Chapter 27: Shout

Lu Li sat in the security room, watching the live broadcast on TV, took a bottle of iced black tea handed by the security uncle, and said thank you. After all, he was a minor and would not be troubled. The security guard only registered his name, address and phone number, and let him stay in the security room until the end of the game. This is a good thing. The security room has air conditioning and soft sofas, which is a hundred times better than the hot audience seats.

“Is that your sister?” Don’t be fooled by the security uncle’s face full of flesh, he is actually the father of three daughters and a gentle old man. “She is very good. Watching her play makes me feel emotional.”

Zou Yameng has always been very charming. Perhaps it is because of her confidence, perhaps it is because of her strength, or perhaps it is because of her hard work. There are always groups of people supporting her.

“She has always been the best.” Lu Li said proudly. This is not flattery. In the previous life, the sister’s achievements were finally higher than He Ping. For some reason, He Ping, who was originally smooth sailing, retired after a year and eventually failed to get a world ranking.

“You siblings have a good relationship.” The security uncle curled up on the sofa, “Unlike the three girls in my family, who quarreled every day when they came home from college during the holidays, and didn’t clean up the house every day. The three girls’ rooms are like doghouses.”

Doghouse ... Lu Li didn’t know many sloppy girls, and Chen Jianing was one of them. In his previous life, he and Chen Jianing were typical of a relationship where they met each other after fighting. Both of them were independent game producers and competitors. At the beginning, they were spitting and playing opposite roles on various social platforms every day. Lu Li thought that the person he was online with was a rough man. In fact, Chen Jianing was indeed a rough man. She did not regard herself as a woman.

Thinking too far ahead, I may not know Chen Jianing in this life.

The live broadcast was playing the wonderful replay of the previous game. Zou Yameng and He Ping played against each other in the middle and long distance. The two sides fought for dozens of rounds, and finally ended with Zou Yameng’s explosive drive. The commentator was giving an impassioned speech, praising Zou Yameng without hesitation, saying that she was “as graceful as a startled swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon”. Lu Li felt that his sister would not like such a description.

He also did not think that it was his credit that Sister Yameng could reverse the decline. It was Zou Yameng who stood on the court, and it was Zou Yameng who worked hard and sweated. He just pushed Sister Yameng when she was confused. He looked at the heroic woman in the picture, his eyes full of relief and pride, just like the elementary school students were required to write an essay “My Family”, he proudly and eagerly read “My Sister”. Look, that’s Zou Yameng, my omnipotent sister.

The sixth game started. He Ping was already sweating profusely. She licked her dry lips, stood on the court, and confronted Zou Yameng again. The ten-minute break was still too short. She could feel her lungs dry and smoking, and the smell of rust came out of her throat, which was the smell of blood.

She saw Zou Yameng walking out surrounded by the girls of the Chuanhai team, her eyes moved slightly, and a trace of bitterness surged in her heart. She was the only player in Jindonglai, and there was no one to support her. No, it should have been. It should have been. A kind of jealousy that shouldn’t have appeared in her heart, making her hand holding the ball exposed.

The sixth game can only be described in one word.

Tragic.

Just like the hand-to-hand combat in ancient wars, even corpses had to be dragged up to be used as shields. The score between the two sides was very close. Both He Ping and Zou Yameng’s physical strength declined significantly. He Ping’s strength became weaker and weaker, and Zou Yameng’s change of direction became slower and slower. The commentator dared not predict the situation anymore, because at this point, no one could guess the direction of the game.

Everyone’s mind was moved by the small ping-pong ball, and they didn’t even want to blink, for fear of missing any move of the players.

When the referee blew the whistle, Zou Yameng excitedly raised her hands. Twelve to fourteen, she won the third game with a slight advantage, and the shocking reversal of three to four was just around the corner! There was a noisy discussion from the audience, and Zou Yameng felt like she was in a dream. She had to do it, and she had to succeed! If this was a dream, please let her never wake up.

Although He Ping still had a blank expression on her face, the sweat beads on her forehead revealed that her heart was not calm. A fear she had never experienced before gripped her heart, causing her to breathe rapidly, with less oxygen in and more out - the fear of failure. She had never thought that she would fail when facing her peers, and that others would always be chasing her back, but this time she could see that Zou Yameng had surpassed her by one body position!

Three wins against three wins! Match point, deciding game!

At this tense moment, He Ping suddenly thought of her parents. She began to hate them, complaining why they didn’t even come to watch such an important game, why was she the only one fighting alone? She was a little dazed, as if she saw the scene of her childhood, why did she play table tennis?

She remembered. Because the school required each student to sign up for an interest class, other students signed up for art, music, writing, handicrafts ... but she didn’t know anything, and her father said that she had lost face for the intellectual family and that she only knew how to study hard. In order not to disappoint her father, she chose table tennis, just because the physical education teacher said politely: “You play OK, practice more.”