"7:0, Wu Li to serve!" The scorekeeper's voice on the court had already gone hoarse.
He watched helplessly as Wang Chao, after switching rackets and hands, suddenly transformed into a god of war, sending the once-unbeatable Wu Li scrambling all over the court. So far, Wu Li had not managed to win a single point.
The scorekeeper's worldview was beginning to crumble.
He could not understand how someone could play such an unbelievable match with a hand they never practiced with.
In fact, he was not the only one whose worldview was collapsing. Luo Zhihong's was too.
"Coach He, you've seen a lot. Teach me—what on earth is going on?" A fine layer of sweat covered Luo Zhihong's forehead. His head buzzed, and he felt that if he could not resolve this doubt, he would not even know how to select players in the future.
The simple materialist worldview he had clung to for fifty years was nearly gone.
He Jingping's voice was slightly warped, but he still forced himself to hold it together. In a low voice, he said, "Don't ask me. I don't know either. This isn't logical. It makes no sense at all. But does that matter? No, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter one bit. He really did pull it off..."
Luo Zhihong did not dare ask any further.
He could tell that He Jingping had slipped into a crazed muttering state and was even less reliable than he was.
"You only need to know that he's a genius... Perhaps when a genius reaches a certain level, he can do things this unbelievable? Who knows?"
He Jingping felt terribly lonely at that moment. He desperately needed someone to pour his heart out to, but Luo Jiu, the person he most wanted to talk to, was not