He Jianjun still didn't know that his opponent was the only person in Ten Miles Team whom nobody could defeat. He seriously followed Wang Dong for five minutes, then was pushed to play like a duck being forced onto a perch.
He Jianjun was just seventeen this year, a time when young men are particularly competitive.
He thought to himself: even though he hadn't played table tennis before, he couldn't lose too badly!
So, he used full strength in his serve, and the round little white ball whooshed past Wang Dong's ear.
Wang Dong was confused, looking around, and asked the three spectators nearby: "What just whizzed by?"
Wen Lan: "Ball."
Wang Shumei: "You didn't catch it."
Lin Nianhe: "One to zero."
Wang Dong hurried to pick the ping pong ball from the dry grass, wiping the dust off and saying: "Why did it start all of a sudden? I wasn't ready!"
Wen Lan: "Shameless."
Wang Shumei: "Too shameless."
Lin Nianhe: "Utterly shameless."
