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

"Senior Zhang Mang, your strength is an advantage, but you can't rely solely on strength. Every time you charge forward, your arms are too stiff. You need to learn to use the 'whipping' feeling in your wrists to create rotation. Like this..."

Fan Zhengyang personally demonstrated, using seven-tenths of his strength to hit a topspin shot that was both spinning and powerful.

Zhang Mang practiced a few times, and although he was still quite clumsy, he could clearly feel that the ball he hit was much more threatening than before!

"Brother! You are my second parents!" Zhang Mang was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes, and he wished he could kowtow to Fan Zhengyang on the spot.

Gradually, Fan Zhengyang was always surrounded by a group of people.

Whether they are main players or substitutes, they all regard him as a "walking textbook" and a "free gold medal personal coach".

They would line up like elementary school students, holding their own game videos, asking him for "insights".

Fan Zhengyang, too, never kept anything to himself.

He possesses the most advanced billiards theories and techniques accumulated from another world, and with the aid of systematic analysis, he can always pinpoint each person's problems and provide the most effective solutions.

With his help, the training atmosphere of the entire city team became more enthusiastic than ever before, and the overall strength of the team members improved rapidly at a visible speed.

Coach Zhou Zhenhua was grinning from ear to ear at the sight of this thriving scene.

He knew he had struck gold!

What they found was not only a super genius who could bring honor to Blue Ocean City, but also a future master who could change the fate of the entire team!

In this process of "teaching and learning from each other," Fan Zhengyang's understanding of table tennis has reached a whole new level.

He enjoys the feeling of being trusted and relied upon by his teammates, and he enjoys the joy of leading everyone to become stronger together.

His magnanimous and unintentional demeanor, befitting a future master, is quietly emerging.

Since Fan Zhengyang used a "teaching match" to completely unify the thinking within the city team, he has been living a very comfortable life.

During the day, he is seen by his teammates as a "walking gold medal cheat code," enjoying the treatment of being the center of attention.

After training, he was once again the "winner in life," driving a Ferrari and occasionally having to deal with "surprise inspections" from two stunningly beautiful goddesses.

This life of "success on the court, success in love... well, a bright future" gave Fan Zhengyang the wonderful illusion that the time-traveling god had given him a VIP membership to the whole family.

However, this illusion was completely shattered one evening by a special tutoring session given by Coach Zhou Zhenhua.

After training that day, Zhou Zhenhua mysteriously called Fan Zhengyang to the VIP training room, which was not open to the public.

This training room is much smaller than the large venue outside, but its facilities are luxurious.

Holographic tactical projection, high-speed dynamic capture camera, intelligent ball-serving machine... all kinds of cutting-edge technology equipment are available.

"Coach, you've kept this a secret! Are you hiding a mistress?" Fan Zhengyang looked around curiously, like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden.

"Stop being so cheeky!" Zhou Zhenhua chuckled, taking a basket of brand-new match balls from the equipment cabinet and tossing it to Fan Zhengyang's feet. "Today, I'll personally feed you lots of balls. Let me see just how far you can go!"

Giving players special training and personally feeding them extra balls is the highest recognition and treatment a head coach can give them.

Fan Zhengyang immediately dropped his playful grin, his eyes becoming focused and sharp.

"Come on, coach!"

The next hour turned into Fan Zhengyang's personal performance show.

Zhou Zhenhua stood opposite the pool table, his hands moving like phantoms, sending each table ball with different spins, speeds, and landing points.

It is precisely delivered to each position on the table.

Fan Zhengyang, on the other hand, was like a tireless cheetah, maneuvering and turning behind the table tennis table.

His steps were as fast as lightning.

His reaction was like that of a ghost.

Every shot he makes carries the thunderous power of an "emperor's burst" and the unreasonable force of a "domineering twist"!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The small training room echoed with the explosive sound of a table tennis ball being struck with extreme force.

Sweat had already soaked through Fan Zhengyang's clothes, sliding down his angular face and glistening under the light.

After finishing a basket of balls, Zhou Zhenhua was panting heavily, while Fan Zhengyang's eyes were still frighteningly bright, as if he could fight another three hundred rounds!

"Pervert! What a little pervert!"

Zhou Zhenhua wiped his sweat, looking at Fan Zhengyang's terrifying physical strength and unfathomable technical reserves, cursing under his breath but smiling broadly.

He gestured for Fan Zhengyang to sit down and rest, then took out two bottles of chilled energy drinks from the refrigerator next to him and handed him one.

"Zhengyang!" Zhou Zhenhua took a sip of his drink, his tone suddenly turning serious. "Do you think, with your current strength, you still have any rivals in our Blue Ocean City?"

"Probably not, but it's hard to say. Who knows which hidden corner might be harboring a hidden master?" Fan Zhengyang thought for a moment and answered honestly.

"Probably not, but it's hard to say. Who knows which hidden corner might be harboring a hidden master?" Fan Zhengyang thought for a moment and answered honestly.

After all, he easily outmaneuvered even the city team's top player and the power king.

"Yes, that's true. Under normal circumstances, you have no rivals in Blue Ocean City." Zhou Zhenhua nodded, then changed the subject, "But what about the whole province? Where do you think you rank?"

"Well... it's hard to say, I've never fought one." Fan Zhengyang shook his head modestly.

"Let me tell you," Zhou Zhenhua's eyes deepened, "With the strength you've shown so far, you're absolutely in a league of your own among the younger generation in the entire province. Even if you were to play against those veteran mainstays of the provincial team, your chances of winning would be at least 50%."

"Am I that strong?" Fan Zhengyang himself was a little surprised.

"What do you think?" Zhou Zhenhua rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "You're a monster unlike any other! But..."

His tone turned serious again: "Never become arrogant or complacent because of this. Because your battlefield has never been in Blue Ocean City, nor in Blue Province. Your future lies in that vast, and more brutal sea of ​​stars!"

As he spoke, he pressed a button on the wall.

The holographic projection in the center of the training room lit up instantly, and a huge virtual Earth appeared in front of the two of them.

"Look here!" Zhou Zhenhua pointed to the other side of the earth, "The continent of Europe. Here lie three sleeping lions—the German Chariot, the Gallic Rooster, and the Vikings (Sweden)."

The holographic projection displayed information about several stern-faced white athletes.

"Germany's Dimitrij Ovtcharov, whose backhand is known as the 'Scourge of God,' is powerful enough to tear apart any defense. France's Simon Gauzy, whose shots are unpredictable, you never know where his next shot will go, is known as the 'Magician of Table Tennis.' And then there's Sweden's legendary veteran, the 'Evergreen' Waldner II, who, despite his age, still has experience and table tennis intelligence that would give any top player a headache."

Zhou Zhenhua's expression grew increasingly grave: "Each of these individuals possesses the ability to upset our Blue Country's competitors in world-class competitions. They are like dark clouds, constantly looming over us, impossible to shake off."

Then, he gestured with his finger to the two island nations next to the Blue Country.

"And here, in the land of cherry blossoms and the land of kimchi (South Korea). Their table tennis has developed to an almost 'crazy' stage."

On the projection screen appeared a group of young players with fervent eyes and a do-or-die playing style.