Zhao-Huang-Hui vs. H State Song-Ming-Yong, 3:0'

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The Hua people, and even the East Asian arena began to erupt, even Zhou Nian and Yu Mingming jumped up, calling out Zhao Huangwan's name.

There was not much joy on Zhao Zhenhe's face. He first took a deep breath, then stood in front of the camera on the big screen, raised his thumb, and stopped it—then 'swipe' and turned it down.

Use silence to respond to those who despise Hua Guo and him.

He faces the camera——

"I, Zhao Huangwan, are back."

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