The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

Chapter 2163: Chapter 2156: Shaving Park Chang Bald

Everyone could see that Wang Dadong’s victory was just pure luck.

Because all the points Wang Dadong won were from edge shots.

Hitting edge shots is indeed a matter of luck.

Intentionally aiming for edge shots? Even top athletes can’t do that.

So they didn’t believe that Wang Dadong’s edge shots were intentional.

Wang Dadong winning three more rounds?

Impossible.

People’s hearts were tense again.

The match is best of seven, with four wins required; just winning one round, no, even three rounds, losing the final round is meaningless.

"Next round, you won’t be so lucky, trash is trash, you’ll never compare to our Great Stick Country!" Wang Dadong winning a round brought great pressure to Park Chang, but after all, he’s experienced in many matches and quickly adjusted his mindset.

Wang Dadong didn’t respond, maintaining a consistent smile.

As a Hidden World High-level strong person, his control over power was superbly precise. Those previous mistakes were just him searching for patterns.

Now, he’s roughly found the patterns, not to mention achieving a hundred percent edge shots, ninety-five percent is still possible.

What’s more, he’s thoroughly understood the characteristics of various balls and Park Chang’s techniques.

Even without using edge shots, he could still compete with Park Chang.

Wang Dadong’s progress was slow mainly because the ping pong ball is too small. Each ball’s spin direction, speed, is different, requiring extreme precision in power and angle.

But no worries, he’s improving rapidly, while Park Chang’s level remains unchanged.

Fourth round!

1:0!

Right at the start, Wang Dadong scored a point.

"Go handsome!"

"I love you handsome!"

"..."

The crowd erupted in cheers.

The second ball, another edge shot.

2:0!

"Damn, this is uncanny, how are all his shots edge shots!" At this point, Park Chang started to feel something was wrong.

Previously, with Wang Dadong’s many edge shots, he suspected Wang Dadong might be intentionally aiming for edges.

But edge shots are extremely difficult; even ping pong athletes can only manage them during serves.

Intentionally aiming for edge shots during rallies?

That’s courting disaster.

Because an edge shot technically hits the edge of the table, meaning just a few millimeters further would result in a miss.

Controlling a spinning ball to within a few millimeters?

Really, even Olympic athletes can’t do that.

But starting the second round with two edge shots made Park Chang suspicious.

"Don’t lose your cool, it must be a coincidence!" Park Chang reassured himself.

Wang Dadong, naturally seeing Park Chang’s tension, curled his lips into a slight smile.

Serve.

Edge shot, Park Chang missed it.

3:0!

Serve again, another edge shot, Park Chang returned it but couldn’t get it over the net.

No choice, upon contact with the table edge, the ball’s speed becomes rapid and the angle shifts.

This is unpredictable; at most, you can predict where it will edge the table.

4:0!

Now Park Chang was really panicked.

4:0 doesn’t mean he’s lost yet, but it exerted great mental pressure.

After all, in his eyes, Wang Dadong is a ping pong novice, no, not even a novice.

A novice refers to someone who plays poorly.

Wang Dadong isn’t just playing poorly but just started learning.

Yet for someone just starting to learn, to score 4:0!

Park Chang’s palms started sweating.

This match isn’t just a simple ping pong game, it’s tied to the honor of Great Stick Country.

Moreover, given his previous bold words, if he loses, he’d have to kneel and admit Huaxia’s superiority in ping pong—utter humiliation.

Indeed, Park Chang’s previously certain confidence was wavering.

He’s doubting if he might lose to Wang Dadong.

The match continues.

5:0!

6:0!

7:0!

Every ball is an edge shot, and the edge positions are increasingly precise; additionally, Wang Dadong amassed lots of experience.

His edge shots now also have spin!

...

10:0!

11:0!

Won.

Complete victory!

"Brother Chang got, got completely humbled..." Stick Country’s students stared at the scene in disbelief.

They never imagined that the Ping Pong Association president, a semi-professional player from Stick Country, would be completely trounced by someone who just learned ping pong.

"Now you know the prowess of Huaxia ping pong, right? A beginner can defeat your so-called professional player."

"Huaxia is invincible!"

"Handsome, do you have a girlfriend? If not, do you mind having one? And if you do, do you mind having another?"

"..."

This moment was absolutely heart-pounding.

From being humbled twice, to winning only one out of eleven balls, then equalizing the score, turning the tide, finally to completely humbling the opponent.

Each step was so thrilling, making hearts boil.

This is the national sport of Huaxia, even a beginner is not someone who can easily be insulted.

Actually, Park Chang was just unlucky to face Wang Dadong, this anomaly; if it were anyone else, the outcome would’ve been different.

Seeing the deafening cheers and roars from Huaxia students, Lin Shiyan felt as if she truly returned to the youthful age of Eighteen.

Not driven by excessive financial interests, but merely to fight for her school, her people, her country, undeterred even in the face of bloodshed.

Of course, that’s a bit exaggerated, yet the feeling genuinely made one tear up.

It’s not just a nostalgia for lost youth, but a sensation akin to reliving it.

"Brother Chang, don’t be scared, you’re still leading, just win one more round and we’ve won."

"We mustn’t lose, or Great Stick Country’s reputation will be ruined!"

"Brother Chang, what are you doing? Don’t intentionally go easy, okay."

The Stick Country students thought Park Chang was deliberately holding back.

Oh, the bitterness in Park Chang’s heart.

As if he was holding back?

Even if he was, he wouldn’t let himself get completely humbled, would he?

Fifth round.

At this moment, the number of spectators saw yet another increase, calling it a sea of people would not be an exaggeration.

Imagine that, thousands surrounding a small ping pong table, that scene...

1:0!

2:0!

3:0!

...

11:0!

Wang Dadong won another round.

The overall score finally tied.

3:3!

The final round, whoever wins, wins the ultimate victory of this match.

And once again humbled Park Chang.

In ping pong, the last thing you want is to be humbled; it’s an insult to your opponent.