He Jingping had arrived full of grief and indignation, only to leave in high spirits. Wang Chao watched his teacher's back disappear through the entrance of the venue, but the smile on his face faded.
There were some things he had no way of telling He Jingping directly.
For instance... he strongly suspected that, within the next six months, the International Table Tennis Federation would pull some more tricks regarding Olympic Games events and quota spots.
He remembered it clearly: before his transmigration, the Olympic quota had long since been reduced from three spots to two. Mixed doubles had also been added to the Olympics, and more importantly, both Men's Doubles and Women's Doubles had been removed.
That was an earth-shaking change.
Last year, this world had still been peaceful and uneventful, so much so that Wang Chao had developed the illusion that he could truly compete for the third Men's Singles spot.
But now he realized that what was meant to come would come eventually.
Since mixed doubles had arrived, a quota reduction was probably inevitable as well.
After all, objectively speaking, the International Table Tennis Federation only had so many ways to weaken China Table Tennis. Whether in his previous life or this one, they would ultimately arrive at the same destination by different paths.
In his previous life, the first mixed doubles gold medal in history had not been won by China Table Tennis. That Olympics had been held in Sakura Country, and China's veteran pairing had lost to Sakura Country's players in the final, leaving an irreparable regret in the history of China Table Tennis. After that match, countless people analyzed the reasons for China Table Tennis's defeat, but no analysis could change the result.
China Table Tennis, which had always been invincible, had been overtaken