74 China-US Exchange Competition

◎Of course, these “beacons of freedom” cannot understand.◎

"Why such a grand ceremony? If you didn't know, you would think some bastard was picking up the president." Qin Xiaoba stood in the second row, cursing while waiting.

The girls in the first row couldn't help but burst out laughing, but after being glared at by the coaches on the opposite side, they quickly suppressed their laughter.

Daxiong reminded him from behind, "The Chairman said at the meeting that this time, four teams will be training together. Both the Zhugang team and the Yunwan team will be participating in next month's World Championship Cup. Their table tennis teams are average, so let's help our compatriots."

Qin Xiaoba snorted. "It's fine that Zhugang and Yunwan are compatriots, but I don't think the American team is our compatriots at all. They came here just to challenge us, but who knows if they'll try to sow discord later? Isn't that what these Americans love to do?"

Seeing Qin Xiaoba grumbling, Big Bear added a warning: "They'll be here soon, don't give them the cold shoulder."

"I know, I know. The coaches all said that people from afar are guests. We should pay attention to international friendship—" Qin Xiaoba snorted again.

The sparring partners of the first national team and the kids of the second national team thought it was interesting to have guests. Usually the team is composed of these people, and occasionally some players from other teams come, and they can chat with each other.

But Zhu Qi and Maomao, the absolute main players who had just finished the Chinese Games, were very unhappy.

Next month in October will be the biennial World Cup, which will also be Zhu Qi’s third World Cup experience since joining the national team.

Everyone was exhausted after just finishing the Chinese Games, making some tactical adjustments, and waiting for the coach to assign a training plan.

Everyone is waiting to quickly readjust their civil war mentality to a united front against foreign enemies.

As a result, we still have to serve these American masters.

Really...

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I feel.

As everyone was eagerly waiting, the bus carrying guests from the other side of the ocean finally came slowly and stopped at the edge of the red carpet.

Then, the car door opened—

The first to come down were the head coaches of the three teams.

Each team wore sportswear of a different color, with a badge representing their respective region on their chest.

The coach of the American team was a bald white man who looked to be in his forties, with a beer belly that was about to burst through his uniform.

The man looked to be in his 40s, with no hair on his head, but his chin was hairy because he probably didn't have time to shave. Standing next to the Buddha, he inexplicably gave off a feeling of being in the Western Paradise.

He was wearing a sea-blue tracksuit with red stripes on the shoulders, which made him look like he was wearing an American flag.

In his previous life, when Zhu Qi was young and ignorant, he had sincerely admired the looks of some tall, fair-skinned, deep-eyed people of German descent.

But later, as I played in competitions with the club and witnessed the racial diversity of the world, I became disenchanted with it.

First of all, Zhu Qi couldn't stand the body odor of these people.

It feels like they haven't evolved fully, their sweat glands are too developed, especially now that Beijing is still at the junction of summer and autumn, and the midday sun is hot and dazzling.

The American team coach got off the bus and walked straight towards Ren Xinhua, who was standing in the middle of the team. When he reached out to shake Ren Xinhua's hand, his arm tensed, a large patch of fur hanging from his thick arm, causing Ah Shui to let out a disgusted "Huh!"

Ah Shui stood next to Zhu Qi and muttered quietly, "This guy's arms are so hairy."

During the National Table Tennis Tournament, Zhu Qi and Xiao Snow went to change clothes together. In addition to chatting about Jamie from the American team, Xiao Snow was particularly curious and touched Zhu Qi's calf and asked her, "Why don't you have any hair on your body?"

Zhu Qi said at the time that it might be a racial issue.

She thinks that Asian races are different. People from Thailand, Myanmar and the Philippines have a lot of hair, and it seems that only people from China, Japan and South Korea have relatively clean bodies.

Although Ren Xinhua is an intellectual of the 1960s, he can only roughly understand English and has certain communication barriers.

The translators in the team went out to play a game with the badminton team next door, and now just happened to be the time when Ren Xinhua thought of Zhu Qi.

She called Zhu Qi over to act as an interpreter for both parties.

Zhu Qi felt that the Level 4 certificate he had spent so much effort on in his previous life was finally put to good use. He used to be a translator in the club, and now he continued to be a translator for the national team.

very good.

Knowledge can really be used until death.

The American coach was talking on the side, and Zhu Qi was doing simultaneous interpretation.

"...I'm very happy to be participating in this 'China-US Friendship Exchange Tournament'. We will be staying with the Chinese table tennis team for a week. I hope our presence will not cause you any trouble. I also hope that through this short week of exchange, I can learn a lot from the Chinese team."

This statement is really self-flattering.

I didn't intend to bring your American team with me, but you guys just rushed to join me for no apparent reason.

Ren Xinhua said with a smile: "I think this meeting between China and the United States will be of great significance to the promotion of table tennis to the world. I am very happy to meet you in China."

After Zhu Qi finished speaking, he saw the Yunwan and Zhugang teams standing on the left and right sides of the American team respectively.

Yunwan team members wear the same light yellow team uniforms, while Zhugang team members wear the same plain white baseball uniforms.

Because the weather was too hot, they only wore short-sleeved shirts underneath and hung their coats around their waists or placed them on the suitcases behind them.

There was an acquaintance standing in the White Zhugang team. Fat Tiger lowered his head and felt a little embarrassed to look at his former teammates.

At the back of the navy team stood a player with long blond hair and a baseball cap. The cap covered the upper half of his face, and he chewed a piece of bubble gum, blowing out small bubbles as he breathed in and out.

Maomao recognized the man and winked at Zhu Qi who was standing next to the coaches.

The two exchanged glances, and Zhu Qi understood.

The person blowing bubble gum is Jamie.

But the American team has four players this time, and except Jamie, the other three are players wearing men's team uniforms...but it's not certain, maybe they haven't been completely castrated yet.

The Yunwan team is composed of all boys, the Zhugang team has one girl and four boys, plus the coaches of each team, there are about twenty people in total.

"Why are they all men? There is only one girl over at Wanzhu Port." A Shui asked in a low voice.

"During the meeting the day before yesterday, the coaches said that Yunwan and Zhugang are more inclined towards men's events, so maybe their women's table tennis has not started to develop yet." Maomao replied.

Nowadays people still pay more attention to men's events.

Whether it's table tennis, badminton, track and field, swimming...

It is because Zhu Qi won more championships after the Tokyo World Games, so everyone seems to think that women's table tennis can often make its presence felt in major newspapers.

It is because the competition in men's events is so-called more intense that there are athletes like Jamie who cannot compete in the men's arena and think it is easier to win gold medals in women's events, so they try to put pressure on others.

It was originally an internal exchange competition between three regions of China, but suddenly a group of white people squeezed in, and the whole atmosphere became a little strange.

Entering the auditorium often used by the national table tennis team for meetings, we found that the podium in the middle had been pulled down and converted into a hall for the "China-US Meeting".

Posted on the wall at the entrance are various group honors won by the Chinese team, as well as individual photos of world champions throughout history.

The densely packed photos, with all sorts of golden trophies and medals affixed to them, were so dazzling that even a quick glance at them was blinding. These achievements were all earned through the blood and sweat of the veterans, and the overwhelming weight of honor was so overwhelming that the players from the other three teams looked askance.

This was a special request from Ren Xinhua, and Zhu Qi probably wanted to show it to the American team.

As soon as the American team entered, they headed for the center of the auditorium. If their names hadn't been written on the backs of the seats, Zhu Qi suspected the bald American would have grabbed the center position first.

On the first day of the China-US exchange competition, nothing has started yet, and China and the United States have already made a move.

Zhu Qi, sitting next to them, inexplicably felt as if he was seeing the United Nations.

Both sides are saying some high-sounding words, but in fact they are secretly guessing each other's true intentions.

The first row holds the head coaches, the second row holds the coaches, the third row holds the absolute main players, the fourth row holds the main players, and so on and so forth...

The kids on the national table tennis team thought it was novel and fun. They sat at the back of the crowd, looking at the row of golden heads in front of them and whispering to each other.

"Don't these Americans need to adjust to the time difference? It's night time for them now, right?"

"I guess they fell asleep in the car. I heard they had a meal at the airport as soon as they got off the plane. Lao Wang who picked them up said they were very hungry. Each of them ate more than 30 dumplings, and each dumpling was this big." The person who spoke made an "OK" gesture.

"It's normal for athletes to eat a lot, but are they fleeing famine?"

"These foreigners look quite old, why do they all have unshaven beards?"

"No, I heard they are only in their early 20s. Maybe foreigners are more anxious to grow up."

"Do they understand Chinese? They won't be able to tell, right?"

"Hey, isn't that Fat Tiger? He really went to the Zhugang team! Where's Tang Tang? Why didn't he come with us?"

"Shh, stop talking. This isn't something to be ashamed of. Do you really have to embarrass Fat Tiger by bringing it up? No one should mention this anymore. Do you hear me?"

The captain of the boys' team turned around and spoke, and the other boys fell silent.

There are two very eye-catching flags hanging on the left and right sides of the world champion photo wall.

One side is the five-star red flag, and the other side is the Olympic five-ring flag.

Two banners were hung on either side of the red flag. One read: "Strive for superior technological prowess in the pursuit of high precision and innovation, and temper superhuman willpower through hard work and arduous struggle." The other read: "Drops of sweat forge gold medals to strengthen national prestige, overcoming obstacles and bravely fighting the enemy with blood, and the small silver ball touches the hearts of hundreds of millions of people."

Zhu Qi felt that these Americans probably wouldn't understand.

Because the "enemy" written on the second banner refers to them.

When she went to the National Table Tennis Championships before, Ren Xinhua told the children a story about the first time she represented the Chinese Table Tennis Team in Ottawa, the capital of Canada, to play in the National Table Tennis Championships in 1953.

The head coach at the time, Mr. Shi, sent a telegram to the General Administration of Sports, describing in detail the difficulties in preparing for the game, and then received a handwritten reply letter from the head of the flower-growing family at the time.

——【For this competition, prepare for the worst-case scenario, and that means expecting a few people to die. ①】

The head of the family at that time was very humorous and played a joke on the people below.

To put this sentence into simple terms, it means, just beat him, what are you afraid of? What if you beat him to death?

Later, the players from Ren Xinhua's class went there.

Everyone knows that sports competition is not war, so the person was definitely not killed, and he even took the "Miriam" cup home.

Of course, these "beacons of freedom" cannot understand it.

All they care about is reputation and power, and they don't care about the means.

The content of the entire opening ceremony was also very simple.

Because we had to take care of the United States, Zhuhai Port and Yunwan, the matters to be carried out in this week's exchange competition were read out in English throughout the whole process.

This glorious task fell on Zhu Qi again.

Watching Zhu Qi standing on the podium, holding the Chinese version of her speech and reciting it word for word in English, Ah Shui cupped his hands in front of his face and exclaimed, "Wow, Bao Bao's English is so fluent. I didn't realize it before. I thought she could just understand, but she speaks so easily."

The current national team has to take some cultural courses, but only once a week.

There is an hour and a half English class every Sunday night, but 95% of the students are asleep during the class.

The national table tennis team held a meeting in advance last night to discuss what they would do in the coming week.

Gangwanmei and his friends came to China for a week.

The first four days were spent training together, and on the fifth day a doubles match began where four teams were randomly matched and players were swapped.

It could be China and Hong Kong versus the US Gulf, or it could be China and the US versus Hong Kong Gulf.

Then starting from the seventh day, the whole team had a day off for a dinner with four families. Ren Xinhua even specially booked a floor at the Golden Hotel in Chaojing and ordered seven tables for the farewell banquet.

At the end of the speech, there was a long and high-sounding paragraph of polite remarks, which simply said something like "I hope everyone can have good memories in China" and "I hope the friendship between China and the United States will last forever."

After Zhu Qi finished speaking, he walked off the stage with his speech manuscript, and the audience burst into applause.

The coaches also have separate dinners in the evening.

Because the American team has a player with a sensitive identity, Mr. Fo and his team prepared a separate single room for accommodation with a bathroom.

Zhu Qi completed his work and returned to the player team.

Ah Shui was very excited and kept asking Zhu Qi, "Is that the one with long golden hair Jamie? Why doesn't he speak? Cat, have you ever heard him speak? Does he sound like a man or a woman?"

Maomao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she wanted to cover Ah Shui's mouth: "Don't talk about this matter anymore. The Americans care about this very much. Don't let the coaches accuse you of provoking conflicts between China and the United States later."

Maomao remembered that last year she just accidentally didn't understand the situation and just said that this was the women's bathroom, and was glared at by the man named Jamie.

Before the American team came, the coaches also reminded them separately not to bring up this topic because the other players did not have the ITTF's permission to participate.

"Didn't the coaches tell us? On the fourth day, the four teams will randomly pair up with each other for doubles. Jamie is right-handed, and you're the only left-handed player in the women's team. Who knows, they might be paired with you in the women's doubles." Zhu Qi threatened A Shui.

"No, I don't want to follow..." Ah Shui didn't say the word "shemale" out loud, "I'd better not show my face. I hope the coach will go to the second team to pick a few. It's strange, there's only one female player from Zhugang... barely counting Jamie in, it feels like our women's team is just a foil. Will we just play and fool around with the men's team for the next week? No way, we still have to play in the World Cup in October!"

As A Shui spoke, he packed his golf bag in the training hall.

"That's right," another female player nearby muttered. "If they had known there would be no women's team, they should have asked the Buddha to take us away to train with the badminton team."

The women's team were a little unhappy.

As the team captain, Maomao could only calm the players down. "It's hard to say what the schedule will be like later, since the other team also brought female players. And since they can field a men's team, they'll naturally be able to field a women's team in the future. Besides, isn't the emphasis on the first three shots these days? We can learn from the other men's team's playstyle."

The captain has spoken, and no one else can say anything.

I can only pray that these seven days will pass quickly and these grown men will be sent away quickly.

Ren Xinhua has always been popular with reporters and often has some novel training methods.

Not only do reporters from CCTV5 like to interview at the management center, but many reporters stationed at other projects also like to come and join in the fun.

I heard there was an exchange competition between China and the United States, and seven or eight media outlets called in one night wanting exclusive interviews.

Ren Xinhua thought about it and asked them to come again on the last day to see Meigangwan off.

Forget about the training in the middle, who knows if the United States has bad intentions this time.

After the welcoming meeting, Zhu Qi could only train twice a day due to a foot injury, so when he was not training, he followed Ren Xinhua to accompany him as an interpreter. As a result, after accompanying him for a day of walking, his right foot started to feel sore and swollen again and the pain did not subside.

The cat was even worse off, because he had to help move the table, and as a result, he used his shoulders to exert force, causing his muscles to react.

In the evening, after A Shui changed the ice pack for Zhu Qi, he went to apply ointment to the cat.

"I'm the only healthy person in this room full of disabled people," Ah Shui sighed as he peeled off the plaster. "This is the first time I've realized how important I am on the 7th floor."

This made both Zhu Qi and Maomao laugh. After they finished laughing, Maomao turned to Zhu Qi and asked, "You've been walking with the coaches all day today. Did you get any important information?"

Ah Shui felt very sorry when talking about this. She loved listening to these little gossips the most, but it was a pity that her English was too poor.

Zhu Qi shook his head. "It was basically just some adult pleasantries, like where to have dinner, training plans, and so on. But I felt like the American team was just here for fun. They all knew the Chinese way of hospitality and came here specifically to enjoy themselves."

Zhu Qi guessed right.

These foreigners just come here to have fun.

The next day, we said we would communicate and train with each other.

The Buddha told the women's team to train normally, but to free up six tables for the guests coming from afar.

But in fact, the American players were standing outside the backboard, watching them train.

Including the players from Yunwan and Zhugang, they were chatting and laughing, and had no intention of training.

Although the players often joke with each other in private, they are very dedicated during training. Basically no one talks and they only focus on completing the tasks assigned by the coaches first.

Because of their stereotypes about athletes, many reporters may think that everyone is just having fun while training. It is rare to see that no one is talking and the whole field is filled with the sound of balls hitting each other.

Everyone is used to this high-pressure and boring training mode. Suddenly, a group of people laughing and playing around will easily attract attention.

Watching the players lose their focus during training.

Buddha was so anxious that two big bubbles appeared in his mouth. Even the coaches started counting on their fingers to see when these Americans would leave.

They are also in a hurry to train their players for the World Cup!

There were a few male players who loved to join in the fun. Instead of focusing on practice, they ran to the Zhugang team to chat with Fat Tiger. Among them was Qin Xiaoba.

"Xiao Ba, you're really different now. You look so radiant now that you've become the absolute main force." Fat Tiger patted Qin Xiao Ba on the shoulder and said with a smile. "I heard you just won the Alessi Cup. You played well. Congratulations."

No matter how you listen to this sentence, there is a sense of sadness.

If Fat Tiger hadn't been sent back to the provincial team, he should have gone to Minsk together, right?

Qin Xiaoba tried to appear calm and avoid mentioning Fat Tiger's departure from the national team. But he couldn't help but frown and said, "I didn't expect to see you on the national team again."

Fat Tiger also sighed.

He knew that his departure was not glorious, but Fat Tiger still wanted to continue playing, so he had to go to Zhugang for a tryout.

But Fat Tiger still had feelings for his former teammates, so he told Qin Xiaoba something.

"Zhugang has been carefully selecting and training a pair of mixed doubles players since the Tokyo World Games."

"Ah? Mixed doubles?" Ah Shui was stunned when he heard Qin Xiaoba say that. "Why are they practicing mixed doubles? Could it be that girl from Zhugang this time?"

Qin Xiaoba nodded: "It's her, and the captain of the Hong Kong men's team. They have been practicing mixed doubles together for more than two years."

"Just practice. Baobao and Daling are playing so well now. They are recognized as the world's number one mixed doubles." A Shui disagreed.

Qin Xiaoba thought this girl was really bold. "Everyone knows that the competition in singles and team table tennis is fierce, and doubles definitely has a better chance of winning gold. Brother Fat Tiger said that the two people on the Hong Kong team are also well trained, and that guy also came from Chaoyang, so he must be a fellow student of Brother Daling on the provincial team. His name is a bit strange too, it's Sen, the same surname as that CCTV5 reporter who often interviews us."

Zhu Qi's head hurt. What a mess! Just practice mixed doubles, right? Why is it like an 8.0 magnitude earthquake?

Ah Shui and Qin Xiaoba, two gossipy people, gathered together and chattered a lot.

Ren Xinhua came over, separated the two little heads that were discussing fiercely together, walked up to Maomao and Zhu Qi, stopped, and said to Maomao, "Don't worry about what others are doing. Just continue your training as usual. These off-field distractions are also a good thing for you. Just treat it as a normal game and train."

Ren Xinhua knew that the foreign players wanted to see how the Chinese team usually trained.

For the Chinese national table tennis team, high-intensity training is one thing, but the advanced skills and tactics developed by countless table tennis coaches are also the key to victory.

The method of scoring is in their minds and cannot be stolen by outsiders.

In addition, there are many "iron weights" who are willing to be heroes behind the scenes, and the best sparring partners in the world are also in the national table tennis team.

With the chairman's words, everyone began to take their positions and started practicing in an orderly manner according to the training plan formulated by the coaches.

Ren Xinhua and the American coach stood on the second floor, watching the children running and training next to the table on the first floor.

The latter was surprised and asked: "How many basin balls do they practice in a day?"

"Normally there are fifteen pots, but the absolute main force is usually twenty-five pots," said Ren Xinhua.

The American coach didn't say anything. Zhu Qi, who was responsible for translation, felt that the old man might be thinking: If he asked his players to do this, the players would definitely flick cigarette ashes into his lunch box.

The United States promotes happy education.

The same goes for school and sports.

The teachers and coaches focus on treating students and players equally, and they probably won’t be as strict as the Chinese team.

As if to save his own face, the American coach added: "I've heard that the Chinese team's training intensity is very high. I don't know if our players can adapt. I hope they can keep up with the Chinese team's training intensity and make some breakthroughs."

Ren Xinhua politely replied, "Our training intensity is indeed quite high, but I think that as a major sports nation, the American players will have no problem."

“…”American coach.

The coach of the Zhuhai-Hong Kong team also chimed in: "Competitions are the best way for players to communicate. This time we are here to train with the Chinese team with an attitude of learning."

"I hope the Chinese team can give our players more advice," Coach Yunwan, wearing a stylish polo shirt embroidered with a soaring blue magpie, chimed in with a smile. "This time, we're here to make friends through soccer. The accommodation and training facilities were very thoughtfully arranged. I'm sorry to bother you guys."

Ren Xinhua smiled very dignifiedly: "This is what we should do. Being able to train together with you is also a form of communication and learning for us."

The coaches had almost finished talking, so Ren Xinhua asked Zhu Qi to return to the team to practice. Before she left, she asked about Zhu Qi's foot injury... But it was useless to ask, because Zhu Qi would definitely say that it was fine.

Ren Xinhua called Xu Dong over again and asked Zhu Qi to go to the team doctor for acupuncture treatment.

After the acupuncture, they applied a bunch of yellow-brown ointment on her feet, and finally sent her out, saying that she could not do high-intensity training.

Xu Dong came up with a training method, which was to let Zhu Qi lie on a soft cushion and pinch playing cards with her toes to exercise the small muscle groups on the soles of her feet.

Xu Dong threw one and Zhu Qi caught one.

The female team members nearby thought it was fun, but Zhu Qi found it boring. She sighed, "This isn't rehabilitation training; it's a retirement plan for an old lady."

Xu Dong smiled and comforted Zhu Qi for a while, then said, "I'll ask Chairman Ren for some videotapes later. Watching other people's fighting styles is also a form of energy input."

Zhu Qi pouted and said nothing.

Seeing that the Chinese team players were concentrating on training, the players from Zhugang and Yunwan also found a few tables.

The only female player in the Zhugang team has a chubby face and a fluffy bun. When she talks, she unconsciously stands on tiptoe and shakes her head, which makes her look like a chewy glutinous rice cake when she jumps around.

She practiced for a while, and when her sportswear got wet, she sat aside and watched others train.

As he was looking at it, he took out a bag of tangerine peel candy from his pocket. The coach of the Hong Kong team next to him saw it and said something in Cantonese, which was probably why he started eating it again.

The girl blinked innocently and said, "Oh, just eat some plums to replenish your sugar~"

When talking about food, Ah Shui also stretched his neck curiously to look over.

Great, the two foodies made eye contact.

Zhu Qi had just served the ball to Maomao when he turned around to find Ah Shui and the girl from the Hong Kong team sitting together, each holding a bag of snacks in their hands.

Ah Shui speaks Shanghainese and the girls from the Hong Kong team speak Cantonese.

After talking for a long time, Ah Shui came back happily after eating.

Maomao asked her, "What are you talking about?"

Ah Shui shook his head: "I don't understand."

"Then why are you guys chatting so happily?" Maomao was stunned.

"We didn't talk much, we just ate." Ah Shui patted the candy in his pocket and stuffed a handful into Zhu Qi's pocket. "Try some too."

"I don't want to eat this. It makes my teeth ache." Zhu Qi was afraid of sour food and refused it.

Besides plum candies, this Hong Kong team member, "Little Ah Shui," also had a bunch of walnut cakes and egg waffle fragments. She spoke poor Mandarin, so she could only introduce herself word by word, trying to make sure Ah Shui understood.

"Her name is Huang Jiajia, she is 22 years old and has been playing table tennis for 12 years," said A Shui.

Only twelve years?

Then enlightenment begins at the age of 10.

Which of the girls in the national team didn’t start practicing at the age of five or six?

For the children of the national table tennis team, 10 years old is too late to start their education. At this age they have already been sent to the provincial team.

A Shui felt that this girl from the Hong Kong team would not be a competitor to the Chinese women's table tennis team, but when they went to training the next day, everyone changed their minds.

Zhu Qi stood by and watched the Hong Kong team training for a while. Since there was only one girl on the Hong Kong team this time, she also wanted to practice with the boys on the Hong Kong team.

This girl from the Hong Kong team is actually a chopper.

Choppers generally exist to restrain the spin flow, but their playing style is too conservative and it is difficult to score actively, so they are not considered as the main training system.

Therefore, there are actually very few active chopping players. Even in a country as big as China, it is very difficult to find a player who plays with a pure chopping style.

However, the girls on the Hong Kong team played a pure chopping style, and the boys on the opposing Hong Kong team also spun the ball very aggressively, with each ball having a little side spin, which made it very difficult to chop under normal circumstances.

The girl from the Hong Kong team exclaimed "Wow", grabbed a spinning ball from top to bottom, easily received the ball back, and followed up with a short side cut, easily scoring!

The girl waved her fist and shouted to the person across the table: "Please eat ball~"

The boy opposite waved his hand in defeat.

Maomao murmured in praise: "She carves it really well."

He started practicing at the age of 10, and he can cut the ball like this, which shows that he is gifted.

Zhu Qi was itching to practice with this girl.

But Xu Dong, who was watching closely, didn't let her do it.

Yunwan's side is full of boys, and they are closer to the boys' team.

The American team was in the far corner. Ah Shui went to get some information and came back saying that the practice was similar to the Chinese table tennis team's, but the volume was much less. Furthermore, many players felt their hands were weak after practicing, and their posture became deformed by the end of their strokes.

Looking at it this way...their level is also very average.

Could it be that the national team was too pessimistic before?

wrong……

Zhu Qi had seen Jamie play in the European Cup.

Grades don't lie.

At least judging from the women's singles in the European Cup, Jamie's level is definitely not low.

The three girls stopped talking and sat facing the pool table, each with their own thoughts.

The Hong Kong team members in front of them were still practicing pulling the ball, and the girl from the Hong Kong team was constantly slicing the ball. With every force she exerted in her arm movements, one could see solid muscles bulging out from under her thin skin.

"She slices the ball like a crane," said Maomao.

Suddenly, a head popped up from behind. Qin Xiaoba, sandwiched between Zhu Qi and Ah Shui, said with a playful smile, "Hey, how did you know? This girl's nickname in the Hong Kong team is 'Crane'."

Ah Shui shuddered and turned around to curse, "Why are you walking without making any sound? It's so scary!"

"You're just too engrossed," Qin Xiaoba shrugged. "Brother Fat Tiger said this girl is a famous chopper on the Hong Kong team. No matter how much the ball spins, she can always chop it back onto the table."

Ever since the loop shot shined in the Tokyo tournament, people all over the world, in addition to practicing the loop shot, have also started to think about how to guard against and restrain the loop shot.

There are also many ways to restrain it.

North Korea has developed some kind of anti-arc rubber, and Russia's young player Snow is frantically increasing his muscles to use his strength to hit loop balls.

The choppers who appeared on the Zhugang side were probably also preparing for loop balls.

Zhu Qi felt that her foot injury happened at a very bad time. She had never seen a chopper who could chop any spinning ball.

During the first four days of team training, each team basically practiced their own techniques.

They said they were learning from each other, but in reality, they were all still a little restrained.

Especially the American team, they were solitary, and it felt like they were not here for any exchange activities, but rather for training in a different place, and the Chinese team had to serve them with good food and drink.

The coaches didn't care whether these people communicated with their players or not, they just wanted to get these guys out of here as soon as possible.

It wasn't until the fifth day that the four teams began to randomly exchange players.

The coaches of the national table tennis team finally understood what it meant to reveal the real purpose.

【Author’s words】

①: This handwritten letter is genuine. I saw Yuanzu Rabbit's original handwriting in Mr. Xu's autobiography, and this sentence conveys the same sentiment. As everyone knows, Yuanzu Rabbit is also a table tennis enthusiast. When he was in good health, he particularly enjoyed sparring with the veterans of the first national table tennis team. When I first read this, I felt that Mr. Yuanzu Rabbit was truly a master of psychology, perfectly appreciating the anxieties and uncertainties of his followers and providing them with various solutions.