Ping Pong Life

Chapter 32
In the early morning of the next day, sixteen players stood neatly on the court at the Jiangcheng training base, waiting for the coaches to announce the new training plan.

Among them were the two brothers Xiao Ping and Xiao Jian standing beside Wang Chao.

The two brothers have soft personalities and are not very old. One is 15 years old and the other is 16 years old. They joined the team together two months ago, and then under Luo Zhihong's "swindle and abduction", they agreed to be a training partner for Wuli.

Then the brothers broke down three times in one month.

Today, they are in a good mood, but from time to time they look at Wang Chao beside them.

Both of them were frightened. They called the coaches one by one yesterday, and they didn't feel at ease until they were sure that they would not be needed to practice with them.

But at the same time, I also know that the new sparring partner was appointed by the head coach as rookie Wang Chao.

In fact, many people knew the news, such as Li Shaoqin, who was standing at the other end of the line, was full of schadenfreude.

"Aren't you a cow? Don't you have a lot of tricks? What's the use of eggs?"

"Who told you to put water on purpose, you played like shit in that game with Gao Ming."

"I didn't expect that, boy, you'll be the training partner of Crazy Ball soon!"

"You're about to learn what real cruelty is!"

The coaches were still whispering, as if discussing something, and seemed to be arguing a bit fiercely, so the players were all worried and started whispering.

"Hey, brother Chao." Xiao Ping whispered: "At noon, our brothers treat you to dinner."

Wang Chao was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because..." Xiao Ping was a little hard to say, and his younger brother Xiao Jian said, "Don't worry about it, anyway, we both have to thank you. Go to the Lehua Restaurant at the entrance of the base and order whatever you want. Today's consumption budget No upper limit."

Wang Chao was at a loss, but in front of the food, his body responded honestly: "Okay, thank you."

The coaches finally reached a consensus at this moment.

Several coaches in charge of daily training backed away. The head coach Luo Zhihong walked to the front of the team and swept his eyes over the faces of the players. After scanning three or four times, he finally landed on Jiang Shan with difficulty: "Jiang Shan."

"Here!" Jiang Shan said in high spirits.

"You're going to accompany me in the military training this week." Luo Zhihong bit the bullet and said.

Jiang Shan suddenly opened his eyes.

Luo Zhihong patted him on the shoulder, and said in a rare gentle tone: "Play hard, practice hard, I have confidence in you."

"No, why..." Jiang Shan wanted to speak eagerly.

"Trust me." Luo Zhihong looked at him deeply: "You are very suitable."

Jiang Shan refused to admit his fate, he said loudly: "Head coach, I think..."

"I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it." Luo Zhihong's hand on his shoulder suddenly strengthened, squeezing Jiang Shan's teeth: "I said you can do it, you can do it!"

Jiang Shan still wanted to resist, but he was finally frightened when he saw that the eyes of the head coach were full of stern warnings.

Everyone in Li Shaoqin was stupid.

This is different from what I imagined...

The news from other coaches yesterday is not like this...

Did something unknown happen?

He couldn't accept such a fact, so he mustered up the courage to say: "Luo Zhi, I think..."

"do you have any opinion???"

Luo Zhihong's voice suddenly rose, and her eyes were firmly fixed on Li Shaoqin, so frightened that Li Shaoqin retracted the second half of his sentence, and quickly realized that he was careless.

"How can I stand out at a time like this? What if Luo Zhi suddenly changes his mind and asks me to be a training partner for that lunatic?"

Luo Zhihong did not do such a wicked thing.

He just did something worse...

"I was just talking about you, Li Shaoqin." Luo Zhihong showed a kind smile: "I heard that you had a friendly exchange with the newcomers on behalf of the old players yesterday. This is a good thing. We treat the new players with warmth like spring." .”

Li Shaoqin faintly felt that something was wrong.

He is an old man in the team and knows the head coach too well.

When the head coach is smiling, he must be plotting against someone.

Luo Zhihong continued: "Since you have become friends, you can train with Wang Chao this week."

The pronunciation of the word "accompany" is very heavy.

Leaders always speak in a subtle way, and the true meaning needs to be figured out by themselves.

……

Li Shaoqin didn't resist, he accepted his fate.

Even Jiangshan can be sacrificed, so what is Li Shaoqin?
So 10 minutes later, everyone made arrangements, Luo Zhihong exited, and the court was divided. Li Shaoqin and Wang Chao came to the same table, and there was a coach who was eyeing him.

This is to prevent someone from training negatively because they are disgruntled.

"Come on." Li Shaoqin sighed and waved to Wang Chao: "What do you want to practice, I will accompany you."

He thought that Wang Chao would continue to humiliate himself with all kinds of coquettish routines.

But it doesn't.

Throughout the morning, Wang Chao played very simply, and he has been doing multi-ball practice.

There was a multi-ball basket next to Li Shaoqin, with [-] balls in each basket, and they were sent out one by one, and Wang Chao picked them up one by one to practice landing, connection, speed, and physical strength without any tricks.

An hour later, Wang Chao was drenched in sweat. He signaled Li Shaoqin to take a rest first, and then sat on the stool next to him, gasping for breath.

Li Shaoqin was a little confused, walked over slowly, sat down beside him, and said, "What exactly do you want?"

Wang Chao gave him a strange look: "Of course it's practice."

Li Shaoqin blinked, feeling that this answer was not what he wanted, but if he asked again, he didn't know what to ask.

So 10 minutes later, he continued to practice, continued to take more shots, took a rest when he was tired, and continued to practice after a rest. After a morning, Wang Chao was dry and wet, wet and dry, and drank five bottles of water alone.

Li Shaoqin didn't even sweat much, because for him, this kind of sparring was too easy, even a little unreal.

When the lunch break came, Wang Chao even said "thank you" to him before leaving.

Li Shaoqin stayed for a long time, and suddenly laughed at himself.

Am I being self-indulgent?

They are here to practice, so how can they have time to vent their anger on themselves?
……

The cafeteria at noon is bustling and lively.

Jiangshan was out of the ordinary today. The dinner plate was filled with oily twice-cooked pork and bright red spicy chicken, plus a big lump of white rice, and a large piece of white chocolate next to it. At first glance, they were all natural enemies of weight loss.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Chao touched his forehead: "Are you stimulated?"

"Well, I was stimulated!" Jiang Shan nodded viciously, his eyes were a little red, shining with a bloodthirsty light: "I must eat and drink enough, build up my strength, and kill that dog this afternoon!"

Wang Chao couldn't help laughing: "Are you anxious by force?"

"He is worthy too?" Jiang Shan's voice suddenly became louder, and then realized that this is a cafeteria, the tone quickly dropped, and said in a low voice: "I just don't want to be as knowledgeable as him."

Wang Chao smiled without saying a word.

He has heard of Wu Li.

This person is the well-deserved number one player in the Jiangcheng training base. It is said that several coaches of the provincial team are very optimistic about him, and the biggest characteristic of this person's playing is that he is ruthless.

Those who can be killed with one blow will never be hit with a second blow.

If you can win the ball, you will never admit defeat.

Every ball is picked carefully and carefully calculated. Even if you practice the ball in normal times, you will never be careless in the slightest.

It is said that he takes pictures of his practice every day, and when he goes back at night, he will watch them over and over again to see what went wrong with those balls he lost, and then repeat and correct them over and over again the next day.

This is a delicate, demanding, rigorous to almost paranoid guy.

The most frightening thing is that he still has the most powerful physical strength. It is said that he can go back to the official competition directly after running a marathon without taking a break.

Legend has it that he broke two rackets and three pairs of shoes in two years, and never returned home.

That's why he got the title of "Ball Crazy".

(End of this chapter)