"Swipe!" The yellow ping-pong ball skimd the net flying toward ng Lang’s side.
ng Lang hurried forward to catch the ball.
"Bang!" The ball was caught, but the next mont, the powerfully spinning ping-pong ball hit the net.
Serving score!
Redwood man: "..."
Elder Li: "..."
What kind of expert is this?
Probably only a beginner would completely fail to return such a spinning ball, right?
"Coconut!"
However, looking at the other side, ng Lang clenched his fist, his face excited as if he had scored...
Seeing both n looking at him as if he were insane, ng Lang realized his gaffe and quickly suppressed his smile.
"Ahem! Sorry, my hand just slipped."
"Er... no worries, let’s continue."
Once again serving, again a powerful spinning ball.
"Bang!" ng Lang once again caught the ball, and... it hit the net again!
2:0!
The corner of Redwood man’s mouth twitched.
"Brother, your serve is too fierce, this ti let do it!" ng Lang was even more excited.
He took a deep breath, holding the ball, as if brewing sothing.
The Redwood man was puzzled by his deanor, imdiately turned serious, his eyes tightly focusing on the opponent’s movents.
The ball was tossed high by ng Lang, and then ng Lang swung his paddle!
"Bang!" The ball hit the net a third ti!
Serving fault!
3:0!
Redwood man: "..."
Elder Li: "..."
Is this what you call a high upper, but low lower limit?
So... are you here to show how low you can go?
"Er... haha! It seems I’m not in good form today, I concede! Sorry for the interruption, carry on."
ng Lang left the racket, chuckling and walking away with a light step, humming a tune as he exited the venue.
"Is this guy sick?"
"I don’t think he looks normal either..."
Both n looked at each other.
...
As ng Lang left the venue, he didn’t pay attention to the criticism from behind.
He looked at his watch, it was 12:30 PM, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.
That’s right, the results of the experint had co out.
That is... as long as he doesn’t read the updates, there is no "consciousness overlay!"
His thod of verification was simple, actively using "scene triggering."
As soon as he decided to run this experint, ng Lang had instilled a suggestion in his mind—
"No matter which brother goes on the court next, they must practice ’national ball,’ ping-pong!"
It would not only exercise the body but also promote national essence.
Ping-pong is a sport of practice makes perfect, needing not much talent unless one aims to beco a champion.
This makes it very suitable for use as a "verification skill."
Firstly, there was no "ping-pong" skill in his skill bar originally.
Therefore, as long as he actively triggers the scene...
If he suddenly becos a ping-pong expert,
It would an, regardless of whether you see it or not, "consciousness overlay" is always there.
This is a purely passive skill that cannot be turned off!
Conversely, if he cannot gain this skill and remains a clumsy beginner,
It would an the trigger for "consciousness overlay" requires him to "follow updates."
At the very least, you need to open that "box," to co into contact with "ng Xiaolang’s book!"
A skill you can choose to turn off is a good skill indeed...
This was undoubtedly great news for ng Lang.
At least now he didn’t have to worry about the book "draining" him anyti soon...
Although he wasted an update opportunity, ng Lang perfected so of the "user manual" of the book, understanding its functions more deeply.
More crucially... he seed to have found so clues about the origins of this book?
All along, one question had lingered in his mind.
Why would the previous owner of this treasure willingly send it to him through anonymous mail?
Imagine, anyone who got this book wouldn’t lightly show it to others, let alone send it away.
Put yourself in their shoes.
Even if one were to die, one would probably treat it as a family heirloom to be passed down through generations.
You could call it selfish, but that is human nature.
Yet it ended up inexplicably in his hands, why?
"Assuming, every ’owner’ of this book encounters the sa problem as .
The more you read, the more likely you beco senile..."
Could it be... that it was not that he "wanted" to give it , but...
he "had to" give it ?
Such a huge side effect, with the level of dical technology in 2043, ng Lang had just seen a glimr of hope to delay this symptom.
As the saying goes, the new waves of the Yangtze River push the old waves forward, and technology is undoubtedly changing with each passing day.
Looking at the tiline, he, the "new generation," was arguably the most potential "new wave"!
If even he found life so hard, then his "predecessor"... how could he escape the fate of "senility"?
If it were ng Lang, unless he was in utter despair, he wouldn’t just hand over such a treasure, right?
If his guess was correct, then what state was his "predecessor" in now?
Dead? Dented?
Or perhaps... barely hanging on and silently observing from the shadows?
The worst-case scenario would undoubtedly be the third.
However, after so contemplation, ng Lang felt this possibility was very slim.
No other reason... because the "book" was now in his hands!
His own future held no secrets for him.
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