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When I woke up and looked out the window, the sky was still covered with a thin layer of fog.Looking at the watch, it was only 06:30, not even the time to wake up.But the bed next door has already been laid neatly, and the bed is empty.

At seven o'clock, after eating and drinking enough to take the shuttle bus to the training hall, Ke Zhiyan first saw Wei Cheng who was trying to serve.

"Morning."

"Morning." Wei Cheng gave her a distracted look, then returned to the table, hooked a reverse-spin serve cleanly, and hit the net.

Before Ke Zhiyan could furrow his brows, Wei Cheng served another reverse spin and went out of bounds.

Wei Cheng still wanted to serve, but was stopped by Ke Zhiyan: "Hey, hey, your serve is wrong..."

Wei Cheng glanced at her, raised her hand again, this time the arc was just right.

Ke Zhiyan didn't say anything, and walked to the next table alone to practice the serve that will be used in today's final.

Then for a full 10 minutes, I heard the ping-pong-pong next door, and the location was messy.

Ke Zhiyan secretly rejoiced that Zhao Yunhan hadn't come yet, otherwise there would be no need to fight in this final, and his side would mess up first.

Wei Cheng obviously realized this too, put down the racket, and sat down on the ground.

"Don't talk to me, just tell me if you have any questions."

Seeing Wei Cheng's appearance, Ke Zhiyan's heart suddenly turned cold, "Wei Cheng?"

"It's okay..." Wei Cheng said, "It's just...it seems a little too calm, my heartbeat doesn't speed up, there's no pressure, no tension, I don't feel right."

While talking, Wei Cheng looked up at Ke Zhiyan, and saw her frowning.Subconsciously drew a smile, "Zhiyan, don't be nervous, I'm fine, why are you acting like a little old man..."

He didn't finish his teasing words later, but was interrupted by Ke Zhiyan's hand stretched out in front of him: "Let's go, let's go for a run."

The slacker who tried his best to escape every morning run, Wei Cheng was startled today for the first time, and forgot to object, so Ke Zhiyan dragged her around the gymnasium three times.

By the fourth lap, Ke Zhiyan was sweating on his forehead, his face was flushed, he threw Wei Cheng's hand away and sat on the ground, looking up at her, "What now?"

Wei Cheng said: "My heart beat faster and my breathing became short of breath."

Ke Zhiyan laughed suddenly, took a few breaths and said, "Wei Cheng, don't hesitate, you have been waiting for this championship for a long time."

The preparation time before the final seems to be always insufficient. After the final preparation training, I hurriedly packed up my things and rushed to the competition site.

The atmosphere at the scene had already been warmed up. When Ke Zhiyan trotted out from the athlete's passage, he heard many people cheering and shouting in Chinese: "Ke Zhiyan, Ke Zhiyan!"

She thought, it really deserves to be the Olympic final, it is really cheered by thousands of people, and it is highly anticipated.

Before Ke Zhiyan left the side hall, Wei Cheng had just asked Wang Ying to do "side-push" for her. After two or three rounds, Zhao Yunhan's training was over, she said hello to the two, and left with her sparring bag.

Wang Ying watched Zhao Yunhan leave, put down her racket and ran to Wei Cheng's side, "She's gone, do you still practice?"

"If you don't practice, it's just to scare her."

Wang Ying curled her lips, "You're really good, you came up with such an idea, when Zhao Yunhan just jumped at it, Zhao Yunhan looked this way several times."

Wei Cheng smiled: "Jiyan thought about it."

"bad idea."

Wei Cheng: "Anyway, it can paralyze her."

Wang Ying shook her head and gave up the topic, "That's fine, go and rest, I'm going back to the auditorium too."

She wanted to leave, but the corner of her clothes was pulled.Wang Ying turned her head and saw Wei Cheng hesitated to speak.

Do everything you can to prevent it, but you still can't prevent it.

Wang Ying's head grew big, and she refused straight away: "No!"

"You don't even know what I'm going to say, so just refuse."

"That's good, you say."

"I..." Wei Cheng licked her lips, "Lend me your mobile phone to watch Zhiyan's game."

Wang Ying smiled: "No, yes, yes!"

"Sister Ying, you don't know how important Zhiyan's match is..."

"Then yours is not important? Which one is more important, No.3 or Grand Slam, huh?"

"Sister Ying, she wants to compete in the Olympics so much, she can risk her life for this, yesterday I..."

"What about you?" She was interrupted by Wang Ying before she finished speaking. Wang Ying asked sharply, "What about you? What can't you do for today? Youth? Health? Life? Wei Cheng, tell me you How much she paid for table tennis, she Ke..."

"Miss Ying!"

When Wang Ying was interrupted, Wei Cheng calmed down and said in a low voice: "Zhiyan had another nightmare last night... I don't know if it was a nightmare, but she was begging, 'Please', get the quota with her, and The night before the expedition was exactly the same."

Wang Ying's face changed a little, and Wei Cheng continued: "She is under a lot of pressure. This match is not only for the medal, she wants to fight for you. She thought until yesterday that the spot was taken away from you, and she wanted to be promoted to third place. Facing the five-star red flag."

"This little brat..." Wang Ying was angry, "How can I be so stubborn..."

Wang Ying said earnestly to Wei Cheng again: "It's not that I don't want you to watch it, it's because you and I both know how much her performance on the court has affected you... You will be on the court in less than two hours, and you also You don’t want to go to the final with emotional fluctuations?”

"How do you know she can't play well?" Wei Cheng said firmly: "I don't watch, the emotional ups and downs will be big. During the time before the game, I will always think about how Zhiyan played, whether he lost or won ...you don't want to see me like this, do you?"

Wang Ying was so angry that she was about to curse, she was worried about one or two of them, did she, the world champion, be a nanny? !

She threw the phone to Wei Cheng: "Just a glance, I'll go to the bathroom, and return it to me when I come back."

"Hey!"

Fortunately, Wang Ying's mobile phone has the live broadcast app of the Olympics. Wei Cheng clicks on it, and the screen buffers for a few seconds.

Wei Cheng saw the names embroidered on the back of the black dragon suit at a glance: "CHINA", "KeZ.Y".

From the camera, the girl is thin and thin. Wei Cheng knows that she is 1.65, half a head shorter than her, her body is still developing, and she is too lazy to move. She actually has flesh on her body.

The girl has short, clean hair, with bangs on her forehead reaching her eyebrows almost to her eyes.Wei Cheng remembered that before she came to London, she was still complaining about her handsome hairstyle being cut into dog-eating bangs.

When the girl's name was called, she took a half step forward skillfully, lowered her head slightly, and bowed slightly at the waist to count as a bow.This tribute was simply too perfunctory, but the response at the scene was enthusiastic, and many people were calling her name. Wei Cheng listened to the commentary and said: "This time Wei Cheng's fans also spared no effort to support her."

Wei Cheng grinned, that is, who cares about the child?

Wang Ying came back and asked her for a mobile phone after a few steps away.Wei Cheng let out a "hmm", lowered her head and looked again, the girl shook hands with her opponent who was half a head taller than herself, she raised her head slightly, with a calm face and no fear on her face.

The picture is only for a few seconds, and there is no time to see the eyes clearly.But Wei Cheng knew that the girl's eyes at this moment must be decisive and firm, stealing a ruthless look, just like her "killing god" competitions these years.

Wang Ying stretched out her hand, and Wei Cheng returned the phone to her.

"Relax?"

"Ah."

"Are you ready to rest and get ready?"

"Ah."

"Can you compete well?"

"Don't worry, Miss Ying."

Shirakawa Isang, 24 years old, right-handed horizontal shot fast attack style, height 1.71, long legs and long hands, can attack and defend, good at landing and speed changes, flexible mind, able to adapt to various changes on the field, and can quickly find The solution was hailed as a "textbook" existence by the Japanese team.

Ke Zhiyan shook hands with Bai Chuan, their eyes met, and they both saw determination in each other's eyes.

Ke Zhiyan instantly retrieved the information of Bai Chuan Yi Cang from his mind.

Played at the age of 4, entered the Japanese national team at the age of 12 and became the youngest player in history. In 2004, he participated in the Athens Olympic Games and ranked among the top 16. In 2005, he won the singles bronze medal in the Asian Cup. In 2006, he won the team bronze medal in the Bremen World Table Tennis Championships. , the semi-finals of the 2008 Yokohama World Table Tennis Championships, the team bronze medal at the 2009 Moscow World Table Tennis Championships, the semi-finals of the 2010 Rotterdam World Table Tennis Championships... This time London can enter the semi-finals, which is her best result.

Choosing the right to serve, Ke Zhiyan made a gesture to let Bai Chuan Yicang choose first.

"Front, word."

"How is it? Are you ready?" Today's off-court guidance is still guided by the head coach of the national women's team, Zhong Zheming.

"Bai Chuan wants to win, and he has a strong desire to win. I think he will fight me unreservedly when he comes up today. After all, I have met her three times this year and won all three times."

"Don't worry on the field, we have presets for these situations, calm down and deal with it..."

"Director Zhong." Suddenly interrupted, Ke Zhiyan smiled at him and said, "I will win."

As Ke Zhiyan spoke, she looked towards the edge of the venue, and Zhong Zheming watched with her, where the awards will be presented soon.

Zhong Zheming's blood also surged up at this moment, he patted Ke Zhiyan's shoulder vigorously: "Okay, I will wait for your triumphant return!"

As predicted by Ke Zhiyan, Bai Chuan turned into Desperate Saburo as soon as he came up because of his low winning rate, adopting a fighting style of play.

In fact, this style of play can often play better when there is no psychological pressure and adopts the mentality of fighting against opponents. It can hit many unexpected balls with the touch, and it is also more sure about quality, placement, and spin.

But Shirakawa Iso wants to win too much. This is the closest moment in her career to the Olympic podium. Saying is extremely important and what they must do.

She has a lot of pressure in her heart, the Japanese team has great expectations of her, and the Japanese people also pay a lot of attention to her.

Bai Chuan Yi Cang took the water bottle handed over by the coach and gulped down water as if to release pressure and vent. She faced the auditorium and saw the fans on the opposite side holding the Japanese flag, and saw her teammates and juniors yelling at her in the first row. name.

She is their hope.

But everything is over.

Facing the genius from China, she could only helplessly watch him step by step towards the podium.