103 Moscow World Games-Women's Singles
◎The flags are like the blazing fire that burns the camp when thousands of troops come to meet.◎
When the basket and towel fell, Zhu Qi's vision was blocked, the world around him was spinning, and he felt an unusual stinging pain in his left eye.
A strange sound spread from Zhu Qi's face, like someone biting through a pomegranate seed.
Later, Zhu Qi realized that it was the sound of skin breaking.
Her groan of pain was muffled by the towel, and she could hear the sound of gasps from all directions, followed by a long period of chaos.
Zhu Qi's back was weak from hitting the towel rack just now.
As she was helped up by the referee, the towel slipped from her face.
The chaotic noises around became clearer when she saw her face, and there were even many people screaming.
Even Jamie, who was standing opposite her, looked at her in surprise with his green eyes.
What's wrong?
Why is there such a commotion?
Zhu Qi was completely unaware of this. His left eye was a little blurry, and he saw double when he looked at things.
She rubbed her eyes with her hand, and when she lowered her palm, there was a bloodstain on the back of her hand.
Drops of blood mixed with sweat slid down Zhu Qi's wrist.
Zhu Qi was stunned for a moment.
Then he saw Xu Dong flying towards him, holding Zhu Qi's face and looking him up and down, panic and pain overflowing in his eyes.
She grabbed the towel next to her, covered Zhu Qi's left eye with it, and shouted, "Pause! Medical pause!"
As an athlete, Zhu Qi had been injured before, but this was the first time on his face.
My head was dazed for a moment, and I didn't even realize when Xu Dong helped me sit on the chair next to me. When I came to my senses, there was already a circle of people surrounding me.
There were team doctors, off-field referees, Xu Dong, Ren Xinhua and Fo Ye who walked over the barrier, and even the coach of the American team came to check the situation.
"Fortunately, it's just a small cut below the brow bone, and the eye is not injured. But it's very close to the eyeball, just a little bit away..." The team doctor took a cotton ball and pressed it above Zhu Qi's left eye to wipe away the blood.
At this time, Xu Dong saw a small wound on Zhu Qi's eye socket, about two millimeters in diameter, close to the eye bone, with blood oozing out of it.
Xu Dong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was just a superficial wound. He comforted Zhu Qi, "It's okay. The wound is very shallow and will heal in two days."
I don’t know if it’s because of the bleeding, but Zhu Qi’s face looks very pale.
Because he couldn't see his wound, Zhu Qi was in a bad mood. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were rolling around as if he was looking for something.
Xu Dong understood instantly and became even more anxious: "Can you see clearly?!"
Zhu Qi was silent for a second, then said "hmm", but his voice was not loud and hesitant.
"This is not a joke. You have to explain it clearly! If you can't see clearly, then there's something wrong with your eyes!" Xu Dong became even more anxious.
It’s not that Zhu Qi couldn’t see clearly, but he felt that his left eye was a little tight.
Maybe it's because the team doctor is constantly pressing down on my eyelids, or maybe it's because my muscles are having a stress response...
The American coach, perhaps shocked by the accident or out of pretense of kindness, came over and kept asking about Zhu Qi's condition.
Because of Zhu Qi's injury, Jamie also got a chance to pause and adjust on the side. He stood on the other side and drank water sip by sip as if nothing had happened.
What does this have to do with "her"?
She didn't do it on purpose.
All the players of the Chinese team gathered around outside the barrier, and Zhu Qi heard Qin Xiaoba pointing at the opposite side's nose and cursing.
"Don't be so nice here. You guys don't hit the ball on the table, you hit someone else! Are you playing ball or hitting someone? Do you have any shame?"
The two men's team coaches tried to pull Qin Xiaoba but failed. Qin Xiaoba rushed through the barrier and reached out to grab the American coach by the collar.
Fortunately, the Buddha was quick-witted and quick-handed. He hugged Qin Xiaoba's waist and held him down tightly to prevent him from fighting with the Americans.
The other two men's team coaches also came over, one of them grabbing Qin Xiaoba's arm and yelling, "Qin Shang, stop it! Calm down!"
"There's still a mixed team match to come! If you fight with them, you'll be banned by the ITTF!"
Qin Xiaoba didn't care about anything else. He rushed towards the American team's position, but was held back by the coaches and could only vent his anger verbally.
"You eunuch! You bastard! You trash! You stinky idiot! You broke your dick! I'm going to fuck you... Don't pull me, ummm--"
The female players also joined in the cursing, especially Ah Shui, who took off her shoes and threw them at the American team.
The coaches couldn't control the situation, and a few people couldn't cover the mouths of more than a dozen players.
It's a mess.
Everything is messed up.
Zhu Qi's bleeding stopped and the team doctor put a flesh-colored Band-Aid on her face.
This is a table tennis arena, not an ice hockey arena. Many athletes have never seen blood, so they were frightened for a moment.
Zhu Qi reached out and touched the Band-Aid on his left eye, which was stuck right on the small bone between his brow bone and eyeball. It covered most of his eyelid, causing him to only be able to open his eye halfway.
"It blocks my eyes too much," she said.
"There's nothing we can do. Although the wound isn't big, it's quite deep, so it's been bleeding." The team doctor wiped the blood off Zhu Qi's face with a wet towel, and then checked Zhu Qi's feet.
Make the most of the five-minute medical timeout.
External wounds are easy to treat, but the wound on the ankle is inside the skin.
Xu Dong could only apply a bottle of water to Zhu Qi's right foot to cool it down while the team doctor was bandaging Zhu Qi's eyes.
"Baobao, how do you feel?" A Shui and Maomao stood in the outer circle, sticking their heads to look inside.
Because Maomao lost the semi-finals, he sat alone in the locker room for a long time and finally adjusted his mood. He wanted to come to watch Zhu Qi's game and prepare for tomorrow's bronze medal match, but he saw this scene.
Just now, Jamie hit the ball onto the towel rack. Although "she" insisted that she didn't do it on purpose, the result was that Zhu Qi was injured.
A group of female athletes outside the field could not accept this scene. Starting with little Snow, everyone shouted "penalty" together.
The head coach and assistant coach discussed it and both felt that it violated the rules of stadium order.
Because the ball just now was a side ball, the rotation when it was lifted up was not high, so it was easy for Jamie to get on the stage according to his level.
Because Jamie had previously received a yellow card for disrespecting the referee by kicking the towel basket, this time, the head coach took out a yellow card and a red card from his pocket.
A warning plus a one-point penalty.
[Small score in the fourth game, Zhu Qi 9:8 Shackleides Jamie]
There was a burst of cheers in the stands.
The Chinese team wasn't entirely satisfied with the result. According to their thinking, Jamie should have been suspended! But the game wasn't over yet, and everyone knew this was the maximum penalty the referee could impose.
The US team was also dissatisfied with the penalty result.
The American coach and Jamie believed that they did not deserve the red card. When they went to argue with the head coach, the referee was too lazy to talk to the American coach and gave him a yellow card. If he continued to argue, he would be directly expelled from the field.
The American coach was so angry that he was shaking. He pointed at the referee and said, "Just wait, I will apply for arbitration against you!"
The referee didn't take it seriously. He sat behind the scoreboard and raised his hand to indicate that the medical timeout was over and the game was about to begin.
Although Zhu Qi's face was wiped clean, his mind was still confused.
Everything that just happened happened so suddenly.
There were his family members in the audience, and he wondered how they felt when they saw this scene.
Judging from Jamie's expression, he didn't seem to care about the penalty point.
When the race resumed, Zhu Qi slowed down.
Although she tried hard to chase the ball and play better, in Zhu Qi's eyes, the ball appeared double in both eyes.
Because the left eye could not be fully opened, when the eyelashes mixed with sweat seeped into the eye, the white ball turned into a white shadow.
The rotation is unclear.
Although the right eye can see, the visual range is reduced, and there is a blind spot in the corner of the left eye.
Jamie attacked the blind spot in the corner of Zhu Qi's left eye frantically.
One point, two points, three points...
Jamie has taken the lead!
【9:11】
Jamie won the fourth game.
The overall score [2:2] was tied again.
Zhu Qi wanted to tear off the Band-Aid on his left eye, but as soon as he peeled it off a little, the blood mixed with sweat flowed out and seeped into his eyes, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.
It's over.
The mood of everyone on the Chinese team hit rock bottom.
This can't be fought.
You will definitely lose.
It's not the coaches who are pessimistic.
How important are eyes to table tennis players.
Hands can be injured, feet can be injured, legs can be injured, but the eyes must not have any problems!
If it was a player like Song Linzhou who had very good dynamic vision and had to keep his eyes on the rotation of the ball to return the ball, the game could basically be declared a failure.
No one can maintain absolute perfection despite impaired vision.
When Zhu Qi lost the fourth game, Ren Xinhua's heart sank.
She knows.
This game can't be won...
The fifth game was almost the same as the fourth. Jamie kept pulling the ball to Zhu Qi's left hand and hitting the blind spot of his left eye, scoring wildly.
All the advantages Zhu Qi had built up in the previous few games were gone, and all the coping methods he had researched were reduced to "0" at this moment.
Jamie once again rushed forward and threw a backhand side ball. Zhu Qi took a step forward and reached out to catch it, but because of a problem with his vision and sense of space, he missed it.
There were also problems with physical strength.
Zhu Qi's right foot was shaking more and more frequently, and it was almost impossible for her to fully support herself to stand up.
When I fell and hit the towel rack just now, my lumbar spine, hip bones and shoulders hurt.
Zhu Qi held onto the table, half squatted down, and took deep breaths again and again.
I couldn't hear any sound in my ears, only my heart beating at an extremely violent speed.
The blood flowed back to the top of the head and there was a gurgling sound in the ears.
The sound of breathing, the sound of footsteps, the sound of flowing water, the sound of heartbeat...
[Fifth game, Zhu Qi 5:11 Jamie]
[Big score, Zhu Qi 2:3 Jamie]
Xu Dong tried hard to hold it in and make himself look calm enough.
But as Jamie took the lead again and again, Zhu Qi caught up again and again.
But when I still couldn't reach 11 points, tears started to well up in my eyes.
No one on the field cheered for Jamie. Everyone watched quietly as the referee slowly flipped the scores and Jamie raised his hands and cheered as if he had already won the victory. The whole field was silent.
All anyone could hear was Jamie yelling with excitement, and every member of the audience looked at "her" like she was a clown.
Why? Why is no one cheering for "her"?
Jamie didn't understand, and didn't care.
As long as we win, nothing else matters.
Even the CCTV commentator on the other side of the TV fell silent, and commentators from other countries also uttered some interjections and expressions of regret at this time.
No one dared to comment on Zhu Qi's performance in this game, and no one dared to praise Jamie's "outstanding performance" against his will, because Zhu Qi really tried his best.
But no one expected it.
At this time, the bravest one was the Korean commentator.
——[If Zhu Qi's eyes are not damaged, she has a good chance of advancing smoothly.]
Because anyone could see that Zhu Qi had already gained the advantage in the first few rounds.
"Thief--" someone shouted.
Jamie's face darkened instantly.
The joy of winning points is gone.
"You are a thief--" more voices came.
The fig leaf of the so-called "sexual minority vulnerable group" has been torn off.
Jin Lili was sitting in the lounge watching the game, and she suddenly understood why she was sent off from the mixed team at the Tokyo World Games four years ago.
A championship won through unfair means.
What was greeted was not applause, but curses.
Xu Dong looked at Zhu Qi stumbling towards him, feeling as if something was stuck in his throat and unable to utter a word.
She knew that Zhu Qi already knew how to beat Jamie, so she didn't need to provide any tactical ideas.
As long as it is a normal game, Zhu Qi cannot lose.
Zhu Qi closed his eyes, blocking out everything in front of him, and just drank water in small sips to replenish his energy.
The water tastes a bit sweet.
It seems that Ren Xinhua put some glucose in it just now.
The light from overhead seeped through my eyelids. The collar of my clothes was soaked, and even water could be wrung out of the hem of my clothes.
Xu Dong wanted her to change into a jersey, but looking at Zhu Qi's condition, she might not even have the strength to walk to the locker room.
"It's okay, you've tried your best." Xu Dong's voice sounded a little choked.
In fact, many coaches will use this tactful tone to comfort players when there is a huge gap in the strength levels between players, so that the players do not have too much psychological burden.
But... I can't believe it.
Zhu Qi didn't lose because of his strength.
She actually wanted to tell Zhu Qi that no one would blame him even if he lost to the national team.
But Zhu Qi would blame himself.
Why did she choose to play table tennis?
And why do we persist until now, day after day, year after year?
Is it just to stand at the most important competition in the world and lose to someone who is inferior to you in all aspects?
"I won't lose." Zhu Qi said in a low voice.
More tears welled up in Xu Dong's eyes, and sadness was hidden deep in her eyes. She reached out and hugged Zhu Qi, wanting to pass on her strength to her.
Zhu Qi felt it, and she also reached out and hugged Xu Dong.
The coach and player who had been together for six years seemed to be saying their final goodbyes. Xu Dong gently stroked Zhu Qi's head and spoke to Zhu Qi again and again.
"No matter what the result today is, you are the pride of China."
The CCTV commentators were also a little choked up. Although they did not want to see two Chinese people competing for the bronze medal, they also knew that the pressure on Zhu Qi was unprecedentedly huge.
Double psychological and physiological obstacles.
What is a person's mood like when they are on the top of a cliff? Does they see a bottomless abyss behind them, or a vast sea and sky where birds can fly freely?
Jamie felt he had won.
Because in the fifth round, Zhu Qi had almost no ability to fight back.
A little sparrow that has lost an eye will just bang its head against a tree trunk, right?
The girl opposite closed her eyes.
Was she praying, praying that she wouldn't lose so badly?
In Jamie's view, this is a sign of resignation.
But all the members of the national table tennis team outside the court sat up straight.
No way? Could she, could she, in such a noisy place, actually—
Ren Xinhua's expression changed from solemn to expectant, and finally to surprise when Zhu Qi served the first ball over the baseline.
Jamie continued to attack the farthest corner of the table on Zhu Qi's left, but this time - Zhu Qi caught up!
Bang!
Zhu Qi quickly backhanded the ball and successfully hit it back.
Although the angle was a bit problematic, the ball ended up hanging on the net.
But it is already a huge improvement.
Although they lost points, the national table tennis team shouted and screamed as if they had scored, cheering for Zhu Qi's proactive approach.
The second ball still hit the net, but the angle was much higher.
The third ball brushed the net and was hit by Jamie...
But the fourth ball—Zhu Qi leaned forward, arms straight, like an open hunting bow! Snap! Pulling the ball with 100% force and friction
The white ball is like an arrow that is shot out, flying away with an afterimage!
The lines are extremely smooth, like a gorgeous rainbow, blooming from Zhu Qi's racket to the table opposite.
Zhu Qi scored.
The whole audience erupted in thunderous applause and screams!
This was Zhu Qi's first point in the sixth game, but - this showed that Zhu Qi had figured out the sense of space throughout the fifth game and reshaped his tactical system.
[Sixth round, Zhu Qi 1:3 Jamie]
Impossible! Impossible!
Jamie widened his eyes, watching the white ball continue to spin strongly after it hit the ground.
This is a coincidence, it must be a coincidence!
Jamie continued with the same method as in the sixth game, hoping to get more points from Zhu Qi as soon as possible.
However, Zhu Qi's return suddenly regained the ferocity of the third and fourth games, as if the fifth game did not exist at all. The angle of the return ball was tricky and the rotational friction was still amazing.
【2:3】, 【3:3】, 【5:6】, 【6:8】...!
Zhu Qi has caught up! He's in the lead again!
Even the referees sitting on both sides showed a little more pity in their eyes when they saw Zhu Qi.
What a vitality full of indomitable spirit.
Zhu Qi scored one point.
There was only one scream on the field.
Jamie found that after a brief period of advantage, he was once again strangled by Zhu Qi.
Whether it is a big angled shot, a small forward shot or a European loop shot, Zhu Qi can return it very accurately.
Jamie didn't know what was wrong with him, or in Zhu Qi's opinion, there were problems all over his body.
Ah Shui watched with tears streaming down his face, clutching Maomao's hand and shaking uncontrollably.
Maomao was tense and his heart beat with every step Zhu Qi took.
She said to A Shui, "Jamie can't keep up with Bao Bao's pace now. Bao Bao's biggest problem now is enduring his own physical discomfort."
"Can she hold on?" Ah Shui's eyes welled up with tears. "If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be able to do it. I can't even see the spin of the ball or the opponent's racket backswing. How can I catch the ball?"
"She is not an ordinary person, she can do it." Maomao looked back at A Shui and showed an expression of confidence in Zhu Qi.
When a person's adrenaline surges, all the pain at that moment turns into a force, affecting every bone in Zhu Qi's body.
Blood beads seeped through the tape, revealing a faint red layer on the flesh-white surface, and blood beads slid down Zhu Qi's eyebrows along with sweat.
But her expression looked very calm and composed, not at all impressed, even though she felt a slight numbness on the entire left side of her face.
It takes strength to keep my eyes open.
Her black eyes were like round gems, indestructible.
Although there was a lot of noise all around, Zhu Qi could still hear the sound of the white ball rubbing against the racket.
Many years ago, when her master was teaching her how to locate objects by listening to sounds, he said something to her.
——"To listen to a ball, you need to listen for three sounds: the sound of the racket hitting the ball, the sound of the ball flying in the air, and the sound of the ball hitting the table."
Master.
I heard it.
call out--
It's a topspin ball.
Whoosh——
It is a downward spin with side spin.
She spent the entire fifth inning getting used to using her ears to play the game.
Zhu Qi's speed is getting faster and faster! Faster and faster!
Every time he swung his arms, it was like a baby bird spreading its wings.
Every time you pull the ball, it is at the most perfect angle and your body is stretched to the maximum limit!
As soon as you hear the sound, your brain can quickly determine where the ball will land, and then your body will respond immediately.
Only Zhu Qi can do this!
[7:8], [8:8], [9:8]! !
Zhu Qi actually kept scoring?!
Jamie stubbornly wanted to hit Zhu Qi's left hand position frequently, but the left half of the court was Zhu Qi's backhand area and also Zhu Qi's dominant area.
This trick doesn't work.
Jamie started to attack the ball with a backhand again, hoping to score with a forehand loop.
Zhu Qi also hit a loop ball with his backhand. When the forehand and backhand loop balls were clashing against each other, both of them put in their best efforts.
At both ends of the table.
Just like a tiger and a leopard, biting each other, fighting each other, and unleashing the greatest potential in each other's bodies!
Everyone was shocked.
Zhu Qi...was actually in such a weak physical state! He was actually battling Jamie's looping balls in a power contest?!
Jamie's looping shot has a lot of power, but lacks spin. If he wants to hit high spin, the speed can't be matched, and he can't pull out the loop effect. Zhu Qi, on the other hand, is so well-rounded, with both spin and speed being tops, that power is ultimately less important. She can counter-spin with a slice and attack, and she can catch it.
Zhu Qi hit Jamie's looping shot back and immediately dived forehand. Jamie tried to continue hitting the ball out of Zhu Qi's sight, but it was like Zhu Qi had glasses on the back of his head, so he didn't even need to see the ball's spin to catch it!
This "third eye" skill is truly unmatched. I heard the Bayi team noticed Zhu Qi's exceptional hearing when they recruited her. Now it seems...the Bayi team was indeed foresighted.
【10:8】!
Jamie was actually countered.
The American coach closed his eyes. He knew that nothing could defeat this girl.
She is not an ordinary person.
She is the person who carries on the hopes of countless national team predecessors.
He is the flag bearer who wants to plant the red flag all over the earth.
It seemed as if there were countless hands supporting her from behind. The girl jumped up at a small angle with all her strength, swung her arms backwards, and leaned back like a crescent moon, full of strength!
Her right foot completely missed the target, exposing her weakest part in the most dangerous place. Even so, she still used all her strength to launch this smash!
The white ball whizzed past, sweeping up the air around it, causing air currents that were invisible to the naked eye, and it landed on the opposite table like a small rotating tornado!
She shouted as she was charging forward, echoing the sound of the ball flying past.
The whooshing sound of something breaking through the air sounded like the cry of a bird or beast taking off into the sky.
Zhu Qi felt that he usually played quietly, only shouting when he hit a particularly brilliant shot or scored a point during a particularly stressful match. When he encountered younger players who were clearly inferior to him, he would just leave after the game and remain completely silent.
But now when playing against Jamie, I just shout whenever I score.
Yell in this idiot's face.
Even when the body is overdrawn, there is still a strong will to support it.
Jamie's eyes were wide open, and he almost flew over to catch the ball, but when the ball touched the rubber, there was no way it could withstand such a high-intensity rotation!
The ping pong ball flew vertically into the sky.
Zhu Qi scores!
[Sixth game, Zhu Qi 11:8 Jamie]
[Big score, Zhu Qi 3:3 Jamie]
Here we come!
The final deciding game!
Jamie looked at the score, his eyes darkening a shade.
"She" couldn't understand. The coach had just said that the Chinese team's doctor said Zhu Qi had double vision.
Zhu Qi couldn't even see the spin! How could she possibly catch the ball?!
Liar! She must be lying!
Her eyes are fine!
Maybe the blood was fake too! These Chinese people have so many tricks up their sleeves, maybe they just want to give “her” a red card!
When Zhu Qi stood in front of Xu Dong, his face still didn't look very good. His left eye was too heavy, and the Band-Aid was almost stuck on half of his eyelid, so he could only squint a slit in his left eye.
But no matter how uncomfortable she seemed in front of Xu Dong, as soon as she walked to the table, she could continue playing, shouting and dancing.
All the pain in my body seemed to disappear at this moment.
Xu Dong didn't know how far a person's willpower could go, but she had confidence in Zhu Qi.
Next.
Jamie has to face it.
It's Zhu Qi with all his firepower.
At the beginning of the seventh game, Zhu Qi advanced more aggressively than ever before. She was no longer afraid of Jamie's high strength and strong physique. It seemed that all the discomfort in her body was suppressed by her powerful will, and only a burning fighting spirit remained on the court.
After just four balls, everyone watching felt as if this innings was a condensation of all the previous six innings.
How to receive Jamie's European loop, how to defend against a ground burst, how to pull a diagonal change ball, how to plan ahead for a long, sideways spin, etc., how to defend against a power ball...
Zhu Qi is not competing.
Instead, they "answer questions" on the spot.
As the white arc flew back and forth, she listed almost all of her "problem-solving" ideas one by one.
It was almost as if "Come here, I'll teach you how to beat Jamie" was written on his face.
It felt like there was a string in Zhu Qi's hand.
It can connect every bone in Jamie's body, allowing Jamie to hit the ball he wants.
Even the American commentators were shocked: "This is the first time I've seen someone feed the ball to their opponent."
Members of other national table tennis teams all gathered together, filling up the last bit of space on the second-floor stands.
Some people even took notes while watching. Even the Japanese team hid at the back and stretched their heads to watch, for fear of missing any details.
Although you can record a video, it is still clearer to watch it in person.
Whenever Zhu Qi got angry, Jamie couldn't keep up with her speed, and he was like a deflated ball, falling all over the floor.
Under normal circumstances, Zhu Qi would not do this. As long as the ball can guarantee a score, he will immediately move to the rebound.
But now Zhu Qi was very merciful and pulled a few more boards, fearing that the group of people watching would not understand how he was fighting.
To put it simply, the question is what is equal to what by multiplying by what, and you just need to write the answer, but Zhu Qi also filled in the multiplication vertical calculation process.
—See? Jamie raised his hand like a sideways turn, and stood there to cut, hitting one after another without a sound.
——Don’t be afraid to lean forward and rush forward. This idiot has no brains. When you get a forehand, you want to rush forward, but if the ball doesn’t fly high, just put the racket in front of your chest and wait.
——The arc of the European loop ball is not large, and it has a strong sinking feeling. It is difficult to receive a downward spin ball because it does not have friction.
Zhu Qi's boiling frog tactic not only boiled the American team, but also boiled Qin Xiaoba and others in the stands.
"My dear sister, my grandma, my darling, my coat, can you please hurry up! Stop playing!" Qin Xiaoba was so anxious that he kept hitting his legs.
He was someone who was often played around with by his elder sister.
I understand this feeling all too well.
However, Zhu Qi sent him away so that Qin Xiaoba could clearly recognize his own shortcomings.
But now I'm sneaking away from Jamie just for fun.
Jamie didn't understand it at first. He was still wondering how many balls could be scored directly by Zhu Qi, so why did she play conservatively and hold on for a few more rounds?
Either push left and attack right, pull back and forth, or challenge yourself with short and long balls.
Later, when the score reached [9:5] and Zhu Qi was leading by four points, Jamie finally reacted!
"She" was treated like a dog by Zhu Qi!
Zhu Qi's previous ball landed right on the middle line of her forehand.
Jamie was furious and wanted to hit a loop shot, but he subconsciously glanced at Zhu Qi out of the corner of his eye and found that Zhu Qi turned around and prepared to pick up the ball.
What's going on? Why isn't she going to pull the ball?
Is she sure that she can't get this ball on stage?
Why? Why should she?!
After hesitating for 0.1 seconds, Jamie's movement of catching the ball was distorted.
Bang! The ball bounced on the net, fell back onto the table in front of Jamie, and then rolled weakly on the table...
The gradually stopping rotation seemed to be mocking Jamie's cowardice, saying to "her", you are a coward.
[Seventh round, Zhu Qi 10:5 Jamie]
Zhu Qi's previous ball provided a lot of insurance. If Jamie dared to rush forward, he would definitely be sent off the field.
But Zhu Qi didn't expect Jamie to show his weakness. He softened his stance and didn't even dare to add strength, so the ball went into the net and he lost points.
very good.
Jamie began to get scared.
Zhu Qi felt relieved to see that Jamie finally came to his senses.
She looked at Jamie with her left eye, which was a little hard to open, and gave him a thumbs-up. Last ball, are you ready, Jamie?
The whole audience burst into laughter.
The thumbs-up seemed too ironic to Jamie.
Jamie lowered his head, not daring to look at the scoreboard.
"She" knew that the score gap between herself and Zhu Qi was getting bigger and bigger, and there was no way to catch up.
The American coach also closed his eyes, put on a mask of pain, and dared not watch the last ball.
He knew in his heart that he couldn't win.
This Chinese person should not be underestimated.
She shouldn't be angered.
Even if I lose to Zhu Qi, I can still compete for the bronze medal.
Now Zhu Qi revealed in front of the whole world how to beat Jamie.
Jamie...will be ruined by Zhu Qi!
Jamie has many deep-rooted old problems, such as collision first and then friction, which are stubborn problems that have not been corrected since he was a child practicing football.
After practicing for so many years, it’s hard to change back.
Unless they make drastic changes like Jin Lili and Hong Kong team's Mori Yunan, there is a chance that they will fail completely and not even be able to recover their previous playing style.
Jamie's shoulders trembled. "She" had already used all her strength and tried every possible means. Even if the opponent's vision was impaired or his foot injury recurred, he could still score against her.
Zhu Qi's repeated hits shattered all his self-confidence and dignity.
This is something "she" cannot accept. She has always stood at the top of the moral ladder, overlooking everything below her feet.
Yet, such an important competition was "disassembled" and "analyzed" by so many people, so many pairs of eyes, and the "answer" was made public by a Chinese.
Under the gaze of those cold, contemptuous, obsidian eyes, a chill spread deep within Jamie's bones, like a descent into an icy cellar, spreading through all his meridians like a spider web. She felt a chill on her face, a liquid trickling down her face, perhaps from sweat or something else.
Will “she” still be able to play basketball in the future?
Will those people use Zhu Qi's tactics against me?
Will I be able to play games in the future?
Is it possible to win any subsequent games?
Qin Xiaoba was jumping up and down, shouting and yelling, when he suddenly exclaimed "Fuck!", pulled up Ah Shui, who was crying so hard that ten pieces of paper were wet, and pointed at Jamie and laughed.
"Look! The old eunuch is crying!"
The red silk billowed in the air, and there was a sound of breaking through the air, like a flame raging in the wind, or like a raging fire burning down the camp when thousands of troops came to meet in the dark night.
The last ball landed.
【11:05】
[Big score, Zhu Qi 4:3 Jamie]
The red sea engulfed the blue waves in anger.
It became a sentence that lifted the ceiling.
——[Congratulations to Zhu Qi of the Chinese team for advancing to the women's singles finals and securing the gold and silver medals in advance.]
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