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Wei Cheng doesn't know if Ke Zhiyan will win the next time he meets his old opponent, because something happened before the next time.

In the women's singles quarter-finals of the London Olympics, Ke Zhiyan faced Dong Rong from Singapore.

Dong Rong, originally a Chinese national, entered the B provincial team at the age of 12. Gao Weicheng was in the same class as Du Xuanya. He and Du Xuanya led the B provincial team to win four consecutive table tennis championships. Xuan Ya retired, Wei Cheng took the lead, Ke Zhiyan gradually moved closer to the main team, and Dong Rong was recruited by Singapore.

So far, she has become the old enemy of the Chinese women's team, leading the Singapore team to sweep the annual team championship and the top four in singles.

The Chinese women's team paid the bill for Wei Cheng, Wang Ying, and Zhao Yunhan, who were the first picks at the time, and lost the Colbylon Cup that had been brought home since the 90s.

Wei Cheng was depressed for a while because of this, and Ke Zhiyan was sometimes awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, and when she opened her eyes profusely in sweat, she saw a blurry figure sitting on the bed and looking out the window, which scared her so much that she almost didn't go to see God.

Immediately reacting, she ran out of bed and crawled onto Wei Cheng's bed. She seldom comforted others, and she would not comfort others. She just hugged Wei Cheng instinctively, stroked her hands from head to back, and whispered in Wei Cheng's ear: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'm here."

While speaking, he rubbed his head against Wei Cheng's head, feeling the wetness on Wei Cheng's face.

Wei Cheng didn't move much, and Ke Zhiyan didn't move either. He narrowed his eyes and thought carefully about the movements of his elder sister coaxing him when he was a child, and jerkyly patted Wei Cheng's back lightly with his hands, with a sense of comfort.

Until Wei Cheng gradually recovered, when Ke Zhiyan's hands were about to slap numb, Wei Cheng leaned over and gave Ke Zhiyan all the weight of her body, embraced her with both hands, and buried her head in the hollow of her neck.

Ke Zhiyan felt the moistness in the pit of his neck, leaned his head gently against Wei Cheng's head, and secretly swore in his heart that he would "revenge" her.

For many years since then, Wei Cheng has moved forward slowly and firmly in each game. She gradually overcomes the shortcomings of her youth, slowly catches up with Dong Rong, and slowly surpasses Dong Rong.

The last time they played against each other was at the Qatar Open before London. Wei Cheng met her in the final and won the game 4:1 with a sharp style of play.

Although Dong Rong is still regarded as a strong enemy and a key target by the Chinese team, Wei Cheng and her are no longer at the same level.

Before the game, Wei Cheng and Chen Zhi came over to cheer for Ke Zhiyan as usual. Ke Zhiyan's off-court coach this time was still the head coach of the women's team Zhong Zheming. Chen Zhi was afraid that he would talk too much and conflict with Zhong's on-court command, so he just patted her shoulder, said: "Don't be nervous, just hit hard."

Wei Cheng rushed over just after the game, the game dragged on to the seventh game and she exhausted most of her energy, her breath was still a little unsteady, her forehead bangs were wet with sweat, and her game uniform was not changed, red The front of the champion's dragon suit was wet with sweat.

Wei Cheng stepped forward, she originally wanted to give Ke Zhiyan a hug, but she stopped when she stretched out her hand, she didn't forget that she was covered in sweat and hadn't washed it off yet.

Wei Cheng's hand abruptly diverted, and as usual, she covered Ke Zhiyan's head and rubbed it a few times.

Ke Zhiyan hurriedly stretched out his hand to protect his head, "You have messed up my hairstyle, how can I appear handsomely later!"

Her hand rose to the top of her head, but before touching her hair, she touched a warm spot.

Wei Cheng took her hand.

Dry, soft, with just the right temperature, and some thin calluses left by gripping the racket.

A dense layer of sweat oozed out of Ke Zhiyan's palm, her hand was tightly pressed against Wei Cheng's, Wei Cheng's slender and powerful fingers rested on the back of her hand.

Ke Zhiyan blinked and swallowed slightly.

Wei Cheng took her hand, lowered it slowly, came to them, and gently swayed to the left and right a few times.

"Come on, I'm waiting for you in the semifinals."

Wei Cheng squinted at her and smiled brightly.

Ke Zhiyan felt her heart pounding, and for a moment she seemed to hear the sound of her blood rushing, every cell in her body was screaming, she thought she must be blushing.

The bloody, uncontrolled emotions!

She could only hope that Wei Cheng didn't notice her abnormality, or that Wei Cheng could believe her improvised excuse.

Ke Zhiyan tried his best to restrain himself, and smiled, "Sister Cheng, I'm leaving first, the game is about to start..."

Wei Cheng simply didn't ask any more questions, or she noticed it but didn't point it out, Wei Cheng rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, come on!"

The first half of the game went smoothly. As always, Ke Zhiyan was in the lead, while Dong Rong was inferior to Ke Zhiyan in terms of physical strength and technique.

With a big score of 2:0, Ke Zhiyan wiped his sweat with a towel, took a few sips of water from Director Zhong and raised his head.

"...You must control your rhythm and play the rhythm. Another one is to hold down and hit on the first three boards. Don't be lucky, and be prepared to exert strength..."

Ke Zhiyan drank less than half of the bottle of water with a "gudong gudong" and said "hmmmm" that he understood. Zhong Zhi said a few more words about the application of techniques and tactics. Ke Zhiyan put down the water bottle, picked up the towel from the baffle, and walked back to site.

The mishap began in the third game.

I don't know what Dong Rong read with his notebook during the halftime break, or what her coach whispered to her. She fought very fiercely in this round. Ke Zhiyan gave her a backhand line, and she took the backhand pocket Looking at Ke Zhiyan, Ke Zhiyan took the initiative to change the forehand line, she hugged the diagonal line, and directly connected to the straight line after hitting the diagonal line.

Anyway, how to fight how awkward.

Ke Zhi threw down the racket in frustration, and when he took the towel, he saw the score "6:11" in front of the assistant referee.

Never been so wimpy.

After Zhong Dao handed her the water, he began to conduct a brief analysis of her mistakes and problems in the previous round, and tried to avoid making mistakes in the next round.

At the beginning of the fourth game, Ke Zhiyan brushed past Dong Rong while picking up the racket. At that moment, she was slightly taken aback. Dong Rong seemed to be completely different, from his aura, eyes, and walking posture.

Ke Zhiyan knew what it was.

Dong Rong wanted to win, and her desire to win was very strong.

So when the fourth round was lost like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, Ke Zhiyan hadn't recovered yet.

Until the fifth round, when Ke Zhiyan was dealing with a backhand short ball, he drew the racket and made a fake movement of rubbing the ball. At the same time, he glanced at Dong Rong from the corner of his eye, and found that she was really holding the racket and preparing for it. The pendulum near the stage is short.

When Ke Zhiyan was just learning to play ball when he was a child, and he didn’t know how to quickly judge the rotation and the fast backhand to make the connection, he was always curious about what the rotation looked like in the eyes of others. Did it come with slow motion like in the comics, judging the rotation and preparing to hit the ball? At that moment, the world around you will slow down, and the din of people around you will be quiet. There is only one person, one shot, and one ball in the world.

Thinking about it later, I really thought too much, how could it be blessed with the buff effect.

The ping-pong ball touched the table and bounced instantly. Ke Zhiyan quickly changed the shape of his hands. Just like in usual training, he skillfully stood up the racket and retracted his wrists.

At the same time, my heart skipped a beat.

Damn it!Turn too hard, over the top!

The ping-pong ball had already touched her racket, and she couldn't afford to think about the situation.Although she made a mistake at the beginning, she could only bite the bullet, and at the moment of hitting the ball, all her explosive power was concentrated on her wrist.

Although the quality of this ball was not high due to a small mistake, Ke Zhiyan's follow-up processing was perfect, which added a guarantee for the quality.

If it was someone else, maybe Ke Zhiyan could still be lucky and pray that his opponent would ignore it.But this does not include Dong Rong.

Ke Zhiyan quickly adjusted his posture after hitting the ball, and Dong Rong also caught this mistake very well, and dealt with it when he counterattacked, so that Ke Zhiyan's sideways rush that he was about to connect was useless.

It's a big trouble now.

"11:8, the fifth game, Dong Rongsheng."

Ke Zhiyan stared at the ping-pong ball that was knocked into the air for a second, his vision was blocked by the assistant referee who went to pick it up.

She narrowed her eyes and walked towards Director Zhong. She didn't ask for a water bottle, and quietly waited for Director Zhong to speak with her hands down.

This kind of mistake... She shouldn't have made this kind of mistake. Yesterday she was lying on the bed with the air conditioner on, laughing at the people in the video tape, but today...but today she also made it, exactly the same, with her wrist adducted. The angles are all the same.

What kind of ball is still playing, what is the name of the Chinese team? The second- and third-tier players of the provincial B team know that they must be cautious at this time, their hands should not be stiff, and their fingers should not be too rigid.

Ke Zhiyan suddenly felt wronged in her heart. After playing for so many years, she was finally defeated by a tiny detail...

She raised her hand to wipe her eyes, and then covered them with a towel.

What would Director Zhong scold her for?Was Chen Zhi jumping in anger in the auditorium?What would Chen Huan, Huang Ziyao, and Sun Yuqing think of her?Where is Wang Ying?She snatched her quota and her position, and it ended up like this...

And Sister Cheng...Wei Cheng...she told herself to come on before the game, she said she was waiting for herself in the semi-finals...

The 1-minute intermission actually passed very quickly, and the timer on the table would not slow down by a second because of taking care of Ke Zhiyan's emotions.

Zhong Zheming exhaled, and tried his best to quickly analyze the situation and the points she should pay attention to for Ke Zhiyan.

I don't know if she listened to it or not.

Zhong Zheming glanced at the timer, there were still ten seconds left.

He raised his hand and patted Ke Zhiyan's shoulder, and calmed down his tone to comfort her: "There is nothing to worry about until the final round, and you don't have to be burdened in your mind, just stick to it and fight her as hard as you can."

He wanted to say something else, when the time was up, the referee gestured towards him, Zhong Zheming touched Ke Zhiyan's head, "Put yourself down, and the ball will be considered as a loss."

The sixth game, the tiebreaker.

Dong Rong's mood fluctuated a little, she was only one step away from victory.

Ke Zhiyan forced himself to calm down, and at this point, just as Zhong Zhi said, he had no way out.

Habitually bouncing the table tennis ball a few times on the table, Ke Zhiyan served the ball with a forehand and added side spin.

Halfway out, Dong Rong tore with a backhand, Ke Zhiyan defended with a forehand, Dong Rong made a backhand with a big angle change, Ke Zhiyan reacted quickly, took two steps forward to grab the forehand, the ball was hit in the middle of Dong Rong, and the landing point was a bit high, Dong Rong Press a board with your backhand.

Out of bounds.

"11:9."

Break back a game.