Wang Chao pricked up his ears and listened carefully. The conversation at that table was actually in Sakura Country's language.
Clearly, Yoshikawa Hiroshi was having a small gathering with his fellow countrymen. By reasonable deduction, the other teenagers might also be foreign reinforcements in China Table Tennis, though Wang Chao did not know whether they played in the Table Tennis First Division or the Table Tennis Super League.
As Wang Chao looked over, Yoshikawa Hiroshi looked back as well, and their gazes met head-on.
This Sakura Country player was impeccable in matters of etiquette. He froze briefly upon seeing Wang Chao, then immediately rose to bow before hurrying over with a smile. "Wang Chao-san, we meet again."
Geng Shuai bared his teeth. Running into the man who had shaved him bald that afternoon at such a cheerful occasion made him rather uncomfortable, but Yoshikawa Hiroshi was being so polite that he could not say anything.
Fortunately, Yoshikawa Hiroshi was interested only in Wang Chao and did not even spare the others a glance. Smiling, he said, "Wang Chao-san, your table tennis skills are so superb. It is only a pity that we did not get to face each other today. I was regretting that very thing, yet I did not expect to see you again so soon... Wang Chao-san, since fate has brought us together again, shall we have a chat?"
Wang Chao had no idea who had taught this guy Chinese, but he spoke in such an affectedly literary manner.
Wang Chao was not drinking anyway. Seeing Geng Shuai and Tian Zhengguang chugging straight from their bottles, he had nothing else to do, so he said casually, "Sure. Where?"
Yoshikawa Hiroshi pointed to where he had been sitting. "There."
The Sakura Country teenagers over there had already risen and