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The whistle blows.

Zheng Shan's attack was still fierce, but the opponent's defense was really good. No matter how Zheng Shan played, he could always stop the ball.

"I think your apprentice is dead today."

Fang Ping held a cigarette and said to Wei Hongwei.

Wei Hongwei was so nervous that his face was covered with sweat. He clenched his fists, stared at the field intently, and whispered: "Shanshan is still young, so losing is normal."

He didn't know whether he said this for Zheng Shan or to comfort himself.

Fang Ping rubbed his cigarette out of habit and squinted his eyes slightly to watch what was happening on the field.

After relying on hard work to score three points, Zheng Shan's offense gradually slowed down. It seemed that her fighting spirit was worn away by the opponent, or she may have lost her physical strength.

Wei Hongwei frowned and whispered, "That shouldn't be the case. Shanshan's physical strength should be enough."

Fang Ping couldn't help but frown and muttered: "You're still too young. It's normal to be impatient."

The smooth sawing is like a leisurely exercise, and the audience almost wants to yawn while watching it.

Just when everyone thought that today's game was going to end in a boring and dismal way, Zheng Shan suddenly hit a fast ball, which not only shocked the audience, but also caught the opponent off guard.

"it is good!"

Wei Hongwei jumped up from his stool and clapped vigorously, as excitedly as if Zheng Shan had won.

Fang Ping's eyes lit up and he turned over a page.

Wei Hongwei was happy for a while, then sat back on his chair and became worried again: "But this trick can only be used once."

"Who said that?" Fang Ping replied lazily, "She can always use it."

Wei Hongwei frowned: "What are you talking about? Everyone is already on guard, how can we do it again?"

Fang Ping looked at Wei Hongwei with suspicious eyes: "Are you really her coach?"

Wei Hongwei: "...?"

Fang Ping was obviously too lazy to explain to Wei Hongwei and continued to watch the game.

The scene fell into that weird and harmonious friendly match situation again.

But Zheng Shan's opponent was not easy at all. He was wondering every moment whether Zheng Shan's next counterattack would be a fierce attack.

He also wanted to imitate Zheng Shan's fighting style and make a fierce attack, but he was not good at this. The result was that his full blow was just Zheng Shan's usual rhythm, and she took it easily.

He tried several times, but finally had no choice but to give up, and had to concentrate on when the opponent's next fierce attack would come.

He was so focused and his muscles were tense, always ready to catch the oncoming ball, that he didn't even notice that his physical strength was rapidly declining.

In fact, Zheng Shan herself had not thought about when the next fierce attack would be - before going on the court, Lin Nianhe told her that if she wanted to deceive the opponent, she had to deceive herself first. She felt that if something happened suddenly, the opponent would naturally not May be prepared.

If it was something else, she wouldn't be able to understand what Lin Nianhe said.

But this is table tennis, she knows it very well, and it is willing to listen to her.

Zheng Shan started to play.

When she felt tired, she would hit the ball gently and slowly, and occasionally hit it hard a few times;

She felt sleepy, so she attacked fiercely, and suddenly two more slow ones came.

How she fights depends entirely on how her body wants to fight at that moment.

It was impossible for her to copy the chaotic rhythm herself, let alone her opponent - she couldn't predict it, she couldn't predict it at all.

Halfway through the race, Lin Nianhe glanced at his watch.

Eighteen minutes later, much slower than usual.

But Zheng Shan was in pretty good shape, and the opponent never got any points.

"Brother Yun Cheng, do you think he still has Xu'er?" Lin Nianhe asked. "No more." Su Yuncheng said, "He is almost reaching his limit."

Su Yuncheng has trained countless recruits and knows people's limits very well.

The person in front of him may still have physical strength, but his spirit has obviously reached its limit, and he can hardly hold on anymore.

He really couldn't hold it any longer.

When Zheng Shan's consecutive fast ball attacks suddenly slowed down, he used too much force and twisted his foot.

Because during exercise, inertia caused him to fall hard.

The racket was released and the table tennis ball fell to the ground.

Big beads of sweat hit the ground. The young man was a little confused. He subconsciously wanted to stand up, but found that his legs were trembling slightly and were not under his control at all.

The referee called a timeout, and his family and friends immediately ran forward to help him up. Some people called for a doctor.

Zheng Shan was brought back to her own place by Zhou Laosi, who asked her to sit down and rest for a while. She took the medicine box they prepared and walked to the opposite side.

"Little brother, apply some medicine first." Zhou Laosi handed over the medicine box, "How about? Why don't you go to the hospital first?"

The other party didn't expect that the first person to show concern would be his opponent. He was stunned for a while before he remembered to say thanks: "Thank you, brother."

"It's nothing, it's just a small competition, not a real award." Zhou Laosi smiled and said, "Then take a break. If it doesn't work, see a doctor first, and then set a date to compete again."

After saying that, he returned to his own place.

Lin Nianhe couldn't help but said to him: "It must be the fourth brother who is cunning."

Zhou Laosi replied: "Mr. Lin teaches well."

After a trip to Xiangjiang, Zhou Laosi transformed.

He was a smart man, but he had an epiphany after witnessing and participating in an overt and covert fight in Xiangjiang at close range.

Sure enough, the referee came after a while and told them that the opponent had given up and the champion was Zheng Shan.

Zheng Shan was still drinking water and preparing to continue playing for a while. Suddenly she won the championship, and the little girl was completely stunned.

She blinked, looked at the referee blankly, and said seriously: "But the fight is not over yet."

The referee was sweating profusely, thinking of what Wei Hongwei had just said to him, and repeated: "Yes, but your opponent is injured. Based on your current score, you win."

Zheng Shan was stunned for a while and accepted the reason.

Not far away, Wei Hongwei said to Fang Ping in a very arrogant tone: "Look, who knows who's apprentice? If I don't let him say this, Shanshan will definitely not agree to end the game!"

Fang Ping glanced at him and hit the point: "Then do you understand how your apprentice won?"

Wei Hongwei: "..."

Fang Ping stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said insultingly: "You taught her the skills of playing, but the one who taught her tactics is the master."

Wei Hongwei: "..."

The slightly rough award ceremony was held directly after the game. Surprisingly, the opponents did not leave in a hurry, and even applauded and cheered for Zheng Shan.

On August 1978, 8, Zheng Shan won her first gold medal in her life.

Her coach, Comrade Wei Hongwei, cried with joy and kept saying, "This is my student."

Then he watched helplessly as his student trotted up to Lin Nianhe and hung the gold medal around her neck.

"Sister Hehe, here you go."

Zheng Shan said.

"We agreed that."

Her eyes were extraordinarily bright, no longer as empty and dull as they were back then. (End of chapter)