Zhenping Yiming gained a point, then he laughed, "Your abilities aren't too bad . However, it's still far from Xu Song . The odds of you winning me are practically zero . "
His words were too arrogant . The audience watching the show couldn't take it anymore .
"F*ck! This b*stard is really too arrogant . He merely got one point, why does he need to be so imprudent?"
"B*tch! All the best Zhang Zi Wen!"
"Fighting!"
In the Japanese Broadcasting Station .
"Gentleman Yiming has to show his true ability! These Chinese are really sorrowful . Can't they see that Gentleman Yiming is going easy on him?"
"Indeed! How could Gentleman Yiming not receive that initial ball? They really think that they are the best . "
"Haha! Zhenping Yiming is going to defeat another Chinese opponent today! It's too exciting!"
"Continue to watch the broadcast . Let's see what the Chinese are going to do . "
…
Zhang Zi Wen took a deep breath . His breathing was somewhat hurried, and the pressure on him suddenly became much greater .
Normal people might not be able to tell, but he could already feel that the other party was just throwing the game before this . Right now, he was afraid that he was showing his true abilities .
The only thing was that he didn't expect this b*stard to be so good .
He couldn't lose . He definitely could not lose!
He grunted to cheer himself on . After which, he served .
Everyone was watching in anticipation .
Each second and minute passed by .
10 : 4
Everyone was stunned .
It wasn't Zhang Zi Wen who was leading, but rather, it was the Japanese .
It was the last point . If he were to lose this, he would truly be done for .
Zhang Zi Wen had a head full of perspiration and this hands started to tremble . The pressure on him was so immense he felt like he was going to collapse .
He took every ball very seriously, without relaxing for a single moment .
But he just didn't know why he couldn't receive some balls .
Furthermore, he had already calculated, his opponent was an expert . His counter-attacks were extremely fast . At times, he couldn't even react in time .
Zhenping Yiming held the ball and sneered, "It's the last point . Are you ready?"
Even though he was speaking in Japanese and nobody could understand him, but there were translated subtitles for the audience watching on their TV screens . They closed their eyes in despair .
There was no chance of winning left .
It's over .
*ping*
The round started .
It took merely six seconds .
Zhang Zi Wen stared blankly at the table tennis ball bouncing on the ground while he stood rooted to the ground .
How did it turn out like this?
Zhenping Yiming placed the bat on the table and jerked his shoulders, "I won . Easy peasy . "
The audience saw this expression . They couldn't wait to kill this b*stard .
In the Broadcasting Station .
"I can't watch longer . I'm turning it off . Take care, everybody . "
"My mood was originally pretty good today, however, after watching Shanghai TV, I feel like dying . "
"F*ck your mom, Shanghai TV! Just you wait!"
The host looked at the situation on-set . He didn't even know what he should say . He looked at Zhang Zi Wen, continued to stand frozen on the stop, and said nervously, "In a competition of skills, having winners and losers are very common . A huge thank you to both of them for bringing us an entertaining match!"
Zhang Zi Wen lowered his head . Although he was currently recording a live show, his eyes still turned red .
He failed to live up to everyone's expectations .
The host looked at Zhang Zi Wen in front of him and comforted him softly, getting him to calm down .
At this moment, he looked down at the audience, then at the guests' table .
His gaze locked directly at Master Lin . He knew that the situation was going out of control and the show was over . However, he still hoped that someone would be able to flip this situation around .
However, even a professional national team member had lost . Looking at his prospects, how could he ever match up to this Japanese .
At this moment, the host and Master Lin looked face to face .
From what he knew, Master Lin was an amazing person . Many miracles happened in his hands . However, the situation now didn't only require a miracle to win, but rather, it needed an absolute display of ability .
All of a sudden, the host wondered if his vision was becoming blurred .
He realized that Master Lin's lips were moving . Furthermore, he had nodded in his direction .
Even though he didn't understand lip-reading, but the shape of Master Lin's mouth wasn't hard to interpret .
"Let me do it . "
Although he wasn't too sure if that was what he meant, but it seemed to be the meaning his lips were trying to express .
At this moment, the host didn't bother about too much . He already deeply trusted Master Lin .
"The match just now was very entertaining . However, one of our guests would like to play against the champion of the Asian Championships . Let us welcome Master Lin up on stage!"
Lin Fan laughed inwardly . It seemed like the host wasn't stupid and could understand him .
The desolated audience in the live broadcasting room was stunned when they heard the host .
"What the f*ck? What's this?"
"Master Lin is going up on stage? This host must have hurt his brain . Wouldn't this just throw Master Lin's reputation away?"
"F*ck! Master Lin is already getting ridiculed just for being a guest . What a dumb host . Do you f*cking think that Master Lin is an all-rounded athlete?"
"F*ck! I'll f*ck your mum Shanghai TV . If you disgrace my idol, I'll f*ck your whole family!"
"Master Lin don't go up! Don't ever go up! Don't disgrace yourself!"
…
However, from their point of view, Master Lin stood up and walked to the stage with a smile .
"I don't know how to play table tennis and I've never played it, yet you want me to play against a professional? The pressure is really huge . " Lin Fan laughed as he walked to the stage .
"Ah?" The host was stunned as he looked at Lin Fan as if he couldn't react .
He didn't expect that Master Lin wouldn't know how to play .
What was the meaning of his nod and his moving lips?
Lin Fan went beside the host and whispered, "Watch me . "
The host spun his head and looked up at Master Lin . His heart skipped a beat, but very quickly, he calmed back down .
"Master Lin, you said you don't know how to play table tennis?"
Lin Fan replied, "I can't say that I don't know how to . I've played it once in a while . I've played twice against Xu Song . He told me that my skills are adequate and if I were to practice it seriously, I would still make the amateur level . "
"Ah? Master Lin, you've played against Xu Song?"
Lin Fan laughed, "I played against him on that stone table over there . I feel that my skills are okay . "
In the National Team .
"Xu Song, you've played against Master Lin before?"
Xu Song was stunned, "No I haven't . I have never even seen him before . "
"Then this is…" Everyone was stunned . They didn't quite understand .
On the Internet .
"Master Lin has played against Xu Song before?"
"They played my a*s! Master Lin doesn't even know Xu Song . "
"What does Master Lin mean then?"
"You ask me but who am I going to ask?"
…
Master Lin picked up the bat, "I'm quite rusty, but I think I can play against the champion of the Asian Championships . I'm feeling rather up to it . "
Zhenping Yiming looked at the person in front of him . His heart was full of disdain . Wasn't he just looking to be abused?
However, he didn't mind showing off today, giving the Japanese a good lesson .
Lin Fan opened the Encyclopedia .
He looked at the table tennis knowledge . It was rather expensive . It required 1000 Encyclopedic points .
However, this situation was different . He had to destroy his opponent .
He exchanged his points for it .
. . .
Chapter end
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