For a child with a little talent, beating Wang Xun was no easy feat, but it was hardly unheard of.
But for that same child to beat Huang Hao was another matter entirely.
He had played table tennis for twenty years and had only retired from the Provincial Team a few years earlier.
Talent like Huang Hao's was rare even on the Provincial Team. If he kept training steadily and developed his gifts, making the National Team was not impossible. He might even have a slim chance of competing in the Olympic Games someday.
And a genius like that had been utterly demolished by a little brat who did not even know the proper stance for putting power into a shot?
Was that even a child?
More like some immortal!
"Come on, tell me one at a time."
Teacher Liu took a deep breath and had his students recount everything that had just happened, exactly as it had unfolded from beginning to end.
A short while later, Teacher Liu had sorted out the whole sequence of events.
He took Wang Xun's paddle and assumed Zhou Cheng's earlier stance at the table.
"Yes, Teacher Liu! That's exactly how that kid stood!"
Wang Xun gestured from the side, confirming it.
Teacher Liu nodded, then sent Wang Xun to the other side to try to recreate their match.
Wang Xun obediently served a standard Forehand Underspin, and Teacher Liu flicked his wrist to return the ball.
Wang Xun returned it with ease. After they exchanged a few rallies, Teacher Liu raised a hand to signal a stop.
He shook out his slightly stiff wrist, his brow furrowing even deeper.
"Teacher Liu, you're no good! It doesn't sound right at all!"
Wang Xun was still shouting without a care.
Teacher Liu shot him an