On the first day after coming to the national table tennis, Wen Xi basically worked as a caddie for the current players, observing the players' receiving posture all the time, and the coach would listen patiently when explaining the tactics.

It wasn't until the evening, when the national players rested, that the duo began their own lessons.

"I'm going to divide you into six groups based on your height and physical fitness, and you're going to face each other in pairs. I have only one request, and that is to extend the number of returns as long as possible. Whichever group lasts the most rounds and lasts the longest has the right to change coaches. Of course, you don't have a choice, only a part of being chosen!" Although Coach Ma had a simple face, his words were very sharp.

It's easy to win, it's a bit harder to get your opponent to win. I think that in order to give the ball to Ai-chan, the posture of serving is called a pompous and awkward, so Ai-chan still didn't receive it, and finally cried his nose. Moon Hee didn't want to face such distress, so he gave up the serve to his opponent.

"Let's make sure we don't lose first!" said Sansan, who had played table tennis when he was in school, and was better than Wen Xi. However, Sansan will not concede the ball, so Wen Xi can only ask for more blessings.

"That's exactly what I mean!" Wen Xi bent his legs and sank his waist to tie his horse steps, holding the racket like a kitchen knife, so that he felt like he was playing!

"Ping Pong ~ Ping" Sansan threw the table tennis ball, waved the paddle in his right hand lightly, and the ball flew to Wen Xi's side at a uniform speed.

Wen Xi swept forward, and the ping-pong ball accelerated and flew back to Sansan's side.

"The ball speed is a bit fast, so we get tired easily!" Sansan reacted quickly to catch up with the table tennis ball and successfully sent the ball back to Wen Xi.

"Oh, okay, I'll have a little less strength then. Wen Xi picked it lightly, and the ball shook slowly over, and it finally passed the net.

"Two more points. "Sansan added a little strength to pull it back, and the table tennis ball didn't make the strength fly up!

"What about this?" Wen Xi's forearm hit back, the strength was still slightly greater, and the landing point of the table tennis ball was almost close to the bottom line.

"One point smaller!"

"What about this?" Wen Xi truthfully reduced his strength, and the landing point was just right!

"Yes, you can try to hit the left or right half of the table!" After Wen Xi improved, Sansan increased the difficulty.

Wen Xi recalled Liu Yueban's class, the hand holding the racket was slightly sideways to meet the table tennis ball, and the ball flew smoothly over the net and landed on the right half of the table, the opponent's left and backhand position.

"I can't see that you're still a backhand!" Sansan's backhand was a little weak, and the table tennis ball almost went out of bounds.

"I'm used to pulling to the right after I finish cutting! Wen Xi explained with a smile, and then tested the difference between the forehand and the backhand, both were smooth, but the forehand was more powerful.

Wen Xi and Sansan's cooperation is very tacit, one guides and one corrects, and the ball does not fall to the ground once. There was a sparring partner standing next to each table, and the results of Wen Xi's group on the big screen were far ahead. And Wen Xi and Sansan were the loudest in the audience, and Coach Ma couldn't help but stand there and watch for a long time.

"Have the two of them practiced before? It's not like that!" Coach Ma asked, covering his chin, and someone who had practiced table tennis couldn't be of this level.

"The older one seems to have played, and the younger one probably hasn't. Sparring scholar Coach Ma replied.

Sansan almost didn't catch Wen Xi's ball, he is old? hat are yuo What's the matter, he's only in his early twenties, is it good to have a sunny little fresh meat!

"Brother Sansan, you hit this ball a little crooked!" Wen Xi caught the ball after a good hanging, and Sansan almost hit the ball sideways!

"Am I very old!" Sansan's swing unconsciously became stronger, but fortunately, Wen Xi's wrist strength and arm strength were enough, and he still hit the ball back smoothly.

"Older than me. Wen Xi's answer was decent, but Sansan was not so aggrieved, because Wen Xi was younger than anyone else, and he was six or seven years older than Wen Xi!

Coach Ma was also a little embarrassed, coughed twice and walked away.

The next day, Wen Xi and the others began to feed the athletes of the second echelon, learning various skills and playing styles. Wen Xi has the blessing of the system, it doesn't hurt so much when he bumps and bumps, he has been standing in front of the table for longer than anyone else, and of course he is making rapid progress.

When I played against Sansan at night, Sansan basically didn't have time to give guidance.

At the beginning of the third day, Wen Xi and his teammates finally won their personal trainer, the athlete in charge of Wen Xi is known as the national player of the Great Demon King, Wen Xi looked at the honest and honest big round face with some disbelief.

In fact, every national player will be called the big devil, from Zhang Yining to Koko, each of them is a very terrifying existence, which can basically represent the highest level of table tennis in the world today. And this big black demon king is the best at hanging, very cool and exciting, and can consume the opponent to death every time.

With a personal trainer, the training of the 12 athletes is not together, but is guided by the personal trainer and the assistant coach two-on-one. Some actors can guess who the male protagonist is from the level of players assigned to each person, while some actors guess that these players are about to retire based on their age.

"Open your arms and show me?" The Great Demon King first checked Wen Xi's arm length, which was five centimeters longer than him, and the racket's territory was large enough.

Later, the Great Demon King tested Wen Xi's speed and reflexes, which were all good data.

"I haven't taught before, but I've been a sparring partner. Let's take a few rounds first, I will adjust the speed and direction of the ball according to your level, you can do your best to make me lose!"

"Do you like the backhand, if only this ball went a little more to the side!" the big demon king hit the ping pong ball back, and the route, landing point, ball speed and strength were exactly the same as the previous ball.

Wen Xi was speechless and waved his paddle according to the words of the Great Demon King, and this time the Great Demon King finally took a small step.

"If you have a little more power, you can cut forward when you hit the ball, and the ball will be more threatening. The Great Demon King still returned the same ball, Wen Xi admired it tightly in his heart, but he was not very skilled at cutting the ball for the first time, the ball hit his hand, and finally crossed the net without danger.

"Come again!" The Great Demon King returned the ball calmly, and then Wen Xi hit it back, and the Great Demon King put forward suggestions for improvement, and only changed the hitting route until Wen Xi met his requirements.

For a whole morning, Wen Xi's right hand never stopped, and his hands were trembling when he ate at noon, and he didn't pick up the soybeans in the bowl.

"I heard that the Great Demon King of Wu is like a devil when he plays, you can do it yourself!" Sansan patted Wen Xi's left shoulder sympathetically, and Haizi took Wen Xi's chopsticks and replaced them with a soup spoon, otherwise Wen Xi would not be able to eat.