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Commie

The zipper was up top, but the fly was wide open!

Someone pointed it out, but I ignored them.

It was like that for nearly four hours, since the end of second period,

I was like that for almost four hours after second period ended.

and no one said a thing to me the whole time!

And nobody told me!

Ain't that funny, Smile?

Yeah, it's funny.

You never laugh.

You seriously never smile.

Where's Peco?

Where's Peco today?

Dunno.

If he's not here, Ota-san will start griping again.

If he's not here, Oota will start griping again.

You two are a pain in the ass. You know that, right?

Yeah, you two are a thorn in his side.

I don't know where he is.

Do you get that?

Like hell you don't. You're the only one Peco listens to.

Whatever.

Because of Peco, we're—

C'mon, man! Peco only listens to you, and thanks to Peco, we're—

Hey, first years! Quit flapping your gums!

Hey, first-years! Quit flapping your gums!

The third years are here!

The third-years are here!

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir.

Tsukimoto Makoto (Smile) Right-Handed Shakehand

Come on! Let me hear you, first-years!

Racket: Double Reverse Style: Chopper

Come on! Let me hear you, first years!

Captain Yamada.

What is it?

Has that chopper with the glasses always been on our team?

What are you talking about?

He's one of the two up-and-comers who joined this year.

The other's skipping practice.

You should go say something to him, Mr. Koizumi.

Please, Mr. Koizumi, give him a talking-to.

The penhold kid with the bowl cut?

Yes.

If he doesn't wanna practice, get him to quit.

We can't do that.

He's our star player.

What about Mr. Glasses over there?

Tsukimoto's good, for sure.

But he's no match for Hoshino.

He's no match for Hoshino, though.

You're kidding...

Peco's probably at the table tennis hall near Odakyu Station.

Peco's probably at the table tennis hall near Odakyuu Station.

That's not what I'm asking.

I'll draw you a map. You go.

What was that?!

I'm not Peco's guardian.

You keep saying that and I'll really lay into you!

If you keep talkin' like that, I'm seriously gonna haze you!

Is Mr. Ota angry?

Is Mr. Oota angry?

Yes. Since Hoshino and Tsukimoto came along, he's not a starter anymore.

They know they're better than us.

It makes them cocky.

You're new, aren't you?

You're new here, aren't you?

Yeah, but I've been playing for ten years.

You look like a middle schooler. I can take you.

I'm sure I can beat a kid like you.

That's not what I meant.

Tamura Table Tennis Hall

I don't play people who don't bet.

Bet what? Money?

Obaba, I'm gonna use Table 4.

Old lady, I'm borrowing table four!

I don't rent tables to gamblers.

Hear that?

A thousand yen per game.

And they call me Peco here.

And FYI, I go by "Peco" around here.

You can call me that, too.

You can call me that too.

But if I win, you have to add "san."

But if I win, you add a "mister."

Call me Peco-san.

That's Mister Peco to you!

Hoshino Yutaka (Peco) Right-Handed Penhold

Racket: Soft Front Style: Offensive, Close to Table

Yeah!

Damn it.

Yeah!

Quit messing around!

What does it matter, as long as I win?

Hey, Smile. Don't see you here often.

Hey, Smile.

You don't drop by often.

Who's that?

A newcomer.

Said he made it pretty far in middle school.

But he just plays like any other college kid now.

But he plays like a rich college kid.

You're making a fool out of me!

Having fun at your club?

Not really. It's always the same, no matter where I play.

Not really.

The game is the same wherever I play it.

That's not true, Smile.

I didn't want you to go to that school.

I didn't want you to go to that school. You deserve better.

Don't give me too much credit, Obaba.

Don't think too highly of me, old lady.

Yeah!

It's a nuisance.

I don't like it when people do that.

Have you thought about coaching kids?

Did you think over my offer to coach kids?

I can't teach kids.

I never know what they're going to do, and I don't like them.

Gotcha!

Yeah!

No bounce...

It's about three centuries too soon for you to challenge me.

What happened to my ten years of hard work?

What were my ten years of effort for?!

Hard work is for chumps with no talent.

Once I'm out of high school, I'm going to Europe.

If I make it to the top, this place'll gain some prestige, right, Obaba?

If I make it to the top, this place'll gain some prestige, right, old lady?

That's the same cliché all snotty-nosed kids use, Peco.

Come to the club tomorrow, Peco.

Leaving already?

You're not gonna play?

I don't care either way,

but they asked me to tell you, so I did.

Must be difficult, living like that.

It must be exhausting to live like that.

There are good things about him,

I do like that side of him,

but I hope he won't act like that forever.

but even I don't want him to be like that forever.

We're not in middle school anymore.

They call him Smile because he doesn't laugh?

Do you call him "Smile" because he never smiles?

Is he good?

He's been my friend for a long time,

so that's Smile-san to you.

so that's Mister Smile to you.

Why doesn't Tsukimoto smile?

So why don't you smile, Tsukimoto?

Is he making fun of us?

Are you makin' fun of us or what?

Let it go, Ota.

Let it go, Oota.

It makes me tired.

Laughing. Getting angry.

How cool!

Well, aren't you cool!

Don't be stuck-up.

C'mon, give it a rest.

This is an order from your Senpai.

This is an order from your elder.

Laugh.

Dropping out of the womb a year earlier

Dropping out of the womb a year earlier sure makes you high-and-mighty, doesn't it?

sure makes you high-and-mighty, doesn't it?

Moron! Don't!

I've heard just about enough out of that first year.

That first-year's totally picking a fight.

Bring it on!

You wanna fight? I'll fight!

Hey, what are you doing?

Now, now.

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The zipper was up top, but the fly was wide open!
Someone pointed it out, but I ignored them.
It was like that for nearly four hours, since the end of second period,
and no one said a thing to me the whole time!
Ain't that funny, Smile?
Yeah, it's funny.
You never laugh.
Where's Peco?
Dunno.
If he's not here, Ota-san will start griping again.
You two are a pain in the ass. You know that, right?
I don't know where he is.
Like hell you don't. You're the only one Peco listens to.
Because of Peco, we're—
Hey, first years! Quit flapping your gums!
The third years are here!
Yes, sir!
Yes, sir.
Tsukimoto Makoto (Smile) Right-Handed Shakehand
Racket: Double Reverse Style: Chopper
Come on! Let me hear you, first years!
Captain Yamada.
What is it?
Has that chopper with the glasses always been on our team?
What are you talking about?
He's one of the two up-and-comers who joined this year.
The other's skipping practice.
You should go say something to him, Mr. Koizumi.
The penhold kid with the bowl cut?
Yes.
If he doesn't wanna practice, get him to quit.
We can't do that.
He's our star player.
What about Mr. Glasses over there?
Tsukimoto's good, for sure.
But he's no match for Hoshino.
You're kidding...
Peco's probably at the table tennis hall near Odakyu Station.
That's not what I'm asking.
I'll draw you a map. You go.
What was that?!
I'm not Peco's guardian.
You keep saying that and I'll really lay into you!
Is Mr. Ota angry?
Yes. Since Hoshino and Tsukimoto came along, he's not a starter anymore.
They know they're better than us.
It makes them cocky.
You're new, aren't you?
Yeah, but I've been playing for ten years.
You look like a middle schooler. I can take you.
That's not what I meant.
Tamura Table Tennis Hall
I don't play people who don't bet.
Bet what? Money?
Obaba, I'm gonna use Table 4.
I don't rent tables to gamblers.
Hear that?
A thousand yen per game.
And they call me Peco here.
You can call me that, too.
But if I win, you have to add "san."
Call me Peco-san.
Hoshino Yutaka (Peco) Right-Handed Penhold
Racket: Soft Front Style: Offensive, Close to Table
Yeah!
Damn it.
Yeah!
Quit messing around!
What does it matter, as long as I win?
Hey, Smile. Don't see you here often.
Who's that?
A newcomer.
Said he made it pretty far in middle school.
But he just plays like any other college kid now.
You're making a fool out of me!
Having fun at your club?
Not really. It's always the same, no matter where I play.
That's not true, Smile.
I didn't want you to go to that school.
Don't give me too much credit, Obaba.
Yeah!
It's a nuisance.
Have you thought about coaching kids?
I can't teach kids.
I never know what they're going to do, and I don't like them.
Gotcha!
Yeah!
No bounce...
It's about three centuries too soon for you to challenge me.
What happened to my ten years of hard work?
Hard work is for chumps with no talent.
Once I'm out of high school, I'm going to Europe.
If I make it to the top, this place'll gain some prestige, right, Obaba?
That's the same cliché all snotty-nosed kids use, Peco.
Come to the club tomorrow, Peco.
Leaving already?
You're not gonna play?
I don't care either way,
but they asked me to tell you, so I did.
Must be difficult, living like that.
There are good things about him,
but I hope he won't act like that forever.
We're not in middle school anymore.
They call him Smile because he doesn't laugh?
Is he good?
He's been my friend for a long time,
so that's Smile-san to you.
Why doesn't Tsukimoto smile?
Is he making fun of us?
Let it go, Ota.
It makes me tired.
Laughing. Getting angry.
How cool!
Don't be stuck-up.
C'mon, give it a rest.
This is an order from your Senpai.
Laugh.
Dropping out of the womb a year earlier
sure makes you high-and-mighty, doesn't it?
Moron! Don't!
I've heard just about enough out of that first year.
Bring it on!
Hey, what are you doing?
Now, now.
Calm down and go back to practicing.
I asked you a question, idiot.
What?
Hoshino, stop.
Ribbit, ribbit.
They're jealous because they can't beat you at table tennis.
If you keep drinking condensed milk, you'll get diabetes.
Let's ditch this second-rate club and go to Tsujido Academy instead.
Let's go see China.
China? You mean the ringer they brought in from China?
Tsujido Academy brings in a Shanghai Junior League player as an exchange student
That has nothing to do with us.
Smile, you're such a typical type B.
Really?
If he played first string in his province,
that means he's at the same level as the national teams of other countries.
Hello, everybody.
Is everyone here?
Yes, sir!
Look. Koizumi's turned up now because you took so long.
Lessons, lessons.
Tsukimoto's under pressure.
Yeah.
Hoshino really is good...
Shut up, you first years!
Yes, sir!
I have a question for Captain Yamada.
Is Mr. Tsukimoto off his game today?
Who knows?
I haven't heard anything. Why?
He's taking it awfully easy today.
He can't help it when he's playing Hoshino.
Huh?
His attitude toward practice aside, Hoshino's really strong.
His footwork, his backhand, his blocks. Everything, basically.
Have they known each other long?
Tamura Table Tennis Hall
You know Tamura, the tennis table hall near the station?
Yeah.
They both got their start there.
Really?
I'm really excited to see how far they'll go
at this year's Inter High.
No man so good, but another may be as good as he.
What's that?
It means there's always someone better than you.
Hey, you first years!
Yes?
Come here!
I haven't seen Tsukimoto or Hoshino for a while.
What's going on?
They said they were going to spy on China. Right?
Yeah. They went over to Tsujido Academy.
Go outside.
I'll make you run laps until you puke.
Which bubblegum makes the biggest bubbles?
Dunno.
Bubblicious is good,
but Marukawa's cost-performance is right up there, too.
Want some gum?
No.
I wonder if Ota's making the first years do laps right now.
Probably.
I have so much fun with you.
Never a dull conversation.
Next stop?
The one after.
Is it cold outside?
How would I know? Figure it out yourself.
Damn.
I should've studied abroad in Europe.
Maybe Sweden or Germany.
You're saying this now? Hurry it up, Wenge.
Kong Wenge Right-Handed Chinese Penhold
Racket: Double Reverse Soft Style: Offensive Drive
Tsuji High was once the king of the east,
but we've been getting weaker every year.
We racked our empty brains and came up with a plan to invite
star athletes like Kong Wenge-kun to our school.
We decided relying on his guidance
would be best for our school.
What is this?
A folk dance?
He says he's learning a lot from watching how Japan plays.
Coach, we're going running.
Sure.
Wenge! They're going running!
This practice regimen is stupid.
If I play here, I'll get rusty in half a year.
What did he say?
He's jet-lagged.
Would it be all right if he started tomorrow?
Oh, yes, of course. That didn't occur to me.
Kong
Wait up, Smile.
Are you gonna just walk straight in?
Yeah. Why not?
Why not? Because...
Well, whatever.
Is that the gym?
Don't get full of yourself, Wenge.
Don't forget that we own you.
It's not a problem, as long as I win.
That's some confidence you've got.
You saw those guys, right?
I could beat them with just my forehand.
If I'd known this would happen, I would've given up sooner...
A Chinese penhold grip.
Kong Wenge?
So this is real Chinese sticky rubber.
Did he kill them all with his Chinese kung-fu?
They're probably out running.
What kind of training regimen is that?
They've got some nice tables.
This racket's got nice rubber on it, too.
And those losers aren't even good!
It's even got a carbon blade.
Looks like Wenge's not here.
Let's go.
Huh?
You're joking...
Just until China comes back.
I want to try stopping your cut with this.
You hear that?
Yeah, he's a good chopper.
But the pace of the attacker...
He's got speed, too.
Compared to the chopper, the attacker's play is sloppy.
But the chopper has his hands full just returning the ball...
The attacker has powerful strokes, huh?
No. The attacker's strong, but he leaves a lot of openings.
The chopper's losing on purpose.
Why?
Who knows? Isn't that how Japanese people are?
Anyway, let's head inside.
The sound of the wind is...
...in the way.
Kata High! Fight! Fight! Fight!
You're slowing down!
Mr. Tsukimoto's not here, Captain Yamada.
Faster!
He said he was going to spy on Tsujido Academy and left.
What?
It's just an excuse to skip practice.
Hoshino must've taken him along.
Let me hear you, first years!
Kata High! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Captain, let them come back inside already.
We're not the track team.
But...
That's right.
Hoshino and Tsukimoto are babies because you let them off easy.
Let them skip today.
Coach...
It's a good opportunity for them to learn that China
isn't just a country of ramen and public nuisances.
First years, gather 'round!
That's enough!
Keep playing like that and it'll become a habit, Glasses!
It's China.
Playing at full strength is how you show respect to your opponent.
He's trying to say—
You don't need to translate, Coach.
Glasses understands what I'm saying.
Right?
N-Ni hao.
Switch with me.
Kong wants to play.
Try cutting my strokes.
Xie xie.
Not you.
Wenge! Play him.
Tch.
The tempo's too fast.
There's heavy spin on that. It's fast, too.
So this is what they call the Chinese Four Thousand Year Super Drive?
Roger that.
There it is!
The Chinese Four Thousand Year Super Drive!
Huh?
He's got a sinking drive, too?
Then, I'll hit it lower this time.
Am I being punished?
That's a lot of spin.
I'll have to slice over the top of it.
Who knew I'd be chased out of first string
and thrown into a pack of losers who wouldn't even cut it on second string?
Is this Hell?
Born in the country of table tennis,
I practiced more than enough.
I got results.
I supported my family.
But one little slip-up, and now I'm stuck
with these guys...
Your backhand is weak!
So is your forehand!
And your legs!
And your reactions!
Nothing you've got is good enough!!
You don't deserve to be on the same
table as me!!
Why am I here, in this country in the Far East?
You need to realize...
Your own strength!
Your lack of experience!!
11 – Love.
The match goes to Kong.
He skunked me.
He skunked me...
Crying when you lose is a bad habit.
Let's go, Peco.
You went too far.
Showing him reality.
Stand up. Come on.
Okay.
Wait, Glasses.
You, with the glasses.
Show me your cut next.
Kong's interested in you.
Will you play him?
I'll only lose.
He won't play because he'll lose.
Who'll lose?!
Glasses has no fighting spirit.
It's sad that he had no one to instill it in him.
Or maybe...
the one who has faith in his own lack of talent is more pathetic.
Wenge.
Let's practice.
If there are guys like him here,
I might be saved yet.
Annihilated
What's that?
Monster Robot.
No, that song.
Is it weird?
A little.
Next stop?
No.
The one after.

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Commie
The zipper was up top, but the fly was wide open!
Someone pointed it out, but I ignored them.
I was like that for almost four hours after second period ended.
And nobody told me!
Ain't that funny, Smile?
Yeah, it's funny.
You seriously never smile.
Where's Peco today?
Dunno.
If he's not here, Oota will start griping again.
Yeah, you two are a thorn in his side.
Do you get that?
Whatever.
C'mon, man! Peco only listens to you, and thanks to Peco, we're—
Hey, first-years! Quit flapping your gums!
The third-years are here!
Yes, sir!
Yes, sir.
Come on! Let me hear you, first-years!
Captain Yamada.
What is it?
Has that chopper with the glasses always been on our team?
What are you talking about?
He's one of the two up-and-comers who joined this year.
The other's skipping practice.
Please, Mr. Koizumi, give him a talking-to.
The penhold kid with the bowl cut?
Yes.
If he doesn't wanna practice, get him to quit.
We can't do that.
He's our star player.
What about Mr. Glasses over there?
Tsukimoto's good, for sure.
He's no match for Hoshino, though.
You're kidding...
Peco's probably at the table tennis hall near Odakyuu Station.
That's not what I'm asking.
I'll draw you a map. You go.
What was that?!
I'm not Peco's guardian.
If you keep talkin' like that, I'm seriously gonna haze you!
Is Mr. Oota angry?
Yes. Since Hoshino and Tsukimoto came along, he's not a starter anymore.
They know they're better than us.
It makes them cocky.
You're new here, aren't you?
Yeah, but I've been playing for ten years.
I'm sure I can beat a kid like you.
That's not what I meant.
I don't play people who don't bet.
Bet what? Money?
Old lady, I'm borrowing table four!
I don't rent tables to gamblers.
Hear that?
A thousand yen per game.
And FYI, I go by "Peco" around here.
You can call me that too.
But if I win, you add a "mister."
That's Mister Peco to you!

Yeah!
Damn it.
Yeah!
Quit messing around!
What does it matter, as long as I win?
Hey, Smile.
You don't drop by often.
Who's that?
A newcomer.
Said he made it pretty far in middle school.
But he plays like a rich college kid.
You're making a fool out of me!
Having fun at your club?
Not really.
The game is the same wherever I play it.
That's not true, Smile.
I didn't want you to go to that school. You deserve better.
Don't think too highly of me, old lady.
Yeah!
I don't like it when people do that.
Did you think over my offer to coach kids?
I can't teach kids.
I never know what they're going to do, and I don't like them.
Gotcha!
Yeah!
No bounce...
It's about three centuries too soon for you to challenge me.
What were my ten years of effort for?!
Hard work is for chumps with no talent.
Once I'm out of high school, I'm going to Europe.
If I make it to the top, this place'll gain some prestige, right, old lady?
That's the same cliché all snotty-nosed kids use, Peco.
Come to the club tomorrow, Peco.
Leaving already?
You're not gonna play?
I don't care either way,
but they asked me to tell you, so I did.
It must be exhausting to live like that.
I do like that side of him,
but even I don't want him to be like that forever.
We're not in middle school anymore.
Do you call him "Smile" because he never smiles?
Is he good?
He's been my friend for a long time,
so that's Mister Smile to you.
So why don't you smile, Tsukimoto?
Are you makin' fun of us or what?
Let it go, Oota.
It makes me tired.
Laughing. Getting angry.
Well, aren't you cool!
Don't be stuck-up.
C'mon, give it a rest.
This is an order from your elder.
Laugh.
Dropping out of the womb a year earlier sure makes you high-and-mighty, doesn't it?
Moron! Don't!
That first-year's totally picking a fight.
You wanna fight? I'll fight!
Hey, what are you doing?
Now, now.
Calm down and go back to practicing.
I asked you a question, idiot.
What?!
Hoshino, stop.
Ribbit, ribbit.
They're jealous because they can't beat you at table tennis.
If you keep drinking condensed milk, you'll get diabetes.
Let's ditch this pathetic practice and go to Tsujidou Academy instead.
You know, to see China.
China?
You mean the ringer they brought in from China?
That has nothing to do with us.
Smile, you're such a typical type B.
Really?
If he played first string in his province,
that means he's at the same level as the national teams of other countries.
Hello, everybody.
Is everyone here?
Yes, sir!
Look. Koizumi's turned up now because you took so long.
Lessons, lessons.
Tsukimoto's under pressure.
Yeah.
Hoshino really is good.
Shut up, you first-years!
Yes, sir!
Question for you, Captain Yamada.
Is Mr. Tsukimoto under the weather today?
Who knows? I haven't heard anything.
Why?
He's not on his game.
That'd be because he's up against Hoshino.
Huh?
His attitude toward practice aside, Hoshino's really good.
His footwork, his backhand, his blocks. Everything, basically.
Have they known each other long?
You know Tamura, the tennis table hall near the station?
Yeah.
They both got their start there.
Really?
I'm really excited to see how far they'll go at this year's Interhigh.
No man so good, but another may be as good as he.
What does that mean?
That there's always someone better than you.
Hey, you first-years!
Yes?
Come here!
I haven't seen Tsukimoto or Hoshino for a while.
What's going on?
They said they were going to spy on China. Right?
Yeah. They went over to Tsujidou Academy.
Get outside.
You're running laps until you puke.
Which kind of gum do you figure makes the biggest bubbles?
Dunno.
Bubblicious is good,
but Marukawa's cost-performance is right up there too.
Want some gum?
No.
I wonder if Oota's making the first-years do laps right now.
Probably.
I have so much fun with you.
Never a dull conversation.
Next stop?
The one after.
Is it cold outside?
How would I know? Figure it out yourself.
Damn.
I should've studied abroad in Europe.
Maybe Sweden or Germany.
It's a little late to say that now. Hurry it up, Wenge.
Tsujidou Academy was once the king of the east, but we've been getting weaker every year.
We did our meager best to come up with a plan,
and decided our best bet was to invite a first-class player like Kong Wenge, and seek his direct guidance.
What is this?
A folk dance?
He says he's learning a lot from watching how Japan plays.
Coach, we're going running.
Sure.
Wenge! They're going running!
This practice regimen is stupid.
If I play here, I'll get rusty in half a year.
What did he say?
He's jet-lagged.
Would it be all right if he started tomorrow?
Oh, yes, of course.
That didn't occur to me.
Wait up, Smile.
Are you gonna just walk straight in?
Yeah.
Why not?
Why not? Because...
Well, whatever.
Is that the gym?
Don't get full of yourself, Wenge.
Remember they're paying for you to be here!
It's not a problem, as long as I win.
That's some confidence you've got.
You saw those guys, right?
I could beat them with just my forehand.
If I'd known this'd happen, I would've given up sooner...
A Chinese penhold grip.
Kong Wenge?
So this is real Chinese sticky rubber.
Maybe China killed the whole team with his kung fu!
They're probably out running.
What kind of training regimen is that?
They've got some nice tables.
This racket's got nice rubber on it too.
And those losers aren't even good!
It's even got a carbon blade.
Looks like Wenge's not here.
Let's go.
Huh?
You've gotta be kidding me.
Gotta kill time until China gets here.
I wanna return one of your chops with this baby!
You hear that?
Yeah, that's a good chopper.
But the hitter is controlling the game.
He has speed.
Compared to the chopper, the attacker's play is sloppy.
But the chopper has his hands full just returning the ball.
Is the hitter getting a high arc?
No. He's got speed, but he leaves himself wide open.
The chopper's losing on purpose.
Why?
Who knows? Maybe it's a Japanese thing.
Anyway, let's head inside.
The wind makes it too hard to hear.

Katase High! Fight! Fight! Fight!
You're slowing down!
Mr. Tsukimoto's not here, Captain Yamada.
Faster!
He said he was going to spy on Tsujidou Academy and left.
What?
It's just an excuse to skip practice.
Hoshino probably instigated it.
Let me hear you, first-years!
Katase High! Fight! Fight!
Captain, let them come back inside already.
We're not the track team.
But...
That's right.
It's because you spoil them that Tsukimoto and Hoshino take advantage!
Well, let them off the hook for today.
Coach...
It's a good chance for them to learn China's got more than just noodles and dumplings.
First-years, gather 'round!
That's enough!
Keep playing like that and it'll become a habit, Glasses!
It's China.
Holding back is disrespectful to your opponent.
He's trying to say—
You don't need to translate, Coach.
Glasses understands what I'm saying.
Right?
N-Ni hao.
Switch with me.
Kong wants to play.
Try chopping my strokes.
Xie xie.
Not you.
Wenge! Play him.
Tch.
His speed varies like crazy.
There 's heavy spin on that. Fast spin at that.
Is this like a "Super Drive" with 4,000 years of Chinese empire behind it?
I hear ya loud and clear!
It's time...
Eat this 4,000-year Super Drive!
Huh?
He 's got a sinking drive too?
Then I 'll hit it lower this time.
What did I do to deserve this?
That 's a lot of spin.
I 'll have to put some top spin on it.
I get kicked off the top team,
and then they toss me in with
crap players who wouldn 't make second string?
Is this Hell?
Born in the country of table tennis,
I practiced more than enough.
I got results.
I supported my family.
But one little slip-up,
and now I 'm stuck with these guys...
Your backhand is weak!
So is your forehand!
And your legs!
And your reactions!
Nothing you 've got is good enough!
You don 't deserve to be at the same table as me!
What did I do to deserve being thrown to end of the world?
Now learn...
how powerless...
and unpolished you are!
Eleven-love.
The match goes to Kong.
I got skunked...
Skunked!
You have a bad habit of crying after you lose.
Let's go, Peco.
You went too far.
I was just making him face reality.
Stand up. Come on.
Okay.
Wait, Glasses.
You, with the glasses.
Show me your chops next.
Kong's interested in you.
Would you do me a favor and play him?
It'd only end in defeat.
He says no, because it would just end in defeat.
Whose defeat?!
Glasses has no fighting spirit.
It's a pity that he had no one to instill it in him.
That said,
maybe it's more of a pity to believe in a talent you don't have.
Wenge.
Let's practice.
If there are guys like him here,
then maybe there's still some hope left for me.
What's that?
Monster Robot.
I mean the song.
Is it weird?
A little.
Next stop?
No.
The one after.

In my case, it 's pretty simple.
I don 't care about anyone else. I just don 't find losing fun.
Anyway, all 's good as long as I win.
I can feel another hot summer 's coming.