Ping Pong Life

Chapter 41 Pride and Prejudice

On the second day after the assessment, the entire base was filled with a relaxed atmosphere.

Wang Chao lazily jogged around the table where Jiangshan practiced. While watching the ball, he moved his stiff body slightly.

He didn't have a training task today, and Li Shaoqin didn't know where he went.

At about nine o'clock, Wang Chao received a temporary notice: Luo Zhihong is invited.

"It's not me looking for you, it's Jiang Long, coach of the provincial team, looking for you."

In the office, Luo Zhihong closed the door, pulled Wang Chao and whispered: "Coach Jiang Long is here to make a special move. Once he is spotted by him, he will have the opportunity to go to the training base of our Hubei Provincial Team this winter for a two-year training session. Zhou's closed special training, if he performs well in the special training, it is more likely that he will directly get a direct spot to enter the provincial team before the relegation match in July next year."

He babbled a lot, and finally said: "In short, you must be more modest and polite later on, and you can't be as indifferent as when you talked to me. Coach Jiang Long is different from me. , he values ​​rules very much, don't violate his taboo."

Wang Chao nodded in response, and soon entered another office, and saw the majestic middle-aged man he had seen several times in the stadium.

"Come here?" Jiang Long was really serious, sitting behind the big desk, posing as a leader receiving his subordinates, only nodded slightly to Wang Chao, and said briefly: "Sit."

Wang Chao sat down on the sofa next to him. Although he didn't lie back on all fours, he didn't sit on half of his buttocks cautiously. He gave Jiang Long the normal respect, and said proactively, "You have something to do with me?"

Jiang Long didn't say a word, his eyes fell on the laptop LCD screen in front of him, and he was engrossed in watching it.

From Wang Chao's point of view, although he could only see the hard shell on the back of the notebook, he could still hear the video of his battle with force yesterday from the sound coming from the screen.

Jiang Long didn't say a word, and he didn't say a word. Before he knew it, five minutes passed. After finishing a game, Jiang Long paused the video, looked at Wang Chao, frowned slightly, and said, "I heard that you were originally High school students taking the exam this year?"

Wang Chao let out a "hmm".

"Folk athletes have many hidden dangers, their foundation is not solid, and they are too old. Of course, this is not a problem. As long as you are obedient in the future, train hard, build a solid foundation again, and practice standard posture, you will have a future."

Jiang Long was very reserved, paused, and asked again: "How are your grades?"

Wang Chao didn't hide anything, and said: "The last test, I estimated [-] points."

"Oh..." Jiang Long's voice was meaningful, and he looked at Wang Chao with a little more arrogance, and said with a smile: "Then, that is to say, you can't go through the road of studying, and you chose table tennis. The second way out, right?"

Wang Chao didn't say anything.

He knew that Jiang Long shouldn't have any malicious intentions, but what was going on with this tone of voice that seemed to be holding his own?

"Then you have to be even more careful. Those folk games and vain methods in the past should be discarded and changed. Professional players can't tolerate those messy things."

Jiang Long thought for a while, and said casually: "For example, your ball... yes, that's it... the posture is too ugly, and the force is not scientific. Don't use it anymore, otherwise I will be ashamed to tell others that you are me. Recommended."

Wang Chao glanced at the screen that was turned by Jiang Long, and what he saw was his ugly abduction.

From Jiang Long's point of view, he treated Wang Chao very favorably. In the past ten years, he had recommended only good seedlings from sports schools. This was the first time he had decided to recommend a great folk god.

In this sentence, he made it clear that he wanted to recommend Wang Chao for special training. How much kindness should this be?
Next, the other party should stand up and thank you as a matter of course. This is the rule.

If you can go to the base hotel to visit yourself at night and mention some "souvenirs", then you will know more about the rules.

Coaches and players, like teachers and students, respect teachers, which is a matter of course.

But what he didn't expect was that Wang Chao not only didn't stand up, but also showed some suspicion, and asked, "This ball...how is it unscientific to exert force?"

Jiang Long froze for a moment, then frowned, and said, "Wang Chao, you have no professional training, and you don't understand many basic theories. Is it time for you to ask this kind of question? You should be humble and obedient. Just be obedient, I am a provincial coach, can I still lie to you?"

Wang Chao still didn't obey, he was silent for a few seconds, and said: "Why don't you find a table, I'll demonstrate it again, and you can take a look?"

"Wang Chao!" Jiang Long's anger rose for no reason in a very short period of time: "Do you understand or I understand?"

Wang Chao was speechless.

In fact, table tennis coaches generally have a bad temper.

This is because the table tennis field, like any other field, has industry cognitive barriers.When these coaches chat with laymen, they often speak so dryly that they can't understand it, and they will throw out a bunch of nonsense to refute, which will make you angry and blood pressure rise.

It is also the legendary "Bronze teaches the king to play games".

Over time, the tempers of the coaches also grew. Knowing that many theories are unreasonable to laymen, they simply stopped talking. Once someone took the initiative to provoke the topic, he would scold them head-on and cover their faces, directly suppressing people with their status.

Those who do sports, there are not many gentle and refined ones, because the players are hot-blooded and mischievous. If you are not fierce, you will not be able to restrain the group of hairy monkeys.

But all of this comes with a premise: You have to be right to lose your temper.

Jiang Long happened to have a problem with this.

He said that crutches are unscientific, but in fact, in another world, crutches are already a recognized technology all over the world. Although the movements are indeed a bit ugly, they can't stand the usefulness of others.

What's more, Jiang Long never dreamed that the boy he was facing had the soul of a world-class coach hidden in his body.

How could Wang Chao be intimidated by a coach of Jiang Long's level?
The office became quiet, and the atmosphere was a bit oppressive. Jiang Long leaned back and hid himself behind the big desk, only a deep voice came out: "Young contestants, if you are so unwilling to listen to persuasion, then this recommended quota , I’m going to think about it again.”

Wang Chao was still very calm and did not show any disrespect. He stood up, bowed slightly, and said, "Anyway, as a professional player, I am very grateful for your attention and hope to get this opportunity."

There was a muffled hum from behind the desk, and then Jiang Long waved his hand weakly and said, "You go out first... Oh, call Jiang Shan for me."

Wang Chao went out, turned around and went to Luo Zhihong's office, first entrusted Luo Zhihong to help inform Jiang Shan, and then recounted the conversation between himself and Jiang Long in detail.

Luo Zhihong was depressed.

"Didn't I tell you to be more humble? Why didn't you listen? He has a good face, you just follow his advice." Luo Zhihong sighed: "Do you know that he is not the only one in charge of the provincial team?" The coaches at the grassroots level also have a limited number of places in his hands. Each team can only recommend two people at most, one is already occupied by force, and the other... the other..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but Wang Chao understood it.

For the other spot, Luo Zhihong must have recommended herself, but she messed up, and Jiang Long deliberately asked herself to call Jiang Shan over, so the meaning was obvious, and the second spot was given to Jiang Shan.

"So, why did you choose me instead of Jiangshan?" Wang Chao asked.

"Is this what you should be thinking about now!"

Luo Zhihong hated that iron could not be made into steel, and raised her arm, as if she wanted to smash Wang Chao's head, but in the end, considering that she and Wang Chao were not familiar enough, she put it down resentfully, explaining : "Jiangshan is still young, and his skills are not up to the mark. This time, he only got No.7 in the big cycle. He will have time in two years, but you, it's all over."

, really not young anymore...

There are many talented players in Huaguo table tennis, and the stars are shining. Luo Zhihong clearly remembers that in the past 20 years, almost every table tennis player who has grown into a big national player has already made a name for himself in the world before.

Except for Sun Tianlong, who is ranked number one in the world today, he is a late bloomer.

But how can such an enduring legendary figure like the "Dragon Team" and the "hexagonal warrior" recognized by the cherry blossom national table tennis circle be used as a general reference?

So Luo Zhihong was really anxious, wishing to send Wang Chao to the provincial team in July next year.

　Thanks to "Book Friends Zero Seven" and "Zi Xiao Tian Miao" for their monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)