The whistle blew.

Zheng Shan's attack is still fierce, but the opponent's defense is really good, no matter how Zheng Shan plays, he can always stop the ball back.

"I think your apprentice is hanging today."

Fang Ping pinched his cigarette and said to Wei Hongwei.

Wei Hongwei was so nervous that his face was covered with sweat, he clenched his fists, looked at the arena intently, and whispered: "Shanshan is still young, and it is normal to lose." ”

I don't know if he said this for Zheng Shan, or if he was comforting himself.

Fang Ping habitually rubbed his cigarette and squinted his eyes at the dynamics on the field.

After scoring three points by playing hard, Zheng Shan's offense gradually calmed down, and it seemed that the opponent had lost his fighting spirit, or he may have lost his physical strength.

Wei Hongwei frowned and whispered, "No, Shanshan's physical strength should be enough." ”

Fang Ping couldn't help frowning and muttered, "It's still too young, and it's normal to be anxious." ”

The smooth tug-of-war is like a casual exercise, and the audience looks like yawning.

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

"Good!"

Wei Hongwei jumped up from the stool and clapped vigorously, the excitement seemed to be that Zheng Shan had already won.

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

Wei Hongwei laughed for a while, sat back in the chair, and became worried again: "But this trick can be used this time." ”

"Who said that?" Fang Ping replied lazily, "She can use it all the time." ”

Wei Hongwei frowned: "What are you talking about?" Everyone is on guard, why can they do it again? ”

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

Wei Hongwei: "......? ”

Fang Ping obviously didn't bother 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, and he wondered all the time whether Zheng Shan's next counterattack would be a fierce attack.

He also wanted to learn Zheng Shan's style of play to make a fierce attack, but he was not good at this, and the result was that his full blow was just Zheng Shan's usual rhythm, and she was very easy to catch.

He tried a few times, but finally had no choice but to give up, and he had to be fully prepared for when the next onslaught would come.

The mental concentration was so intense, the muscles of his whole body were tense, and he was always ready to take the onslaught of the ball, so that he didn't even notice that his physical strength was rapidly declining.

In fact, Zheng Shan herself didn't think about when the next onslaught would be - before going on the field, Lin Nianhe told her that if she wanted to deceive the other party, she had to deceive herself first, and she felt that if something was sudden, the other party would naturally not be prepared.

If it was something else, Lin Nianhe couldn't have understood what she said.

But it's table tennis, she knows it well, and she's willing to listen to her.

Zheng Shan started playing.

When she felt tired, she played slowly and slowly, occasionally with a few fierce shots;

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

How she fights depends on how her body instinctively wants to fight at this moment.

The chaotic rhythm is impossible for her to replicate herself, let alone her opponent - she can't predict it, she can't predict it at all.

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

It's been eighteen minutes, much slower than usual.

But Zheng Shan's condition is not bad, and the other party has never scored points.

"Brother Yun Cheng, do you think he still has a delay?" Lin Nianhe asked.

"It's gone." Su Yuncheng said, "He's almost at the limit." ”

Su Yuncheng has trained countless recruits and understands the limits of people very well.

In front of him, he may still have physical strength, but his spirit has obviously reached the limit, and he can't hold it anymore.

He really couldn't hold on.

When Zheng Shan's fastball attack suddenly slowed down several times in a row, he used too much force and suddenly twisted his foot.

Because in motion, inertia makes him fall hard.

The racket came off his hand, and the ping-pong ball fell to the ground.

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

The referee called a timeout, and his group of friends and relatives immediately ran up to help him up, and someone shouted for the doctor one after another.

Zheng Shan was taken back to his venue by Zhou Laosi, asked her to sit down and rest for a while, took the medicine box they had prepared, and walked to the opposite side.

"Little brother, rub some medicine first." Zhou Laosi handed over the medicine box, "What's the matter?" Why don't you go to the hospital first? ”

The other party didn't expect that the first person to care about it turned out to be the opponent, and he was stunned for a while before he remembered to thank him: "Thank you, big brother." ”

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

With that, he returned to his own field.

Lin Nianhe couldn't help but say to him: "It has to be the fourth brother's cunning." ”

Zhou Laosi replied: "Teacher Lin taught well. ”

After a trip to Xiangjiang, Zhou Laosi transformed.

He was a smart man, and he had an epiphany when he witnessed and participated in a battle in Xiangjiang up close.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the referee to come and tell them that the other party had admitted defeat and that the champion was Zheng Shan.

Zheng Shan was still drinking water and was about to wait for a while to continue fighting, but suddenly won the championship, and the little girl was stunned.

She blinked, looked at the referee blankly, and said seriously: "But it's not over yet." ”

The referee was sweating, thinking of what Wei Hongwei had just said to himself, and repeated: "Yes, but your opponent is injured, according to your current score, you won." ”

Zheng Shan was stunned for a moment and accepted this reason.

Not far away, Wei Hongwei said to Fang Ping very sneeringly: "Look, whose apprentice understands, if I don't let him say this, Shanshan will definitely not be able to agree to the end of the game!" ”

Fang Ping glanced at him and hit the nail on the head: "Then do you understand how your apprentice won?" ”

Wei Hongwei: "......"

Fang Ping stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said very badly: "You taught her playing skills, but it was the master who taught her tactics." ”

Wei Hongwei: "......"

The slightly rough award ceremony was carried out directly after the game, and surprisingly, the opponent did not leave in a hurry, and even applauded with face and cheered for Zheng Shan.

On August 3, 1978, Zheng Shan won the first gold medal in her life.

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

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

"Sister He He, here you go."

Zheng Shan said.

"We said yes."

Her eyes were extraordinarily bright, and she no longer saw the emptiness of that year. (End of chapter)