[National Table Tennis] Ping pong pong, dream collection

Sincerely, Junior National Table Tennis Team

Ma Long found that Xu Xin was particularly lethargic today. He couldn't keep up with the changes in the landing point, and there were always problems in the choice of corresponding strategies. The desire for COSCO's balls was not high, which was very abnormal.

Before Ma Long could speak, Zhang Jike, who was standing opposite the table, said first, "Xu Xin, what's the matter with you today? If you don't want to play, go home and do your homework."

"...didn't sleep well yesterday." Xu Xin leaned against the table and wiped her face with her hands, exhaustion came out of her voice.

"Isn't it just a friendly team competition? What's there to be nervous about? Don't you claim to be No.1 in penhold shooting with your left hand? Are you still afraid of them?"

Xu Xin rarely replied.

While lying on the bed, Xu Xin stared at the ceiling with wide-eyed eyes until his eyelids were more tired than his head, but his mind was very clear. A white ball jumped from the left brain to the right brain, from the brain to the cerebellum, and the round nerve The transmitter rotated with the ball, up and down, left and right, and quickly activated all the neurons.

Xu Xin tried hard to control herself not to look at the time all the time, looking at the dark night outside the window, waiting for the dawn with difficulty and fear.He thought, I'm afraid it's not the usual lack of heart and lungs that will be backlashed, and as soon as he has a heart and lungs, he will start to worry about gains and losses, how petty!

But he had to admit that he wanted to win, and he wanted to win to the point where he felt anxious just thinking about losing.A person who doesn't know the door has a hurdle in his heart. He wants to win, he has to catch every cricket well, he has to seize every defensive opportunity and turn defense into offense, and he has to catch every cricket. Every point is tricky, and he wants to become the strongest person in control of COSCO.

The left-handed Xu Xin was born for the team, but this time he wants to win for himself.

"You have to be obedient, don't spin sideways when it's time to spin down to the left, and don't half-spin when it's time to hit the mid-table."

"Don't be nervous, the opponent has to resist even more when fighting."

"Although we are not afraid of stalemate, we must grasp the first three boards well."

"You can't blindly seek stability for the key ball, and you should make the shot when it's time to make the shot."

"Did you hear that?"

Ma Long put his left hand on the table, rested his chin on the back of his hand, and nodded his silent partner standing on the table with his right hand.

The racket with its neatly glued surface obediently listened to his partner's teachings without saying a word.

The partner lay down obediently, and Ma Long flipped a corner of the spread towel to cover Paizi with his backhand, and then ran to eat.

10

Xu Xin was not born with short-sightedness. His eyesight suddenly deteriorated after watching the video of his opponent all night while preparing for a game. Fortunately, he has a good foundation. He claims to be able to see clearly that mosquito wings have degenerated into mosquito legs from three meters away. status.

At first, Xu Xin didn't want to make a statement, but wanted to widen his eyes to look like eagle eyes. He didn't want the unnatural movements of squinting his eyes from time to time to be seen by the coach, so he knew that he was now short-sighted and couldn't see clearly from a distance. Urging him to get a pair of glasses, Xu Xin always dealt with it with a playful smile every time. According to him, he needs to get a pair of glasses that will least obscure his handsome face, and it needs a long-term investigation.

The real reason is that playing table tennis is a sight-consuming event. Xu Xin was a little worried that he would never be able to take off his glasses. How far can a table tennis player with glasses go?Moreover, he is unwilling to rely on other tools to play, but wants to judge by his own eyes and feelings. One is conceited and the other is stubbornness.But in the end, I still had to wear it a few times from time to time, one is to admit defeat, and the other is to want to win.

It doesn't matter whether Xu Xin has high demands on himself or deliberately looks handsome, in short, the style of play that does not depend on strength but on feeling has been honed in such a day-to-day fooling around, just like running with a sandbag tied to it. When the sandbags are taken off, people will run faster. The style of playing by feeling is more or less in line with his personality of running a train.

Every time he urged him to get glasses, Xu Xin always coaxed him to say that he was wearing contact lenses, but whether he wore them or not was only him, and Ma Long and Zhang Jike who grinned when they saw him wearing contact lenses. I just found out.

11

"Brother Ma Long, I bought you egg-filled biscuits!" The loud, strange child broke into the arena, panting, and the plastic bag in his hand was still steaming.

As soon as Ma Long introduced him, he found out that this kid named Fan Zhendong was one level lower than them. He met Ma Long last time when he was playing in the community. play ball together.Ma Long agreed a little flattered, and asked him to bring a racket to the arena after school another day.

Zhang Jike and Xu Xin glanced at each other, and their eyes fell on the new friend in front of him with a simple and honest smile.Zhang Jike looked at this sturdy kid who was a little shorter than them - he didn't consider that he was also at the age of a kid, and he put Fan Zhendong in the list of kids - and began to guess his ball.And Xu Xin paid more attention to the egg-filled biscuits in his hand. He squinted his eyes and saw that the paper packaging inside the plastic bag must be Aunt Li's at the end of the alley.

Fan Zhendong didn't know that Xu Xin and Zhang Jike were still there, so he stuffed one of the two bags in Ma Long's hand.He opened the bag, sniffed the hot scent, and was about to bite down contentedly, when Ma Long suddenly opened his mouth and forced him to refrain from the precipice.

"You can't eat in the arena." Malone looked a little embarrassed.

Fan Zhendong followed Ma Long, who was holding egg-filled biscuits, and Xu Xin, who was walking with the scent, walked outside the arena, and sat down on the steps at the entrance of the arena.

After a few minutes, Zhang Jike also followed.Of the four, Fan Zhendong looked at Ma Long, Ma Long looked at Zhang Jike, Zhang Jike looked at Xu Xin, and Xu Xin looked at the egg-filled pancakes.I don't know who started laughing first, but the four of them happily shared the two egg-filled biscuits and finished eating.

12

Playing practice games with the girls started when they were swept by Zhang Yining, and occasionally they would come to the same arena to practice.

The physical gap between girls and boys has not been clearly revealed on the table at this age group, but after all, it is only when their peers fight to win or lose. The result of the age gap is that they can't stand Zhang Yining at all. I can tell.Among their peers, boys excel in strength and speed, while girls excel in delicacy and dexterity.Therefore, the Three Musketeers basically only fight with Ding Ning and Liu Shiwen. Chen Meng is younger than them, not to mention Sun Yingsha and Wang Manyu.

Liu Shiwen is one of the few girls who play table tennis with long hair. She has drooping eyes and looks very kind. She is smart and fast at playing.Ding Ning loves to laugh and eat. When he smiles, he can see his teeth but not his eyes. However, he can't get fat no matter what he eats. He still looks thin and small.

One day, when Ding Ning was away, Chen Meng, who was slightly younger than Liu Shiwen, was practicing stalemate with her.Zhang Jike thought of the last time he watched the match between Chen Meng and Liu Shiwen, there were several little fans of Liu Shiwen sitting in the auditorium, cheering for her in a childlike voice.No wonder, as long as the girl smiles, everyone will know that she must be very popular.

He watched carefully, Chen Meng took a different path from most girls, and Zhang Jike could tell at a glance that her strength was greater than that of ordinary girls.When she stared at the ball, there was nothing else in her eyes, she silently gritted her teeth and sweated, and exhausted her whole body with every board, as if nothing others said could shake her rock-solid heart.When he admired this desperate effort, it was like admiring himself.

After a set of practice, Chen Meng played the tempo.After taking a few breaths, she heard a hey sound, and she reflexively reached out to grab the flying object, and she was holding a bottle of water in her hand.Before I could say thank you, when I looked up, I saw Zhang Jike had turned his head and left.

13

Although Xu Xin's habit of carrying a ball bag to class was a joke for a while, everyone started running to the arena with their school bags on their backs.

After all, if you can't finish your homework, you will be taken out of the arena to run around.Even so, among the three, Xu Xin won with a strange brain circuit, and the correct rate of even guessing was quite high. It seemed that he wrote it with his brain seriously.Zhang Jike arrogantly said that it doesn't matter if he doesn't do his homework, as long as he can pass the exam, he will copy Xu Xin or Ma Long's in exchange for being a training partner.Only Ma Long will finish the homework honestly.

"Ma Long, haven't you finished writing yet?" Xu Xin wiped his racket. Ma Long was sitting on the ground, using the rest bench where the bag was placed as a table, and was slamming on today's English homework.

"It's almost there." Ma Long frowned, and then he said to himself, "made of, made from... What's the difference... Why was it just make, why is it now made again..." Ma Long said again Looking up at the eyeball table, he scratched his head in distress, and immediately realized that he shouldn't have hoped that Xu Xin and Zhang Jike could answer his question.

"How does Xu Xin know? You might as well ask me." Zhang Jike walked over proudly.

Ma Long looked at Zhang Jike dubiously, and Xu Xin gave Zhang Jike a blank look: "You who sleep in class all day, can you know? I think it's better to ask girls. I heard that girls can learn English better than boys. This is not our problem." Xu Xin comforted Ma Long earnestly, with a sense of righteousness that I couldn't learn well in his tone.

Zhang Jike glanced at the question Ma Long pointed out, and pointed out with style: "This made is the past tense of make, this of and from..."

"Hey, is that made in China?" Xu Xin had a flash of inspiration, "I wrote these words on my bicycle. My mother said it was made in China."

"It means to make!" Pointing to two prepositions again, "of and from are not important, anyway, it means to make and it's over." Zhang Jike explained, "Come and play as soon as you finish writing."

Ma Long quickly memorized the phrase that Xu Xin just said neatly on the corner, and before he even had time to close the textbook, he stood up excitedly holding the racket. He was a little dizzy after sitting for too long, and he went to the table without stopping. run away.

In the textbook, the immature handwriting and ink are still dry, and it says "made in China".

14

"Brother, go slowly!" Fan Zhendong chased Ma Long who was rushing forward angrily, and Xu Xin and Zhang Jike also followed behind Ma Long with ball bags on their shoulders.

"Little Fatty, don't stop me. Anyway, I will get this justice back for you." Ma Long rushed forward without looking back.

Zhang Jike: "It's been a long time since I met such an arrogant person...and claiming to be number one?"

Xu Xin: "It's time to teach them how to play table tennis!"

"You don't have to worry, little fat, this is a challenge of justice, and nothing will happen."

"No, bro..." Fan Zhendong was about to explain but was interrupted by Ma Long.

"We won the game in an open and aboveboard manner. We never made any small moves, deliberately framed you, and even scolded our arena. It's too much." Fan Zhendong rarely saw Ma Long, who is always smiling, look so angry.

"We must find them today to explain the truth."

"What's the point? Let's fight directly. If you don't believe them, they won't be convinced."

The three eldest brothers were filled with righteous indignation, and they couldn't stop the momentum of rushing forward.

Fan Zhendong gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and rushed to Ma Long to stop him. Fan Zhendong lowered his head, pointed in the opposite direction, and his voice became smaller and smaller:

"That...Brother Ma Long, I want to say, their arena is over there."