5 Macau Palace World Cup ①
◎【修】There is only one reason why a kid like this didn't make the national team.◎
After submitting the registration form and registration fee to the International Table Tennis Federation, it is time for training before the competition.
The competition starts in October, and Zhu Qi has two months of intensive training.
The two of them stayed in the hotel for the time being.
He Qianlu found a primary school with a ping-pong table in the suburbs of Jinling. The principal saw that Zhu Qi had an athlete's certificate and thought he was an athlete from the provincial team who came out to "add some food" and said that he could borrow their table and school playground for free.
There are still two months until the World Cup.
The newspaper said that outstanding players from various provinces have been sent to youth training camps.
The timing was also coincidental. After Zhu Qi finished playing in the World Cup, it was almost the time when he was included in the national second team list from the youth training camp.
There are 108 female table tennis players participating this time, as mighty as a group going to Liangshan Mountain.
Zhu Qi closed the newspaper and counted the probabilities on his fingers.
Among these 108 people, only 3-5 can enter the national second team.
Absolutely amazing.
This is almost as good as the civil service exam in the future, right?
Didn’t they say that not many people have been doing sports in the past two years?
He Qianlu disagreed: "How many people are there? Back in my class, there were over 300 promising men's table tennis players. That's what we call a real multitude of heroes, and every hurdle was overcome. You know people like Gao Xiaofeng, Huang Daxu, Liu Man... they were all talented people from my class. Just playing the team's round-robin tournament took a whole month, and because there were so many people, we had to play in two separate groups. I got lumbar disc effusion during that time."
"Awesome." Zhu Qi gave a thumbs up.
After deciding to participate in the World Cup, Zhu Qi called home.
My uncle and aunt didn't really know much about table tennis. Every time Zhu Qi said she wanted to play a game, their attitude was always, "Good luck! It doesn't matter if you don't get a place, you'll always be the best!"
My aunt and uncle are more clear about the in-between things.
Ever since Zhu Qi came to his uncle's house at the age of six and practiced table tennis with his uncle, who was a physical education teacher, during the winter vacation, his uncle was shocked.
She could juggle the ball as soon as she held the racket, hit the ball continuously in less than three days, play against others after a week of practice, and receive a ball with spin in less than a month. However, the children who were learning the racket together with her at this time did not even have the standard racket grip!
genius!
Absolutely genius!
He is a genius that only appears once in a thousand years!
Other teachers also said, "This child is like a genius who didn't finish drinking Meng Po's soup and was reborn with the memories of his past life."
...Well, how could it not be?
My uncle-in-law told my aunt, and my aunt told my uncle: "This child must be well-educated! Don't delay it!"
After hearing this, the uncle immediately asked someone to find Zhu Qi a tutoring class at the only school at that time that specialized in table tennis. The teachers there were all retired players from the national team.
In that era, this kind of daycare class was equivalent to the later private aristocratic elementary school.
The monthly fee is 20 yuan, which is terribly expensive.
My uncle was working as a truck driver at the time, earning only about 50 yuan a month. He often drove at night, which was very harmful to his body and unstable.
My aunt is in poor health and often falls ill, and she has to take medicine every month.
This daycare fee accounts for almost all of the family's expenses.
Zhu Qi thought to himself that he didn't need such a good environment, and just practiced with his uncle.
But my uncle-in-law said that his level was limited and he could not delay her, and my uncle and aunt also thought it was worthwhile to train her. In addition, my uncle-in-law also used his salary to subsidize part of it, and the whole family decided to train Zhu Qi to become a national player.
The four adults made a unanimous decision!
We must help the Zhu family’s children to succeed!
And Zhu Qi has never disappointed his family.
When I was 8, I played in the 10-year-old group. When I was 10, I played in the 12-year-old group. When I was 12, I played in the 15-year-old group. When I was 15, I played in the 18-year-old group. I won first place in all of them.
Zhu Qi defeated monsters of higher levels and won gold medals across grades.
From childhood to adulthood, I have two large boxes of gold medals alone.
My uncle-in-law had heard some rumors and knew why Zhu Qi wasn't selected for the national second team. He could only comfort her over the phone: "Your aunt, your brother, and I can't go to the Ao Palace to watch you play, but we'll be cheering you on from home. Think of this World Cup as a tryout. Show your face in international competitions and make a name for yourself. Maybe you can skip the tryout and get picked by Yunwan or Zhugang. Playing there will also allow you to participate in the World Games."
"I know that no matter what happens, I will never give up playing basketball," said Zhu Qi.
In my previous life, when I was an assistant coach in the club, I often followed the team to participate in some domestic competitions and small exchange competitions abroad, and I have a good understanding of the three major competitions.
Based on the time point at that time, Zhu Qi calculated which athletes each country would send to participate in the competition.
The next step is targeted training for those players.
Morning jogging, receiving and serving, targeted training, simulated competitions, physical training, rallies, table defense and attack...
He Qianlu bought three boxes of balls, a total of eighteen, and played back and forth.
If some balls were flattened, they would be soaked in hot water to make them swell up before continuing to play.
When the get out of class was over, many children in the school would gather around the window out of curiosity to watch, and the room would be filled with the sound of balls hitting the table from morning to night.
Boom, bang, boom, bang...
Zhu Qi trained from 7 a.m. to 11 p.m., and his clothes got wet and dry, dry and wet again.
She has always been very clean. When she was in the provincial team, she would take a bath three times a day, but now she really doesn't have the conditions to do so and can't care so much.
At night, I could only rub it in water and then hang it at the door of the hotel to dry. The next day, there was still sweat and alkali that had not been washed off.
Sometimes I would forget the time because of training. When I went out, all the shops were closed. There were only some old ladies sitting in front of the doors of the flat buildings. She used a bamboo board to pick up the baked buns from the pot, and the faint aroma of the buns mixed with the smell of fruit wood and the pot was emitted.
The two of them bought a bag of flatbread, rolled it with beef and spicy sauce, and ate it while watching the opponent's game video.
This kind of training, which is completely comparable to the intensity of the national team, continued until the start of the game.
After packing up everything, I checked out of the hotel.
Take a taxi to the airport, get a number, check in your luggage, board the plane, and wait for the plane to take off.
Zhu Qi felt extremely calm.
It was as if this was just an ordinary competition, not an opportunity that could determine her future life.
Before boarding the plane, He Qianlu asked her, "Aren't you nervous?"
"Is it useful to be nervous?" Zhu Qi asked back.
There is no turning back in life, you either fall or you leap.
Anyway, she was already at the bottom of the valley and was not afraid of falling to her death.
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Three minutes before takeoff.
There was a bustling sound in the cabin, and a group of people appeared in the aisle at the same time and found their seats.
They were about the same age, wearing the same sports jacket and carrying the same backpack. When they came in, they all looked down at the numbers written on their tickets and helped each other find seats.
Zhu Qi heard their conversation, in which the words "ball" and "game" were also mentioned.
Those who board the plane at this time are basically likely to be people related to the competition.
It can’t be such a coincidence...let her meet the national team?
One of the young men stopped beside Zhu Qi, and after confirming that the empty seat on Zhu Qi's right belonged to him, he moved in.
Zhu Qi slightly leaned to the side to make way for him, and accidentally caused the golf bag on his right side to scrape against the zipper on the back of his backpack.
The young man stopped, looked back at his backpack that had caused trouble, and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, my bag is too big."
His voice had a hoarse quality that came from someone who had just finished voice change, like the muffled and soft groan of a lamb stretching.
Zhu Qi looked up and saw that he was also carrying a table tennis box on his shoulder and wearing a domestic brand sportswear.
At this time, wearing this kind of clothes and carrying a ball box.
OK
It’s from the national table tennis team.
There was no online ticket booking these days.
When He Qianlu arrived at the scene to buy the ticket, the airport staff said that most of the seats had been booked in advance, and there were currently no connected seats on this flight, so the two people had to separate, so he was not in Zhu Qi's cabin.
The empty seat next to Zhu Qi belongs to the young man.
He looked at Zhu Qi with a pair of round and timid eyes, a cautious and guilty look, which forced Zhu Qi to say, "It's okay."
Seeing that the girl didn't say anything, the young man felt embarrassed to disturb her and just looked out the window quietly waiting for the plane to take off.
Suddenly, a fat boy about the same age as the young man sat down in front.
"Hey, antelope! You're sitting here."
The two greeted each other.
Zhu Qi thought of the list of Chinese national table tennis players participating in the World Championship Cup that He Qianlu had shown her, and she also took a look at the men's team.
The men's table tennis team sent out six players, three absolute starters and three starters. Four of them played singles, and the other two starters each formed a men's doubles team with the two absolute starters, presumably to help the veterans train the new players and build up their competition experience.
He is one of them.
Bighorn? Darling? Gay.
I know that men have high hormone secretion, but it’s not necessary to be so intimate with each other on the plane, right?
Is this the same thing as Britain in this era?
Zhu Qi began to recall the appearance of the young man, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't remember who this person was.
Athletes who are known to the public have achieved good results. I guess he is also an unknown person.
"Dashu and Xiaogang ran fast, but I was the only one left behind. Coach Shi called me away to help the women's team with their luggage. I don't know why those girls' suitcases were so heavy. Look, they've strangled my hands red. And they still complained about my slowness and gave me a lot of flak."
The two boys chatted briefly.
This little fat boy is called Fat Tiger, and he does look a bit like Fat Tiger in Doraemon.
He has a flat nose, small eyes, and thick lips. He also likes to make exaggerated expressions when he speaks.
very good.
Another person I haven't heard of.
Zhu Qi felt a little disappointed. Why wasn't the person sitting next to him from the women's team? At least he could get some information that way.
To put it bluntly, you might also encounter it when participating in the World Cup.
Although they are all Chinese.
But at this time it is an adversarial relationship.
She will never show mercy!
After Fat Tiger calmed down, the young man began to daydream.
Zhu Qi felt that the object of this young man's wandering was himself.
His eyes seemed to be constantly wandering over himself, with a kind of curiosity and scrutiny that was hard to hide.
This person has beautiful eyes, like a girl's.
His fan-shaped deer eyes had a crystal-clear, watery quality, a kind of inexperienced... clarity? He was called a young man, but in reality, he had never left the table. Inexperienced athletes can sometimes be naive and foolish.
He seemed to be completely unaware that it was a bit unfair to stare at a girl with such beautiful eyes.
Fortunately, Zhu Qi lived to be 35 years old in her previous life plus 15 years old in this life, a total of 50 years old, enough for her to be his grandmother.
I won't bother with a half-baked kid.
But when he turned around, he saw that the young man next to him had slightly red eyes.
Like a dripping white jasmine flower, she seemed to be hesitant to speak, yet hesitant to speak. She seemed to be feeling uncomfortable, but she was holding it in and trying hard to frown.
Zhu Qi reacted and asked, "Is this your first time on a plane?"
He nodded, a little embarrassed.
"tinnitus?"
He nodded again.
The fat kid sitting in front turned around and asked, "What's wrong with you? Did you catch a cold from a few days ago and still not fully recovered?"
Zhu Qi knew what was wrong with this kid, and his coaching certificate included simple medical treatments.
This is because the air pressure changes when the plane takes off, which hinders the vibration of the eardrum and causes him to feel tinnitus and eardrum pain.
She reached out, pinched the young man's nose, and said, "Close your mouth and blow."
The young man obeyed obediently, with a small bulge on his cheeks, and looked at Zhu Qi with his round eyes, which looked very pitiful.
The hand that pinched his nose had a slight fragrance, a very refreshing minty smell, like a certain Zhuhai-Hong Kong brand scented tissue paper.
My mouth was filled with air, and the buzzing eardrums felt much more relaxed, and my head no longer felt swollen.
So amazing!
"What are you doing?" Fat Tiger asked.
"It's the Valsalva maneuver to regulate the air pressure in the middle ear." Zhu Qi asked, releasing his hand. "If you feel uncomfortable, pinch your nose and blow a few times to lift the eardrum."
"I'm feeling better, thank you. This is my first time competing abroad, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to adapt to airplanes..." His voice was gentle, a little hoarse and immature from a voice changer. "My name is Song Linzhou, what's yours?"
"Lei Feng." Zhu Qi.
He asked earnestly, "Which feng? The feng of maple leaves? Or the feng of harvest?"
“…” Zhu Qi.
This silly boy.
No humor germs.
He glanced at the table tennis box on the left side of Zhu Qi's chair and asked, "Do you play table tennis too? With a horizontal or vertical racket?"
"Horizontal shot." Zhu Qi said.
"I took a straight shot." The young man smiled shyly.
Zhu Qi's racket was newly made two months ago and is not compatible with his old racket. He didn't have time to buy a new racket case, so he had to stuff it in there first, leaving the handle exposed.
The young man was very curious and praised: "Your racket is really beautiful. Is it custom-made?"
"Um."
The little fat boy also became curious: "Little girl, can you take it out and have a look? We play table tennis too, on the national team!"
He patted his chest, feeling proud.
Zhu Qi took out the racket and they both showed a "wow" expression.
Their rackets are relatively neat, all with the same wooden handle. There are no superfluous patterns or decorations, just practicality is enough, not appearance.
But when holding the girl's racket in their hands, the first feeling is that it is lighter than the rackets they use, more suitable for girls, and the wood used must be different.
The second feeling is that the gourd-shaped handle is very easy to hold and fits perfectly on the palm of your hand.
He Qianlu also added a clever idea to it, using a frosted finish on the palm to prevent it from slipping.
So cool.
The young man returned the racket to her, his eyes sparkling as he whispered, "Are you a player from the Yunwan and Zhugang teams? Your Mandarin is very standard. Are you a player from the mainland?"
Hearing this, the little fat boy excitedly started to yell at Zhu Qi: "Are you guys whispering carefully? Um, four Cantonese accents, Thunder Monkey, pretty girl."
"I don't understand." Zhu Qi.
"Is the little girl from Yunwan? Why doesn't your team uniform have the national flag?" Fat Tiger switched to Wanpu.
“…” Zhu Qi.
"I see that your rubber is very dry. This is what I use myself. It is very useful. I'm giving it to you." Song Linzhou took out a small plastic bottle from his golf bag and wrapped the bottle mouth with foam to prevent the liquid inside from flowing out.
When handing it to Zhu Qi, the young man's bright eyes blinked, and it was almost as if "Let's be friends" was written directly on his face.
Zhu Qi took a look and knew what it was: "Expanding oil?"
"You're so knowledgeable! You even know about expansion oil." Fat Tiger shook his head. "This is the expansion oil for rubber sponges that our national team went through so much trouble to import from Germany at a high price. Apply a layer of this before applying the rubber to the racket, let it dry, and then stick it on. Wow, the ball flies like it's flying."
Doesn’t it just mean that the rubber can hold the ball better?
This Cantonese guy thinks she is a novice.
Zhu Qi also paints his rubber with oil, but such advanced things were not available in that era, so He Qianlu used motor oil and paraffin oil instead.
Although it can be used, it is very damaging to the rubber. She likes to play in competitions everywhere, so she basically changes the rubber every three days.
The bottle in Song Linzhou's hand is definitely different. It is the best black oil on the market, and only the national team has it.
Zhu Qi naturally didn't hesitate to give him such a good thing: "Thank you."
The plane landed.
Zhu Qi carried his golf bag and walked towards the cabin door.
A young man's voice came from behind.
"Hey! What the hell is your name?"
The girl didn't look back.
Carrying a golf bag, he strode into the sunshine.
Current affairs create heroes, and heroes create current affairs.
If only she could tear up the script and rewrite the future.
Everyone will know her name by then.
【Author’s words】
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[Red Heart] A little bit of thoughts [Red Heart]
When I created the heroine, Bao Mei, I wanted to create a girl who was reborn from the ashes. First, she must be ambitious. After returning to life, she clearly defines her goals and steps on the accelerator, never looking back. She must also be resolute and forge ahead. She may make mistakes and take detours along the way, but she must be the bravest.
But at this moment she was also lonely, going on the road to prove herself alone, and when she looked back, there was no one behind her.
I hope everyone likes Baomei~[heart]
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