Chapter 25: The Years of Wind

“Yameng, drink some water.”

“Xiaomeng, let me wipe your sweat.”

“Xiao Ru, Xiao Ru, this wave is not a loss.”

During the halftime break, Zou Yameng let her teammates surround her, but her mind was not on the court at all, but like a fallen leaf, she went back to the summer eight years ago along the river.

Little Lu Li sat down on the pillow angrily, his face was dirty, and he had a fight with another kid. Although Zou Yameng was only one year older than him, she was as steady as her sister. Before she could speak, little Lu Li started yelling.

“I don’t accept it! I don’t accept it!”

Zou Yameng took off his dirty short-sleeved shirt for him, went to the toilet to get a basin of water, and asked: “What are you dissatisfied with? Who messed with you again?”

“He is only two years older than me, bigger than me, and serves more powerfully than me, otherwise I would definitely catch it!”

“What?”

“Ball.”

“What ball?”

“Ping-pong.”

Zou Yameng rubbed Xiao Lu Li’s face with a towel and said with a smile: “Wipe your body, it’s so dirty. When did you learn to play table tennis?”

“I started last week.” Xiao Lu Li was still well-behaved in front of his sister, but his mouth was so pouty that a kettle could be hung on it, “I’m so angry!”

That day, the sun was shining outside the window and the cicadas were chirping. She still remembered that the toilet bucket was too full and wasted three cents of water. That was Zou Yameng’s first contact with table tennis. She practiced for a month just to vent her brother’s anger, and then easily taught the big boy who was still running a nose a lesson in the admiring eyes of her brother.

It’s hard to say whether she fell in love with this sport at the beginning, and even for many years to come, she didn’t know whether she would continue on this path.

But at this moment, she clearly felt that she loved table tennis, just as she loved Lu Li. It was not the love of a sister for her brother, but the love of a wife for her husband. Only at this moment when her brain was almost blank could she look directly into her heart. She loved this sport, hoped to win, and hoped to achieve something. She hoped that she could stand in front of her brother with a racket in her hand, proudly, like eight years ago, and tell him “everything is up to me!”.

Zou Yameng simply wiped the sweat off her face and left the rest area without saying a word.

“Xiaomeng ... is she okay? Her eyes are so scary.”

“Should, should be okay.”

He Ping met Zou Yameng’s eyes, rarely showing a trace of surprise. If Zou Yameng was an indomitable tiger before, she is now a desperate wolf. Her desire for victory is revealed without any disguise, adding a bit of wild charm to this beauty.

Perhaps only He Ping can understand such eyes immediately, because she has also gone through this stage. From the stage of wanting to win at all costs, to now “having a reason to win”. The former is a lone wolf wandering aimlessly in the wilderness, and the latter is a lion ruling a group of lions. There is a difference in the realm between the two.

“Just like this, you can’t beat me.” He Ping’s words were very light.

The third game begins.

Zou Yameng’s play style is more radical. She abandoned defense and continued to attack. Even if she didn’t make many achievements, she would consume He Ping’s physical strength. This is an extremely despicable tactic. There was a slight sigh from the audience, and it was obvious that they were not optimistic about Zou Yameng’s behavior.

Facing such Zou Yameng, He Ping was still as calm as an old monk. Her movements were faster than before, trying to crush her again at the physical level. But this time, He Ping met her opponent. The only thing that Zou Yameng was not inferior to He Ping was physical fitness. Seven minutes and twelve seconds after the start of the third game, Zou Yameng finally scored the first point, and the score came to 5:1.

This was the first point, the first point Zou Yameng got in today’s game, and finally got rid of the bad luck of being shut out.