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Participating in the Olympics for the first time, I feel that this memory should be remembered for a lifetime.

Ke Zhiyan's first game was to enter the round of 16. She played against a Portuguese player, so that she always had an illusion during the game, as if she was playing an ordinary European Open to grab points.

In the end, it took 15 minutes to win the game, and the opponent took only ten points from her - one of the points was conceded by her intentional serve error at 10:0 in the second game - otherwise she would shave her opponent's head and go back to be punished by the coach If you don't scold, you will be laughed at by your opponent.

After the show, Director Zhong kindly patted Ke Zhiyan on the shoulder: "Good job."

Ke Zhiyan went to shake hands with the opponent's coach, and heard the opponent complaining to the coach in frustration, why is there a Chinese team in the second round of women's singles?What about going directly to the third round? !

Ke Zhiyan pretended not to understand, and secretly said: If it wasn't for the lack of points and the ranking drop, she should be watching the video of the opponents in this half with Sister Cheng and the others in the Olympic Village with the air conditioner blowing on.

Director Zhong accompanied her to the players' lounge for a while, and left after the urine test. As the head coach of the women's team, it was impossible for him to hang around a young player who had little chance of winning the championship after he left the field.

Her head coach, Chen Zhi, was waiting there. Ke Zhiyan was surprised: "Yo, Chen Zhi, haven't you left yet?"

Although it was only the second round of women's singles in which no seed players were present, Chen Zhi still came to watch the whole process in the audience.

Ke Zhiyan originally thought that he would leave after watching the game. After all, the third round of the women's singles in the afternoon was broadcast live on Channel 1, and he had to prepare for Wei Cheng in advance.

Chen Zhi picked up her luggage and said with a smile, "If I go back alone, will your sister Cheng scold me?"

Ke Zhiyan said helplessly: "She always treats me like a child."

"Hey, you're not an adult yet, right? Besides, at your current age, Cheng Cheng, I treat her like a child."

Ke Zhiyan had no choice but to respond: "Yes, yes, we are all children, so we should have a little childish vigor." She had heard these words eight hundred times.

The third round of women's singles starts at [-]:[-] p.m.

At the beginning, Ke Zhiyan's match was at 03:30. Although the time was not tight, she chose to go to the Fox apartment nearby to have lunch, and then took a lunch break.

When I woke up, it was 13:50. Wei Cheng had come here from the Olympic Village, and was sitting on the sofa talking to Chen Zhi. When she saw her coming out of the room, she handed her a glass of warm water—she had some stomach problems these days , who often lost his appetite, Wei Cheng didn't know where he heard the crooked ways, and forced Ke Zhiyan to drink a glass of water after waking up.

Whether drinking warm water has any effect on the stomach, Ke Zhiyan doesn't know, but her dry mouth has improved after waking up.

Wei Orange’s first Olympic opponent is Liu Jing, a Chinese veteran from the Dutch team. He is currently ranked 27th in the world. The characteristics of women's masculine style of play are that the forehand is very twisted.

Due to technical play, Ke Zhiyan is actually the most troublesome player of this type. The opponent is cutting the ball. No matter how good you are in the first three rebounds, you can't kill the opponent. It is a human tragedy.

Wei Cheng and Ke Zhiyan's skills are similar. In the past few years, they also suffered from chopping. In the past few years, they have gradually enriched their experience. Their skills have formed a complete system, and their style of play has gradually developed their own style. , as long as you are careful, there is no big problem.

Before the game preparations, Chen Zhi was worried, and pulled Wei Cheng again to remind him of the precautions. Wei Cheng had a psychological shadow on cutting the ball. nagging.

On the contrary, Ke Zhiyan got impatient and said, "Come on, Chen Zhi, you've already understood those Cheng sisters you're talking about, can you please be quiet and let her be quiet? Besides, this opponent is not a big player." , she can't keep up with Sister Cheng in terms of physical strength and technique, as long as Sister Cheng lets go, she will be fine."

Chen Zhi frowned, and said, "With your current thinking, you will suffer big losses sooner or later. We must pay attention to the enemy technically, understand?"

"Understand, understand." Ke Zhiyan said perfunctorily.

Chen Zhi didn't say anything more, just stared at her for a few seconds, then turned his head and patted Wei Cheng's shoulder: "Hit hard."

Wei Cheng smiled, "Don't worry."

After Wei Cheng finished speaking, she went to look at Ke Zhiyan, the expectation in her eyes was self-evident.

Ke Zhiyan really didn't think this opponent had anything to take seriously, even if he didn't take it seriously, he could overwhelm her with his strength.

Ke Zhiyan was taken aback for a moment, and then choked out a sentence: "Come on?"

Wei Cheng frowned when she heard this, and stretched out her hand to rub her head: "Come on, too."

It turns out that the opponent in the third round is really nothing to be afraid of, even if the opponent is a chipper.

Ke Zhiyan, who was supposed to be warming up in the training hall next door, played a few sparring matches with his sparring partner, and then lazily went to watch the live broadcast of Weicheng. The live broadcast on the TV was the BBC signal, and the commentator was there gossiping and gossiping. But without too much explanation, Ke Zhiyan curled his lips.

At this time, just in time for Wei Cheng to make a mistake in the previous board, the commentator said "wow": "This ball Chinese player Wei Cheng made a big mistake. The opponent, Dutch player Liu Jing, changed the line with a forehand and smashed a board. Wei Cheng is in danger. ..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wei Cheng quickly turned sideways and ran to the left half with a perfect cross step with his right foot.

Liu Jing was directly stunned by the cricket.

"Beautiful!" The foreign contestants who were watching the live broadcast by the TV applauded involuntarily. Ke Zhiyan was faintly proud, it was necessary, and that was my sister Cheng.

Next, Weicheng did not make any major mistakes, and hit some of the best shots at the world's top level again and again. In the end, Weicheng won by a big score of 4:0. At this time, only half an hour had passed since leaving the game.

Ke Zhiyan watched the whole scene in front of the TV. When Wei Cheng and coach Zhong Dao shook hands with each other, Ke Zhiyan said, "Look, I'll just say, there's nothing serious about it."

Chen Zhi glared at her: "Hurry up and warm up."

Ke Zhiyan just thought that Chen Zhi was speechless by her, and went to warm up with his partner with a smile.

Chen Zhi looked at Ke Zhiyan's back, and after a while, sighed quietly: "It's still too young."

Playing two games in a row in a day, although it was not a high-intensity duel, Ke Zhiyan was exhausted enough. Once he returned to the Olympic Village, he collapsed on the bed. .

Wei Cheng had nothing to do with her, she pulled a thin blanket over her body, and began to watch the next round of technical videos.

Ke Zhiyan rubbed on the bed, took a comfortable position and followed Wei Cheng to watch, just in time for the other party's wrist to be retracted and to perform a backhand flip.

Ke Zhiyan said "tsk", "This ball is over."

Just as he was talking, the person in the video pushed the ball forward with his forearm, then adjusted his posture and resumed his movements, preparing to connect and rush sideways.

"Hesitating." Ke Zhiyan shook his head and yawned slightly, "Which country is this from? Their coach will be pissed off."

Wei Cheng smiled and patted Ke Zhiyan's arm, "If you're so arrogant, be careful not to get beaten."

"They are not as skilled as others, so they still come to beat me?" Ke Zhiyan raised his eyebrows, with an innocent look of "Is there any justice", but he forgot to put down the little embarrassing expression on his face.

"Besides, don't you still have you?" Ke Zhiyan said again, putting away the redundant expression on his face, only smiling a little, "You won't ignore them beating me, right?"

Wei Cheng felt that the atmosphere had changed a bit, but she couldn't say what it was.She is not a person who is sensitive to changes in the atmosphere, and it seems that there is no need to pay attention to the atmosphere between her and Ke Zhiyan.

It's just that Ke Zhiyan's eyes are too bright, shining brightly, what's hidden in them is about to come out.

Wei Cheng wanted to delve deeper, but Ke Zhiyan had already changed his posture, and the expression on his face naturally changed as well, acting coquettishly: "Sister Cheng, Sister Cheng, do you not love me anymore? You agreed to protect me For the rest of my life."

The good atmosphere was completely ruined. God knows why the expressionless kid in the national table tennis team in Lyon can put on such a contrasting expression with ease.

Probably because I am used to it.

Wei Cheng secretly rolled her eyes, and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I will protect you, and I will always protect you."

Ke Zhiyan followed Wei Cheng to watch the video for over an hour, and found something was wrong.

"Sister Orange..."

"What's the matter?"

Wei Cheng's attention was all on the technical video, and she didn't even give Ke Zhiyan half of her eyes.

"...Why is your next opponent her?"

"It's drawn by lottery." Wei Cheng replied, looking back, the delicate child who was too tired to get up just now sat up, frowning, and glared angrily at the athlete in the video. Stare round.

At first, Wei Cheng was stunned for a moment, wondering what the kid was up to, watching a video made her so angry, the next second remembering the protagonist of the video, Wei Cheng suddenly realized.

Oh, how did she forget, this kid holds a lot of grudges.

Wei Cheng moved closer to Ke Zhiyan, stretched out her hand and snorted, "Do you still hold grudges? How many years has it been?"

"It's not about holding grudges." Ke Zhiyan said angrily, "She has a problem with her character, and that ball is obviously a sideshow!"

After talking about it, Ke Zhiyan revealed an aggrieved face, and said in a low voice, "I originally won that game."

"Then do you think, if you win that game, can you win the whole game?"

Ke Zhiyan fell silent. Thinking about it carefully, the situation that day did not seem to be very good.

"If you lose, you lose. Don't make excuses. If you lie to others, you are also lying to yourself."

Ke Zhiyan couldn't help defending himself: "I didn't..." Then she raised her head to meet Wei Cheng's eyes, and she swallowed the rest of her words.

Ke Zhiyan lowered his head, looked down at the corner of the bed sheet, and remained silent.

——Looking aggrieved, even the usually flamboyant hair is drooping on his head.

Wei Cheng couldn't stand Ke Zhiyan like this the most. He stood majestically in front of people like a lion cub, bared his teeth and held his head up. His fur was shiny and he patrolled his territory without a doubt.

In front of her, however, he withdrew his fangs and sharp claws, screamed childishly, and fell tremblingly into her arms.

Wei Cheng had no choice but to surrender, softened her tone, tried her best to say something nice, and coaxed her a few more words, Ke Zhiyan raised her head again, her eyes were wet.

Ke Zhiyan glanced at Wei Cheng, making sure that there was no anger on her face, and then whispered: "Sister Cheng, don't be angry, I didn't make excuses, I just... I just think it's wrong for her to do this, and playing basketball shouldn't be like this Yes, the game should be fair and the rules should be followed, she..."

Ke Zhiyan realized that her tone was too excited, she deliberately paused, swallowed her conditioned English after running out of Chinese adjectives, and she promised in a low voice but firmly: "Sister Cheng, next time, wait for the next time If I meet her again, I will definitely win."