"7:0, Wu Li serve!" On the court, the scoring coach's voice was already broken.
He watched helplessly as Wang Chao suddenly transformed into the God of War after changing rackets and hands, and beat the originally invincible Wu Li into chaos. So far, Wu Li has not scored a single point.
The scoring coach's outlook has somewhat collapsed.
He didn't understand how someone could play such an incredible game with a hand that he never practiced.
In fact, it was not only him whose outlook on life collapsed, but also Luo Zhihong.
"Coach He, you are well-informed. Please teach me, what is going on?" Luo Zhihong had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He felt his mind was buzzing. If he could not solve this doubt, he would not know how to select team members in the future.
The simple materialistic worldview that he had persisted in for fifty years was about to collapse.
He Jingping's voice was a little distorted, but he still held on and whispered, "Don't ask me, I don't know, this is unreasonable, this is completely unreasonable, but is it important? It's not important, it's not important at all, he did type it..."
Luo Zhihong didn't dare to ask anymore.
He could tell that He Jingping was in a state of confusion and was even less reliable than himself.
"You just need to know that he is a genius... Maybe if he reaches a certain level of genius, he will be able to do such incredible things? Who knows?"
He Jingping was very lonely at this moment. He urgently needed someone to talk to, but unfortunately the person he wanted to talk to most, Luo Jiu, was not there, so he could only hold on to one of Luo Zhihong's Hand, said in a more eager voice, "You know? Do you know? What he played, this double-sided arc that is so smooth, without pause, and has no dead ends in Taiwan, is what I have always wanted to see, it is what I ideally look like..."
The score of the second game was finally settled at a bloody 11:0.
Wang Chao didn't hold anything back, because Wu Li asked him sincerely yesterday, hoping that he would use his full strength, and he agreed with great mercy.
The promise made in front of everyone in the cafeteria last night, although it was shameful, must still be fulfilled.
So, everyone has seen it, this is what he looks like when he gets serious.
Extremely cruel!
"Wang Chao!" He Jingping shouted from the sidelines, "What the hell is going on with you?"
Wang Chao laughed, actually a little embarrassed.
Of course, he didn't deliberately deceive the coach, nor did he deliberately hide a big move, because in today's peaceful times, capable people can get opportunities as long as they show their abilities, and there is no need to hide their clumsiness.
It all just started with a strange misunderstanding.
In his previous life, he was actually left-handed.
When he was a player, he used the left-hand horizontal plank, because in the "straight and horizontal debate", he was a supporter of the horizontal plank.
Later, due to an accident, his left wrist was permanently damaged and he could no longer play, so he became a coach.
Even so, he is still a left-hander in life. He has used his left hand for forty years and has never changed.
After traveling through time, he discovered that this body used a straight forehand.
When Mingyue Stadium touched the ball for the first time, he took his friend Han Feng's racket in both hands to try the feel. At that time, he obviously felt that his left hand was smoother.
He inherited the habits of his previous life and was still left-handed.
Just because he was afraid of making his friends curious and worried that he couldn't explain it, he kept using his right-hand straight bar.
But I didn't expect that after fighting and fighting, I have been fighting all the way to today. The situation developed so fast that there was never a suitable opportunity to change my phone.
There are many unreasonable and unscientific things in him, but in the final analysis, they all come down to the same biggest unreasonable thing: time travel.
It was time travel that gave his amateur-quality body the thinking and skills of a top professional player.
It was time travel that allowed him to have such high proficiency with his left hand even though he had never used his left hand to play ball.
Others thought he had never practiced his left hand, but in his own opinion, he had been using his left hand for forty years, so how could he not be proficient in it?
Even in the past half month, he has been quietly exercising his left hand.
For example, eating, taking a shower, or practicing with Li Shaoqin at five in the morning.
If he were at home, Wang Mei might immediately notice that something was wrong with him.
But no one in the team is familiar with him, so how could they detect such subtle differences?
What's more, he doesn't need his left hand to be that delicate in the short term.
Because his left-hand horizontal shot has such powerful attack power, he just needs to stand still and output, and Wu Li will be defeated.
This is a true comprehensive crushing and dimensionality reduction attack.
At this stage, he naturally has flaws in his left hand, and there are quite a few of them, but the problem is that these flaws are not something that a player of Wu Li's level can grasp.
And when he faces those truly strong people who can seize his flaws in the future, perhaps his flaws have already been repaired.
He has a clear plan in his heart. He will get stronger day by day, fight up step by step, defeat everyone in front of him along the way, and will never lose to anyone again. When he defeats the strongest person in the world, he will naturally stand at the top of the world.
So Wu Li will probably be the only person to defeat him in an official game.
This was the respect he gave Wu Li to commemorate the first elite monster he encountered after traveling through time.
It's just that Wu Li doesn't know yet.
Jiang Long has already accepted his fate.
His eyesight is not good, but he is definitely not blind.
At this point, he knew that the pressure would definitely be unbearable.
This Wang Chao, if nothing else, will probably be Northern Hubei Province's best prospect this year, and even one who will enter the national team.
Didn't you see that He Jingping was already panting with excitement?
The only remedy now is to find a way to get another quota for Wang Chao.
Jiang Long no longer expected Wu Li to create miracles. Instead, he calmed down and silently considered which other coaches still had quotas and which players could be temporarily squeezed out so that Wang Chao could go first.
The quota for winter special training is fixed, and every carrot is a pit. He has to stay busy all night making phone calls tonight. He must free up a quota and solve the immediate trouble first.
The next eighteen minutes were lackluster.
Wu Li, who was never discouraged, showed a tenacious fighting spirit like a robot. However, he still only scored five points in the next three games, 11:2 in one game, 11:3 in one game, and 11:0 in one game.
In the end, Wang Chao won with a big score of 4:1.
Wang Chao really showed no mercy, and in the fifth game he shaved Wu Li's head.
After the game was over, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Wang Chao, especially the team members, who looked a little strange.
It's like you suddenly discover that the sloppy friend next to you who eats barbecue and supper at a roadside stall every day is actually a super rich second generation, and a certain woman he has long been tired of playing with is still the goddess of your dreams...
Wang Chao doesn't care, because for this kind of thing, as long as he behaves as usual, everyone will get used to it in a few days.
But some truths really cannot be hidden.
For example... he is definitely not a player at the city team level.
Judging from the situation of playing Wu Li, he should even be a national team player.
Because a few years ago, the five main players of the national team visited Jiangcheng City Team and beat Wu Li violently. The level of bloodshed seemed to be not much different from today.
"Wang Chao..." What Luo Zhihong said speaks volumes, "At your level, I'm afraid we won't be able to find a sparring partner in our base in the future, but I can still be of some help in terms of physical training."
Wang Chao smiled casually, "No, I think Li Shaoqin is pretty good."
Luo Zhihong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, found Li Shaoqin from the crowd, glared at him sternly, and said, "I will give Wang Chao a good sparring partner in the future, do you hear me?"
Li Shaoqin huddled in the crowd, weak and helpless, like a quail caught in the rain. His mood was one-third of fear, three-thirds of apprehension, but also four-quarters of vague expectation. It was really complicated.
"Am I a m?" Li Shaoqin asked himself quietly.