It's exactly the same as the old men on the roadside in the community.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hui smiled and felt much more relaxed.

After a while, Li Xiaohong changed into a table tennis sportswear and came out, and then led Wang Hui to the service desk.

The handsome male front desk registered Wang Hui's approximate situation and then assigned a locker room.

Wang Hui had to change his clothes and found that Li Xiaohong was smiling and chatting with an old man wearing a sports suit.

"You are Xiao Wang, come on."

When the old man saw Wang Hui, his eyes lit up and he waved to him.

"I am Wang Hui..." Wang Hui grinned and said, "If you don't say it, you, I will be civilized, you, me, and he."

"Wang Hui, let me introduce you to it. This is Grandpa Hu."

"Hello, Grandpa Hu."

Wang Hui bent over and took the initiative to reach out.

The old man looked seventy years old and was in good spirits. He blushed and his eyes were bright.

"I heard from Xiaohong that you have two tricks on ping-pong. Come on, play a game with me first."

Grandpa Hu didn't say anything, and pulled Wang Hui to the table tennis table, ready to rub his hands, and also moved his body, as if the old man wanted to give young people some color.

The people who played mahjong next to him stopped playing, and the people who played bridge put them down and came over.

Everyone was of different ages and was laughing around the table, as if they were waiting for the big show to be staged.

"Old Hu, we are the number one master of table tennis here. Wang Hui, you must be careful when dealing with it."

Li Xiaohong was silent and asked to remind her.

"Yes, boy, I won't show mercy."

Grandpa Hu laughed loudly, and he was sure to win.

Wang Hui is now rushing the duck to put it on the shelves and has to fight.

"Look at the football!"

Grandpa Hu shouted loudly, posing his posture and threw the ball high.

The next moment, Wang Hui was stunned.
Chapter completed!