At noon the next day, Wang Chao returned to the imperial capital national team training base with the team.
It was quiet when I went there, and it didn't feel like I was going to participate in a world championship with a lot of bullshit.
It was equally quiet when he came back, not like he had just returned from winning all the medals in the World Series.
This is a completely different treatment from any non-Chinese associations.
This is also the confidence that Huaping has cultivated over decades.
Even if the Olympic champion returns, the head coach will just say "congratulations" with a smile, let alone a weird event like T2 that the coaches don't pay attention to at all?
So everything is business as usual at the training base, training is being done, the floor is being swept, and cooking is being done.
Perhaps even those who sweep the floor and cook would look down upon such a small title.
So at the gate of the base, Ge Miao disbanded the team directly. Then she took the female team members to their territory, while Wang Chao and the other three returned by themselves.
Poor Wang Chao has only been here once, and was guided by He Jingping throughout the whole process. This time he came again, and he didn't even know the road. Fortunately, Lu Feiyang is an old horse who knows his way around, and he is familiar with it, so he grabbed people to ask questions along the way, and as expected, he learned that the coaches had all gone to the training hall.
The three of them went to the training hall and met the big guys as they wished.
The big guys are all gathered together. Although they seem to be relaxed, there is a bit of well-hidden worry in each other's eyes.
Why?
It's not because of He Jingping's crazy words yesterday.
It's great that He Jingping can learn to take responsibility, but the bosses are really worried that He Jingping's attitude will cause secondary harm to Zhu Ding.
This is not a cut in another place, this is another cut in the old scar of seven years of aging.
The first sword is physical damage, and the second sword is magic damage, with a penetration effect of up to 80%.
Absolutely heartbreaking.
So Zhu Zeshi chatted with He Jingping for a long time last night, hoping that he would learn to be more diplomatic, to beat around the bush, and not to be rigid in doing things.
But He Jingping is really as stubborn as a cow, just like Zhu Ding. Otherwise, how could they have been so close since childhood? To explain it in a metaphysical way, there is still some congeniality in this.
So at this moment, all the big guys gathered together to face the three warriors who had returned from the expedition.
It's like a Hongmen Banquet.
The scene at this moment is complex and subtle.
Wang Lu instinctively felt a chill on his back, so he stepped back and assumed a posture like standing on the wall watching the excitement.
Cai Guodong gave up the dignity of being the head coach and also took a step back, but after all, he had the highest status and had to face shame, so he took one less step back than Wang Lu.
Qin Huachang didn't take a step back, folded his arms, smiled, and waited to see Zhumen once again stage a bullshit drama in front of his eyes.
He has watched this show for seven years, and it still has not been finished yet. He doesn't know if today will be the finale or the beginning of the second part.
After thinking urgently, Zhu Zeshi took a step ahead of He Jingping.
He thought clearly: As long as I take my son away first, wouldn't He Jingping not have to face the difficulty of choice?
It is natural for me to pull my son, and no one can say anything about it.
But as soon as he took a step, Zhu Ding on the opposite side also moved.
Together, father and son chose to take the initiative.
At this moment Zhu Zeshi went all out, his pace quickened rapidly, one hand had secretly accumulated strength, and he planned to capture his son without any explanation.
But he forgets that he is old...
At this moment when the two parties were about to meet, the father knew that his son was not interested in him, and the son knew that his father was interested in him, so the son turned sideways and let his father's Nine Yin White Bone Claw catch the air. It was just like Luo someone on the football field dribbling the ball around someone, and then shot a powerful volley - Zhu Ding rushed directly in front of He Jingping.
"I was careless." Zhu Zeshi said in despair, "He had a chance to dodge."
"It's over." At this moment, the same thoughts emerged in the minds of the big guys.
"Little Martial Uncle." Zhu Ding smiled and said, "I'm back."
He Jingping's eyes were a little red, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.
He has wanted to hear this "Little Martial Uncle" for seven years, but he didn't hear it until Zhu Ding returned to the imperial capital last time. Until today, he finally heard it.
He reached out and wanted to touch Zhu Ding's head like he did before, but found that Zhu Ding was already half a head above him, so he lowered his hand again.
This scene was exactly the same as when he first met Wang Chao at the national team base a few days ago.
"Okay, okay." He Jingping used a lot of effort to speak clearly, "Just come back..."
Then he was speechless again.
Really don't know what to say.
Zhu Ding smiled and said, "Then, I will ask for your advice in the future."
This sentence is very different from seven years ago.
At that time, Zhu Ding was talking to He Jingping carelessly and heartlessly. It was the kind of state where he was truly his own person and had no scruples. But now that he has finally grown up, he knows that he needs a buffer period, and Little Martial Uncle also needs a buffer period.
He would do it all over again.
"Nonsense." Zhu Zeshi scolded from the side, "You Little Martial Uncle already have two disciples, how can you still have the energy to take care of you... You are my son, just follow me from now on."
Zhu Ding was not worried. Instead, he looked at his own father strangely and said, "Who said I want to become a disciple?"
Zhu Zeshi: "?"
"I just want to play ball, and I don't want to go out to compete." Zhu Ding said matter-of-factly, "Don't Little Martial Uncle's disciples need sparring? Look at me, I am the newly minted T2 Diamond Match runner-up. I have played in professional leagues for seven years. In terms of competition experience, am I worse than Liu Shu?"
The Liu Shu he is talking about is currently a senior coach in the national team. He has coached the main players of the national team for three times. He is 31 years old this year. He has worked hard and achieved great results. He is grateful and respected by all the team members. He is a true unsung hero.
In fact, Zhu Ding was able to go to T2 because he occupied the quota of Liu Shu.
After he said this, the atmosphere at the scene was a bit subtle, because no one expected such a result.
After a long time, Cai Guodong said, "We have watched your games these past few days. You broke and then stood up again. Your current style of play is very interesting. We think you have a good future."
Zhu Ding said, "I know."
"No, you don't know." Cai Guodong shook his head. "The game you played with Wang Chao yesterday was really interesting in some parts, and even made a few of us feel very inspired, so we agreed that although you are a bit older, "It's a bit late to join the team, but as long as we continue to explore along this path, it is definitely possible to find a new path in the future. It may be a path that no one has ever taken in the history of Huaping. We dare not say that this path will definitely work, but... the upper limit of this path will definitely not be low. "
Zhu Ding nodded. "I can feel it."
Cai Guodong said seriously, "So you don't have to be angry. I think the teacher who is really suitable for you is Old Qin. He has the most clever ideas and the most flexible brain. He can help you study together. If you are willing, I will make the decision and let Old Qin accept you as my disciple. In the next three years, I guarantee that you will get at least one open gold medal."
Zhu Ding said "hmm" to express his understanding. Cai Guodong looked happy, but Zhu Ding then said, "But I don't want to."
Zhu Zeshi was a little annoyed and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Ding!"
"Don't put your father's status on me again, it's useless." Zhu Ding waved his hand, obviously already aware of Zhu Zeshi's style. "Head coach, I admit that what you said is reasonable, but Huaping is now In the older generation there is Dragon Team, in the next generation there is Luo Jiu, and in the next generation there is Wang Chao, and in the next generation... I heard that Coach Qin accepted a super powerful disciple?"
He smiled, "Then what difference does it make if you have me or not?"
Cai Guodong said, "There is a difference..."
"There is no difference." Zhu Ding's voice became domineering, forcibly interrupting Cai Guodong: "Let me tell you straight, I'm showing off my cards. I'm not a good young man who loves the motherland. I don't even like table tennis. I played every day when I was a kid, just because other friends were afraid of me and wouldn't play with me., I can only play with Little Martial Uncle. If I play well, Little Martial Uncle will praise me. I like this feeling very much. Then I continue to play just because I want to win a game and want Little Martial Uncle to see how good I am. But now, I already have everything I want, so I don't want to go out to compete."
There was silence.
Several bosses were a little shocked, and Zhu Zeshi was so angry that his eyes were burning.
There is actually a table tennis player who openly admits that he does not want to play the game or win glory for the country. Zhu Zeshi is an old-school thinker. He feels that his son is simply rebellious, unwilling to make progress, and willing to degenerate. His words made him feel on pins and needles, like a lump in his throat, like a thorn in his back.
"What's wrong with me wanting to be a sparring partner? Back then, you wanted Dragon Team to be a full-time sparring partner. There is also Liu Shu, who has been a sparring partner for more than ten years and has never even played in an international competition. But within us, who dares to look down on him? He got married a few years ago, and the entire coaching staff of the Chinese Table Tennis Team came to congratulate him. What an honor it is?"
Zhu Ding's voice echoed in the empty training hall, "I don't care, I'm just disobedient, paranoid, and determined to have my own way. Anyway, it's not the first day you've known me, so I'm going to ask you a question now."
He looked at Cai Guodong and said seriously, "I apply to be a full-time training partner for the national team. Will you accept my application?"
Cai Guodong people are stupid.
He looked at Zhu Zeshi.
Zhu Zeshi was not as angry as he imagined. Instead, at this moment, there was a hint of deep-hidden relief in his eyes. He nodded imperceptibly at Cai Guodong, and when he turned his head, he looked furious again.
So Cai Guodong realized it.
It turns out that Old Zhu is also a duplicitous person...
Poor Zhu Ding, this child, spoke righteously and eloquently, and felt that this moment was the highlight moment for him to fight for his own destiny, but he didn't know that even his rebellion at this moment, in fact, might have been expected by his father, right?
Although it was a pity, Cai Guodong weighed it carefully in his heart and felt that Zhu Ding being a sparring partner would be an excellent solution.
So he sighed pretending to be sad, looked at Zhu Ding deeply, and said helplessly, "Okay, I agree."
Little did he know that Wang Chao, who was watching the fun next to him, lived in the body of a forty-year-old soul. He was as thick-faced and sinister as them. He had already clearly seen the communication between him and Zhu Zeshi, and at this moment, none of them could hold back, and burst out laughing.
This smile was quite abrupt, and everyone looked over subconsciously. Cai Guodong said, "Wang Chao, what are you laughing at?"
Wang Chao was about to think of a way to hide it, but he heard someone outside shouting, "Qin Huachang, are you in there, right? I know you must be there, give me back my son!"
The voice is familiar.
Qin Huachang felt like his scalp was exploding, and the face that was smiling and watching the show suddenly collapsed, and jumped up like a frightened rabbit. "It's over, it's over, she's here again, my God, I can't let anyone survive this day... Head coach, I'll get out of the way first, and you can help me block her."
But it's too late.
A middle-aged woman rushed in boldly and saw Old Qin at a glance. She rushed up in three steps and two steps. She was full of aura. Several bosses tried to avoid her, but she grabbed Qin Huachang by the skirt and said angrily, "Where on earth did Xiao Dong go?"
This is an old acquaintance, Liancheng City Sister Fan.
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