Billiards: Starting with the Overlord's Shot, Dominating the World

Seeing Fan Zhengyang's Ferrari arrive, Grandpa Zhang's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand with a booming voice: "Play the music, keep dancing! Welcome our champion home!"

"Dong dong qiang! Dong dong qiang!"

In an instant, the sounds of gongs, drums, suonas, and firecrackers filled the air, creating a scene reminiscent of Chinese New Year.

Fan Zhengyang stopped the car with a mix of amusement and exasperation. As soon as he opened the car door, he was overwhelmed by a wave of enthusiasm.

"Xiao Yang! The champion is back!"

"Let Aunt Wang take a look! Oh my, it's getting more and more vibrant!"

"Xiaoyang, you're the pride of our neighborhood now! Who will dare call this a 'slum' anymore?"

Fan Zhengyang was surrounded by people, feeling like a giant panda being watched.

He finally managed to squeeze out of the crowd, and Grandpa Zhang approached him with a smug look on his face.

"How about it, kid? Pretty impressive, right?" He patted his chest. "I, Old Zhang, organized this myself! Our neighborhood champions have to have some class!"

"That's really kind of you, way too kind of you." Fan Zhengyang said with a wry smile, "Uncle Zhang, you're making it seem like you're welcoming an Olympic champion."

"That's only a matter of time!" Old Zhang glared. "With your skills, making it to the city team, the provincial team, and the national team is a sure thing! Then I'll change this banner to 'Warmly congratulate World Champion Comrade Fan Zhengyang on returning home!'"

Looking at this lovable yet vain old man, Fan Zhengyang felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He finally managed to escape the overly enthusiastic neighbors and return to his own doorstep.

Before even entering the house, I could hear bursts of hearty laughter coming from inside.

He pushed open the door and saw that the house was also packed with people.

In the living room sat several leaders from the Municipal Sports Bureau whom he had only seen on television, all smiles as they spoke to his parents.

His father, Fan Jianguo, an honest factory technician who had spent most of his life working hard, was standing tall with his back straight, holding a teacup, and the pride he felt for his son's success was impossible to hide.

His mother, Wang Xiulan, shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, serving tea and water, cutting fruit, and her smile never faded.

Upon seeing Fan Zhengyang return, everyone in the room jumped up at once.

"Oh! Xiao Yang's back!" A chubby leader at the head of the group strode forward, warmly shaking Fan Zhengyang's hand. "I'm the deputy director of the Municipal Sports Bureau. On behalf of the bureau, I congratulate you! Well done! Absolutely fantastic! You've brought glory to our Blue Ocean City!"

"This child is truly a treasure of our Blue Ocean City!" another leader echoed.

Fan Zhengyang was a little bewildered by the scene and could only smile politely and say, "You flatter me, sir."

What he didn't expect was yet to come.

After seeing off the leaders from the Sports Bureau, the school principal and homeroom teacher arrived together, bringing gifts and an official document commending him. They showered him with praise and announced that the school would award him the title of "Outstanding Student," and his photo would be displayed on the school's honor wall, alongside those top students who were admitted to Tsinghua and Peking Universities.

No sooner had the school leaders left than the doorbell rang again.

When he opened the door, he saw several men and women standing there who looked familiar to Fan Zhengyang, but whose names he couldn't quite place.

"Hey, nephew! Do you still remember your second uncle?" A middle-aged man with a beer belly squeezed in without saying a word, carrying a carton of milk.

"Xiaoyang, I'm your great-aunt's cousin! I even held you when you were little! You've grown so much, such a handsome young man!" A middle-aged woman with curly hair and a beaming smile joined in.

Fan Zhengyang's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He knew from the original owner's memories that these so-called "relatives" were nowhere to be seen during the most difficult times for their family.

When his parents asked them for money to treat the original owner's illness, they all cried poverty and ran away faster than anyone else.

Now that they see he's become famous and valuable, they're all eagerly trying to get close to him.

It's so realistic... it's disgusting.

"Nephew, I heard you've made something of yourself now, caught the eye of a big boss, getting a million a year?" The second uncle rubbed his hands together, asking with a fawning expression. "Look, your second uncle is a little short on cash lately, could you... lend me a hundred or twenty thousand to tide me over?"

"Yes, yes, Xiaoyang, your cousin is getting married soon, but he's short of a down payment. As his older brother, shouldn't you help him out?" Auntie chimed in, adding her own encouragement.

This kind of attitude made Fan Zhengyang feel nauseous.

Before he could speak, his father, Fan Jianguo, a man who had been honest his whole life, suddenly stood up.

He shielded Fan Zhengyang behind him, looked at the group of "relatives" before him, his face darkened, and his voice, though not loud, was unusually firm:

"The money my son earned was all earned through his own hard work, and every single penny was clean."

"You know what our family was like before. And it's still the same now. We don't owe you anything, and you can't take anything from us."

"You've had your tea and seen the person. Take care, and don't bother seeing me off!"

After saying that, he opened the door and made a "please" gesture.

The faces of those relatives instantly turned a deep purplish-red. They never expected that Fan Jianguo, who was usually so easy to talk to, would be so disrespectful today.

They muttered a few sarcastic remarks about how "once you've made it big, you don't even recognize your own family," and then slunk away.

After closing the door, Fan Jianguo let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. He turned around, looked at his son, and his eyes were filled with unprecedented love and determination.

"Son, don't pay them any mind. From now on, with your dad around, no one will dare to bully you."

Looking at his father's no longer upright back, Fan Zhengyang felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He knew that his rise not only changed his own destiny, but also allowed this honest man, who had lived an honest life, to stand up straight for the first time and learn to say "no."

And this change is only just beginning.

In the following days, the threshold of Fan Zhengyang's house was almost worn down by the crowds.

His father, Fan Jianguo, suddenly became a celebrity at the factory.

The factory director personally spoke with him, showing concern and care, and immediately decided to promote him from an ordinary technician to deputy workshop director.

Although he was just a minor leader, for Fan Jianguo, who had spent his entire life working at the grassroots level, this was already an immense honor.

His mother, Wang Xiulan, went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. The older women selling vegetables would rush to give her two extra scallions, and would keep praising her, saying, "Sister-in-law, you are so lucky to have given birth to such a successful champion son."

Fan Zhengyang himself thoroughly enjoyed the decadent life of "staying at home like a lord".

He declined all unnecessary social engagements, citing the need for rest and recuperation in preparation for the city team's training camp.

My daily life consists of eating, sleeping, playing games, and... being brutally defeated by various expert players in the system's "virtual training space".

You have been defeated by the "Dragon Team" 11-1.

You have been defeated by Zang Jike 11-2.

You have been defeated by "Fan Dong" 11:1...

Although he was tortured terribly, Fan Zhengyang enjoyed it.

Because every time he was beaten, he could clearly feel that his skills and awareness were improving at an alarming rate.

His proficiency in various skills is soaring, and his understanding of the "Hexagonal God of War Template" is becoming increasingly profound.

The wildly popular online book, "Table Tennis: From the Overlord's Slam to Global Domination," is a heartfelt work by author September Blossoms.