[Zhang Jike] Unexpected

After the winter training of the National Table Tennis Team, Qin Moyi did not leave the news agency directly.Adding more practical experience will be good for her future career development.

There is no holiday during the Spring Festival, and Zhang Jike also needs to return to the team to continue training in order to prepare for the Dortmund World Table Tennis Championships.

He has won the same team veteran Wang Hao in two consecutive competitions, and the outside world has different opinions on him. What he needs most now is to continue to show outstanding results to stabilize his position.

For a long time, the two of them haven't met each other, and only chatted a few words on the Internet occasionally, but the contact has never been broken.

Sometimes, when he really wanted it so badly, Zhang Jike would secretly hide under the blanket, put on his earphones, and listen to the voice of the girl Wei Er to himself over and over again to survive.

Qin Moyi also relied on the hundreds of saved pictures in his mobile phone album to comfort his soul, and chose not to disturb the other party.

Day after day, the tender shoots of this relationship, which did not receive much attention and care, were surprisingly tenacious and unyieldingly took root and grew in their hearts until they broke through the ground.

"January 1, Beijing time. The 30 ITTF World Tour Slovenian Open came to an end. The Chinese team successfully won four championships. Zhang Jike and Ding Ning became the biggest winners."

3月25日-4月1日，2012年世乒赛在德国的多特蒙德举行。

As a sad student, Qin Moyi can only choose to watch the men's team final (Sunday) where Zhang Jike will play at the end of April 4st.After watching it, I have to fly back to Beijing immediately, without delay.

This is also the first time in more than three months that she has watched Zhang Jike play at close range.

Uniform red long-sleeved jersey jacket with black sports shorts, with bright yellow CHINA printed on the back. Qin Moyi grabbed the tickets and the location was not very good. At the moment, the radio is introducing the players from both sides in English, but she can only see the athletes back.

Even so, she could easily tell which of them was her boy.

While warming up and listening to Liu Guoliang's pre-match guidance, Zhang Jike took off his coat and was full of fighting spirit.

Under the cheers full of foreign accents, he looked around the field, and then went to shake hands with the referee and the host country's opponents.

Hidden in the dimly lit auditorium, Qin Mo covered his left chest without a word, where the heart carrying all the memories was beating vigorously, stably, stably, as if to show the final result of this competition It must end with Zhang Jike winning.

On the court, Zhang Jike felt that he was in very good condition, surprisingly good.

From the first ball in the opening game, Zhang Jike made a good start.Afterwards, no matter how tightly the opponent bites, he always takes the lead with a slight advantage, which makes the teammates on the sidelines and the fans who support him full of expectations.

Every time he wins a goal, he looks straight at the audience behind him, and firmly raises his left hand clenched into a fist.

As if pointing to someone.

Halfway through the schedule, Zhang Jike has already pulled his score far away.

He twisted the king with one hand and hit the ball that could not be judged, which caused headaches for his opponents.

Qin Mo stared at the bright red figure with "Zhang J.K." printed on it the whole time, every jump, every stride, she wanted to engrave it deeply in her mind.Compared with the situation on the court, she cares more about Zhang Jike's every move.

Pausing to rest, wiping off the sweat from his temples with a towel, Zhang Jike raised his head to replenish the water.

After a while, the eyeballs that were originally shaking found their target and fixed in a certain place.

After winning two rounds in a row, Zhang Jike was full of energy and his movements became more and more swift.

I don't want the opponent to be a slow-heating player, and catch up after a while, quickly narrowing the score difference.

Qin Moyi has watched the complete game process countless times and memorized the scores, but at this moment he is still nervous.

She remembered that Zhang Jike only slept for less than four hours the night before he played this game. Judging from the close-up shots cut on the big screen, he did clearly show "blurred and wise eyes".

Commonly known as sleepy.

Discovering his loophole, Boll of the German team did not miss the opportunity and began to overtake.

The current total score is 1 to 2.

All the fans couldn't help but sweat for Zhang Jike.

The two sides switched sides.

Zhang Jike tried his best to cheer up, spinning the white ball in his hand, his eyes drifted for a moment, and fell on the audience in front of him.

It was too far away and the light was too dim, so he couldn't see the girl's expression at all.

But as long as he did so, it seemed that infinite energy re-gathered into his body, making him stronger.

In just two seconds, Zhang Jike gained his belief.

Concentrating, he tosses the ball, twists his wrist, and delivers another spin that his opponent will never catch.

I can!

you can.

I can win!

You will definitely win.

Grab this opportunity and go to London.

Zhang Jike's eyes were fierce, and the beating became more and more fierce.

In the deciding game, he abruptly knocked Boll into a daze.Suppressing the opponent with a domineering temperament, the faces of the coaches and teammates of the German side turned dark.

A roar erupted, Zhang Jike couldn't restrain his excitement, and jumped three feet high.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the scene, Qin Mo tightly clasped his palms. Soon, he was about to win the first victory for the National Table Tennis Men's Team.

In this life, I will witness all the honors of men with my own eyes.

10 to 6, Zhang Jike is already on match point.

Only one goal away.

Everyone is waiting in full battle, who will the miracle happen to?

Oh--!

Zhang Jike raised his arms, arrogantly showing off his victory to everyone.

Withdrawing his gaze fixed somewhere in the auditorium, he turned around and gave Bohr a high-five, who had lost to him.

With a narrow victory of 3 to 2, Zhang Jike was the first to win the victory for the Chinese team. Zhang Jike was greeted by praise from his teammates and a warm hug from Liu Guoliang.

Immediately afterwards, Malone played against German player Ocharov. This match attracted more attention.

During the waiting session, Qin Mo hurriedly went out to buy water.

Stopping and stopping, she finally found the vending machine, took out the wallet from her backpack, put in two coins, and pressed the button for mineral water.

Pat, clack, Zhang Jike took a breath and stopped.

Fortunately, no one was lost.

Pursing his lips lightly, he approached slowly.

"—Where did you get this photo?"

A man's voice suddenly sounded from behind, Qin Mo paused with one hand, and turned his head.

"elder brother?"

She called out and frowned slightly, "Shouldn't you be sitting on the sidelines now?"

"Ah, I came out to go to the bathroom, and I happened to meet you." Zhang Jike was active, and quickly found an excuse for himself.

But there are obviously toilets specially set up for athletes in the arena.

Qin Mo hooked his lips, but did not expose him.

Bending down to take out her own mineral water from the vending machine, she zipped up her wallet nonchalantly, "My brother's photos are everywhere on the Internet, so I just printed out one that I like and carry it with me, my brother shouldn't mind, right? "

"Of course I don't mind." It was too late for joy.

I haven't seen each other for more than three months, and the relationship between the two is not estranged, but inexplicably harmonious.

Interrupted by her, Zhang Jike forgot to investigate the details, such as the yellowing of the photo, which obviously has a long history, and the little Zhang Jike in that photo looks very strange, even he himself is not quite sure when it was taken, How will it be displayed on the network.

"Is brother thirsty? I invite you."

"No, I have plenty."

"OK then."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, "I haven't congratulated my brother for winning the singles championship before. The match just now was also very beautiful."

Hearing the girl's concern for him, Zhang Jike smiled, "Thank you." With a simple congratulation, he felt all his fatigue dissipate.

Qin Mo raised his foot and was about to return the same way. Seeing this, Zhang Jike naturally followed and stood side by side with the girl. "This time, you flew back immediately after watching the game?"

"Yes." Qin Mo nodded helplessly.

"You're too tired like this." Although Zhang Jike felt distressed, he asked himself, he really couldn't say anything that would have betrayed his sincerity in telling her not to come.

With her here, even if he just glanced at him from a distance, he was satisfied.

"Not tired at all."

Qin Mo raised his head and looked at the big boy who was a head taller than him, with frowned eyes, "As long as I can see my brother, I won't feel tired at all."

"..." Zhang Jike was overwhelmed by the sweetness.

"Today is really lucky. Not only can I see my brother with my own eyes, but I can also chat with him." Qin Moyi didn't restrain himself, and told his true feelings, "I'm so happy."

"I, I am also very happy."

The tips of his ears turned red quietly, Zhang Jike only knew that after he finished saying that sentence, the girl smiled brightly like summer flowers, and he followed the girl all the way in a daze.

They didn't say a word during the rest of the journey, but the atmosphere was so ambiguous that it seemed to be worth a thousand words.

Maintaining that state and escorting the girl back to the arena, Zhang Jike regained his senses in time before causing a commotion, quietly exited the auditorium without attracting attention, and then sneaked back to the side of the court to join the national table tennis team.

Even though he was somewhat embarrassed, he was willing to do so.