Ping Pong Life

Chapter 16 Parallel imports?

It was already eight o'clock at this time, and the number of people in the arena gradually increased. Someone soon discovered the situation here and ran over to watch the excitement. Several coaches did not stop them, allowing the players to whisper outside the stadium.

"Do you think he can pass the trial training?" Tian Qi asked Li Zhenguo with his head turned.

"Physical strength is worse than I imagined, and it should not meet Wang Zhi's standard." Li Zhenguo said ambiguously: "But since we are here, it depends on the actual combat in the end."

Tian Qi secretly despised this old fox, thought for a while and said: "Then who do you think is better, Zhao Ge or Li Mu?"

The voice was a bit loud, and Zhao Fuqiang on the other side heard it, and he interrupted directly: "Of course Zhao Ge is very powerful."

Li Zhenguo stared at him immediately: "Li Mu's ranking is higher than Zhao Ge's in this big cycle."

Zhao Fuqiang snorted: "The Mingyue Pavilion is too noisy, which affects the player's state, and the results are naturally inaccurate."

Li Zhenguo naturally disagreed: "Could it be that Li Mu is not affected? Don't forget, it will be even more noisy when the game is actually played."

The provocation was successful, Tian Qi closed his mouth with a smile.

This time, the battle for promotion and relegation places, from yesterday to today, in just one day, the situation has changed many times.

Tian Zhengguang, who was originally the most hopeful, is completely dead. The head coach Wang Bin has made it clear that he is not allowed to participate.

Then Wang Bin asked them to invite Wang Chao, and the meaning was obvious: if Wang Chao was really that good, then the last spot would be Wang Chao's.

So, is Wang Chao really that good?
The three coaches still have discernment. They went back yesterday, found the video on the Internet and watched it carefully several times. After analysis, they all agreed that Wang Chao's strength should be higher than Tian Zhengguang's.

That is to say, the third place belongs to Wang Chao.

Originally, the three coaches had already given up, because none of them could get it, so they were calm. When they went to Wang Chao’s house to invite someone yesterday, all three of them were very polite. I decided that Wang Chao would definitely join the team, so I wanted to build a good relationship with Wang Chao.

But what they didn't expect was that this Wang Chao was actually useless...

A basic back and forth run almost failed to meet the standard, and now he was panting badly, and Wang Zhi's face over there was not very good-looking.

If Wang Chao fails the trial training, then this situation will be interesting, and it will turn into a dispute between Zhao Ge and Li Mu...

Whoever loses the fight will have to wait another year...

It is also because of this that the two coaches still refused to give an inch, knowing that someone was fighting.

On the court, Wang Chao is already testing the second "strength".

His arm was wrapped with a very elastic rubber band, and the rubber band was tightened, and then he swung the racket in the air. Naturally, an instrument would record his strength at this time.

The result is also not good...

Wang Chao's strength didn't even reach the minimum standard set by the training base. What's more, when he swung his racket for the seventh time, Wang Chao even staggered because of too much force, and could hardly control his body balance, and fell on the ground. Land, it can be said that there was a big ugliness.

By this time, the voices of the players off the court could no longer be suppressed.

These people had all seen Wang Chao's ball at the Mingyue Pavilion that day, and witnessed him defeating Tian Zhengguang with their own eyes.

But that doesn't mean they're convinced.

On the one hand, it's because young people are arrogant, and on the other hand, it's because of table tennis, you can't tell much just by looking at it. If you want to know whether a person is strong or not, you have to play it.

"Tian Zhengguang didn't fight seriously that day."

"It's not a big deal to beat Tian Zhengguang once in a while, right? I can do it too."

Similar to this mentality, almost everyone has.

So at this moment, low laughter can already be heard.

Wang Bin's complexion was already ugly.

Of course he knows that the physical test is not equal to actual combat, but he also knows that if the physical test is too bad, then the actual combat will definitely not be much better.

This is common sense!

If you can't keep up with the opponent's speed and pull the opponent's attack, then no matter how many skills you have, how can you use them?
In a sense, playing table tennis is just like practicing martial arts, and physical fitness represents a person's "internal strength".

"Next is the ball touch event. Let's test your continuous offensive ability first." Wang Bin's tone was still calm.

He actually planned to return the product, but on the surface, he wanted to finish the test.

But Wang Chao shook his head at this moment: "Coach, I can't do it anymore, I need to rest for 10 minutes."

Wang Bin was a little impatient, but his good self-cultivation made him nod after a short pause, and finally reminded: "Actually, you can't rest during the trial training, which itself is a test of endurance. Points will be deducted for your application for rest."

"It doesn't matter." Wang Chao smiled, looking extremely tired: "I've come here, I have to try everything."

These words were very interesting, as if he already knew that he had failed the trial training, Wang Bin couldn't help but take a deep look at him.

Okay, the child has self-knowledge, so let him give up.

Then someone pushed over a multi-ball table tennis basket for training, which was filled with balls, probably hundreds of them by visual inspection.

"Let's hit a hundred balls first."

After Wang Bin finished speaking, he paused, and added meaningfully: "In our usual internal training, we have to finish a basket of 500 at a time."

Wang Chao smiled and didn't talk much.

This time, head coach Wang Bin made the move himself.

He stood on one side of the table and kept taking out small balls from the basket to serve them at an extremely fast speed, while Wang Chao stood on the other side and kept swinging his racket, trying to hit every serve.

It's not just to call casually, but to call with quality while ensuring the success rate.

The posture should be standard.

The ball needs to be fast.

The placement should be precise.

The spin is stronger.

The higher the quality of the shot, the higher the test score.

One hundred balls were played in just 2 minutes, and Wang Chao was out of breath again, and the low laughter of the players outside the court had turned into laughter.

I can't hold back anymore!

They watched helplessly, this guy who came to the trial training missed more than 30 of the 60.00 balls, and his appearance rate was just over [-]%.

As for the quality of offense, it can be described as horrible.

too soft.

too slow.

This is the guy who beat Brother Tian violently that afternoon?

It turned out to be a parallel import...

Wang Bin sighed, he was already a bit out of control, he sighed in his heart, he was too whimsical, actually planning to find some peerless genius from the people.

"Sure enough, I still think too much..."

Wang Chao's expression was still calm. He took advantage of this spare time to sit on the stool next to him panting for breath, and took a couple of sips of water, but he still felt exhausted and unable to recover.

After all, this body is still too weak. It has not been seriously exercised in the past ten years, and it is all supported by youth. It has no effect in daily life, but in the field of professional sports, it is still not enough.

However, he didn't panic.

"Are you still testing?" Wang Bin asked him.

"You don't need to test your stamina. Look at me, do you think I can still run?"

Wang Chao readily admitted his problem, and then said: "However, I still want to try actual combat."

Before Wang Bin could say this, some players shouted from the sidelines: "Coach, I'm coming!"

The other players followed suit and started calling.

"Get out, let me do it!"

"I'll come, I'll come. I wanted to fight him that day in the arena. I finally got a chance today. Don't grab me."

Someone even showed a bright smile at Wang Chao: "Brother, I feel kind to you when I see you. We fight, will we hit?"

Wang Chao smiled and remained silent.

Although he felt contempt from the enthusiastic responses of these people, his mature mind kept his mentality unaffected.

What's more, who said that he is really a soft persimmon?

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(End of this chapter)