Table Tennis: A Billion Swings, a Supergod Grand Slam

The Paris Olympics just passed, right? Isn't it a bit much for the author to rely entirely on fiction for the main characters' subsequent matches?

With Wang Chuqin around, no one else gets a turn.

The captain has powerful connections. What do you have? Talent? If you're not given playing time, your talent is worthless.

The main characters were poorly developed; Zhang was written like a dog, and Xie was written like a gay man.

The reality is that the sect's most beautiful girl, whose uncle is the sect leader, was kicked to death by a stray dog ​​on the roadside—13 times in total.

I have to say, they're incredibly bold. They're clearly protecting their sect's top disciple. Even if the protagonist were Jordan or Kobe in basketball, or Romelu or Messi in football, wouldn't they be kneeling and offering bananas to the "King of Guanzhong" (a reference to a famous Chinese martial arts master) when they joined the national team? Aren't they afraid of being reported to the police for prostitution and gambling?

This is a rare ping-pong story! Keep it up, author!

Let's see how you write this next 😂. A competition that needs buzz, where not participating results in a fine, and even Olympic champions are being targeted and forced to retire—what are you going to do with your protagonist? Don't let it become a fig leaf later on; that would be ridiculous.

Stop subtly pandering to BL (Boys' Love) themes. This book is a satire of the "32" dynamic from beginning to end. Readers who finish it are naturally disgusted by fan culture. Do you think readers who dislike fan culture will like your BL-themed content? You can't even analyze your own target audience, are you deliberately trying to disgust people?

Hugo won the World Cup, let's read the novel and fantasize about it.