Please play Fate/Go with me.

Chapter 120 Want to Play Ping Pong?

In the first match, the girl won with overwhelming strength.

After the competition, the principal and the dean of students left, and the teachers went outside to talk, leaving only the students who participated in the exchange activity sitting at the long table, looking at each other.

"Shirou~! How did I do?" The little girl ran over with a smile and asked.

Shirou rummaged in his pocket and found it empty, so he reached out and patted the little girl's head, smiling helplessly as he said, "Sorry, I don't have any candy left."

The little girl looked at the boy with dissatisfaction and said, "What! I didn't come to you for candy! But I don't mind being patted on the head, so I'll allow you to pat my head a few more times."

Zhou Meimei felt the warmth on her head, squinted her eyes, and smiled sweetly.

After two days of getting to know each other, the people from both schools finally became familiar with each other, as both sides had someone who could understand the other's language to act as translators. When the teachers were not around, they sat at a long table and chatted in a relaxed manner.

"What do you usually do for fun besides studying?" Chiba asked.

"Of course it's this one!" The students across from each other smiled, took out their phones, and opened the Chinese version of FGO.

"Eh, sorry..." Shirou apologized backwards. Although the Four Great Classical Novels don't have copyright restrictions, allowing people throughout the Chinese cultural sphere to enjoy them, and also winning over the populous neighboring country, it's a perfect choice. However, arbitrarily altering historical figures is indeed wrong, even though people don't really care much about the historical Xuanzang.

"No need to apologize, it's just my personal opinion. It's just that your operations over there really don't understand the basic principles of Chinese people!" The bespectacled man slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "What's so great about one woman and three men! Tang Sanzang should be in the JoJo style, and Goku, Bajie, and Sha Wujing should all be cute girls!"

"Huh? Which version of Journey to the West are you talking about?" Shirou looked at the other person in confusion.

"Okay, okay, shut up." Lingyue, a girl with a ponytail, pushed the bespectacled boy back into his seat and said with a smile, "Don't worry about him. Although he's a geek, he's actually a hardened otaku."

"By the way, I heard that in the beginning, your area didn't have a guaranteed 4-star Servant in the initial 10-pull? I also heard that you could only do one single pull? And that it was super laggy afterward, requiring four Saint Quartz each time. Is all of this true?"

"..." Upon hearing these words, the faces of the men and women around Shirou all darkened.

"It is said that because there is no guarantee of a gold card in a regular 10-pull, there was an urban legend that a single pull was all Craft Essences and all 10 pulls were Black Keys."

"..." Even the black aura emanating from Kasumigaoka Utaha's body seemed to dim even further.

"You can only set up one support team, there's no speed-up for battles, let alone skipping them, and the training grounds don't differentiate between classes. Without the 40 AP gold farming area, leveling up and breaking through is incredibly slow?"

"Haha, don't say that. I've heard that the Japanese server is a test server, the Chinese server is a channel server, and the American server is the official server."

"If you accidentally clicked the wrong button and ended up in the attack interface, you can go back and press the skill button, you know?"

"So when will your skill upgrades and Noble Phantasm upgrades be updated?"

"...I just want to know how long we have to wait for Zhen Ritian's Noble Phantasm upgrade! One turn of invincibility, two turns of stun, how long will this Noble Phantasm, which is completely outclassed by other skills, last?"

"...Isn't my self-recharge coming soon, Ah Fu?"

"...When can I finally use the Grand Duke in my warehouse..."

"What's a little convenience compared to the fact that I can't skip the Noble Phantasm anyway..."

"..." It seemed that all the members were recalling bad memories, billowing black smoke rose up, and the entire auditorium became filled with a foul atmosphere...

The atmosphere in the auditorium became somber, and a long silence ensued.

"Let's talk about something else!" Shirou suggested, raising his hand.

"Hmm..." The students from Chiba Branch School nodded in agreement.

"I agree." The students on the other side also agreed.

"By the way, why do you seem so unaffected, Shirou?" Zhou Meimei asked, staring at Shirou.

"No, I hadn't played it back then, so I don't know," Shirou said, wiping away cold sweat. Was the environment really that bad back then? It seems Mashu had a tough time too.

"Oh, right! I have another question! I've never understood why all the ancient Asian women in FGO are dressed so provocatively? Is this some kind of interest of people from your region?" Zhou Meimei blinked her peach blossom eyes, pointed to the characters Shuten-dōji, Ushiwakamaru, and Sanzang on her phone, and asked the boy with a smile.

"No, no, that's not true. Look, putting aside Raikou, characters like Souji and Nobunaga are completely different," Shirou said, waving his hands.

“But aren’t those two completely naked in the official comics and videos?” Zhou Meimei said.

'...' Shirou was speechless. He finally understood why his younger sister had the favor of two completely different Servants at the same time. It turned out they had something in common. This was definitely Komachi's fault for wandering around the house in her underwear! He had to give her a lecture when he got home!

"Hi-chu~!" Far away in Chiba, Komachi was lying in bed, grinding FGO with her friends in the group.

She touched her nose, flashed a bright smile, and said, "Just now, it must have been my brother thinking about me, and thinking about a gift for me?! Hehe."

Afterwards, the students reached a consensus that they should stop chatting with each other, exchange glances, nod, and smile as they went about their own business.

That night, Shirou contacted Leonardo da Vinci, but still couldn't get a definite location for the Black Mud Heroic Spirit.

On the third day, the competition was table tennis.

Behind the rectangular round table in the auditorium, two ping-pong tables were set up. All subsequent activities would take place in this auditorium. The huge auditorium had snow-white walls, a stage on top, and a spacious flat area below, which could seat five or six thousand people. It was more than enough to hold all the activities here at the same time.

Chiba sent out one male and one female contestant. Xunyang sent out Zhou Meimei, the little princess of the Zhou family, and a girl with a right ponytail.

At this moment, Hoshino, the young table tennis player, changed into a sports suit, short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and Butterfly brand professional gold table tennis shoes. He used a red and black racket with pimpled rubber, 2 mm thick sponge, and a hardness of 40. His specialty is right-handed penhold fast attack style.

He was once a top player who reached the finals of the Chiba prefectural tournament. It's not impossible for him to become a professional table tennis player and compete in Europe, playing in England and Germany.

Standing in front of him was Zhou Meimei, who had changed into sportswear, with her hair tied in pigtails, a relaxed smile on her face, greeting the person opposite her.

Please give me your guidance.

"Little sister, I'll let you win, please take care of me." Hoshino nodded in agreement. He had originally thought he would be badly beaten in this country, and he was hoping that he wouldn't lose too badly because the province's table tennis wasn't very strong. But he never expected that the exchange school here would be so kind as to send a junior high school girl to compete with him.

If we still can't win, then we'll really be letting down the school's scholarship.

The thought that if he won, his scholarship and credits would double made Hoshino even happier.

Zhou Meimei frowned, then said, "No, please do your best."

In recent years, the country has strongly supported table tennis, investing a large amount of money. In order to defeat the Empire's destructive dragon and fierce tiger, they have gone to great lengths, and the only method they could think of was to frantically recruit world champions to become coaches, using the same training methods as China.

This is not without effect; the gap between China's top children's table tennis players and their peers in China is actually not that big anymore.

But the man in front of me is still far from being at the very top.

"Then let's begin," the girl said softly, looking at Hoshino.

"Okay! I'll serve from here!" Hoshino serves with a penhold grip.

"Okay, just a heads up, I'm using long pips." The girl held the long pips racket horizontally in her right hand and pulled the ball.

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Hoshino said nonchalantly. At a girl's age, long pips rubber usually doesn't produce much spin on her shots, at most just a little topspin.

However, when the racket touched the ball, it felt like the ball was falling straight down. Hoshino was caught off guard and his return shot went into the net, resulting in a point loss.

"Is this the topspin shot that the Chinese Empire has cultivated for four thousand years?"

"I already said it's five thousand years! Although it doesn't really matter! Ancient Egypt was seven thousand years old, but it's gone now, the important thing is now. Now!"

"Little sister, let's have a fun match then." Hoshino put aside his previous disdain and acknowledged the girl's strength. Serving again, with his height and power advantage, he had no reason to lose!

"Are you misunderstanding something? I already told you I used long pips." The girl replied proudly, using her backhand to quickly chop the ball back, turning the backspin ball into topspin.

Hoshino accidentally hit a high ball back.

attack!

The ball flew quickly to the left corner of the table and bounced up.

Hoshino chased after him and fought back, but the opponent had already taken control of the rhythm.

The girl is an offensive long pips player who uses a fast attack combined with topspin. She was very calm before, but once the game started, she showed a decisive and ferocious side.

Table tennis is a speed-based competitive sport.

Pull the ball; the small white ball spins at a speed of over 100 revolutions per second.

When spiking, the ball flies out at a speed of more than 10 meters per second.

Excellent table tennis players have to train themselves to improve their reaction speed, and then make their movement speed and movement speed keep up.

Faster, faster! Extremely fast! Even faster!

They gave the other side no chance to breathe.

right!

Hoshino ran to the right again and hit back.

left!

Hoshino also veered to the left, chasing after the ball. This time, he was too hasty, and the ball flew high over the net and bounced up.

smash!

"Your backhand is weak! Your forehand is unreliable!"

"Unsteady steps! Slow reaction time!"

"Not a single movement is correct!"

The girl raised her racket, pointed it at her opponent, and sternly reprimanded him:

"You think you can compete with me? Dream on!"

Hoshino chased after the ball, but it still flew out and fell to the ground.

After that, Zhou Meimei demonstrated her free-hand topspin and backhand drive.

According to the conventions of table tennis, in a game, the first side to reach 11 points wins. If the score is tied at 10, the first side to gain a two-point lead wins.

Finally, Hoshino lost to Zhou Meimei 0-11!

"How could this be... it's a duck egg, it's a duck egg..."

"Hmph, if you didn't treat me like a child, I might have given you a bit more leeway," Zhou Meimei snorted.

The audience behind her cheered, and even the high school students seemed to admire the little girl and applauded.

"The princess is so cool!!"

"The princess is so cool!!"

The duel between the two women on the other side has also ended.

"This is too strong... Is this actually Shanghai, Liaoning, or Guangdong?" a girl from Chiba School said with a mournful face.

The white-haired principal, still smiling kindly, merely smiled gently at the victory, his expression calm and unwavering, as if it were a matter of course.

Just like Liu Bang, who was skilled at Cuju (ancient Chinese football), and Gao Qiu, who rose from a servant to one of the four great traitors through playing football, they certainly couldn't have imagined why the national football team would be like this.

The British who invented table tennis in India, and the people who held the first official table tennis competition in Berlin, Germany, probably never imagined that this ball game was established so that one German and nine Chinese could win a Grand Slam.

Zhou Meimei seemed to sense the boy's gaze, and gave him a V-sign with a sweet smile.

Now Shirou somewhat understood why the people at Xunyang Branch School were so kind and polite. It was probably because they were confident of victory and felt no pressure, so they only needed to act magnanimously and friendly to ensure the exchange went smoothly.

Sure enough, they lost both the singles and doubles badminton matches the following day. Compared to the table tennis matches, the only difference was that the scores were slightly better.

In the hotel restaurant, the atmosphere of the group, comprised of students with special talents from the school, was completely different from their confident arrival. They all seemed to be staring blankly, questioning their very existence, especially Hoshino, who had failed his exams…

"Haha, don't worry about it! Don't worry about it! We came here to learn from the powerful nation!" the middle-aged male teacher said to the students who lost.

"That's right! Today's failure is for tomorrow's victory! Everyone, cheer up!"

"How about I treat you all to a special meal today and take you to the food street for some delicious snacks?" Hiratsuka Shizuka encouraged the students.

"No need, I'll gain weight... Although, since I lost, no one is willing to go shopping with me anyway..."

"Thank you, teacher, but I have no appetite. And there's no one who understands me, so what's the point of going outside..."

"We've eaten, let's go back to our rooms to face the lonely night. Goodnight everyone..."

The students slunk away toward the elevator.

Only two teachers remained, Shirou and Kasumigaoka Utaha, along with the girl who had performed the flower arrangement, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Hiratsuka-sensei? Why are you clutching your chest and looking like you're in pain? Are you alright?"

Chapter 121 Shirou's Room Night Talk

That night, Shirou's doorbell rang incessantly, urgently and aggressively. I had no idea who it was.

"Coming, coming." Shirou, who was taking a bath, quickly wiped away the water droplets, put on his clothes, and went forward to push open the door.

Hiratsuka Shizuka walked straight in, followed by her senior, Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Hey, don't just walk in without saying anything," Shirou said.

"Oh dear, are you doing something shady in there, Shirou-kun? Then I definitely have to go and check." Kasumigaoka Utaha said, walking straight into the bathroom to investigate.