The next day, Saturday, April 14th, 11 a.m.

"The exam begins!"

Following the prompts from the computer-based test equipment, the gray Citroen, spray-painted with "exam car", started steadily.

"The reversing and warehousing project begins."

"Side parking project begins."

"Project Quarter Turn Begins."

"..."

The speed is 30 miles, and the mood is trembling.

Finally, the car turned at an extremely standard center line and completed the final S-shaped curve as steadily as an old dog. The long-awaited prompt finally sounded.

"Beep! The project test is completed and the test results are passed."

After parking the examination vehicle, applying the handbrake, unbuckling the seat belt and getting out of the car, Meng Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if you are an experienced driver, you are still a little timid when faced with the fancy hanging method in subject two...

What? You mean drifting through corners?

Are you afraid that you didn’t hang up fast enough?

When I came outside the examination room whistling, I saw Coach Tian, ​​who had led the team for the examination, training the students.

"You still have the nerve to say you passed the exam? You almost passed the exam. Do you know that passing the exam is completely luck!

Also, didn’t you see how the car body was shaking just halfway up the hill? It almost stalled, you know?

You can’t even step on the clutch, but your national football team has such stinky feet?”

"I'm sorry, coach, I'm too nervous."

After passing the exam, he still needs to be trained. Coach Tian is indeed a man known as the "most strict gold medal coach", so the students can only admit that they are unlucky and bow their heads in silence to be trained.

Coach Tian wanted to say a few more words, but when he saw Meng Lang walking over, he immediately changed his smile.

"Mr. Meng is back. This exam is very smooth. I think it can be selected into the standard textbook!"

"Haha! Coach Tian won the award, then when can I take the exam for Subject 3?"

"After 10 days! This is already the fastest speed within the regulations, but subjects three and four can be taken together and you can get your certificate on the same day."

"Okay, let Coach Tian worry about it."

Worrying? You are the most worry-free person I have ever taken care of!

"Where are you, do you want to smoke?"

"Thank you for not smoking. Coach, if it's okay, I'll leave first."

"Okay, go back and have a good rest. Remember to take the exam in 10 days. Walk slowly~"

Student: “…”

…

After leaving the examination room, Meng Lang did not go back. Instead, he took a taxi and went to the nearest gymnasium...

"Ping! Pong! Ping! Pong!"

In the table tennis court, there are more than a dozen tables lined up side by side, and the crisp sounds of table tennis balls falling on the table can be heard one after another.

Many men, women and children sweat profusely here early in the morning.

There are basically no novices here at this point, at least most of them look quite professional.

Meng Lang walked around the table, observing for a long time, and finally focused on table 3.

The two people at this table are middle-aged men in their forties, and both are in good shape.

One of them, an older middle-aged man wearing a red sweatshirt, was particularly impressive.

Pumping, pulling, buckling...the movements were clean and neat, and he easily suppressed and beat the younger man in black shirt opposite him.

Even Meng Lang, who had never played table tennis, could tell that this man seemed to be in poor physical condition compared to the professional athletes on TV.

"Ouch~"

At this time, the Sequoia man made a tricky diagonal shot at a large angle. The man in black jumped to save the ball, but in the end he was still one step away, and the ping-pong ball bounced away.

"Huh~huh~" The man in black shirt panted with his hands on his waist and waved the racket with a wry smile.

"No, no, no, I'm no match for you."

"Haha! Lao Li, how long have you been fighting now and it still doesn't work anymore? You should exercise more!" The Sequoia man took the towel and wiped his sweat and said with a smile.

"How can I compare with you, the leader? You are a professional athlete.

But I listen to you, I will come over to play ball with you often from now on, I can hardly hold myself back anymore, haha..."

The man called Lao Li said cheerfully.

He was about to pick up the ball, but found that a young man next to him had already bent down to pick up their ball and came over.

"Brother, I see that you are playing very well. Do you want us to have a game?" Meng Lang said to the Sequoia man with a smile.

Hoho! Are you up for a challenge?

The Sequoia man raised his eyebrows.

Meng Lang just stood aside and watched for a long time, and he naturally noticed it.

After seeing his own skills, he actually dared to come up and "ask for discussion"?

You seem very confident in yourself?

The man in black shirt looked at Meng Lang and frowned. He looked at his companion, as if asking for his opinion.

"Young man, are you very skilled?" the Sequoia man asked with a smile.

"Well...I should be one of those people who has a very high upper limit and a very low lower limit." Meng Lang thought for a while and said.

The upper limit is very high and the lower limit is very low?

Does it mean that when you are strong, you will be strong? What a loud tone!

The man in red shirt suddenly became interested.

"No problem! Then I will play a game with the young man. Lao Li, you just need to take a rest."

"Okay!"

Lao Li handed over the racket and stood aside with a smile, but his eyes were looking up and down Meng Lang, as if he wanted to see something from the other person.

"Respect the old and love the young. Brother, you come first."

Meng Lang threw the ball to the opponent, and then grabbed the racket with his right hand somewhat unskillfully.

The Sequoia man took the ball and was stunned for a moment when he saw Meng Lang holding the racket.

"Penhold shooting? Fast-break player?"

He did not underestimate the opponent, adjusted his breathing slightly, and then used a professional horizontal grip to throw the ball high.

Cut out the moment the ball is about to fall.

"Brush!" The yellow ping pong ball flew to Meng Lang's side against the net.

Meng Lang quickly stepped forward to catch the ball.

"Bang!" The ball was caught, but the next moment, the strongly inward-swinging table tennis ball touched the net directly.

Serve and score!

Sequoia man: "..."

Lao Li: "..."

What kind of master is this?

I'm afraid only novices can't catch such a degree of inswing, right?

“Shredded coconut!”

However, looking at the opposite side, Meng Lang clenched his fists and looked excited, as if he had just scored...

Seeing the two of them looking at him with crazy eyes, Meng Lang realized that he was a little embarrassed and quickly put away his smile.

"Ahem! Sorry, my hand slipped just now."

"Uh...it doesn't matter, let's continue."

Serving again, it was also a strong inswinging serve.

"Bang!" Meng Lang caught the ball again, and the ball... touched the net again!

2:0!

The corners of the Sequoia man's mouth twitched.
To be continued...