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Finally to the real decisive game.

Ke Zhiyan raised his head and drank the last sip of water in the bottle, feeling his hands trembling slightly.

She wants to win, she must win, and Wei Cheng is still waiting for her in the semifinals.

When he lowered his head to give Director Zhong a water bottle, Ke Zhiyan glanced at the auditorium not far away. His eyes were full of black shadows, five-star red flags, and several Asians. When he saw her sight, he desperately shouted "Come on!" It was recognized that they were wearing Weicheng's fan uniforms.

She didn't see Wei Cheng, and she didn't know where Wei Cheng was sitting.

But she must have been sitting in the auditorium with Chen Zhi, looking at her.

Wang Ying went all the way to get a dry towel from the coach, squeezed through a row of seats, and sat down next to Wei Cheng. When Wei Cheng asked, "Sister Ying, why did you go, the game is half over?" In the sound, he threw the towel in his hand to her: "Take it and wipe it, my head is full of sweat."

Wei Cheng took it and did not forget to show her a smile: "Thank you."

Wang Ying saw that there was a layer of sweat on her forehead, and she wiped the sweat slowly, so she couldn't help saying, "You said you, the last game was so exhausting, why don't you go back to the village to rest, and come here to join in the fun ? There are so many people watching the little boy's game, and you are missing a cheer?"

"Ah, isn't that worrying?" Wei Cheng replied vaguely.

"What are you worried about? The child can't do it without you watching? Wei, do you really treat her like a child? She was 14 years old and dared to fight against Sister Xuan for seven rounds without leaving the court in Yokohama. Yes, all these years, who have you seen her afraid of on the court? You really think she can't do without you. Besides, this is far away, can she tell who is from whom at a glance?"

Wang Ying talked a lot, but Wei Cheng was too tired to refute, so she said helplessly, "Sister Ying, I just watched a game, what do you want?"

Wang Ying rolled her eyes and was too lazy to talk to her, "Okay, okay, look, look."

Not long after it came to the final round, Wei Cheng frowned as she watched, wishing she could go on stage to fight for Ke Zhiyan, then she heard Wang Ying buzzing in her ears: "Xiao Yanzi's way of playing is wrong, she should pounce sideways, and she should step back If you don’t retreat, this is the rhythm of losing.”

Wei Cheng glared at her, "Wang Ying, can you shut up?"

"Yes, I figured it out. Xiao Yanzi is young and inexperienced, and he was played around by Dong Rong, an old fox. You have to take the blame for this."

As the score got worse and worse, Wang Ying's voice became smaller and smaller: "Who told you to protect her all day?"

Wei Cheng didn't answer her, rubbed her eyebrows and fell back, leaning on the back of the chair, thinking to herself: "This game is a loss, I don't feel pressured, maybe I will..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened suddenly.

When has she ever seen Ke Zhiyan feel pressured to play?

Wei Cheng pursed her lips, grabbed Wang Ying's arm with one hand, and said uncertainly, "Before the game...I told her before the game that I was waiting for her in the semi-finals..."

Wei Cheng bit her lip and looked at Wang Ying apologetically: "Can this explain her abnormality today?"

Wang Ying was so angry that she couldn't speak, but she saw the majestic little lion struggling to save the ball on the court, and she felt that Wei Cheng couldn't be so cheap.

Wang Ying said unhappily: "Just do it, as soon as you and Xiao Yanzi are killed, you will be satisfied."

Wei Cheng was silent and stopped talking.She thinks that she is an older sister after all, and whether Ke Zhiyan loses or wins today, she will bear the responsibility.Even if one day they were all going to die, she should be the first.

Wei Cheng made up her mind in her heart, and thought about her speech in the post-match summary, but she calmed down on the surface, and watched the game quietly.

With the victory of the sixth game, the big score on the court was [-]-[-].

Taking advantage of the 1-minute intermission, Wang Ying quickly checked Weibo.Most of the discussions about this game now believe that the ending is a bit confusing after the seventh inning.

Wang Ying flipped through a few articles, and gradually got a score in her heart.

"Here's the ball!"

Wang Ying was still scrolling down Weibo when Wei Cheng shouted from the side.

Wang Ying looked up and saw that the score of the sixth game was 4:2.

"Dong Rong wants to win, but his mentality is unstable, Zhiyan will calm down now."

Wang Ying said "hmm", thought for a while and didn't show Wei Cheng the discussion on Weibo.She put away her mobile phone, watched the game quietly with Wei Cheng, and occasionally exchanged views.

When the score reached 7:10, the director Zhong decisively called a timeout.

"Actually, there's no need to call a timeout. Xiao Yanzi's mentality is more stable than Dong Rong's at the moment."

"Anyway, if you don't scream, let it go, why don't you let Zhiyan slow down for a minute." Wei Cheng put her hands around her mouth, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "Come on, Zhiyan!"

The venue, which was originally noisy with cheering sounds, fell silent for a while with her voice. Then, Weicheng's fans and other Chinese present all cheered in order in Weicheng's next sentence, "Ke Zhiyan, come on!" stand up.

Until the start of the match, after Ke Zhiyan and Dong Rong fought a backhand, the two sides began to stalemate. Ke Zhiyan took two steps back, retreated to the middle stage, and patiently waited for Dong Rong's opening.

"It's now, tear the ball from a big angle!" Wei Cheng jumped up anxiously.

Ke Zhiyan seized the opportunity decisively after Dong Rong’s previous ball left the stage and was transferred to the left stage, and tore the ball to the right stage with a forehand at a large angle. Dong Rong went to the stage to catch it in two steps, but the ball was already in front of her , her forehand was pinned and it was difficult to exert force, so she could only try to barely block it with her backhand.

Off stage.

Won!

"Come on!"

Wei Cheng waved her fist, and then slowly sat down, her chest unceasingly rose and fell due to excitement.

Wang Ying leaned on the back of the chair, put her hands on her chest, and asked calmly, "I said, why are you so excited for Ke Zhiyan to win?"

Wei Cheng was dumbfounded by her question, and didn't answer for a while, "... huh?"

Wang Ying also just said casually, and turned her head away to look at the field after she finished speaking. After Ke Zhiyan shook hands with the other party, Sifang waved to the audience. mouthed.

Wang Ying: "Hey, I'm smiling at you."

Return to the Olympic Village in the evening and hold a routine analysis meeting.

In the past meetings, Ke Zhiyan was paralyzed beside Wei Cheng, propping his head up to muddle through, and the coaches also turned a blind eye, not bothering to care about her.

Not today.

When Zhong Zheming arrived at the small room that was temporarily vacated and used as a conference room, Ke Zhiyan was already sitting obediently in his seat, and when he saw him enter the door, he closed his eyes and avoided his gaze in a rare way.

Zhong Zheming suddenly felt funny, little boy, he has been lawless in the national table tennis team for so many years, and today is the first time he has become a boring person.

Director Zhong deliberately left Ke Zhiyan alone, first picked Zhao Yunhan's performance and analyzed it, and then called up the data of Weicheng's seven innings today. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the seat.

After listening to her own analysis, Zhao Yunhan bowed her head to write and draw on the straw paper, listening to the follow-up one after another; Wei Cheng had already exhausted her physical strength today, and she came back with Ke Zhiyan after the game. His face was holding his head tiredly.

Only Ke Zhiyan sat upright, looking away as soon as he touched him.

Zhong Zheming laughed in his heart and knocked on the table, "Okay, that's all there is to say. Tomorrow's semi-final, Zhao Yunhan, you have to defend the second half and try to join the final. Wei Cheng and Ke Zhiyan, the two of you Let Director Chen worry about it, anyway, one of them will enter the finals, and the other will lose without any emotion, the No.3 bronze medal is still there, we have guaranteed to raise three five-star red flags."

Director Zhong waved his hand: "Go back and rest."

The others packed up their things and went out. Wei Cheng wanted to stay, but before she got up, Ke Zhiyan gave her a meaningful push. Wang Ying understood and dragged her away.

Seeing that he was not mentioned today, Ke Zhiyan knew in his heart that Director Zhong was trying to save face for himself.Immediately, she raised her eyebrows, walked up to Director Zhong, hesitated for a moment and called out: "Director Zhong..."

Zhong Zheming said "hmm", and raised his eyelids to look at her: "Do you know the reason?"

"I didn't make enough mental preparation before the game. After winning the first two rounds, I was a little relaxed. In the third round, Dong Rong changed, and I was a little awkward. I didn't know how to play, so I panicked. The fourth and fifth rounds..."

Ke Zhiyan pursed his lips, raised his head and looked at Zhong Zheming, "I think it's my lack of experience in competitions, and my lack of grasp of the atmosphere and rhythm on the court."

She looked like she didn't want to admit it but had to admit it, "In the end, I didn't prepare enough, I underestimated my opponent, and I also underestimated myself. I thought this year was all four to zero against her, so I took this as those preparations gone."

Director Zhong wanted to speak, but seeing that she still had something to say, he continued to wait for her.

Ke Zhiyan hesitated, "And...and..."

Zhong Zheming said: "Say what you have to say, and solve problems as soon as possible. When did you become so indecisive?"

Ke Zhiyan thought, because this is the most fatal.

She quickly ran through the words in her head several times, and after confirming that they were correct, she said: "Also, I was a little distracted during the game..."

Seeing that Director Zhong's eyes were obviously widened and he looked like he was going to get angry after listening to it, she quickly said, "Sister Cheng told me to wait for me in the semi-finals before the game. , I felt that there was no big problem, and my thoughts drifted to the semi-finals.”

After Ke Zhiyan finished explaining, he lowered his brows and lowered his voice, "Director Zhong, this time it was my fault, and I asked for it to play all seven rounds, but you know me, I won't make this kind of mistake again in the future Second time!"

Zhong Zheming originally wanted to reprimand Ke Zhiyan, but then he thought about it, the words of reprimand might be useful to other team members, but to Ke Zhiyan, she had a ruler in her heart and knew right from wrong. very.

Zhong Zheming patted Ke Zhiyan's shoulder, "I won't say much else, this time may not be bad for you, at least it will increase your experience." He smiled, "Okay, you can go back and rest, tomorrow Fight against Wei Cheng, just play well."

Ke Zhiyan promised: "I won't let you down!"

She lifted her foot and walked to the door, and heard Director Zhong say again: "Xiao Ke, you have always been the one with a clear mind. I hope you know what you are doing."

Ke Zhiyan's hand holding the doorknob froze, and it was pulled to the wrist bone.She didn't look at the right wristband, but turned to look at Zhong Zheming, rolled her eyes, and gave a harmless smile, "Director Zhong, I know what I want."

Zhong Zheming smiled kindly, "Go."

"Hey!" Ke Zhiyan nodded, opened the door with a light gait.

When he reached the stairs, Ke Zhiyan staggered and leaned himself against the wall, bent his right hand downwards, protruded his wrist bone, and hit the wall hard.

The strength was not small, and the clear pain made her gasp, but her mind became clearer.

He hasn't noticed yet, so don't panic.