He was once recognized as a genius boy in the table tennis world. He used a backhand twist to tear apart the defenses of countless opponents, until the diagnosis came down - the ligament in his right wrist was permanently damaged, and his career suddenly collapsed.
When everyone sighed and sealed his name in the past, the left-hand racket was wrapped with new glue between his silent fingers. From the trembling grip of the racket to the reshaping of muscle memory, from the sighs of bystanders to the paranoia of knocking on the batting table alone late at night, ten years of blood and tears have been tempered into the blade of the left hand.
At the final match point of the World Championships, he exploded the audience with a left-hand twist that traveled through time and space. This shot not only shattered the championship barrier, but also announced to the world: A true legend never retreats in despair, but is reborn from the ashes with will.
