Chapter 97： Playing table tennis with Southland

What Wang Zheng hates most is the southern country, and it's that kind of particularly arrogant southern country!

And this young southern country is not only arrogant, but also cowardly in front of so many people! It's okay that Wang Zheng didn't see that, but now that he sees it, he naturally wants to teach him a lesson.

Of course, the lesson he said was not to beat the opponent. Although he wanted to do that, he even wanted to use table tennis to beat his face back!

So he walked towards that southern country.

That Nanguo is indeed very arrogant. After finishing talking about that Cici, he was not afraid of people rushing up to beat him, instead he looked around provocatively!

But he didn't expect that someone would actually come forward.

When he saw that the other party was wearing a mask on his face, he couldn't help but sneered, and said in a very blunt Oriental language: "You all say that you Orientals like to hide your head and show your tail. I really saw it today."

After Wang Zheng heard this, he was also exasperated. Is this kid mentally disabled? Wearing a mask is called hiding the head and showing the tail?

So he sneered at each other: "It is said that people in the southern country are brain-disabled. I finally saw it today. Oh no, no, you are not a brain-disabled. You are insulted by saying that you are a brain-disabled.

Nanguo's face suddenly turned ugly when he heard the words, and he coldly snorted: "Humph! As expected, all of you Orientals like to curse!"

"Swearing? Have I ever?" Wang Zheng showed a look of stunned expression, then pointed to the crowd around him, and said: "Have I ever scolded him?"

"No!"

The people around shouted immediately.

They had heard that Southern Kingdom insulted their Orientals before, and now they are naturally favoring Wang Zheng.

Nanguo's face suddenly turned blue and red when he saw it, and he didn't expect these people to open their eyes and talk nonsense.

And he also discovered that, in terms of bickering, he definitely couldn't match Wang Zheng. Let alone how poisonous the other party's mouth is, he fell short because of language problems.

At the moment, he stopped talking about what was just now, but looked at Wang Zheng and said, "What do you mean by coming out? Do you want to find a place for that cowardly little girl?"

Hearing the words cowardly again, Wang Zheng laughed, smiling very coldly, and stopped quarreling with the other party, but said straightforwardly: "Yes! Do you dare to make a round? "

Hearing this, Na Nan Guo laughed too. Although he had just played a few games with Na Cici, his physical strength was still very good.

And he came here today for the purpose of torturing the Orientals, so naturally he would not refuse: "Okay! When do you want to fight?"

Wang Zheng just wanted to speak, but at this moment, Cici, who had lost the game before, ran over quickly, pulled his sleeves and said, "Big brother, you don't want to play against him, you can't beat him."

"Oh?" Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly this Cici would say so.

Cici seemed to know the details of the opponent, and immediately said: "This person is Park Zhisung, a member of the Southland Table Tennis Reserve Team. He came here on purpose to provoke. Although he is not a professional player, he is very close."

"The table tennis reserve team of Nanguo?" Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows, and then he laughed. He couldn't tell. Nanguo still has some origins. That's right, it will be more pleasant to be abused!

So he patted that Cici's little head and said, "It's okay, let's see how your brother abuses him!"

When Cici heard this, she was anxious, and quickly looked at the referee who was aside.

The referee frowned, walked over, and looked at Wang Zheng, "Are you a player?"

It is obvious that if you are not a player, you cannot compete with other players.

But Pu Zhisung smiled coldly and said: "I don't care, I just came to play anyway."

In fact, he deliberately made trouble, and never thought of winning the championship, because he also knew that in this game, there were many non-professional people in the East who were very close to professional players. For example, the Cici. There are a few teenagers not far away who come out to practice and play in the nickname.

So he knew that he would not be able to win the championship, and now that people who didn't know where they came from said he wanted to play against him, of course he would not refuse, but he was happy to do so.

And the referee seemed to know that Park Zhisung was here to make trouble, so naturally he would not let him succeed, and emphasized: "You are a contestant, and you have passed the first round of preliminaries now! Prepare for the second round!"

This is to tell Park Zhisung that you have no choice but to fight against others, because your opponent is another player who passed the preliminary round!

But who knows, Wang Zheng seems to be staring at the southern country, but he points to another table tennis table not far away.

This table is not used for this competition, but the equipment in this sports park is built with bricks. Although it can't be compared with the dedicated one, it will not be worse!

Upon seeing this, Park Zhisung was immediately happy, nodded and said: "Okay!"

As he said, he took his racket and table tennis and walked there first.

Wang Zheng didn't have a racket. He glanced at the Cici who was still holding the corner of his clothes, and patted the other's head and said, "Little sister, can you lend me your racket?"

"You still don't want to go." Cici didn't want to see Wang Zheng being abused, and dragged Wang Zheng by the corner of his clothes.

Wang Zheng was a little helpless by her, so he smiled and said, "It's only a southern country. I tortured him to death every minute, believe me."

Seeing Wang Zheng's confident smile, Cici didn't know what was going on, she nodded subconsciously, released the little hand that was holding the corner of his clothes, and handed her racket to Wang Zheng.

After Wang Zheng took it, he rubbed the opponent's head again, "You come to be the referee." As he said, he took her little hand and walked towards the southern country!

When some people around saw this, they all watched.

"I'll serve you first." Park Zhi Chong had already waited impatiently, and threw the table tennis ball to Wang Zheng, his eyes full of disdain.

"I serve? All right!" The corner of Wang Zheng's mouth under the mask suddenly evoked a playful smile, and then glanced at the Cici.

Cici felt helpless and immediately announced the start.

The next moment, Wang Zheng will serve.

But this serve was soft and weak.

Upon seeing this, Park Zhisung almost laughed, feeling just a layman.

So he immediately swung the table tennis back!

However, at the next moment, Wang Zheng swung the bat fast like lightning, and only heard a "bang". The ping pong ball was like a bullet, and it landed on the table with a swish. Then he wiped Pu Zhisung's face and flew out, without even a chance to react!

Score: 1: 0

The people around couldn't help but stunned.

Cici was also in a daze.

The uncle who talked to Wang Zheng before was also in a daze.

Compared with the previous serve, the scored goal is totally different, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that Wang Zheng is a master!

Nanguo Park Zhisung can also see that Wang Zheng is definitely not an amateur. Just the ball just now can be compared to a professional one!

And he also suddenly realized that Wang Zheng's soft kick-off was actually playing him, and his face was very ugly!

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