I, the son of table tennis king Zhang Yining, may not be my biological son but I am comparable to my biological son. After living a life of 40 years in style, I have no golden fingers, no system, and no superpowers. What I have is what I have worked hard for, and I have lost a lot. Not only has my body shrunk, but I have to work hard to play table tennis in order to see my mother.
But who can tell me why these three uncles whom I respect look at me with such terrible eyes.
I was forced to rebel. Mom, save me.
(Set the Dragon Python Mastiff to be single)
Concept: a strange idea