Liu Xian took another deep breath.
The two took turns serving.
Five minutes later, they switched ends of the table.
After another five minutes, Liu Xian finally waved a hand to stop.
Brutal. Utterly brutal. In all his years of playing table tennis, Liu Xian had never lost so badly.
Being demolished by a ten-year-old was certainly embarrassing, but the fervor in Liu Xian's eyes was almost frightening.
"Student Zhuang, I owe you an apology. You were absolutely right. You really are worth it!"
With so many people present, Liu Xian did not mention the refrigerator. By admitting his mistake and saying "worth it," he was naturally acknowledging that Zhou Cheng's ability was worth a refrigerator-and far more than that.
This child had practically been born to play table tennis.
With talent like this, even a provincial team would be beneath him, let alone a city team!
At just ten years old, he had already beaten an old hand like Liu Xian this badly. Liu Xian hardly dared imagine what he would be like in a few more years.
This is a future Olympian!
The thought trembled violently in his chest.
At that moment, he could think of nothing except hurrying to his superiors and asking them to increase the team's funding. Ideally, he would apply for a refrigerator outright.
A refrigerator in exchange for a national Youth Table Tennis champion, with so many people throughout the municipal sports bureau sharing in all that glory—it was worth it!
Liu Xian spoke solemnly. "Student Zhuang, I formally invite you to join the Su City Junior Table Tennis Team."
Before Zhou Cheng could say anything, he hurried on. "I'll consult my superiors about your conditions as soon as possible and give you an answer within a week. Until then, though, whether it