World Champion Pretending to Be a Passerby, Beaten by Me at the Age of Sixteen

Chapter 32

“Yuan Gao Lang is a bit too much.”

“Seeing his arrogant face, I can’t stand it anymore!”

“This guy is really well-developed and simple-minded. He doesn’t know how to be a human being at all.”

“5:0 is already very difficult to watch, I can’t imagine what it will be like 21:0…”

“Look at the table tennis team over there, your eyes are almost red. I’m afraid I won’t be able to get to 21:0 later, they will explode!!”

“What the hell did Coach Yu think? I don’t think he is still alive, so I don’t mean to panic at all.”

“It’s really going to happen, how can it end later…”

The young players of the badminton team are worried.

…

The game continues.

“6:0!”

“Hum! (ou)”

…

“7:0!”

“Hum!”

…

Listening to Yuan Gaolang’s louder roar, the young players of the National Badminton Team couldn’t help lowering their heads, as if to be obliterated by shame.

“This kid…” Yu Dinghong’s face also turned black.

There was an urge to sew Yuen Gao Lang’s mouth.

Seeing that the score was already 7:0, Yuen Gao Lang picked up the out-of-bounds badminton without any hassle.

There was a smug smile on his honest-looking face.

Looking at Su Zhe, he smiled and said: “Su Shen, don’t you like to shave people’s heads? Haha!! I don’t know how it will feel to be shaved later!!!”

“…”

The young players of the badminton team were stunned by Yuen Gao Lang’s cruel remarks, which were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Su Zhe’s expression was also cold.

The clay figurine still has three points of anger.

He has always been very gentle with people and things on weekdays.

But this does not mean that his character is cowardly.

If you don’t get angry after being ridden on your head, it’s really a brain problem.

Su Zhe could tell that Yuen Gao Lang really wanted to score 21:0 and shaved his head.

In order to prevent him from scoring, Yuan Gaolang did everything he could.

Backhand puts the ball in front of the net, hooks, lobs…

Deliberately pulling the near and far ball, using some dirty technique in front of the net.

While scoring, and also want to play him.

Su Zhe admits that Yuen Gao Lang is very strong.

But he is not without the power to fight back.

It’s just a bit expensive.

A small game, he felt a little unworthy.

However, at this moment, the words Yuen Gaolang said finally aroused Su Zhe’s anger.

He took a deep breath.

Don’t care about Yuen Gao Lang.

The personal panel was instantly called out in my mind.

【Host: Su Zhe

Age: 16

Physique: Top athlete

Skills: master table tennis, intermediate badminton

Backpack: physical recovery potion (large bottle)*2, state recovery potion (large bottle)*2, physical recovery potion (small bottle)*3, state recovery potion (small bottle)*3

Mood point: 837w (fraction omitted)

Physical state (red): 85

Competitive status (blue): 74】

The physical state is between 80-100, and the physical stamina is very abundant.

The competitive state is between 60-80, which is just a normal state.

Su Zhe did not hesitate, and made a decision in an instant.

Take a state restoration potion (large bottle).

Next second.

In the backpack, a state restoration potion (large bottle) worth 400,000 emotional points disappeared.

The blue bar in the competitive state is suddenly full.

The value has changed from 74 to 99.

Accompanied by a rapid increase in adrenal hormones.

Su Zhe’s state, blinked to the extreme excitement.

He named this state himself and called it the “overclocking state”!

In the overclocking state, Su Zhe’s blood flow speeds up all over the body.

The agility and aggressiveness of skills are greatly improved.

Can be 100% supernormal.

In the dark, Su Zhe had a feeling.

His strength, in this state, is infinitely close to the effect that [Advanced Badminton] can achieve.

This time.

When Yuen Gao Lang repeated his old tricks, he sent a high and far ball that fell near the bottom line and wanted to continue to use the method of pulling the far and near ball.

Su Zhe never gave him another chance.

Leaping high, his right arm stretched out to the front left, directly giving Yuen Gao Lang a shocking backhand shot!

A sound of hunting through the air echoed in the air.

This badminton is like a heavy artillery shell, slamming straight into the blind spot behind Yuen Gaolang.

“what!!!”

Yuen Gaolang’s pupils shrank.

Su Zhe was hit by surprise.

“7:1!”

Hearing the score, Yuan Gaolang’s face became ugly.

The desire to shave Su Zhe’s head was dashed.

His heart was full of unwillingness and anger.

Sidelines.