Win?
Won.
The cheers in the audience suddenly became distant and empty. Qi Ling seemed to be standing in a tunnel, his field of vision was infinitely stretched, and there was only a table at the end. The man across the table was dressed in fiery red and looked like a lamp. His face was blurry and he just shook his head, but Qi Ling felt that he saw his expression. His light eyebrows were straight and unchanged, his single eyelids concealed all his thoughts, his lips pursed slightly, and he raised his wrist to wipe his sweat. He seemed neither regretful nor disappointed, but the low air pressure around him could not be mistaken. He nodded and congratulated Qi Ling, picked up the towel, wiped it on his face randomly twice, and took a few seconds longer than usual to put it down.
Ah...
Compared to the enthusiastic shouts and applause, Qi Ling was more certain that this was not a dream because of the frustration of overcoming the enemy that had been fought for so long. She really won. Won the men's singles championship at the Rio Olympics. Ma Long, the future ruler of the table tennis world, is a crucial starting point for his dominance. She stared at his back blankly. He had turned his back to pack his golf bag. He was quiet and could not see the slightest trace of his future style - but she knew it, she just knew it. This man, his strength will not be inferior to anyone else, he will dominate the field of table tennis, hold up half the sky, and everyone will be a challenger.
Just win?
Qi Ling turned around, put on a smile, and waved to the audience. The auditorium erupted with louder sounds, and she bowed again. His hands, which had not trembled even after dozens of minutes of fierce fighting, were resting on his knees, betraying Qi Ling's will and starting to tremble. Heat surged from her aching arms to her whole body, forcing her to gasp for breath and increase her heat. She straightened up and felt as if she was burning. The fire shot out from her eyes and she grinned brightly.
Of course, I won!
——SSS clears the hell difficulty levels "Limited Time Slam", "Dragon Land" and "Post Malone Era". Reward skill points*75, talent slot +6, unlock new talents, and unlock the special profession "Double Gunner".
The author is a ball-illiterate, a cloud fan, a lazy guy, with vulgar tastes, good eyesight and weak hands. It is a work of practice, updated as the occasion demands, and writes whatever comes to mind. Corrections welcome.
Non-standard women wear men, play dual-wielding, and those who can write emotional lines are Ma Long.
It's 2026 and no one should be watching the National Table Tennis Team, so I'm just writing nonsense!
Purpose: I wish athletes to stay young forever