The atmosphere in the dormitory was somewhat heavy.
Wang Chao did not rush to comfort him, because what He Jingping needed was not comfort, but someone to listen. Wang Chao only needed to be a sounding board.
Unless he could truly offer a constructive suggestion and help He Jingping escape this guilt.
Wang Chao was not sure whether he could, but he decided to try...
"Are you saying that if Luo Jiu were handed over to Coach Qin Huachang, he would definitely become the next Dragon Team?" Wang Chao asked.
He Jingping gave a grunt. "His talent far surpasses Lin Li's. Qin Huachang was able to bring Lin Li to his current level, so he would certainly be able to take Luo Jiu to another level."
But Wang Chao shook his head. "Have you considered that Luo Jiu's problem might not be his style of play, or his training, but his racket?"
He Jingping was slightly taken aback.
"You're overthinking it. I was only chatting with you casually, not asking you to give me advice."
Perhaps feeling that Wang Chao's words were too shallow, He Jingping actually revealed a faintly amused expression despite his worries. "I spent a full seven years building a system for him. I've already exhausted every possibility. You've only watched him play a few matches, and you think you've found the crux of the problem?"
Wang Chao did not argue and simply continued, "I think he could consider changing his rubber."
He Jingping found that even more amusing. He was not angry; he simply thought Wang Chao was being childish. Probably because he had stunned everyone that afternoon with his left-handed shakehand double-wing looping, his confidence had swelled a little.
After all, he had only just turned eighteen. It was understandable. Youthful recklessness and all that...