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

Coach Wei Gang's thunderous speech was like a deep-sea bomb detonating on the calm surface of the provincial team, its aftershocks lingering for a long time.

The atmosphere during the entire afternoon training session was unusually tense.

No one dared to point fingers at Fan Zhengyang anymore, and even when they looked at him, their eyes were filled with a sense of evasion and awe.

Gao Peng focused intently on his training the entire time, as if he wanted to break through the table tennis table, and didn't dare to glance at Fan Zhengyang again.

Fan Zhengyang was pleased with this outcome.

He liked this tranquility.

He knew that Wei Gang's move today, seemingly to stand up for him, was actually a warning shot, re-establishing the ironclad rule of strength above all else for the entire team.

And he just so happened to become the knife used to make an example of someone.

However, none of this mattered to him.

He remained immersed in his own world.

After Ba Wang Ning advanced to the expert level, he could clearly feel that every swing of his racket carried an invisible force. It was a penetrating power generated by the perfect fusion of strength and skill, enough to tear everything apart!

He's now eager to find an opponent to test just how sharp his "sharpened" weapon really is.

Of course, this is all on the premise that his bones, which are almost falling apart, can recover first.

The whistle blew to signal the end of training.

Fan Zhengyang dragged his tired body out of the training hall.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow of him. He stretched, and his bones seemed to crackle in protest.

"I'm exhausted..." He yawned, wondering whether he should just lie down and die that night or go to the infirmary to ask the team doctor for two plasters.

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

He took it out and saw a familiar name flashing on the screen—Ye Zhiwei.

"Feed? Weiwei?" Fan Zhengyang's voice carried a hint of surprise and languor.

"Is training over?" A girl's clear and melodious voice came from the other end of the phone, like a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream, instantly washing away his fatigue.

"Just finished, about to head back to my dorm to lie there like a corpse. What's up? Missed me?" Fan Zhengyang habitually started his banter.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a voice tinged with embarrassment and annoyance: "Stop being so conceited! Come out here right now, I'm at the main gate of your base."

"Huh?!" Fan Zhengyang jolted awake, instantly snapping back to reality. "You're at our door? You... what are you doing at Lan Jing?"

Lanhai City is a five-hour drive from Lanjing City, the provincial capital.

"You'll know when you get out, hurry up!" The girl said, then quickly hung up the phone, seemingly a little embarrassed.

Fan Zhengyang was completely confused, but a strange sense of anticipation welled up inside him.

Ignoring the soreness in his body, he quickened his pace and headed towards the base's main gate.

As he walked through the sycamore grove bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, he spotted that familiar figure in the distance.

Beside the metal gate of the base, engraved with "Fight for Glory," a girl stood gracefully.

She wore a simple white dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the evening breeze, like a gardenia untouched by the world.

Her long, smooth, jet-black hair was tied into a neat ponytail, swaying playfully from side to side as she looked around.

Her fair face, without any makeup, was more captivating than any elaborate styling. Her clear, doe-like eyes, filled with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation, searched around.

Beside her was a rather heavy-looking pink suitcase.

The last rays of the setting sun gently bathed her, gilding her silhouette with gold, making her as beautiful as a meticulously painted scroll.

For a moment, Fan Zhengyang's heart skipped a beat.

It is Ye Zhiwei.

The girl who always silently recorded his data, the girl who smiled more happily than anyone else when he won, and the girl who clumsily comforted him when he was down.

How did she end up here?

"Weiwei!" Fan Zhengyang called out and ran over quickly.

Upon hearing his voice, Ye Zhiwei turned her head sharply. The moment she saw him, her beautiful eyes lit up instantly, as if countless stars were ignited within them.

The slightly anxious look on her face instantly blossomed into a radiant smile that could outshine any flower.

"You're out!"

"Why did you come all by yourself? And dragging such a big suitcase?" Fan Zhengyang walked up to her, looking at her cheeks that were slightly red from the wind, feeling both sorry for her and amused.

"Come to school," Ye Zhiwei said matter-of-factly.

"Go to school? What kind of school?" Fan Zhengyang was even more confused.

Ye Zhiwei didn't answer directly. Instead, like a child showing off a treasure, she took out a beautifully made gold-embossed admission notice from her small bag and waved it in front of him.

Fan Zhengyang looked closely and saw several large, flamboyant characters printed at the very top of the notice:

[Lanjing University Admission Letter]

"Lanjing University?!" Fan Zhengyang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Lanjing University is a top-tier university that is on par with Tsinghua and Peking Universities and ranks among the top five in the entire country! It is an ivory tower that countless high school seniors would do anything to get into!

"You...you got into Lanjing University?!"

Fan Zhenyang then remembered that it had been the college entrance examination season not long ago. Because he had been away from school for so long, and was busy with various training and competitions, he had long forgotten about the college entrance examination.

"Hmm." Ye Zhiwei proudly raised her chin, like a proud little peacock, "Twenty-eighth in the whole province, isn't that amazing?"

"Holy crap! That's amazing!" Fan Zhengyang was genuinely shocked this time.

He knew Ye Zhiwei was a top student, but he never expected her to be this domineering!

This isn't just a top student, this is a genius!

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Fan Zhengyang couldn't help but ask.

"I wanted to give you a surprise," Ye Zhiwei said playfully, sticking out her tongue.

Then, as if remembering something, she added, "Besides, Beijing University... is very close to your provincial team's training base."

She pointed to the magnificent complex of buildings nestled among the green trees not far away, "Look, it's right there, only a ten-minute walk away."

Fan Zhengyang looked in the direction she pointed and instantly understood what was going on.

With her scores ranking in the top 28 in the province, she could easily get into Tsinghua or Peking University.

Her choice of Lanjing University was probably...

An indescribable warmth, mixed with a touch of emotion and guilt, instantly surged into Fan Zhengyang's heart.

He came here for his dream.

And this girl, in order to get closer to his dream, actually followed him to this unfamiliar city.

This affection is both profound and precious.

"Silly girl..." Fan Zhengyang looked at her, and all his words, in the end, were reduced to these three words.

His voice had a slightly hoarse quality that was barely perceptible.

"I'm not stupid." Ye Zhiwei seemed to understand the emotion in his eyes. She shook her head, her face showing an extremely serious expression.

She waved her phone, the screen displaying her self-developed "Sky Eye" data analysis system, now upgraded to version 2.0.

"You forgot? I'm your personal data analyst."

"Before, I was too far away to watch many matches live, and I could only analyze the videos, which was never accurate enough."

She raised her head, her clear eyes looking at Fan Zhengyang with unwavering determination, and said, word by word:

"Things are different now."

"I've already rented a place nearby. I'll be there for every single one of your matches from now on!"

"I will thoroughly study every one of your opponents! I will be your strongest support and your most reliable 'eyes'!"

"So, starting today, your personal 'strategist' is officially online!"

The girl's voice was clear and full of power.

Follow the pen of September's Blessing and embark on an adventure in "Table Tennis: Starting with the Overlord's Twist, Dominating the World".