Perhaps because Chengzhu's performance in the previous sport was too reliable, Joey, who also came out safely, chased after her, following her around excitedly: "Hey, Christine, you're so smart, which sport are you planning to choose next? Won't you be lonely by yourself? Do you want me to come with you?"
Because she had a preconceived notion that Chengzhu was aloof, her tone was a little cautious.
In reality, Cheng Zhu was simply not very talkative. If she were to broadcast her inner thoughts to the world, it would have absolutely nothing to do with being aloof. So, when facing Qiao Yi, she simply stopped and replied calmly, "What if the next event is a competitive one, the kind where it's a life-or-death struggle?"
Sports can be categorized into competitive, exercise, and recreational sports.
Although the purpose of Slot High School is for students to exercise and have fun, who can guarantee that there will be no competitive sports in the stadium after it is taken over by the virus?
Because Cheng Zhu's conjecture was too plausible, Joey froze on the spot. When she tried to chase after him, she lost sight of Cheng Zhu in the crowd.
Cheng Zhu had indeed considered Joey's suggestion to travel together, but her next destination was a ping-pong court, which would definitely involve one-on-one matches, and Cheng Zhu did not want to be on the opposite side from her.
If we were to name the ball sport Cheng Zhi excels at, it would undoubtedly be table tennis, which is known as the "national sport" of Kyushu.
When Cheng Zhu first saw a ping-pong table in this world where there was no Kyushu, he was indeed surprised. Only then did he belatedly realize that this sport was not originally invented by Kyushu, but by another country called the British Empire.
Just as a country may have invented Cuju (ancient Chinese football) but not be as good at playing football as foreign countries, other countries may have invented Ping Pong but not be as good at it as the people of Kyushu.
Cheng Zhu had seriously considered that it was probably because table tennis only requires a small space to play, while other sports require large stadiums. In addition, Kyushu is also a populous country, so the former was able to shine in Kyushu.
Even if there is no familiar ethnic group, there are still familiar sports.
At this moment, a faint smell of blood began to spread in the air inside the stadium. There were still many people, but as time went on, the number of people standing there would probably decrease.
Even from the worst-case scenario, the decreasing number of people standing is a good thing, since it at least indicates that those who were killed by the supernatural have not risen from the dead.
As Cheng Zhu pushed through the crowd to enter the table tennis court, he saw that, just like the previous starting point of the running track, there was a large crowd of onlookers.
After looking around for a while, Cheng Zhu couldn't find any rules for the ping-pong table, so he whispered to the students around him, "Aren't there any rules here? Isn't ping-pong a required sport?"
If not, then that's a bit troublesome...
Before Cheng Zhu could think much of it, he heard the person he had spoken to chuckle: "Ping pong? That's an interesting name for you, it suits the sport quite well."
Cheng Zhu subconsciously touched his nose, almost forgetting about the translation problem.
The Kyushu Kingdom calls this sport table tennis, largely because the ball makes a "ping pong" sound when it is hit. If we were to translate it directly from its homeland's name, it should be called "table tennis," since it does require using a small paddle to hit the ball over the net, only everything is done on a table.
Previously, Cheng Zhu was so preoccupied with what strange rules might exist in table tennis that he didn't even bother to search for the name of table tennis in this world, and naturally assumed that it was also called table tennis.
After all, the unspeakable rules and strange tales for the chosen ones of each country should have been localized and translated.
Clearly, the still naive Cheng Zhu had not suffered any unspeakable persecution from translators.
Looking back at Yin Zhu, she made many misjudgments due to translation issues, and in the end, she was almost ready to point her sword at the heavens and angrily denounce herself for failing the unspeakable foreign language class.
Before Chengzhu could even search for the name of table tennis, the other person continued, "However, the rules for table tennis are posted on the corner of the table, and you can only see them clearly once you're inside the game. Five people tried it before, four of them died, and the last one who survived defeated his opponent without saying a word about the rules, and then walked away with a sinister look in his eyes."
Hearing his words, another blond-haired guy next to him couldn't help but chime in: "That's right, if we weren't so unsure of ourselves, would any of us brothers have been too afraid to go up?"
Cheng Zhu always felt that their statement was a bit strange:
"Wait, five? Isn't this project supposed to be one-on-one or two-on-two?" Could it be that the natives of the Smart Country have innovated some new model and started some kind of asymmetrical competition?
"Oh, there was this guy who insisted on going up alone, saying that no one should come from the other side, but after standing there for ten minutes, he suddenly turned to ashes."
The blond-haired man, with his nonchalant attitude, completely disregarded the deaths and injuries of others, and even had the leisure to whistle at Cheng Zhu: "Beautiful Miss Christine, would you like to try this activity with me? I really like the nickname you gave to table tennis~"
Goodness, he took it as a nickname Cheng Zhu gave to ping-pong.
Cheng Zhu didn't refuse Huang Mao's invitation, since she had come to use this sport to rack up points: "Okay, but I might not play very well." Cheng Zhu wasn't entirely lying, because she had never beaten her superior in the Kyushu team.
Hearing Cheng Zhu's humble words, Huang Mao's eyes lit up even more, and he immediately took the initiative to invite Cheng Zhu to the same table: "Don't worry, I will go easy on you."
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