10 Macau Palace World Cup ⑥
◎【Edit】Finals: Zhu Qi vs. Li Keshan②◎
In a small mountain village in Jianghuai Province.
A group of people brought out small stools from their homes, sat in front of a fat/butt/television set, and watched the game in three layers.
"Today is the women's singles final, right?"
"You ghostwriter, I've said it several times, yes, yes, you're always obsessed with me, you're dead next to me."
"You bitch, it's fine if you curse at home, but you act like a spoiled brat outside. Ouch, if you pinch me, I'll go to the village committee and sue you."
"Stop making any noise, the game has already started, Lao Zhu, please turn up the volume."
My aunt brought out a large basin of sliced watermelon and distributed it to the villagers who had come to watch Zhu Qi's competition. As she gave them out, she said, "This watermelon is freshly pulled from my well. It's icy and cool! It helps you beat the heat! Eat it quickly!"
The others ate while joking about the two of them.
"Old Zhu, don't you and your wife have a TV at home? Your daughter Qiqi gave it to you as a gift. Why are you trying to squeeze in with us for this old TV?"
My uncle, clutching the palm-leaf fan, stared intently at the girl on TV. He paused to reply, "Isn't it more fun to watch it with everyone? It's already the fifth one, what's that nagging about?"
"What does that mean? It seems like it means our Qiqi's ball hit the net and needs a re-serve."
"Did that hit the net? I saw the referee said it was Qiqi's point!"
"Fuck you, isn't this just cheating because you can't win?"
The national television commentator explained: "There's a bit of a controversy now. Li Keshan believes Bao Bao's serve hit the net, so the point doesn't count, and demands Bao Bao serve again. Bao Bao then insists he didn't hit the net. Now it depends on the referee's judgment."
The two sides on the court began to negotiate about the serve.
In his previous life, Zhu Qi started playing table tennis at the age of fifteen. The school had a shabby old table from the 1980s, and even the net was made of wood.
However, there was an old physical education teacher in the school who had been a full-time sparring partner for the national team when he was young, and was considered a half-national player. Seeing that Zhu Qi liked playing table tennis, he often took the younger Zhu Qi to play together.
Later, I felt that Zhu Qi played well, so I took her to participate in many baseball games.
From that time on, Zhu Qi kept a habit.
She would learn from the performances of top players whenever she saw them. Every time she saw a strong player, she would study their playing style and tactics. Over time, she herself became a "wild man" who combined the strengths of many schools.
She carried this habit into her present life.
He Qianlu was also very happy.
This serve was taught to Zhu Qi for a period of time when she was young.
But the error rate is a bit high and the net is often hit.
He Qianlu felt that the "suicide rate" of this serve was too high, so he stopped urging her to practice for the sake of being conservative. No one knew when she secretly started practicing again.
The ball Zhu Qi just hit was indeed very low to the net.
People sitting in the audience cannot tell with the naked eye whether the ball hit the net or not.
The audience in front of the TV could not see it at all.
But Zhu Qi was very persistent. She didn't hear the sound of the ball hitting the net, so it couldn't be the net ball.
The two referees also discussed it and both agreed that the serve did not touch the net, indicating that the point should be Zhu Qi's.
"Is this acceptable? How could the ball hit the side table from that angle? It just hit the net!" Li Keshan mumbled a bunch of English to the referee.
Li Keshan became angrier as he spoke and demanded that the recording be replayed.
There was no Hawkeye system in that era, so we could only rely on extremely slow-motion game video replays. Whether we could capture whether the serve hit the net depended on luck.
Li Keshan thought he was lucky as the camera just happened to capture the ball flying over the net.
But the ball flew straight through a slightly raised arc, almost brushing the net. Judging from the afterimage of the ball, the distance from the net was about 2 mm.
According to the judgment of professional athletes and referees on the angle, this is not a tennis ball.
Because the tight net didn't move at all.
Li Keshan was stunned.
How could this fifteen-year-old kid on the opposite side actually serve like this?
Jiang Guangming looked at the girl standing calmly beside the pool table, touching the table, picking her nose, wiping the sweat from her head, as if to say, "Have you given up after watching the video?"
How could her mentality be so stable?
Not affected by the outside world at all?
No, that's not right.
Jiang Guangming immediately rejected this idea.
This girl is so weird.
He doesn't look like a kid of this age at all.
It's like an adult's soul is trapped in a child's body.
The commentators put their best efforts into the explanation, which was very exciting to watch.
This type of serve is called a "super-baseline rapid running serve." As the name suggests, it's incredibly close to the net and incredibly fast, making it difficult to control. A mis-hit can easily lead to a self-destructive serve that hits the net. This isn't a serve that can be mastered through repetition; it requires a highly developed sense of touch.
[Ouch! The second serve was another fast run over the baseline, but Li Keshan still couldn't catch it. This means they're up 2:0.]
Li Keshan has probably never encountered such a low drive before. The referee is really annoying. They can't ask for a replay of every serve.
After losing two serves in a row, Li Keshan's mood was visibly broken.
Although Li Keshan tried her best to adapt to Zhu Qi's playing style in the first four games, as the game points increased, she always felt that Zhu Qi's speed could fully keep up with her own speed.
This is all because of Zhu Qi's steps!
Between the tense and exciting tug of war.
Zhu Qi hit a forehand shot.
Boom!
The white ball brushed the white edge of the table opposite and landed on the ground.
edge ball.
Zhu Qi raised her hand to indicate, but the score was still given to her.
[Fifth game, Zhu Qi 11:8 Li Keshan]
[Big score, Zhu Qi 3:2 Li Keshan]
There is one last round.
If Zhu Qi had won another big game point, Li Keshan would have lost.
He Qianlu sat in the coaching seat, arms folded, fingers pinching the flesh of his arm where no one could see, trying to stay calm. But as he watched the girl at the table swing her racket again and again, his eyes began to twitch.
From the first time he met Zhu Qi, He Qianlu felt that this kid was definitely the kind of talent the national team needed most.
He likes the little white ball, is hardworking and diligent, and besides having good conditions, he is also very strong-willed.
She loves to play games and will compete whenever there is an event. She is not afraid of losing and will rack her brains to score points against strong opponents, catching up point by point.
This is an ambitious man with an almost paranoid obsession with victory.
Only He Qianlu knows why.
She wants to change her destiny.
At the age of thirteen, she won the U15 competition.
She thought she could become the youngest member of the national team, so He Qianlu specially invited her to have a meal of Xiniang dumplings to express his recognition of her hard work in training since she was a child.
The little girl sat opposite, the starlight shining on her clear and childish face like jade, but her tone was mature.
“Brother Lu, I’m someone who doesn’t even have the qualifications to cry when I lose.”
All her opportunities were earned through her own efforts.
Every ball hit was clean.
As clean as he is.
Jiang Guangming, who was in the audience, looked at the girl on the table with mixed feelings.
There seemed to be a shadow behind the girl, and that shadow was He Qianlu from ten years ago.
Her serve, forehand, backhand, small steps, driving, rubbing, smash... are very similar to He Qianlu's.
——But not exactly the same.
It is mixed with a lot of Zhu Qi's own understanding of techniques and tactics.
She is more flexible than He Qianlu and is harder for her opponents to catch.
Patriarch Bodhi taught the monkey seventy-two transformations to cope with eighty-one difficulties.
And now, He Qianlu wants to send her to the world where he once roamed.
He said to Zhu Qi.
"Fight with all your might, and let the whole world remember your name."
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The Korean coach knew that the sixth game was very crucial and could only try his best to calm Li Keshan's emotions.
"Keshan, don't be anxious, huh? Be steady, steady!"
"What's the point of being stable?! Can't you see that girl has me completely figured out? But I know nothing about her. Ultimately, this is your fault! Why didn't you prepare her video footage in advance?!"
The Korean coach was also speechless.
Who knows where this little girl suddenly popped out from?
Zhu Qi?
Never heard of a single person.
He is only fifteen years old and is not on any country's list.
How could there be a video recording of her?
Moreover, there are only two coaching coaches accompanying the team in this World Cup, and they don't have extra time to watch Zhu Qi's games in the World Cup for analysis and research.
never mind.
Let’s calm Li Keshan down first.
"Keshan, now's not the time to talk about this. Look, even though she's ahead by a game, that doesn't mean anything. She likes to hit you with your backhand, so just keep pushing her a few more times. On the third shot, she'll change her line to the middle, and she'll definitely rub her racket. Then you can just go for a forehand..."
Li Keshan grabbed her hair tightly. The coach's words sounded like the buzzing of flies in her ears, making her annoyed.
What is lane change?
Didn't she change her mind?!
In the sixth point of the fifth game, she was caught by the girl with a long ball because of the line change.
"She keeps hitting you with her backhand because she's afraid of your forehand. Be kind! Just like you did against Chang Hongxia, pull the rhythm back to you. Don't let her lead you by the nose anymore! Forehand! That's your strong point, the area you're most proud of! The Golden Throne is right there, and this is your last chance!"
The last sentence woke Li Keshan up.
The fire that had been burning in her heart cooled down at this moment.
My thoughts seem to be clearer.
The sixth game begins.
Zhu Qi felt a change in the opponent's playing style.
Li Keshan seemed to wake up and knew that she could trick Zhu Qi into sending the ball back to her forehand by changing the ball's line.
Watching the ball spin as it comes towards you, it's a bit tempting.
This was later than Zhu Qi had predicted. She had thought that Li Keshan should have done the same in the previous round.
Sweat ran down his forehead and neck, and penetrated into Zhu Qi's collarbone and back.
The sportswear wrapped around her thin back, and the bones on her back were slightly undulating like stranded fish.
After adjusting my breathing, my gaze became more determined.
All right.
Since you want to fight her head-on, then come on!
【Author’s words】
Tips:
The match point is won by 11 points, but if the score of both teams exceeds 10 points, the team must be ahead by two points to win.
for example:
Red team 8:11 Blue team, Blue team wins by match point
Red team is 10:11 blue team. One side needs to be 2 points ahead of the other to win the match point.
Red team 13:11 Blue team, Red team wins the match point
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