If you are asked to take charge of the specialty class, how can you become a top student?

Chapter 1078 Seedling?

Coach Li didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “If you don’t believe it, you will know if you try it yourself.”

"Okay, I'll go over and have a look."

The old curator was full of disbelief and followed Coach Li to Wang Lebang.

"Xiao Wang, this is the director of our training hall, surnamed Sun." Coach Li said quickly.

"Hello, Director Sun!" Wang Lebang greeted.

After shaking hands, Director Sun smiled: "Xiao Wang, can I play two games with the old man?"

Wang Lebang didn't think too much and nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Wang Lebang was about to serve, Coach Li quickly whispered in Director Sun's ear: "Old Director, you have to work hard, otherwise you won't be able to hit it back!"

"Okay, okay, I see."

Director Sun didn't take it to heart.

How powerful can a ping pong ball be?

"Xiao Wang, serve!"

"it is good!"

Wang Lebang served quickly, and Director Sun opened up his posture, predicted the landing point and then swung his backhand.

Snapped!
As expected, the racket also came out of hand, which made Director Sun confused.

Coach Li on the side shrugged, "I've warned you before, you still don't believe me?"

"Hey! Xiao Wang's ball is interesting! Come again!"

Curator Sun picked up the racket and became serious instantly.

Wang Lebang served again, and as expected, he could only force the ball to fly away and could not return it at all.

This moment stimulated Director Sun's pride.

He has been on the court for decades and won numerous awards, but now he can't even deal with a young man?
"Come, come again!"

As soon as Coach Li saw it, he knew that Director Sun was preparing to confront Wang Lebang today.

After all, Director Sun is usually very face-conscious and cannot afford to lose.

"drink!"

"what!"

After a while, Director Sun's roars and roars continued to be heard in the huge stadium, causing many people to cast curious glances.

Normally I don't see Director Sun working so hard, so they all came together, and after a while, many people were surrounding him.

Wang Lebang finally realized that he had used too much force, using almost [-]% of his strength.

He is here to help gather the number of people, not to ruin the place.

When I served again, I deliberately suppressed the force, but it just couldn't pass the net.

Three consecutive serves either failed to pass the net or failed to pass.

Obviously, once his strength is withdrawn, Wang Lebang will not fight at all.

Curator Sun was unhappy when he saw it, and said quickly: "No, you have lost your strength on the ball. Don't let me go, just serve the ball with the same force as before!"

"Xiao Wang, the greatest respect you can show to your enemy is to go all out on the field!"

Wang Lebang was slightly startled.

"okay, I get it!"

Wang Lebang continued to serve.

Everyone watching around felt their scalps numb.

How powerful is this ball!

All the balls were knocked out.

Seeing the anxious look of the old gymnast, the coaches around looked at each other.

People who know the old curator know very well that the old curator must be extremely aggrieved now, and they can't help but gloat about his misfortune.

On weekdays, they often receive lessons from the old curator. Today, seeing the old curator deflated, everyone felt extremely relieved.

After a long while, the old curator was sweating profusely and panting.

"Okay, okay..." The old curator hurriedly waved his hand: "After all, I am old and can't fight anymore. Let's stop here today!"

"Yes!"

Wang Lebang stopped quickly.

The old curator glanced around and felt furious.

Look at my joke, right?

"Xiao Wang, do you want to have a friendly match with all the coaches in our training hall?"

"I don't have any objections..." Hmm! ?

The coaches watching the show suddenly felt numb.

The old curator is too shady!
It's okay for you to suffer, why did you drag us along?

The old gym director blew the whistle without saying a word: "Coaches gather!"

Boy, this is serious!

A group of coaches suddenly gathered reluctantly, and under the solemn gaze of the old gymnast, they went up one by one to suffer.

Unconsciously, I stayed in the table tennis hall for more than an hour.

Wang Lebang felt that he was really bored and wanted to go out and catch people. Staying here felt like it was a waste of time. He quickly put down his racket and said to the old curator: "Director Sun, I have something else to do. Can I leave?"

A group of coaches suddenly felt like they had been granted amnesty.

After fighting for so long, many people's hands were numb, but Wang Lebang still seemed to be fine.

"Okay, okay!" the old curator said hurriedly: "Let's go, let's see you off!"

The old curator personally delivered Wang Lebang to the gate, and he was quite enthusiastic.

"Xiao Wang, you are a good seedling!"

"Are you interested in playing table tennis specifically? Which school are you attending now?"

Hearing this, he knew that the old curator had taken a liking to Wang Lebang.

Wang Lebang is so talented that it would be a pity not to play table tennis.

But before he could finish speaking, Wang Lebang suddenly paused and subconsciously looked towards the street.

coming!

"Well, old curator, we'll talk about it next time! I'm leaving first!"

Before the old curator could react, Wang Lebang had already run away.

The old curator was completely confused.

This child is so impatient, at least he wants to hear what he has to say!

Director Sun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he turned around and returned to his office.

He opened the drawer and took out Yunnan Baiyao and sprayed it on his already red and swollen right hand. As soon as he rubbed it, he gasped in pain.

"hiss……"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Old curator, it's me, Xiao Li!"

Director Sun quickly put away the Yunnan Baiyao and then said: "Come in!"

Coach Li walked into the room and immediately smelled a familiar smell. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Old curator..."

"what?"

"Borrow me Yunnan Baiyao..." Coach Li stretched out his slightly blue tiger's mouth and said depressedly: "It's all purple..."

Director Sun glared at Coach Li angrily before taking out the Yunnan Baiyao: "It's worthless..."

Coach Li rolled his eyes, I smelled the medicine, how dare you accuse me?
"Old curator, what did the child say?"

"The kid ran away before I finished speaking."

Coach Li was stunned: "Run...Run!? What a good seedling!"

"What can I do?" Director Sun shrugged: "I guess that child is not interested in playing table tennis."

"It's a pity...it's a pity..."

Coach Li couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

On the street, young people are still handing out leaflets.

Anyway, you get angry when you see people, and if you can win over anyone, you can count on it, even if you go there to join in the fun.

After a while, I saw two little girls again.

And they all wear sporty outfits.

Um! ?

Another potential user.

The young man immediately walked up, stopped the two little girls, and handed the flyers over.

"It doesn't hurt to go over and give it a try. Just take a tour and think of it as doing your brother a favor, okay?"

"Xiaoxiao, it feels a bit interesting!"

"Come on, let's go in and take a look."

(End of this chapter)