Ping Pong Life

Chapter 26
Luo Zhihong stopped talking, because Wang Chao served the ball in the middle of the court, and the game continued.

Wang Chao also sent two short backspins, which were also lukewarm and well-regulated. After some entanglement, the two again scored a point each and tied 2:2.

"What the hell is this kid doing?" Zhao Fuqiang frowned: "Is it clumsy? What's the point?"

He didn't know Wang Chao's true origin, so he couldn't understand Wang Chao's state of mind at this time.

There was no table tennis armor in the table tennis world in the previous life, and even the table tennis super was very difficult, so the table tennis players in the previous life generally had a very hard life. First of all, they had to face countless competitors, and secondly, they were very likely to face unemployment. status quo.

Unless you enter the national team, play international competitions, and win glory for the motherland, otherwise, even the main force of the provincial team still often needs to consider how to make money.

All the players only have basic salaries and subsidies, and other bonuses are very meager. They are obviously the most hard-working group of players in the world, but their income is only one tenth or one percent of that of football players.

So some people choose to change their nationality and go abroad to play, some people choose to change careers, and some people give up their dreams and become teachers, go to the ballpark, become anchors, and start side jobs.

In Wang Chao's view, being born in China, choosing to play table tennis is actually a very hard work.

Therefore, knowing that Gao Ming will definitely develop into table tennis, he doesn't want to hurt Gao Ming's confidence, but hopes to let Gao Ming retain his confidence and leave the base.

So he didn't act harshly, so as not to damage the foundation of Gao Ming.

As expected, Gao Ming played with full confidence. He felt that the opponent was nothing more than that, and he felt that he only needed to work a little harder to win today's game and continue to stay in the main team.

As a result, the game was very stalemate, the scores of the two sides rose alternately, neither of them easily launched, basically it was all dragging, and there were not many hearty offenses from the beginning to the end.

11:7 in the first game, Wang Chao won.

At 8:11 in the second game, Wang Chao lost.

The third game was 11:6, and the fourth game was 11:9. Wang Chao won two games in a row.

Afterwards, Gao Ming pulled back a round with 11:8 and scored a big score of 3:2.

The sixth game went very quickly, and it ended with a disparity of 11:3, because Wang Chao felt that the water was almost released, and acting was really tiring, more tiring than playing seriously, and he was too lazy to pretend down.

So he finally spent 10 minutes to "difficultly" defeat the bottom player of the main team, Gao Ming.

After playing a game, Wang Chao was a little tired. He ate a banana, and didn't bother to watch the next game. He walked past two tables, found an open space, lay down, and closed his eyes for a nap.

There was a commotion in the distance, because the game between Jiangshan and Li Fang had started, and someone could be heard complaining faintly, "Finally there is a good game".

Wang Chao lay there for a few minutes, the light above his head suddenly dimmed, but someone squatted down beside him, extended a hand to shake him, and said, "Congratulations, buddy."

Wang Chao took a closer look at the face above his head, it turned out to be his opponent Gao Ming just now.

"Don't you blame me?" Wang Chao asked.

"Skills are not as good as others, what's so strange?" The anxiety between Gao Ming's brows has disappeared, although his expression is a little regretful, but he is much calmer: "Well, to be honest, I am a little upset, after all, I feel that you are worse than me Not much."

He paused, and said with a smile: "And you are so tired after the fight, but I am still alive and well, which makes me feel that you can't even count as defeating me."

Wang Chao sat up from the ground and asked, "Are you leaving the team?"

Gao Ming was a little surprised, but he didn't hide it. He said, "I'm getting old, and I don't have much time to wait. If I were in the home team, the quality of training would be higher, and my skills might be improved, so I attach great importance to today's game... But now that I've lost, it doesn't make much sense for me to stay, so I might as well play table tennis for a few years while I can still play, and save some money."

Wang Chao smiled and said, "Then I wish you more money."

Gao Ming said seriously, "Wang Chao, I didn't come here to hear your blessings. I just wanted to tell you that you have problems with your golf."

Wang Chao was taken aback.

"You want to be steady, it's not good. Back then I wanted to win and was afraid of losing, so I kept trying to be steady, but when I was steady, I didn't dare to fight anymore. After playing for so many years, I didn't make any progress at all...Brother, you You are still young, don’t be afraid, fight hard!”

Wang Chao was a little surprised.

In fact, in his eyes, a player like Gao Ming couldn't be more mediocre.

He deliberately let the water go, and it was only out of a little compassion for his colleagues, not too much kindness.

But Gao Ming came here to warn him, which made him feel that his painstaking efforts were not in vain.

"Going to table tennis, you have to play well." Wang Chao felt that this friend is good, and his tone became sincere: "Let's leave a contact information, when the time comes for your first table tennis game, remember to inform me, I will go to the scene Cheer you up."

Gao Ming left soon. He planned to withdraw from the team today and leave tomorrow, so he didn't bother to watch the next game.

Wang Chao lay down lazily again.

It wasn't that he didn't care about his teammates, but that there was nothing interesting about this level of competition. After he knew about the relegation match, he paid special attention to the bottom players in the main team. He was convinced that Li Fang was not Jiangshan's opponent.

It's better to listen to the cheers and admiration in the distance, while quietly thinking about something.

It's just that this tranquility was soon broken again.

The sight above his head went dark again.

A rather flamboyant voice suddenly grinned on the side of the head and said, "Are you Wang Chao?"

Wang Chao opened his eyes suddenly, and saw an unfamiliar face.

"Let's play a game?" This face sat down next to Wang Chao self-consciously: "You can be regarded as a member of our home team now, but you played really badly, lowering our average level, I have to give you Supplementary lessons."

Wang Chao didn't bother to talk to him, and closed his eyes again.

"Hey, you don't like to hear it. Do you know where Gao Ming was in the team's big round last week?" The man said again: "Let me tell you, not only is he the last one, but he didn't win a game. , a total of sixteen people, he lost fifteen games, just like this guy, you still fight so hard."

Wang Chao frowned slightly.

Sure enough, life is full of rivers and lakes, there are warm-hearted people like Jiang Shan and Gao Ming, and there are also bedbugs like the one in front of you, and as soon as you open your mouth, a bad smell hits your face.

"It's not enough to play Gao Ming with his hands? Anyway, he is timid and dare not make a move when he sees an opportunity. Do you know how I played him in the game the day before yesterday?"

"I just exchanged all kinds of serves. No matter what I serve, he only dared to swing it short."

"Later I made all kinds of fake moves. As soon as I frightened him, he backed away, thinking that I was going to attack, but I just flicked the ball lightly..."

"That guy was mobilized by me to run all over the field, and even fell down. It's interesting."

"Oh, by the way, I heard that guy is contacting the table tennis team for trial training, but who wants his level? Hahahaha."

"He went to trial training last year, but he walked down a circle, no team wanted him, and finally returned to the base obediently."

"This time, I think he's going to lose his job."

"Wang Chao, your style is quite similar to Gao Ming's. Tell me, if I give you a kid's ball, would you dare to take it?"

"Try it."

"Come on, come on, you won't get pregnant after playing a round."

"Are you so useless? Are you too tired to stand up after playing a game?"

Wang Chao couldn't take it anymore.

Since time travel, he often fell into a trance, unable to tell whether he was 40 years old or not. Many times he would inexplicably enter an "elderly" perspective. Looking at these players in the base was like looking at a group of children, but Sometimes, he will suddenly realize that he is actually talented, younger than many of the team members.

When this person first started to have a bad mouth, he didn't really take it to heart, because it's really normal to be young and frivolous, and the soul of a middle-aged person has already learned to be tolerant.

But this person has been talking about being clever, but it makes him a little bit embarrassed.

This isn't being young and frivolous, it's a brat who lacks discipline...

He sat up from the ground and said: "If you want to fight, you should play regularly. Seven rounds of four wins. Until the end of the fight, you are not allowed to rest or admit defeat. Whoever fouls is a pig. Come or not?"

(End of this chapter)