Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 647 - 646: Good Looking, Very Good Looking

"Shanshan, are you okay?"

Lin Nianhe looked at her anxiously.

Wei Hongwei also came over and said, "Little girl, are you alright?"

Zheng Shan shook her head.

Seeing her stubborn look, Lin Nianhe asked, "Shanshan, do you want to continue?"

Zheng Shan did not answer immediately; she turned her head to look at the brothers and sisters on the training ground.

They all had short hair, some even shaved bald.

"Shanshan? Feeling uncomfortable?" Lin Nianhe asked nervously.

"No," Zheng Shan turned back, "Sister Lin, I need to go to the restroom."

"Alright, I’ll take you."

"I’d prefer to go by myself."

"Well... okay, I’ll wait for you here."

Lin Nianhe draped her coat over her, instructing, "Be quick, don’t catch a cold."

"Mm."

Zheng Shan handed her racket to Lin Nianhe for safekeeping and ran off.

Lin Nianhe stood up and met Zhang Yongqing’s embarrassed and apologetic gaze.

His face was full of nervousness, and he said quietly and uneasily, "Uh, uh... sorry, I, I, I..."

"It’s fine, you’ve worked hard," Lin Nianhe smiled at him, "Sports are inevitably rough, and today we are the ones imposing. Thank you... If possible, I hope you can finish the game with her."

Zhang Yongqing immediately nodded, "Okay, I have no problem!"

Coach Wei had been worried too, fearing that this delicate visitor would blame Zhang Yongqing for the child’s injury.

He gave Zhang Yongqing a look, signaling him to rest aside. After he left, he said to Lin Nianhe, "Comrade Lin, this child Zheng Shan is very talented. Do her parents want her to join the provincial team?"

"Her mother doesn’t really think so," said Lin Nianhe, "She just thinks since the child likes it, let her try. Whether she joins the provincial team or what she does later, it’s up to her own wishes."

"Ahh? What do kids know," Coach Wei shook his head, "This child is a great prospect. If she trains well, who knows, she might win championships!"

Lin Nianhe just smiled.

She hadn’t thought about these things; she only thought about how happy Zheng Shan was while playing.

Coach Wei continued on his own, "Really, Comrade Lin, you should convince her mother. It would be a pity if this child doesn’t join the provincial team! She’s truly gifted by God, starting young she definitely has a future, don’t hold her back!"

Lin Nianhe simply said, "I’ll convey your message to her mother."

Lirong was actually outside; she didn’t come in for fear of being recognized and affecting Zheng Shan.

Lin Nianhe was considering taking Zheng Shan to the hospital later just in case something really was wrong with her eye, her thoughts drifting when suddenly a tomboyish figure resembling Zheng Shan burst into her line of sight.

She was still wearing that pink long coat, with a red mark still visible around her eyes, but... her long braids were gone, replaced by unevenly cut short hair as if gnawed by a dog.

Lin Nianhe’s pupils constricted, looking incredulously at Zheng Shan approaching with such a hairstyle.

Lin Nianhe was flabbergasted.

Coach Wei was flabbergasted.

The athletes still training in the venue were flabbergasted.

They looked at this little person, disbelieving their eyes.

Just minutes ago, she had long, shiny black hair.

And it looked good.

Zheng Shan walked up to Lin Nianhe and handed her a butterfly hair clip.

She looked up, her shiny black eyes tinged with red, staring intently at Lin Nianhe and suddenly smiled.

She said, "Sister Lin, look, short hair won’t cover the eyes anymore."

Lin Nianhe’s fingers trembled slightly.

She slowly squatted down, picking up a strand of Zheng Shan’s hair.

She must have borrowed scissors and cut off her braids herself; the hair was uneven, with only two or three centimeters at the back of her head but over ten centimeters in longer areas.

From an aesthetic perspective, this is undoubtedly a disaster.

But Lin Nianhe does not find it ugly. She extends her hand, her fingertips trembling as she takes the bow.

She says, "It’s beautiful, Shanshan looks good with short hair."

With that said, she hands her the racket.

Zheng Shan takes the racket, removes her coat, and smilingly stands back in front of the table.

Zhang Yongqing doesn’t know how he ended up back in front of the table, looking at this kid and suddenly feeling worthless.

From being first to last, he became depressed, in pain, and cowardly, unable to even muster the energy for training.

He doesn’t even have the courage of a child.

The round balls make a ping-pong sound, and in the vast training hall, this is the only source of noise.

Everyone is watching Zheng Shan, except for herself. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

In her eyes, there’s only the ball; in her ears, only the pleasing sound.

She loses.

11:6.

Not a pretty score.

But everyone in the room is applauding her.

She holds the racket, lips slightly pursed as she returns to Lin Nianhe’s side, her eyes filled with disappointment, but no surrender.

She says, "Sister Lin, I want to play more."

Before Lin Nianhe can respond, Wei Hongwei speaks up, "Play, play, switch players! Li Ergang, come and play."

Ping ping, pong pong, ping ping, pong pong...

Zheng Shan stands beside the table, facing one opponent after another.

She hasn’t won any.

But she hasn’t admitted defeat to anyone.

She’s losing to age, time, and physical differences.

Until she collapses to the ground, exhausted, she doesn’t put down her racket.

Lin Nianhe walks over to her, squats down, and wipes her sweat.

She says, "Shanshan, let’s stop here for today, okay?"

Zheng Shan looks at the tall table, not wanting to leave.

Lin Nianhe promises, "I’ll come with you again later."

Wei Hongwei also comes over and promptly says, "Right, right, if you like playing table tennis, you can come here every day after school, I’ll teach you!"

Zheng Shan’s eyes light up, then dim again.

She purses her lips and wraps her arms around Lin Nianhe’s neck.

Lin Nianhe knows what she’s worried about, pats her back, and softly says, "Let’s go home and discuss this school thing, okay?"

Zheng Shan’s eyes brighten instantly, she looks at Lin Nianhe and nods forcefully.

Lin Nianhe hugs her waist and helps her up, taking her to a bench nearby to let her drink some water and rest for a while.

She hands her a handkerchief and says, "Shanshan, rest here for a bit. I’ll speak with Coach Wei and then we can go home."

Zheng Shan holds the water bottle and nods lightly.

Lin Nianhe goes up to Wei Hongwei and says, "Coach Wei, can I have a word?"

The two of them step aside, and Lin Nianhe says, "Coach Wei, Shanshan still has to go to school. If she wants to learn table tennis, can she come here to train every evening after school?"

Wei Hongwei’s eyes light up, "Of course, I’ll teach her personally!"

This child is a great prospect, and what’s more valuable is her tenacity, a quality rarer than talent.

Lin Nianhe shakes her head slightly, "You may not understand my point — Shanshan might not become a professional athlete. She likes playing table tennis, and I don’t want excessive training to extinguish her interest."

"That is to say, if she doesn’t like table tennis anymore, I’ll take her away anytime."

Wei Hongwei: "...!"

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