44 Tokyo World Games-Mixed Doubles

◎【2nd update】The whole court was filled with the sound of the Chinese team's bats hitting the balls!◎

Cameras in the 1990s were large and bulky, but they already had flash functions, and the flash light was very strong and dazzling.

If this happened in a competition 20 years later, he would definitely be stopped immediately and ejected.

However, during the development of these high-end electronic devices, many off-site rules were not so clearly detailed.

This means that the field controllers have never thought of dealing with it.

"What should we do? The camera light is pointed at Bao Bao. It's so bright that Bao Bao and Da Ling can't even see the ball!" Maomao watched the referee's reaction and felt his heart sink. "What's wrong with this referee? Why doesn't he remove that person from the field?"

Table tennis is a sport that relies heavily on the eyes.

You have to watch the serve, the spin, the landing point, and the trajectory of the ball...

This kind of light is too disturbing to the players on the field!

"This is Japan's home turf. Maybe it was the Japanese themselves who did this." Ah Shui slapped his thigh anxiously and looked back at Ren Xin who was sitting in the back. "The score has been pulled away by the Japanese team. What should we do?"

Up to now in the fifth game, the Japanese team is leading the Chinese team by four points.

The situation is not good.

Whenever Zhu Qi and Song Linzhou received the ball, the flash light would flash for a moment.

I thought things would get better after the two sides switched positions.

But the flash followed to the position right opposite Zhu Qi and Song Linzhou.

Now everyone is sure.

This is the person sent deliberately to cause trouble!

Xu Dong was so angry that he was shaking all over. After calling a timeout for Zhu Qi and Song Linzhou, he went to argue with the referee.

Although she could speak some English, the damn Japanese referee was obviously pretending to be stupid. He did not expel the person who used the flashlight in the stands. Instead, he said that Xu Dong was deliberately delaying the game and gave Xu Dong a yellow card.

Now all the Chinese people in the stands were furious.

"This bastard is lying with his eyes open! Is he cheating because his team is about to lose?"

"What the hell! I really want to kick him so he knows who's king!"

"You blind dogs! You American slaves! Every Chinese person is your father! I'll fuck all of you!"

The Japanese team won the fifth game with a score of [6:11].

Now the Chinese team is one game behind. As long as the Japanese team wins one more game, they can enter the finals!

All the Japanese were partying.

Qin Xiaoba stood up and rushed: "I'm going to drive that guy out!"

"Don't be so impulsive. Change your clothes and follow me." A Shui pulled him and gave him a wink.

She and Qin Xiaoba took off their sportswear and changed into casual clothes without the national flag.

Maomao was stunned: "What are you doing? Ah Shui, don't do anything stupid."

"These little bastards have been playing tricks on the Chinese for a hundred years. Today we will let them know what it means to turn the tables! Let's go!" Ah Shui winked at Qin Xiaoba, and the two of them crouched down and walked out of the stands.

"Are you going to evade the Japanese team too? Are you going to use your camera to evade the Japanese too?" Although Qin Xiaoba didn't know what Ah Shui was going to do, he wanted to be the first to do it if he could teach the devil a lesson.

Ah Shui cursed, "You're so stupid! We're going to dodge the Japanese team. Will they let us go? Just follow me."

When A Shui thought about what he was going to do soon, he couldn't help laughing.

Qin Xiaoba followed closely behind, watching Ah Shui sneak into the camp of Japanese fans in the third-floor stands, and slowly and steadily move towards the man in the baseball cap who was holding a mobile phone and pointing it at the Chinese team.

What the other person was holding was actually a Casio camera, the originator of the rarest digital cameras in 1994, the kind that doesn't require film.

The two exchanged glances, and A Shui walked around the crowd and went to the row in front of the man taking pictures.

Because the entire venue is a bird's nest-style building, the upper floor is slightly higher than the lower floor.

When the man stretched out his phone to take a picture, Ah Shui used his quick reaction ability as a sports student and rushed in front of the man to block the phone!

The man was stunned. He looked down and saw the girl on the small screen glaring at him menacingly. Before he could react, the camera in his hand was snatched away by Qin Xiaoba, who then grabbed the man's collar with his right hand and pulled it off.

Everyone around was concentrating on watching the game, when suddenly their attention was drawn to a Chinese girl grabbing a man in a bucket hat and yelling, "Creepshot! Bakayaloo!"

Ah Shui didn't know whether the man understood English or not, but he definitely understood "Bagayalu". Then he said a lot of words to Ah Shui, and Qin Xiaoba next to him heard it was Korean!

Isn’t this the person arranged by the Japanese team?

In the national team, he ate well, lived well, and slept well, and with a daily high-protein diet, his body was as straight and strong as a bamboo joint. Although only sixteen years old, Qin Xiaoba was much taller than this adult man, and his hand strength was also surprisingly great.

The man struggled twice, but his strength was no match for that of a sixteen-year-old athlete.

"You snap, snap, you're dead!"

Qin Xiaoba almost laughed out loud when he heard Ah Shui's broken English. He grabbed the man by the collar and walked towards the door: "Why are you wasting so much time talking to this guy? Take him to see the police."

The man struggled desperately like a skinny chicken: "No! No!"

Maomao had been watching them from the other side. Seeing Qin Xiaoba and a man pulling each other, A Shui took the camera directly, put it under his feet and stomped on it a few times.

The lenses were shattered all over the floor.

The man taking the photo blushed instantly, and started yelling and quacking like a duck with its neck stepped on. This noise attracted the surrounding security personnel to gather around him.

Although flash photography is not yet prohibited outside the venue, noise is prohibited.

The cat couldn't hear what was happening because it was far away. It only heard a few words like "police" and "secret camera". It was just about to stand up and go over to see what was going on.

The Buddha was sitting in the back. He first noticed that Ah Shui and Qin Xiaoba's seats were empty, and then saw Maomao stand up and leave. He asked, "Where are you going? Where are Fang Miao and Qin Shang? The sixth game is about to start. Why are you running out to have fun now?"

The Chinese team lost two games in a row, and the atmosphere among the team was very tense.

Maomao was afraid that Shui and the others would be caught doing something bad, so she could only say, "They went to the bathroom and will probably be back soon. I want to go out and look for them."

"You are such a grown-up that you can't get lost. You will know how to come back on your own." The Buddha's words made the cat sit back down again.

Seeing that the noise was too loud, the venue manager finally came over to ask what was going on.

Qin Xiaoba shook his phone, showing Ah Shui's photo, and said, "Creepshot my friend! He's trash and a pervert."

"No!" The Korean man taking the photo kept saying I didn't have it.

The field controller looked at A Shui and Qin Xiaoba, then looked at the Korean, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

The Korean man taking the photo started talking in English again. Ah Shui couldn't understand him and pulled Qin Xiaoba: "What is he saying?"

"He said he didn't take any secret photos and that we had damaged his expensive camera, so he demanded compensation."

Miss Huhai had no concept of money and said carelessly: "I'll pay him back, but what if there's a photo of me on his film?"

Ah Shui had just finished speaking when the man started talking a lot more the next second.

He answered the call very quickly, and A Shui suspected that this grandson could understand Chinese completely.

Qin Xiaoba translated: "He said he definitely didn't take any secret photos, and that you got into his camera yourself."

Ah Shui raised her hand and stroked it towards the man's face: "Tell him to be careful with his face next time, don't let it hit my hand."

After several arguments, a man suddenly came over, pushing aside the stage control.

The visitor was a young man, looking more mature than Qin Xiaoba, yet still possessing a youthful innocence. His hair had a few curls, as if carefully permed at a barbershop, giving him a very stylish look. His skin was a perfectly even tan, a natural color that was completely different from that of a tanned person. He exuded a healthy aura.

He was wearing a cream-colored tracksuit with a Japanese flag on his chest.

A Shui felt a little uneasy and pulled Qin Xiaoba's arm.

The Japanese team?

The field controller saw him and bowed slightly.

The young man said something in Japanese, and then the venue control immediately changed his attitude towards the man taking pictures and asked him to leave in a very tough manner.

The man was unwilling and talked a lot, trying to find loopholes in the rules and claiming that he had not violated them.

Ah Shui didn't bother to argue with him; she just didn't want him to continue interfering with Zhu Qi's competition. So she fished out a bulging wallet from her pocket, pulled out a handful of thickly padded green coins, and threw them in the man's face without even counting them.

The man was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a scene before.

Although it was a bit humiliating when the soft banknotes were thrown at my face, I was intoxicated by the fragrance of the money.

Maomao was anxiously watching everything that happened on A Shui's side from a distance, until the man taking the photo ran away with the money and A Shui pulled Qin Xiaoba back, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's going on? What did you do?"

After Ah Shui gave a brief summary, Maomao recognized the Japanese man: "That's the captain of the Japanese men's team, Ichito Matsumoto."

"What? The captain of the Japanese men's team? So young?!" A Shui was dumbfounded.

Maomao nodded. "Yeah, he's the same age as me. He's the number one men's singles player at this World Games. I heard the Japanese team started researching loop shots because of him."

"My god, the Japanese team really is..." Ah Shui smacked his lips. "They have some talent."

"But how much did you spend?"

Ah Shui said proudly, "Hey, that's not important. When Bao Bao threw the money on the table and asked Jin Lili to bet on the ball with him, I thought that scene was so cool and impressive. Now I feel so good to be a bit cool too! My mom said that girls need to be a bit aggressive, otherwise they will be bullied."

"You two are really great. You have such a good understanding when you are not arguing. So where's the camera?" Maomao clicked his tongue.

"Throw it away. It's all stepped on and broken. What am I going to do with it?"

The cat gave a thumbs up: "Awesome."

"You're just as aggressive as my mom," Qin Xiaoba said approvingly. "You said you were so capable, so how did you let Jin Lili bully you like that?"

"I was young at that time, really. I definitely wouldn't do that now!" Ah Shui was in a good mood. He was ready to tell Zhu Qi in detail the story of his battle of wits with the Japanese after the game.

"If someone bullies you again, tell me and I'll help you deal with him."

"Bah, I'm your great aunt."

Cat: ...

Yes, we still have to argue.

Zhu Qi and Song Linzhou had no idea what was happening outside the competition, and neither did Xu Dong.

The latter was so frustrated because he received a yellow card that he had to cheer up and comfort the players.

"If the external interference is still so serious in the next inning, I will apply for arbitration. You just need to think about how to score and how to play every ball well."

Zhu Qi remained calm and consoled Xu Dong, "I've pretty much adapted. I'm actually more relieved that they can resort to such a lousy tactic. It means they don't have anything to defeat us. You don't have to argue with the referee because of us. Another yellow card and you'll be ejected. We can't do without off-field coaching. As long as we play normally, we'll be fine."

Xu Dong also looked at Song Linzhou. Song Linzhou nodded, and he and Zhu Qi encouraged each other.

In fact, the flash did not have that much impact on Zhu Qi. It was indeed a bit dazzling at first, but fortunately the other party was very far away from him and the light only flashed for a moment.

She exercises a lot every day, and her muscle reactions are ingrained in her bones.

Relying solely on watching the ball to react was eliminated long ago, so from now on it all depends on muscle memory to return the ball.

But Song Linzhou's dynamic vision was too good, and any small bright light would affect his ability to see the ball's rotation. He was used to seeing the rotation on a daily basis, so it did take him some time to adapt.

Xu Dong breathed a sigh of relief. She had been prepared to fight with the referee if she lost the game.

But with Zhu Qi's words, all her frustration and bitterness for not being able to help the players turned into a desire for victory.

If you fight with real weapons and can't beat the other person, you lose.

Neither Xu Dong nor Song Linzhou would think it was a big deal. They would just go back and continue working hard.

But if you lose the game due to some minor off-field interference from others, you will die with regret.

Violent, starting from joining her group.

Many people say that Baobao is talented and getting good grades seems to be a simple matter for him.

But as Baobao's supervisor and coach, Xu Dong knew how hard this child could work.

Does God, before bestowing a great responsibility upon a person, necessarily require him to suffer first?

Xu Dong's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the white ball flying on the table and recalled the days and nights when he had struggled as an athlete.

I don't know what happened, but starting from the sixth game, the annoying flash suddenly disappeared.

Zhu Qi and Song Linzhou played better and better, and Ren Xinhua in the stands became more and more satisfied.

The Chinese are least afraid of oppression.

The more oppression there is, the more struggle there is, and the more struggle there is, the stronger we become.

In the sixth inning, the score of the Chinese team was like a human pyramid, and it kept changing as fast as it could.

Zhu Qi could feel that the level of these two Japanese players was considered high among all the mixed doubles teams he had encountered this time.

Whether it is the switching of pace, the coordination of receiving and serving, or the transition between male and female players to provide support for each other.

It is definitely T1 level. It will be difficult to beat them even if Li Keshan and Han Taiyang come instead.

Zhu Qi is not bragging. Even if Chang Hongxia and Gao Xiaofeng form a mixed doubles team, their winning rate is only half.

Without the interference of flash lights, Song Linzhou was in full swing, like an antelope with horns raised, rushing forward for every ball.

Zhu Qi cannot catch too many gravity balls, so when Song Linzhou hits him, he will add rotation to prevent the "little cannon" from pulling out to burst the ball.

The thirteenth goal was scored by the Chinese team.

The score on the field reached [5:8], and the Chinese team was leading by three points!

Zhu Qi served next, which meant that as long as Zhu Qi and Song Linzhou did not make any mistakes, this game would belong to the Chinese team.

Big Bear was cheering in the stands, and then he sighed, "Da Ling's horizontal straight hits have the effect of spin and speed. Bao Bao also focuses on spin. When these two players' balls pass through, they are like a little whirlwind."

Qin Xiaoba was dazzled and felt that the game was no different from the previous games, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for the Japanese team to receive the ball.

"Little Cannon" stood in the middle of the table and used his racket to pick up a spinning ball with a very circular arc from bottom to top.

Zhu Qi swung his racket horizontally, intercepted the ball midway, and hit it back easily!

Score!

"Beautiful! This half ball! Awesome!" The cat clapped his hands as he watched!

Big Bear asked, "What is a half-volley?"

Maomao told him, "During closed-door training, Chairman Ren gave them a set of technical reforms to prevent the Japanese team's 'looping' shots. Normally, after hitting the table, the ball will rise and fall. Normally, we would hit the ball back when it's falling, because that's when the ball rubs against the air, making it the best time to hit back. But Baobao and Daling hit back during the ball's rise, or just as it hits the table and bounces back. This allows us to fully utilize our Chinese team's fast-break physique and catch the opponent off guard. So, as the name suggests, it's about intercepting and returning the ball halfway through its bounce, known as a half-volley."

"I see." The others nodded thoughtfully.

After careful observation, Ah Shui discovered that this was indeed the case. "It's true. Bao Bao is good at close-range shots, and Da Ling is also good at mid-range and close-range shots. Bao Bao's shots are also very fast. Every time, the ball hits the ground before I can even see it clearly. Plus, 'Little Cannon' is rather bulky and can't keep up with that pace at all."

The Japanese team lost their strength and means and could only watch the score widen.

[Score of the sixth game: Chinese team - Zhu Qi/Song Linzhou 11:7 Komatsu Reiko/Ko Akira Amber - Japanese team]

[Big Score: Chinese Team - Zhu Qi/Song Linzhou 3:3 Komatsu Reiko/Ko Akira Amber - Japanese Team]

It actually lasted all seven innings.

The Russia vs. Belarus match at the next table has ended, with Russia winning 4:2 and entering the final.

When Little Snow and Pineapple Head saw that the Sino-Japanese battle had entered the game point, they didn't even have time to change their sportswear and stood in the waiting room to watch the game.

"I heard someone just used a flashlight to deliberately interfere with the Chinese team's players. How could such a despicable thing happen?" Little Snow, carrying his tennis bag, chewed gum. "If it were me, I would definitely smash that guy's head in with my racket."

Pineapple Head came over and said with a grin, "Yeah, you're best at using a racket to smash people's heads until they bleed. You've hit mine before, too."

The Russian coach came over and slapped the two of them on the head. "Don't be ridiculous! It would be more advantageous for you if the Japanese team qualified. But judging by the current situation, the Chinese team should win. It won't be easy for you to snatch the gold medal from the Chinese team."

A group of people gathered outside the venue, all looking forward to the seventh round of the China-Japan match, to see who would come out victorious.

The "half-volley" tactic is very targeted at Japan.

The more the Japanese team wanted to slack off with Zhu Qi and Song Linzhou, the more they had to attack hard in the first three shots.

The ball is getting faster and faster!

Crackle!

The whole field was filled with the sound of the Chinese team's bats hitting the ball!

There was a flash of lightning and thunder, making everyone's head sway from side to side.

The Japanese team began to feel that they had no chance of winning.

After a timeout, Komatsu Reiko complained to her coach: "It's too hard to receive the ball. It's like a machine gun..."

Even the high-spirited "Little Cannon" felt a little depressed.

Nothing else to say.

Losing the game at home, being eliminated in the semi-finals and only having to compete for the bronze medal is so embarrassing.

But in fact they only have one game left.

We were leading by one point, so why couldn’t we score in time?

In the stands, Zaiyuan Xiang turned around and asked her teammates, "Where is the person you asked me to find?"

The teammate spread his hands and said, "That guy's camera was broken by two Chinese people. The Chinese paid him a sum of money, but he said he would never do it again."

"Call another person." said Zaiyuan Xiang.

"No, Captain Matsukaze told the control room that this is not allowed to happen again."

"This guy never meddles in other people's business, so why did he take the time to meddle in other people's business today? Is he happy that the Japanese team lost?"

"I don't know, but he was very angry and said that this behavior was very stupid. He told us not to win the game so shamelessly, otherwise it would be... embarrassing for being on the same team as us."

Zai Yuanxiang snorted, "These damn Okinawans, these ignorant country bumpkins are always causing trouble. And you, a bunch of useless trash."

The teammates lowered their heads in shame and said nothing.

Yuan Xiang has a very high status in the women's team, and sometimes she can even sit with the coaches to discuss the roster.

During the Tokyo World Games, her grandfather also gave various instructions to Yuan Xiang, asking her to make sure that the table tennis team could make a big splash at the Tokyo World Games.

When Yuan Xiang waved behind her, the female team members behind her came over and after hearing her mumbling something, they showed an expression that said, "This is not a good idea."

But after the coach next to her also looked at her with disdain, the young team member knew that the coach had tacitly agreed and had no choice but to do as he said.

Now Japan has blown away all its boasts.

They praised their own players to the skies, but now they are being overtaken and crushed by the Chinese team. Their own media don't know how to save the situation and can only play Tai Chi.

The deciding game of the seventh inning.

Zhu Qi and Song Linzhou opened fire right from the start.

Explosive balls, baseline drives, pushes, and flying lobs...

The Japanese team was beaten dizzy and their small cannons were filled with sand and could no longer fire.

The reporter from China National Television was very happy and stood in front of the camera with a beaming expression:

Although the Chinese mixed doubles table tennis team lost the fourth and fifth games, falling behind the Japanese team by one game, they remained calm and fought hard. After winning one game, they established a solid lead in the seventh and final game! As you can see, many spectators were cheering for the Chinese athletes!

As soon as she finished speaking, the lights above the table tennis hall suddenly went out!

Right above the table where the game was taking place was pitch black. Although there were some dim lights in the audience seats, they did not provide any illumination at all.

Zhu Qi held the racket and laughed angrily when he saw that the ball he hit was ruled invalid by the referee.

What a great guy! He really tried every trick to win the game.

Song Linzhou was also speechless. Being suddenly interrupted during the game would greatly affect the players' performance.

Therefore, in each game, both sides have a chance to pause, and many coaches will use this pause time to let their players adjust their condition.

Now is the time when they are at their peak. Their hands holding the rackets are hot and they can play smoothly no matter how they want.

Suddenly the game was interrupted, and I didn't know if I could maintain this feeling after it started again.

Japanese media urgently released a message saying that the short circuit in the power lines was being repaired and asked everyone to wait "patiently".

The waiting time will naturally depend on when the Japanese team has completed its adjustments.

Of course, this is an unspoken rule that everyone knows, and no one dares to reveal it.

【Author’s words】

There was a power outage during the 1996 Atlanta Olympics. Let me use this incident as an example.