Residential Complex.
"Yang Sheng, you have no idea how bizarre this old man is. Even Quan Ge wasn't a match for him," Guo Kunnan explained to Yang Sheng as they walked.
It was not until Yang Sheng stood before the ping-pong table.
Shan Kaiquan looked as though he had seen a savior, only to see Yang Sheng fold her arms and say calmly, "Keep playing."
Shan Kaiquan froze for a moment, then understood. Yang Sheng was surely planning to study the other man's style first so she could deal with it.
After picking up the ball, Shan Kaiquan exchanged a few more shots with the old man.
After watching several rounds, Yang Sheng found that the old man's play was loose and unstructured. Still, the way he moved at the instant he returned the ball did carry the air of an expert.
"Can you do it?" Tang Fu asked. She was quite good at ping-pong herself and had a sharp eye.
"Not necessarily." Yang Sheng stepped onto the court and replaced Shan Kaiquan.
Seeing a young girl come over, the skinny old man chuckled. "Called in reinforcements?"
"Don't underestimate her," Shan Kaiquan shouted. "Her ping-pong skills are among the best at our school."
The short, stocky old man beside him snickered. "Last time, there was a college student who'd won a city ping-pong award. Guess what happened to him?"
With someone feeding him lines and setting up his glorious exploits, the skinny old man immediately straightened his expression, clasped his hands behind his back, sharpened his gaze, and put on airs.
Tang Fu said, "He didn't respect the elderly or care for the young, so he ground you into the dirt?"
The skinny old man's expression stiffened. He looked toward the tall girl, displeased, yet it would have been beneath