125 Successor
◎ She was like a bride waiting for her lover, reciting her vows.◎
I had originally planned to return to the national team and book a hotel to have some good food and fun, but the General Administration of Sport issued an order saying that the "international students" who were about to go to China to study had to come half a month earlier than originally planned.
The celebration banquet will have to be postponed a little bit until these foreign players arrive, and the celebration and welcoming party will be counted together.
To express their welcome, the national table tennis team sent two rows of flower baskets and several new sets of mattresses and toiletries overnight, including the same team uniforms as everyone in the national table tennis team, but the nationality section on the back was blank, and only their own names were filled in.
Many of these "international students" are still at the provincial team level in China, and would likely be overwhelmed by training directly with the national team's first-tier players. Therefore, they are tentatively scheduled to train with the national team's second-tier players for the first six months. Then, based on their individual circumstances, they will be adjusted to train with the national team's first-tier players.
All the players from the second team had to help pack up. Some of them, while helping to collect their uniforms, were curious about who the players were that were coming this time.
"The Hong Kong team sent two people this time. Is it because of the return of Hong Kong and Zhuhai and the need to strengthen the relationship between the two sides?"
"Is this Mori Yunan the younger brother of reporter Mori? He was on the Chaojing team with Daling brother before?"
"That's him. He even played mixed doubles with us in Moscow this time."
"Isn't he said to be doing pretty well in the Hong Kong team? Why is he still training here?"
"If he plays well, will the national team recruit him back? Haha..."
"He should be recruited. He looks just like his brother, fair and tender, so handsome. It's time for a handsome young man to join the national team so we can feast our eyes on him."
Several boys from the boys' team were curiously discussing this person. Qin Xiaoba, who had just finished running on the playground and was returning shirtless, heard this and shouted, "What? What? What about recruiting? The boys' team doesn't need any more people..."
The girls from the women's team nearby snorted, "Stop bragging! Since returning from Moscow, the men's team has only won three awards, right? You're only getting recognized thanks to our women's team."
In the commendation letter issued by the General Administration of Sport, all the coaches of the women's team were specifically named for winning gold, silver and bronze medals in the table tennis championships. Zhu Qi's application to join the party and her promotion to lieutenant were also specially approved.
The entire women's team is in a stage of extreme self-confidence. They look at the men's table tennis team next door as if they were looking at a group of sons-in-law, with eyes full of disgust.
Qin Xiaoba was about to retort, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true. However, his damn pride wanted him to argue again, so he squeezed out a sentence: "Our men's team is very competitive!"
"Come on, the women's team isn't very competitive? If you want to try a less competitive track, little starling, learn from Shackleides Jamie."
"Exactly. In the battle of the sexes, it seems like you've never defeated Sister Bao Bao, right? Even if you were like Jamie, you'd be the background for Sister Bao Bao's gold medal win."
The girls burst into laughter.
Qin Xiaoba's face turned even redder. He pulled Daxiong, who had just finished running, and yelled, "Captain! They're laughing at us!"
When mixed doubles practice first began, many of the male players complained about the poor quality of the women's balls. Qin Xiaoba grumbled several times when he was dragged along to practice mixed doubles with the girls, claiming he was a hard laborer and deserved preferential treatment. The men's team even made the outrageous request that the women help clean the gym while they were practicing mixed doubles, which infuriated the women.
Now the situation has turned around.
The women's team naturally would not miss the opportunity to defeat the men's team.
Daxiong listened to the whole thing and didn't know why Qin Xiaoba was arguing with others. He could only say to the girls in a good-tempered manner: "Ladies, he can't win the argument with you, so let him go."
Then he turned to Qin Xiaoba and said, "Just listen to the teasing if your grades aren't good. Why do you have to argue with that little girl?"
Daxiong and Song Linzhou have the best tempers in the men's team. They basically never scold the team members and never act like big shots with them.
Daxiong has the boldness and open-mindedness of a northern man, and doesn't think being ridiculed will hurt him. Song Linzhou is a gentle and cultured man who only talks sense and never loses his temper.
But Qin Xiaoba is different. He is similar to Zhu Qi in that they are both competitive. He is determined to win honor for the men's team and so he goes to the side of the table to practice backhand loop shots.
He learned what his sister knew.
The elder sister expanded the arsenal, and Qin Xiaoba followed behind to pick up bullets.
"I'm so angry, I'm so angry, I'm so angry..." Qin Xiaoba muttered every time he swung his racket.
Song Linzhou, a towel hung around his neck, was practicing rallies with Daxiong. He heard Qin Xiaoba yelling beside him and wondered, "What's wrong with him? Who is he angry with?"
"Don't mention it. I was yelled at by a few girls from the women's team during my morning run, and I've been making a fuss ever since." Daxiong also took a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.
Qin Xiaoba put down his racket, sat down between the two of them, crossed his arms, and said angrily, "It's not because of those little girls, but because of that guy from the Hong Kong team who's coming soon. I don't think he has pure intentions!"
"What a mess, let's go to training." Daxiong patted Qin Xiaoba's leg and wanted to pull Qin Xiaoba to practice another set.
"Hey, listen to me! He's the captain of the Hong Kong men's team after all. Even though he's still a bit behind us, he's definitely a candidate for intensive training in the Hong Kong team. How come he's coming here? Would he be willing to train with the second team?"
"Maybe the level of the Hong Kong team coaches is also limited." Song Linzhou felt that Qin Xiaoba was thinking too much and did not take it seriously.
Qin Xiaoba felt that the two brothers were too clumsy and not flexible enough, so he reminded them, "Didn't you see that he was holding my sister's racket during the National Table Tennis Championships? It's a new model! The one sold by my aunt's shop!"
Big Bear was more practical and asked, "So what? Huang Jiajia brought it to me. I think she's using it too."
“…” Qin Xiaoba.
Qin Xiaoba thought Daxiong should show the aura of the captain of the national table tennis men's team and strictly prevent any violations of discipline from occurring within the team. Song Linzhou suddenly understood what Qin Xiaoba meant and said with a smile, "You're not saying that people come to training to chase girls or something?"
"That's exactly what I mean." Qin Xiaoba snapped his fingers, then hooked his arm around Da Xiong's shoulder and urged him. "As the captain of the men's team, now that they're here, they're your people. You have to explain the rules to them clearly. After all, they're not as strict over there as we are here. What if something really breaks out and Fat Tiger and Sister Tang Tang cause trouble? My sister would have to fight Riyadh..."
"I have to warn you, it's not good to make assumptions like that," Big Bear replied righteously. "Who knows, maybe they're just here for training?"
"I bet you a week's worth of sock washing, this kid is definitely not simple!" Qin Xiaoba raised his finger and swore. "It's a man's intuition..."
"Stop talking nonsense, or your sister will hear you and beat you up again." Song Linzhou also said, and the break was over, ready to go back to the table to continue training.
A few boys nearby also came over to find out what they were talking about.
Although Daxiong is the captain of the men's team, he is actually different from Gao Xiaofeng's decisive and swift approach as captain. Daxiong is not very critical of others. Even when he is leading a young player who has just joined the team to play men's doubles, if he does not play well, he will take the blame and comfort his teammates.
Therefore, many young players in the male team are not very afraid of Daxiong. When the coach is around, Daxiong's words are effective, but when the coach is not around, they turn a deaf ear to the captain's words. They have absolutely no unity like the women's team next door.
The biggest fun recently is that the national team is about to get a group of new players. Several people are discussing it more and more passionately, and the decibel level is a bit out of control.
Today happens to be Sunday again.
The coaches were not there, so the players were trained freely under the supervision of their respective captains.
Maomao was also watching the training. As he was demonstrating the correct hitting spots to the young players, he heard the noisy laughter of the men's team next to him. He frowned and asked, "What are they doing?"
A few young players were picking up balls around the table. They heard a few words and said, "It seems they are talking about the players from the Hong Kong team."
"Jia Jia is coming this time, right?" Ah Shui shook his arm, sore from practice. "There are two on the women's team, and two on the men's team. One of them is a black guy from Tanzania. My dad went to Tanzania on a business trip before and he said it's pretty poor there, too. They don't even have rubber. This time at the National Table Tennis Championships, this black guy brought his own sponge, which was made in his own country, and it almost got him disqualified because it didn't meet the standards."
Therefore, Zhu Qi felt that recruiting external players to train in the national team was not a business, but rather poverty alleviation.
Not to mention the cost of studying abroad, which is probably out of their own pocket, and a lot of accommodation and training fees are probably waived. Maybe the bonuses and allowances are even higher than those of the national team players.
The Americans are still spreading the word everywhere, saying that the Chinese team is forming a small group... Gentlemen are open and honest, while villains are hiding their secrets.
Seeing that Xiao Lingdang had been practicing backhand straight line for the whole morning without any effect, Zhu Qi was a little tired, so he grabbed a male player from the team nearby and asked him to serve as a sparring partner for Xiao Lingdang.
You can ignore the words of the captain of the men's team, but you cannot ignore the words of the new Grand Slam champion.
This little boy's ball is very heavy. If he can hit this kind of ball back, he can stabilize the rate of hitting the table and raise his backhand system to a higher level.
Zhu Qi stood by and watched Xiao Lingdang practice. As the boy practiced, even the little boy blinked and looked at Zhu Qi, hoping to get some guidance.
"Your serve is pretty good, but your wrist is not strong enough. After three shots, the friction on the ball is not enough. Go back and do more horizontal bar hangs to train your hands." Zhu Qi said.
"Yes!" The little boy stood at attention, saluted Zhu Qi cutely, and then ran back.
The men's team players were originally discussing the "international students" who were about to arrive, but suddenly they all gathered around, hoping to get some advice.
Seeing that there were quite a few people in the training hall today, Zhu Qi discussed with Maomao: "Let's have a men's and women's training match."
Maomao thought it was feasible and nodded.
A female team captain and a captain who was recognized by everyone hit it off and started a gender competition for training without any intention of listening to Daxiong's opinion.
Throughout the game, both teams won and lost, and the game was mainly focused on competition.
Two groups of people stood on either side, making noise and cheering.
"Hit him! Hit him! Hit him on the front hand!"
"Your ball is really bad. You can't even stop this?"
"Oh, you're too weak, let me do it!"...
Ren Xinhua, who had to go back to the national team to get some information, had originally planned to go to the training hall to check on the kids' self-discipline. Instead, he saw two groups of people forming a square around the table, like they were watching a boxing match, and had invited the cafeteria's cook, Mr. Liu, to act as referee.
Master Liu also has a bit of presbyopia and glaucoma. Every time he looks at the ball, he has to look down to make sure whether it is a scoring ball.
"Um, um... one point for Sasuke!"
"No, no, these are my points! This is a borderline case!" the boy opposite yelled.
Zuo Zuo is known as the "Little Ah Shui of Chinese Table Tennis." Not only are they both left-handed, but their personalities are also very similar. He put his hands on his hips and said, "Bullshit! What I saw was just table tennis. Don't try to cheat me out of my points!"
Zhu Qi tilted his head to Maomao and said, "Zuo Zuo has good eyes and can see very accurately."
The cat asked, "Did you hear the noise?"
"Yeah." Zhu Qi nodded.
For a table tennis player, being able to see spin clearly is a very impressive talent.
Previously, Jin Lili's serves were ineffective against Song Linzhou because Song Linzhou could see the high-speed ball clearly and was basically immune to magic.
Last year, Ren Xinhua returned two players from the second team to the provincial team because those two kids couldn't see the rotation clearly and couldn't play well, so they were useless as sparring partners and there was no need to train them.
Although it is cruel, this is competitive sports.
And now, Ren Xinhua stood behind the door and watched for a while, feeling both amused and helpless.
This game was organized by Zhu Qi and Maomao. There was no coach on the field, but they still played well.
When she was interviewed in Florida, the reporter asked her who she planned to pass the baton of head coach to after retirement. Ren Xinhua thought about it carefully on the way back.
A very wonderful idea emerged in Ren Xinhua's mind...
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On Monday morning, the athletes who received the badges in Florida went to the General Administration of Sports conference hall to attend the commendation ceremony.
The most mentioned topic was Zhu Qi's performance this year.
[…Moscow Central held their own half, securing the Chinese team's 97th World Games gold medal. Despite a severe foot injury and a cut on the corner of their eye, they persevered, demonstrating the indomitable spirit of Chinese athletes… They successfully advanced to the finals at the Florida Open, winning the Miriam Cup for the second consecutive year… They were awarded the Third Class Merit, the title of "Ten Outstanding Young People of the Era," and…]
Zhu Qi was wearing a military uniform. When he stood up to receive the award, the epaulettes on his shoulders had changed from one bar and one star to one bar and two stars.
The day before yesterday, the old man also called the Bayi team players to the military management center separately, and promoted the military ranks of the Bayi team players who won gold medals in the World Games.
Qin Xiaoba and Daxiong have also advanced one level from the bald tactics.
Unlike others, Zhu Qi also wore a medal of honor on his right chest, one for his three-year military service and one for his one-year military service.
The medals of honor can be stacked, as long as they do not exceed your rank. These two medals also symbolize Zhu Qi's military career from the age of seventeen to twenty-one.
Zhu Qi stood in front of the podium holding the party membership declaration in his hand. In the first row in front of him sat the leaders of the Sports Bureau, the second row was the coaches of the various Chinese teams, and the third row and beyond were the players of each team.
The pine green military uniform made her look as tall and straight as a bamboo. The faint scar at the corner of her eye had been smoothed out, leaving almost no trace.
The collar button gleamed with metallic luster as she nodded slightly, making her look more resolute in this era.
She was like a bride waiting for her lover, standing under the party flag and taking her oath.
"...I will continue to be strict with myself, dedicate my future to the development of Chinese table tennis, and fight for my country."
"The person who took the oath is Zhu Qi."
【Author’s words】
I see many people in the comment section are worried about the recent situation. What I want to say is don’t worry, the stars and stripes are dead, but the Great Wall remains.
No one really thinks Trump can save America, right? No, no, no, no? When he first took office, the Bunnies called him our spy sent to America, the gay guy who loves Sichuan cuisine. It's because after he took office, he completely overturned Obama's eight years of work, starting from scratch. Then, when that Alzheimer's president took office, Trump completely overturned Trump's four years of work. Now, Trump is back in office again, overturning all of Trump's four years of work. It's like Trump has done nothing in America for sixteen years. This is my biggest amusement this year. Many colonists are cursing Trump to death because almost everything he does benefits us. We've been waiting for years to decouple from America, but we didn't want to break up because of the international situation. Now, this guy is just asking us to break up with him. What a great thing! The next one will be better, the next one will be more obedient, and the next one will be more submissive.
And recently our mother released a news item about "not kneeling". That doesn't mean we shouldn't kneel. The outside internet knows it was said for the beautiful people to hear. Ma Ge, that American version of Nian Gengyao, fired a bunch of special agents again. Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Were they really not sent by us? [Huang Bo emoji: Finally got fooled] Tell them, don't kneel. Those who kneel are puppies. We will keep increasing taxes. I [scatter flowers][scatter flowers] The collapse of a great country happens overnight. The disintegration of the Red Bear also happened overnight. It was very fast.
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