Table tennis: Swinging the racket billions of times, achieving a grand slam

Chapter 39 [039] The coach is missing?

After dinner, I returned to the dormitory.

As soon as I entered the house.

Zhang Jiahao threw his backpack to the ground, rushed into the bathroom at lightning speed and locked the door.

soon.

The sound of water splashing and Zhang Jiahao's joyful humming could be heard from the bathroom.

“Hi swish, hi swish, hi swish~Oh oh…”

Sometimes, Chen Jin also admired Zhang Jiahao very much, as he could even hum a few lines of this old and magical song that had long been buried in the grave.

In Zhang Jiahao's tone-deaf singing.

Chen Jin packed his clothes and waited for Zhang Jiahao to come out of the bathroom.

however.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the boy's singing was still loud and clear.

Chen Jin was getting a little impatient.

The key point is, if you want to wash it, can you please stop talking?
"Usually, I only take four or five minutes to take a shower. Why is it taking so long today?"

Chen Jin stepped forward and banged on the door. "What the hell are you doing in the bathroom?"

"Don't rush, don't rush, it's almost there."

Zhang Jiahao was rubbing his armpits vigorously, and he chuckled, "This is the first time in my life that I'm wearing the national team's uniform, I have to take a good shower."

"Have you finished your cleansing?"

"almost."

A few minutes passed like this.

Zhang Jiahao's voice came from the bathroom again: "Brother Jin, help me get a cannon."

"Where?"

"My room, the suitcase is stuffed in the grid."

“…I didn’t find it.”

"No way?"

"Really? If you don't believe me, come out and look for it yourself."

"Shit, did you forget to bring it?"

"Why not put it in neutral?"

"We have a match in the afternoon, and it will affect our performance if we shake it."

Zhang Jiahao thought for a moment and said, "Brother Jin, do you have any extra ones? Lend me one."

"Yes, there is, but..."

Chen Jin opened the suitcase and searched for a while. "All of them have been worn. There is nothing new."

"It's ok."

Zhang Jiahao didn't mind at all, "Brother Jin and I are like father and son, so what's wrong with wearing the same pair of pants?"

Chen Jin smiled.

In fact, he had bought a few new ones and was just teasing Zhang Jiahao on purpose.

"As long as you don't mind it."

Chen Jin picked up one at random, "Open the door and check the water meter."

crunch--

The door opened slightly.

Zhang Jiahao reached out and took the pants: "Brother Jin, your last physical examination should not have revealed any strange diseases."

"What the hell..."

Without waiting for Chen Jin to kick him.

With a bang, Zhang Jiahao had already closed the door and locked it tightly.

Two or three minutes later.

The bathroom door opened again.

A wave of heat swept out.

Zhang Jiahao, wearing only a pair of plaid shorts, walked out.

While wiping his wet hair, he muttered, "Brother Jin, your taste in buying cannons is a bit saucy."

"Are you as flirtatious as me?"

Chen Jin rolled his eyes.

"hey-hey."

Zhang Jiahao smiled evilly, "My clothes are a bit loose, I doubt whether you can hold them, Brother Jin?"

"Sorry, I just fit, even a little tight."

"Really? I don't believe it, unless..."

"Get lost, you old glass!"

Chen Jin took the clothes and went into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, wash it off.

But Zhang Jiahao had already blow-dried his hair, but had not yet changed his clothes.

He stood in front of the bed, holding the jersey in his hands, stunned, with tears in his eyes.

"Mischief?"

Chen Jin frowned.

"Bah, you are possessed."

Zhang Jiahao said solemnly, "With this national team uniform, from now on, I will be righteous and invulnerable to all evil."

"Wearing the national team uniform, fighting for the country, and bringing honor to the family."

talking.

With trembling hands, he spread the jersey neatly on Chen Jin's bed.

He put his palms together with a solemn expression, and then bowed three times.

"Junior Zhang Jiahao, I sincerely pray to all the heroic spirits of table tennis champions, please help me defeat Xie Mingyang and Ding Xiaowei in this selection competition and win the runner-up."

After saying this, Zhang Jiahao stretched out his hand and grabbed something in the air, then threw it towards the jersey.

This happened several times.

Chen Jin: "..."

Win the runner-up?

I dare say that the heroic spirit who responded to you is the current head coach of our national table tennis men's team?

Chen Jin complained in his heart.

"Bah!"

Zhang Jiahao suddenly shouted, "Taishang Laojun, hurry up and obey the order."

After a series of metaphysical operations, he was finally satisfied and put on the jersey.

Chen Jin is no longer surprised by this.

only.

I saw Zhang Jiahao making faces and posing in front of the mirror.

Chen Jin couldn't help himself, so he cursed softly: "Show off."

I lay in bed and dozed off for less than half an hour.

I immediately felt refreshed.

I looked at the time and it was just one o'clock.

The two packed up and went out, rushing to the venue.

As soon as I stepped into the venue, I saw someone carrying a camera.

"Fuck, it's really a C platform."

Zhang Jiahao excitedly grabbed Chen Jin's arm and shook it vigorously, "Mom, I'm going to be on TV."

"Calm down."

Chen Jin looked around.

Liu Guoliang, Li Suo, Wang Hao, Ma Lin, Wang Liqin and others had all arrived at the scene.

Some crossed their arms, some put their hands in their trouser pockets, chatted and laughed, waiting for the interview with Channel C.

Xie Mingyang and Ding Xiaowei have also arrived at the venue.

Training with their teammates.

"Don't say you are early, there are others who are even earlier than you."

Zhang Jiahao suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, "Brother Jin, we are a step late again."

"Have they finished the interview?"

Chen Jin glanced at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense and practice."

After finding a table, putting down their backpacks, and stretching to warm up, the two began practicing against each other.

Just as the two of them were immersed in a backhand fight.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Jiahao caught a glimpse of the cameraman carrying a camera and pointing it at him, seemingly filming him.

His body tensed up instantly, and his originally expressionless face grinned, forcing a smile.

soon.

The cameraman walked away.

"Whoo~"

Zhang Jiahao finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to Chen Jin, "Brother Jin, what do you think of my smile just now? Was it handsome?"

"Have you ever seen a fake-smile boy smile?"

"Seen."

"The smile you just had was similar to his."

"Ah? Isn't that the end?"

Zhang Jiahao had a sad face, "Isn't it possible that someone will make me into a funny emoticon?"

"Most likely."

"..."

Cameraman, can you please cut this part of my video and not broadcast it?
Zhang Jiahao was in tears.

One mistake and the ball flew out of bounds.

Taking the opportunity to pick up the ball, Chen Jin glanced at the training ground of Xie Mingyang and Ding Xiaowei and couldn't help but frowned.

"I didn't see Coach Zhang during lunch."

Chen Jin asked, "Where is Coach Zhang?"

"I just finished playing a match with Xie Mingyang this morning. After I lost, he left in a hurry."

Zhang Jiahao smiled bitterly, "He said he had something to do and had to go out for a while, but I guess Coach Zhang was really upset by my three losses to Xie Mingyang."

"Breaking defense?"

Of course Chen Jin didn't believe it.

Although Coach Zhang is only the coach of the provincial team, he has also been through many ups and downs, so how could he be broken down by a temporary victory or defeat?

I guess he encountered something important, so he left.

"Where's Coach Wu?"

Chen Jin suddenly thought, "I didn't see Coach Wu at noon either."

"Yeah, both coaches are gone."

Coach Zhang's eyes widened and he blurted out, "Fuck, are they having an affair..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Then I heard Coach Zhang's voice coming from not far away: "Why are you two not practicing well? What are you two mumbling about?"

(End of this chapter)