My Ping Pong for Thirty Years

An ignorant boy was sent to practice table tennis by his mother, creating a table tennis era. During this period, I struggled with the coach, practiced daily, suffered blows, and got up again and again. Step by step towards the goal, I got the honor that belongs to myself and to the coach. The tears along the way finally came to fruition. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.