Zeng Guanghao shot Wang Chao a surprised look.
He actually knew Wang Chao. After all, as fellow provincials, this eighteen-year-old senior had produced so many memorable moments just half a year after debuting that he had quietly become an idol admired by many young players at the sports schools of Northern Hubei Province.
He knew Wang Chao was smart. After all, those matches at T2 had later been thoroughly dissected and analyzed by many industry insiders on the forums.
But he had not expected Wang Chao's insight to be so sharp that he could see right through him.
So he no longer hid it and nodded. "That's right."
Wang Chao pulled him over to sit in a nearby chair. "Then can you answer my question now?"
Zeng Guanghao gave an "Mm." "You know, I actually don't like playing table tennis at all."
His story was not complicated. Similar stories were playing out in countless Chinese households.
Both his parents worked in table tennis-related fields, and table tennis was China's national sport. So when he was very young, they had tried teaching him the game and discovered that he had exceptional talent.
So his parents chose the path of professional table tennis for him and forced him to practice from an early age.
He truly was gifted. His skills improved by leaps and bounds in a short time. He defeated many opponents, won many honors, and eventually entered a professional sports school, then the city team, then the provincial team. His path had been smooth sailing all the way.
"But I can't understand it." Zeng Guanghao looked somewhat lost, though his eyes held the rebelliousness unique to an adolescent boy. "If I'm good at it, does that mean I have to like it? They all say I'm good at it and