173 Riyadh World Games-Mixed Team

◎She may have entered another period of confusion.◎

Ren Xinhua has been paying close attention to the Chinese team's mixed team competitions these days.

Because her heart rate needed to be monitored in real time and she was afraid that Ren Xinhua would suddenly faint uncontrollably at her old age, she could not leave the ward and had to wait to return to China with the main team for surgery.

Another reason is that they are worried that there will be problems with the national table tennis team and that these children and the head coaches of the two teams will not be able to handle it.

But unexpectedly, they won the games with a score of [3:0] in a row, which really gave Ren Xinhua a reassurance.

In the third round of the quarter-finals, the opponent was the Russian team, whom they had often met.

The Russian team's playing style has always been direct and violent, advocating a fast pace.

In addition to Little Snow and Pineapple Head, whom I often met before, I also met a few new Russians this time.

Zhu Qi was a bit face-blind, and all of them looked pretty much the same. The only difference was that most of the newcomers on the Russian team had dark brown hair, which made them look different from the other blond, blue-eyed Slavs.

The match against the Russian team went relatively smoothly.

Except for the first men's doubles match where they encountered a Russian newcomer and were defeated by the opponent, they won all the other matches.

Little Snow and Pineapple Head are veteran players of the Russian team, but now they are showing some signs of fatigue as they get older.

After successfully advancing to the quarterfinals, the Chinese team packed up and prepared to leave the stadium.

A Shui has always been interested in these foreigners. Since he didn't win the first men's doubles match, he has been discussing these Russian newcomers.

"Why are their hair colors different?" Ah Shui was curious. "Little Snow and Pineapple Head both have classic blond hair and blue eyes, but these new Russian guys have the same hair as us."

After hearing this, Maomao zipped up his golf bag while chatting with A Shui: "Maybe it has something to do with the different races. It's hard to tell from their looks, maybe only their hair is a little different. Maybe it has something to do with our different nationalities..."

Zhu Qi joked along, "Many of us like to call Russians 'Maozi,' and these black-haired people are 'Black Maozi.' Golden Maozi are actually more pure in Slavic ancestry, while Black Maozi may have some blood mixed in with other races. Golden Maozi generally live near Moscow, while Black Maozi live in the Far East, very close to our three northeastern provinces. Their economic capabilities may not be as good as those of Golden Maozi near the capital of Moscow. After all, Russia is famous for its vast land mass and sparse population. While its geographical area is vast, the actual living environment only accounts for less than one-tenth of its territory."

However, judging from their physique, both black-haired and golden-haired dogs are very suitable for playing table tennis.

They are taller and have longer arms.

When I swing the ball in a circle, it feels hard and heavy, like a head turning.

This is when the difference between Asian loop balls and European loop balls comes into play.

As soon as the topic came up, Ah Shui also felt that today's men's doubles loss was confusing, and began to discuss with Zhu Qi: "Is there any difference between these two loop shots?"

Zhu Qi randomly picked up a piece of paper nearby and drew a semicircle and a semi-ellipse on it. Pointing at the semi-ellipse, he said, "Our loop shots are usually like this. Because we focus on high spin on the ball, the ball usually bounces upwards. But European loop shots are the latter. They focus more on speed and power, so the loops are not as round."

Ah Shui understood it instantly: "I get it. The black guy's looping ball has great power and speed, but it doesn't place much emphasis on spin. That's why Da Ling and Lao Qin couldn't adapt to it at first."

Sometimes table tennis is all about the breath.

If your skills suddenly weaken, it will be easy for the opponent to take advantage of you and attack you.

Zhu Qi thought about the third game of the men's doubles, starting from the thirteenth ball. At the most critical moment when the scores of the two players were rising alternately, the Russian player counterattacked with a forehand straight ball, and Song Linzhou and Qin Xiaoba slowed down and could not keep up.

As soon as Qin Xiaoba and Song Linzhou returned to their suite, Qin Xiaoba knew that his sister would be back soon and would come to "settle the score" with him.

"My sister's personality is like that. She goes berserk after losing a match. Just watch! In less than ten minutes, she's coming to me, ball after ball, to talk." Qin Xiaoba took off his tennis bag and watched Song Linzhou, sitting on the sofa next to him, start to remove his waist belt. He leaned over to help Song Linzhou remove the corset. "How are you? Before we started, I told you this thing wouldn't be too tight, but look at you... Ouch, it's bleeding!"

Song Linzhou's straight-blade horizontal hitting requires strength from the waist, which is very harmful to the waist.

After the men's singles match, Song Linzhou lay in bed all night without getting up. His entire lumbar spine felt as if it was being smashed one by one along the bone joints by a small hammer.

The next day, it took him a long time to sit up, and he couldn't even bend down to tie his shoelaces on his own. It was Daxiong who came over to help him.

Song Linzhou hadn't told anyone about playing in a group these days.

Although blocking injections can relieve pain, they cannot cure the root cause. There is even a possibility that the blocking injections will paralyze the pain nerves, leading to further injuries due to excessive force during competition.

So Song Linzhou wore a waist brace.

Today's waist belts are made of hard leather, similar to belts. They are only tied around the waist to keep the waist bones in a certain position and prevent excessive force.

If you wear this kind of waist belt for too long, the hard leather inside will cut your skin.

Now Song Linzhou lifted up his clothes, and Qin Xiaoba saw a very deep mark on his back. There was even blood oozing out from the friction between his skin and leather due to playing basketball for a long time.

"Just wipe it with some iodine bar." Song Linzhou said to Qin Xiaoba while lying on the sofa.

Qin Xiaoba unscrewed the bottle cap while looking for a cotton swab. "Hey, you say us athletes, especially me and Big Bear, who are members of the Sports Committee of the Bayi Team, don't have it as easy as other branches of the military? When the Bayi Team was training, they said they envied us athletes, but our training is no easier than theirs, and we're just as prone to injury..."

"Everyone has their own difficulties. They are always prepared, unlike us who have games every day."

"Hey, why are you saying the same thing as my sister? My sister also said last time that we can go out to compete every day and everyone knows our names and faces. But many soldiers train day after day, year after year, and they don't relax even in times of peace. Maybe many of them will never have the chance to fight in their entire lives, but as long as there is a war, their names may not be remembered." Qin Xiaoba muttered as he rummaged through the medical bag. "Oh? The cotton swab is gone."

Song Linzhou hadn't wanted to bother with that, figuring it was just a scrape that would scab over in two days, so why bother applying medicine? It was so hypocritical.

But Qin Xiaoba insisted that the wound was very deep and insisted on going out to the hotel to ask for a cotton swab.

As soon as Qin Xiaoba left, Zhu Qi arrived.

She held a notebook in her hand, on which was written a bunch of arrangements for tomorrow's game.

The Chinese team advanced to the semi-finals, and just in the other quarter-final, the Hong Kong team eliminated the Japanese team.

This means that they will face the Hong Kong team again tomorrow.

The Hong Kong team has recruited two new female players, and together with Huang Jiajia there are three girls in total.

Originally, Zhu Qi and Maomao saw that the other two female players of the Hong Kong team did not participate in other events of this World Games, and thought that the Hong Kong team wanted these two female players to join the mixed team for training. Unexpectedly, after watching the game between the Hong Kong team and the Japanese team, they suddenly found that the other team was coming in with great momentum.

Judging from the pairing, the two girls' doubles pairing has great understanding and they are definitely well prepared for this World Games.

The two players coordinated their attacks from both sides perfectly, making the Japanese women's doubles team run around in circles.

Zhu Qi and Maomao both felt that they needed to think carefully about tomorrow's match with the Hong Kong team, so Zhu Qi came over to review the mistakes in today's game with Song Linzhou and Qin Xiaoba.

When he arrived, he found Song Linzhou half lying on the sofa, biting the hem of his clothes to expose his back, and holding a bottle of iodine in one hand.

Zhu Qi first saw the bloodstain on Song Linzhou's back and was startled: "What happened to you? Was it caused by your waist belt?"

Song Linzhou nodded, and when he wanted to tear off his clothes, he felt a burning pain on his back, which made him gasp.

"Why isn't anyone applying medicine for you?" Zhu Qi walked over and took a look at his back.

It circled around Song Linzhou's back, leaving a scarlet mark in the middle and a large area of ​​bloody marks where the skin was scraped.

Whenever Song Linzhou moved slightly, blood oozed out of the wound.

"Xiao Ba went to find a cotton swab..." Song Linzhou felt a little embarrassed and wanted to sit up and put his clothes down.

Normally in the training hall, other male players like to lift up their clothes because they feel too hot, but Song Linzhou just wears a sleeveless shirt obediently.

It's unclear if this guy is shy or what, but Zhu Qi rarely sees him interacting with the opposite sex alone. On several occasions during interviews in Japan and South Korea, many female players there wanted to take photos with him individually, but he was politely declined unless there were other players nearby.

Logically speaking, the Bayi team also has such a rule, that is, if you can avoid taking photos with foreign fans, then do so, especially with fans from Japan, South Korea and the United States.

After all, the Bayi team has military status, which involves some "political sensitivities."

Qin Xiaoba had previously joked with Zhu Qi, saying that Song Linzhou looked more like a Bayi player than the Bayi players.

"Then you'll have to wait. Coach Shi just called him away to give him a lecture." Zhu Qi sat down on the sofa and rummaged through the medical bag. "If you don't treat it, it will be more difficult to heal if it gets infected later."

There were no cotton swabs in the bag, but there was a large piece of cotton.

Zhu Qi felt that Qin Xiaoba was really stupid when he was stupid and didn't know how to be flexible.

She first wiped her hands with iodine to disinfect them, then rubbed a piece of cotton in her hands, used scissors to hold it and dipped it in the iodine bottle, then said to Song Linzhou, "Lie down."

Song Linzhou had his back to Zhu Qi, his clothes lifted up below his shoulders.

Zhu Qi pinched the cotton ball and first wiped the blood stains off his waist, then repeated the process of pulling the cotton, dipping it in iodine, and wiping the wound.

"You are quite patient. Being strangled by the leather like this..." Zhu Qi frowned as he watched the iodine seep into the wound on his skin.

She was a little conflicted.

I had originally planned to let Song Linzhou play in the men's singles in tomorrow's mixed team.

Now watch...

A tingling pain spread along the wound. Song Linzhou pressed his face against the pillow and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Zhu Qi asked back.

"We didn't play well in men's doubles today." Song Linzhou hugged a pillow and lay on the sofa, saying submissively. "I'll be fine tomorrow. I can play any position you give me."

Zhu Qi did not answer.

Song Linzhou thought Zhu Qi was worried about his back injury and worried that he wouldn't perform well tomorrow, so he quickly said, "Actually, it's nothing at all. It doesn't hurt at all. It's not a problem at all."

Zhu Qi knew that Song Linzhou was actually quite strong-willed.

well.

Being a head coach is a tough job.

Zhu Qi knew this before, but the work was more complicated than she had imagined.

The inevitable injuries of athletes are likely to affect their performance in the competition, and some psychological tactics are needed at this time.

Zhu Qi began to wonder, if it was Ren Xinhua at this time, what would Ren Xinhua do?

In fact, Qin Xiaoba can also play in the men's singles, but Song Linzhou's performance is more stable.

Letting Qin Xiaoba play in the men's singles is somewhat of a gamble. The gamble is whether Qin Xiaoba can perform exceptionally well, and also whether the opponent's tactical arrangements will be equally unexpected.

After Zhu Qi wiped the blood stains clean, he applied a layer of medicine powder on it and then helped him wrap it with gauze.

The muscles on Song Linzhou's waist were very hard, like pieces of stone.

He has low sebum levels, so areas where he applies too much pressure are prone to injury.

In fact, the most suitable people to play table tennis are those who have a layer of fat wrapped around their muscles and look a little "fat".

Fat can protect muscles, making such people less likely to get injured.

"Okay, get up." Zhu Qi threw the iodine-soaked cotton swabs into the trash can and then picked up the gauze scattered across the table. "It seems like you and Qin Shang have already analyzed the reasons for the failure, so I won't say much."

Song Linzhou lifted his clothes and when he sat up, he looked at Zhu Qi's slightly furrowed brows and remembered that it seemed like he hadn't seen Zhu Qi smile for a long time.

Zhu Qi himself is not the type of person who expresses his emotions. When the two first met, Zhu Qi looked like a little adult with many thoughts, as if there had never been any carefree adolescence for Zhu Qi.

She is always preoccupied.

It feels like I am surrounding myself with a wall, and then building my own bricks inside.

Many times it seemed that even her younger brother, including the cat and A Shui who lived under the same roof, would only occasionally "sit" inside her fence, and then she would immediately lock up her thoughts and digest them alone.

Over the years, I have played in many competitions and won many honors.

Some competitions are no longer challenging for Zhu Qi.

Even the carefree and happy smile on Zhu Qi's face, which he used to see when he defeated one powerful opponent after another, is now becoming less and less common.

Song Linzhou knew that she might have entered another period of confusion.

Perhaps the new task of "leading the team" given to her by Ren Xinhua will allow Zhu Qi to find some emotions to break through herself.

He blurted out a sentence.

"No matter what fight you arrange for me to fight, I won't lose a single one from now on. I promise."