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

"Yang-ge, how did you serve that? Why did it look like it wasn't spinning, and it flew away as soon as I touched it?"

"Brother Yang, can you teach me how to do that short hand position? I feel like my hand has a mind of its own."

"Yang-ge, can we play a game later? I want to get crushed! Let me feel the despair!"

Faced with his teammates' enthusiasm, Fan Zhengyang didn't hold back.

He was a kind-hearted person by nature, and having played ball with the elderly people in the neighborhood gym in his previous life, he was already used to this atmosphere of "learning from each other".

He would patiently explain some basic techniques, and occasionally show off his skills, eliciting gasps of amazement from the crowd.

Of course, he definitely won't reveal the core technologies.

For example, he would tell his teammates to use their wrists when serving, but he would never mention the incredible flicking technique of "Thousand Transformations". He would tell his teammates to deflect the force when hitting short balls, but he would never talk about the extreme ball perception he had when "possessed by Ma Lin".

Just kidding, do you think you can easily see through my cheat code?

Soon, the knockout stage of the Blue Ocean City High School Table Tennis League officially began.

Fan Zhengyang, as the undisputed new ace of No. 3 Middle School, officially began his "fish pond bombing" journey.

The first match was against the relatively weak Seventh Middle School.

Fan Zhengyang was too lazy to even take action, so he sat on the sidelines and acted as a temporary coach, instructing his teammates on how to respond.

He didn't slowly walk up until his team was leading 3-0 and it was his turn to play the fourth exhibition match.

His opponent was a tall, thin man who was so nervous when he saw Fan Zhengyang that his palms were sweating.

"Don't be nervous, classmate, just hit away." Fan Zhengyang smiled kindly.

Then, he used five serves with different spins and landing points to take the first five points. His opponent barely even touched the ball a few times.

Then, he used a variety of offensive techniques, such as "overpowering twist", "forehand smash", and "backhand quick rip", to smoothly win the last six points.

11: 0.

Another person shaved their head.

When his opponent left the court, his eyes were unfocused, and he muttered to himself, "Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?"

The second match was against Iron Wall Middle School, known for its strong defense.

The players from Tiebi Middle School are all excellent slicers, and their defense is as solid as a rock.

They had studied Fan Zhengyang before the match and believed that he was just a powerful attacker. As long as they could withstand his first three shots and drag him into a rally, they could wear him down.

However, they were dumbfounded when the game started.

Fan Zhengyang doesn't resort to violence with them at all.

He used "Ma Lin's" table control to fight against them with short balls, making it impossible for them to chop.

Then they used a high-looping topspin shot to make them lose their chop shot.

Occasionally, you can launch a sudden, explosive attack, catching them off guard.

Throughout the match, Fan Zhengyang was like a seasoned hunter, leisurely toying with his prey.

He demonstrated a level of dominance on both offense and defense that belies his age.

After the game, the coach of Tiebi Middle School said to the coach of No. 3 Middle School with a bitter look on his face, "Old Li, where did you find such a monster? This kid's offense is as fierce as a tiger, his defense is as solid as a dog, and his short game is incredibly skillful. Is it even fair for us to play with him?"

The coach from No. 3 Middle School stroked his already thinning hair, grinning from ear to ear: "How could that be? This kid is just naturally talented, and he trains very hard. Who isn't a well-rounded player?"

Versailles, Versailles in its naked glory!

With each victory, Fan Zhengyang's fame rapidly spread throughout the high school circle of Lanhai City.

"Have you heard? There's a real devil in Third Middle School who shaves everyone's head!"

"I know him! I watched his match videos, that backhand, it's incredible! He jumps from a standing position and twists everything!"

"Not only his backhand, but his forehand is also incredibly powerful. I personally witnessed him crack his opponent's racket with a single shot!"

"The most hilarious thing is his little ball; he teases his opponents like a child, and they're almost brought to tears by his antics."

Fan Zhengyang went from being an obscure water dispenser attendant to becoming an "urban legend" in the high school table tennis world of Lanhai City.

Behind every legend and story, there is a figure silently recording everything.

"Fan Zhengyang, here you go."

Ye Zhiwei appeared at the entrance of the training hall on time once again.

Today she was wearing a light blue dress, and her long hair was tied into a playful ponytail, which swayed with her movements, exuding youthful vitality.

She handed a thermos and a delicious-looking bento box to Fan Zhengyang, who was covered in sweat after finishing training.

"What's delicious today?" Fan Zhengyang took the lunchbox and opened it skillfully.

Inside were neatly arranged chicken breast, broccoli, and several cute rice balls, with smiley faces made of seaweed on top of the rice balls.

"I did some research, and it's most important for athletes to replenish protein and carbohydrates after training," Ye Zhiwei said with a smile, her eyes curving into two beautiful crescent moons. "So I made this, you should try it."

Since agreeing to become Fan Zhengyang's "exclusive data analyst" last time, Ye Zhiwei has attended almost every game.

She would sit in the best viewing spot and meticulously record every point Fan Zhengyang scored and lost, as well as all the technical details of his opponent, using her electronic notebook.

After the competition, she would immediately send the compiled data and her analysis to Fan Zhengyang.

At first, Fan Zhengyang insisted on treating her to milk tea as a way of repaying her.

But Ye Zhiwei always blushed and refused, saying that it was her own choice.

Later, somehow, the treat for milk tea turned into feeding him lunchboxes. Every day after training, Fan Zhengyang could enjoy a loving dinner from the class beauty.

"Delicious!" Fan Zhengyang exclaimed, wolfing down his food. "Zhiwei, with your cooking skills, you'll definitely be a wonderful wife and mother!"

"You... what nonsense are you talking about!" Ye Zhiwei's face flushed red instantly, and she reached out and gently punched Fan Zhengyang's arm, the force of which was like a kitten tickling an itch.

"I'm telling the truth," Fan Zhengyang chuckled, then took her electronic notebook. "Here, let me see our results today."

He ate while flipping through Ye Zhiwei's records.

[Analysis of Fan Zhengyang's scoring method:]

Direct points from serves/attacks: 11 points (33%)

Offense after controlling the game: 8 points (24%)

Offense during close games: 9 points (27%)

Overlord's Twist: 5 points (15% of the total score)

[Summary: Compared to the previous match, the percentage of points scored from close-range play was significantly higher in this game, and the tactics were more varied. It is recommended to increase the control percentage of the first three shots when facing aggressive players.]

Fan Zhengyang nodded repeatedly as he read.

Ye Zhiwei's analysis was even more accurate than his own intuition.

She is like a mirror, clearly reflecting his gains and losses in every game.