The top table tennis team

"How come my master is so great?" Sun Shasha studied under Coach Qiu. By the time she achieved good results, Zhang Ji had already retired, so she was not very clear.

I've started to be afraid of him recently, and I really feel that he is a very capable master.

In the world of table tennis, technique is king. If you don’t have talent, even the best of things can’t help you.

Yu Man wanted to say something, but she quickly put her hand on her neck and smiled brightly, "You call me senior brother and master, so shouldn't you call me uncle-master?"

Yu Man thought of the plots in Jin Yong's martial arts novels, and learned the titles used in them to directly raise her own seniority.

"I'll just call you ancestors, now let me go, or I'm going to choke you," Sun Shasha stretched out her hands, with her knuckles facing each other, as if she was ready to choke someone.

The two have had a good relationship since they joined the team. As they are of similar age, they quickly became close friends. Over the years, they have always supported each other and can talk about anything.

"No," before she finished her words, Sun Shasha went to the place where Yu Man was ticklish.

The two of them chased each other and fought, as if they were back to more than ten years ago.

Because of the previous game, few people noticed that their usually steady and self-controlled coach was now playing with each other like a child.

In the rest area.

Four elderly people with sore waists and legs, wrapped in towels, each holding a bottle of mineral water. At this time, there were only four of them in the lounge, and they spoke more casually.

"You two have been here for so long, what do you think of the skills of these female athletes?" The main reason why Long Teng asked these people to come today was that he wanted to book the singles spots as soon as possible.

Fan Zhendong is the head coach of the women's team. He wants to give everyone a chance, so he doesn't know how to start the conversation at this moment.

Xu Xin has the closest relationship with Longteng, and at this moment he did not hide anything: "Xing Linghui is the youngest and has not participated in many international competitions, but this is also her advantage."

"The other side has much less information to research on her, and she is indeed very similar to the former Sun Shasha. The chances of winning in women's singles increase by 10% with her."

The current selection rules are still based on the points system, but the leaders will also study the final selection based on the specific circumstances.

"As for the mixed doubles, Bi Xiaoxuan is a very talented girl." Xu Xin has been mainly observing several players in the team recently, and among them, the three female players are indeed the most talented and hardworking.

He and Bu Xianjing are not familiar with each other yet, so he doesn't want to make any judgments.

Long Teng nodded to his old partner, then turned his gaze to Zhang Ji. Zhang Ji was a man who dared to speak and had a sharp eye. The three of them looked at him.

This made him very uncomfortable and he wrapped the towel tightly around himself and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Come on, tell me your opinion."

Zhang Ji frowned and said, "From a technical perspective, Bu Xianjing and Xing Linghui can play in the women's singles, Bi Xiaoxuan in the mixed doubles, and we can add another supporting player."

Although he said that, Zhang Ji still felt uneasy. To be honest, as a coach he should not be selfish, but he always felt that Bu Xianjing was too utilitarian.

Moreover, this person has many secrets and his heart is not as clean as others.

As the coach of the women's team, Fan Zhendong agrees with Zhang Ji's opinion from an objective perspective and based on the world rankings.

"If you have no other opinions, I will decide the quota when I go back today." Since everyone has no major objections, let's just do it.

"Wait," Zhang Ji hesitated again and again, and chose to remain silent about something that had no basis.

"Anything else?" Long Teng looked at Zhang Ji and saw that he seemed to have something to say. He wanted to stand up, but now sat down again.

"Why not let Bi Xiaoxuan and Bu Xianjing have a match to test their singles abilities and then make a decision."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Zhendong immediately raised an objection.

"I'm afraid this is against the rules. The team members participate in every major competition and the points have already been scored. If they have to compete again because of selection, it will be unfair to everyone."

This is not about favoritism, but the rules of the team were set that way at the time. If we change them for anyone, it would probably be unreasonable.

For a moment, the lounge fell silent.

Zhang Ji also knew that what Fan Zhendong said made sense, but he still felt uneasy. After thinking for a moment, he slowly spoke.

"Can we select one more substitute this time? This competition is crucial. We need to have one more substitute, for mixed doubles and women's singles, to add a layer of insurance."

Since we can't have a rematch, it's not too much to ask to promote one more person.

Sure enough, when Long Teng heard his proposal, he did not raise any objection. Zhang Ji knew very well that the chances of this matter succeeding were basically a foregone conclusion.

At this time, Country M has entered autumn. In a villa area in a prosperous area, maple trees are planted everywhere. Because it is the autumn season, the maple leaves all over the ground are beginning to turn red.

Some were naughty and slowly slid down in advance as the wind blew.

This villa is a private residence and no one knows who it belongs to. All we know is that the person is very rich. Every time at this time, a well-dressed middle-aged man will come here and live for two months.

This happens every year without interruption.

"Sir, this is the information you want to look up," a man dressed in a Tang suit and who looked like a butler, held a stack of information and respectfully presented it to the middle-aged man.

I saw a middle-aged man with handsome features, a thin and straight nose, a sharp face, and his hair was neatly combed.

At this moment, I am sitting on a Chinese rocking chair, next to which is an antique tea bed. The freshly brewed hot tea meets the coolness of the early morning, and a thin layer of white smoke floats up.

The man picked up the exquisite teacup and took a look at the pattern on it, which was a retro dragon pattern. Then he looked at the person who came. His voice was light and low, and no emotion could be heard, "Is that kid in trouble again?"

Although it was a rhetorical question, the affirmative tone was unquestionable.

When the butler heard what the old man said, he smiled and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just the beginning of a secret plan."

He bent over and stood beside the middle-aged man, looking at his face, secretly sighing in his heart, he is almost sixty years old, but looks less than forty.

I've been with him for almost thirty years, how come I don't look old at all?

"Heh, he planned secretly, and by the time he started to plan openly, his life was almost gone. This rascal really thought that the Chu family could do whatever they wanted."

"If you are not careful, you may die without knowing how you did it," Liang Yongchang became furious when he said this.

"He has a good son, but he insists on suspecting that he is an illegitimate child. I really don't know what this bastard is thinking. Am I like the kind of person who raises someone else's son?"

Junxiu frowned and glanced at the butler.

"You are so wise and brave, how could you raise a son for someone else? But it is true that the young master is not your wife's son."

It would have been better if the housekeeper didn't say anything. When talking about the past, Liang Yongchang became even more angry.