He Jianjun didn't know that he was facing the only person in the Shili brigade who could not be beaten by anyone. He followed Wang Dong very seriously for five minutes, and then he was chased into the rack and the fight started.
He Jianjun is just seventeen this year, which is when the young man is very competitive.
He thinks that although he has never played table tennis before, he can't lose too badly!
So he used 100% of his strength to serve, and the round white ball passed by Wang Dong's ear with a whoosh.
Wang Dong looked confused, looked around, and asked the three onlookers on the side: "What just flew by?"
Wen Lan: "Ball."
Wang Shumei: "You didn't catch it."
Lin Nianhe: "One to zero."
Wang Dong hurriedly picked up the ping pong ball from the hayfield, wiped the dust off the ball and said, "Why did it start all of a sudden? I'm not ready yet!"
Wen Lan: "Shameless."
Wang Shumei: "It's so shameless."
Lin Nianhe: "It's extremely shameless."
He Jianjun scratched his hair and said with a naive smile: "Then forget it, Brother Wang, let's fight again."
Wang Dong's face has been worn away these days. He dares to lose even to Xiao Tiezhu, so what else is there to talk about?
He said "Hmm" with a particularly serious expression. He bent over and turned sideways, throwing the ball high, as if he wanted to serve a forehand high throw.
Then, he didn't catch it himself.
"What flew over again?"
Wen Lan: "It's the ball again."
Wang Shumei: "I didn't catch it again."
Lin Nianhe: "Another one to zero."
He Jianjun looked at him blankly: "Brother Wang, you don't have to let me go, let's just play normally."
Wang Dong: "..."
Wang Shumei chuckled and said to him: "Don't misunderstand, he didn't let you."
Lin Nianhe nodded: "Don't doubt it, your brother Wang is very good at making the results look effortless after exerting all his strength."
"ah?"
He Jianjun didn't understand.
It's not difficult to hit the ball.
He just learned it and he knows it well.
He stood there holding the racket, bewildered.
Wen Lan's hands were itchy, so she stepped forward and grabbed the racket from Wang Dong's hand, waving her hand away: "Go aside, I'll play."
Wang Dong was dissatisfied: "What are you doing? You want me to play?"
"I am a physical education teacher, so I have to practice more!" Wen Lan said confidently, "I will have to teach students in the future!"
Principal Wu has already assigned them the service subjects.
The current primary school has only five grades. Lin Nianhe is responsible for Chinese and arithmetic in the first grade and serves as the first grade teacher;
Wang Xue is responsible for Chinese language for the second and third grade students and serves as the second grade class teacher;
Miao Hongqi is responsible for the arithmetic of the second and third grade students and serves as the class teacher of the third grade students;
Wang Shumei is responsible for the arithmetic of the fourth and fifth grade students and serves as the fourth grade class teacher;
Wang Dong is in charge of Chinese language for the fourth and fifth grade students and serves as the class teacher for the fifth grade students.
The village primary school implements teacher follow-up, and the fifth-grade class teacher will take care of the first grade in the next semester after the students graduate.
Wen Lan was sixth in grade and was responsible for physical education and labor classes. In primary schools in rural areas, labor classes teach children about farming in a serious manner, so it makes sense for Wen Lan, an educated youth who is best at working, to take over the class. Physical education classes are simpler, just take the children to run and jump and play a dozen table tennis games.
It's just that the music class is a bit troublesome. Originally, Principal Wu wanted Wen Lan to take over the music class, but something went wrong——
Wen Lan can't sing. In other words, her singing is difficult to listen to.
Principal Wu has an accordion, but Wen Lan doesn't know how. Wang Xue has a flute, but Wen Lan doesn't know how to play it either.
Principal Wu and Wang Xue both tried to teach her, but Wen Lan really couldn't learn it.
So, Principal Wu took over the music class himself.
The principal is like a brick, move it wherever it is needed.
Under the leadership of Principal Zhuan, everyone has recently been concentrating on the subjects they are responsible for, studying textbooks and arranging the teaching process, especially Wen Lan.
She is the second person after Wang Dong who is passionate about table tennis. The two of them have specially set a time for this purpose - ten minutes each, and they take turns to play.
But she is different from Wang Dong. Wang Dong can't be beaten by anyone, and Wen Lan can't be beaten by anyone.
Two people who work in opposite directions get the same result - no one in the whole team likes to play with them.
Many people are trying to get the two of them to play together so they don't have to ruin others.
But Wen Lan disliked Wang Dong's food and refused to fight with him.
Now that he met He Jianjun who didn't know the truth, how could Wen Lan let him go?
As a result, He Jianjun was miserable.
He had just scored two points in vain, and now he finally knew how to play serious table tennis.
Wang Shumei: "It's too cruel."
Lin Nianhe: "It's too cruel."
Wang Dong: "Twenty-eight to one."
Only then did Lin Nianhe realize that Wen Lan had already scored twenty-eight points.
This is impossible in a serious table tennis match, but they just play casually, and it is more convenient to count directly.
"Twenty-eight to two!"
Wang Dong suddenly became excited and jumped up and down cheering for He Jianjun.
Lin Nianhe looked at He Jianjun in surprise.
Most people will be frustrated or exhausted after being beaten like this, and it is normal to give up.
But He Jianjun was still fighting, playing very seriously.
Sweat streaked across his face, his face was a little red, and his breathing rate was much faster.
But his eyes were bright as he stared at the ball, getting brighter and brighter.
"Twenty-nine to two."
"Twenty-nine to three!"
"Thirty to three."
"Thirty to four!"
"..."
"Nianhe, tell me, was Xiaolan that good when he first started playing?" Wang Shumei asked Lin Nianhe softly.
Lin Nianhe shook his head: "I don't remember, but I know that if we fight him now, we will definitely lose."
The two of them are, in Wen Lan's words, a little better than Wang Dong, but only a little bit better.
Wang Xue, who had already boiled water and came back to watch, said: "But he still can't beat Wen Lan, the difference is so many points."
"Not necessarily." Lin Nianhe shook his head, "Sister Lan is tired."
How big is the physical difference between women and men?
This will have different results depending on the individual, but judging from the current situation, Wen Lan is indeed the more tired one.
Moreover, the duration of a round is visibly lengthened to the naked eye.
If calculated according to the rules of the game, Wen Lan has already scored a lot of points, but if he wins three out of five games, He Jianjun will most likely win.
Lin Nianhe tugged on Wang Shumei's sleeve: "Why don't you stop them?"
Wang Shumei frowned slightly and nodded: "Stop me, I feel like I'm getting angry."
"you go?"
"Don't make trouble, Xiaolan will whip me."
Lin Nianhe clicked his tongue and patted Wang Dong's shoulder: "Hey, they've been fighting for so long, it's your turn, right?"
Wang Dong was obsessed with counting and saw a few catching techniques that he thought he could do. When he heard Lin Nianhe's words, he immediately remembered them.
"That's right! It's agreed to be ten minutes per person!"
Wang Dong rushed towards Wen Lan: "Come on, the time is up, it's my turn!"
Wen Lan missed the ball.
"Wang Dong! You want to die!"
The roar penetrated the clouds above the village school.
Several other girls looked at Lin Nianhe in unison, their eyes seeming to say: It has to be you!
Lin Nianhe silently took out a small red rope from his trouser pocket and tied it on his wrist with one hand very skillfully.
Then she turned to look at them and said confidently: "Why are you looking at me? Didn't you ask me to do this?"
(End of chapter)
