"Why is this happening! Cui Pengfei should be very slow to warm up!" Zhang Benjiuwang looked at the score. The 10-0 number made him feel overwhelmed.
Cui Pengfei was about to win the first game, but Zhang Benjiuwang still failed to score a point.
For Harimoto Jiuwang, the script has completely gone astray. Cui Pengfei did not slow down. On the contrary, Cui Pengfei was in very good shape at the beginning of the game. He completed several difficult technical moves. Relatively relaxed.
The score of 10 to 0 can be said to be several levels different. However, the audience at the scene was not surprised by this score. In everyone's opinion, this is a reflection of the normal strength of both sides.
It was Cui Pengfei's turn to serve again. At this time, Cui Pengfei was still expressionless and his eyelids were drooped, as if he hadn't woken up.
"Ahem!" On the coaching bench, Gu Zhizhong suddenly coughed twice violently, but his coughing seemed extremely deliberate. People around him could tell that Gu Zhizhong was pretending to cough.
The broadcast camera happened to be focused on Gu Zhizhong at this time, capturing his coughing appearance.
"This is about to give the ball away!" When people saw this scene, they all knew it.
In the case of 10-0, it is also a tradition of national table tennis to give the opponent a ball so that he does not get such an embarrassing score as zero. Gu Zhizhong was worried that Cui Pengfei would get high and forget about it, so he simply coughed loudly twice to remind Cui Pengfei.
Cui Pengfei didn't like this kind of window-dressing project. He felt that his skills were inferior and he deserved to swallow zero eggs. However, since Gu Zhizhong had given instructions, Cui Pengfei had no choice but to follow them.
Cui Pengfei casually served but failed to hit the net, making the score 10-1. Zhang Benjiuwang finally got his first point!
"Oh, Cui Pengfei still conceded a goal at 10-0."
"It's just that this concession is too careless. If the ball is served so casually without hitting the net, even a fool can see that this is a deliberate concession."
"Yeah, although the handicap is just a formality, I still pretend to hit a few beats. This kind of handicap really looks too fake."
The audience started talking, and there was even a round of applause.
This applause may be to celebrate Zhang Benjiuwang's first score of the game, or it may be to cheer for Cui Pengfei's handicap.
However, this applause fell into Zhang Benjiuwang's ears, but it seemed like a deliberate mockery.
Harimoto Jiuwang's face turned red after scoring the first point. The current result was something he had never thought about before the game. He came here full of confidence and was ready to win the first game to prove that he was really good. He has the strength of a first-class professional player, but reality slaps him in the face so mercilessly, making him feel endless sadness.
"Give the ball, I'm actually going to be given the ball! Can't I even win a ball? I have to rely on others' charity to get a point!"
This time the ball was given up, it was like a heavy hammer, which directly destroyed Harimoto Jiuwang's confidence.
At this moment, Harimoto Jiuwang's mentality was already somewhat unbalanced, and he also made the lowest-level mistakes in his subsequent serves.
One of Zhang Benjiuwang's serves failed to hit the net, locking the score in the first game at 11-1. It's just that Zhang Benjiuwang really made a mistake, unlike Cui Pengfei who conceded the ball.
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Gu Zhizhong's expression seemed very relaxed, and he didn't even give Cui Pengfei any guidance during the break.
Kimura Chuichi had a solemn expression on his face. Although he had expected to lose this game, he did not expect such a disastrous defeat in the first game.
Moreover, Cui Pengfei showed a fiery state at the beginning of the game, which directly disrupted Kimura Chuichi's plan. All the tactical arrangements that Kimura Chuichi had originally prepared were suddenly useless.
In fact, the gap in strength between the two sides is so huge that tactics cannot make up for it.
The second game started with another 8-0.
At this time, Cui Pengfei also began to relax, and Zhang Benjiuwang also scored his second score.
The score in the second game was finally settled at 11-2, which was still a hopeless point difference.
At the beginning of the third game, Cui Pengfei took a 5-0 lead.
Zhang Benjiuwang's eyes had become dull, and he had the urge to cry.
"Is there really such a big gap between me and Cui Pengfei? In front of him, I don't even have the possibility to fight back!"
A sense of powerlessness sprouted from the depths of Zhang Benjiuwang's heart and gradually spread throughout his body. It's like a mature dandelion being blown away by the wind, flying into the air with its seeds, spreading all over the earth.
At this moment, Zhang Benjiuwang even had doubts about himself. He began to doubt whether he was suitable for playing table tennis.
Because of his parents, Harimoto Jiuwang started practicing table tennis when he was two years old. When he was seven years old, he began to stand out. Not only did he have no opponents among his peers, even his seniors who were older than him often Defeated at his hands. At that time, he was called a "genius child" by the Japanese media and was the hope for the future of Japanese table tennis.
With the name of a so-called genius, he entered the international arena at the age of twelve and was known as the youngest athlete in the ITTF Open.
In the following years, Harimoto Jiuwang continued to participate in various competitions and defeated adult opponents one after another, and his world ranking also entered the top 50.
This ranking makes Harimoto Jiuwang feel that he has the ability to challenge the world's top table tennis players. However, today, the actual score tells him that the gap between him and the top in the world is not even a little bit.
The game reached the third game, and Harimoto Jiuwang lost again by a big score.
This feeling of no hope at all made Zhang Benjiuwang feel extremely painful. He even began to be afraid of playing and facing Cui Pengfei. In his heart, he even hoped that the game would end quickly. Deep in his heart, he even There was an urge to escape from the field.
It's just that in international table tennis competitions, individual singles knockout rounds usually adopt a best-of-seven game system, so Harimoto Jiuwang still needs to finish the fourth game before he can leave. And this fourth game was simply a painful ordeal for him!
Zhang Benjiuwang has never lost so miserably. Facing Cui Pengfei, who has already entered the game, it has become a luxury for him to even fight back.
Finally, in the fourth game, after losing three games in a row, Harimoto Jiuwang's mentality was completely unbalanced, and even the most basic movement of receiving the serve showed technical deformation.
"Zhang Benjiuwang completely collapsed." A satisfied smile appeared on Gu Zhizhong's face. His goal had been achieved.
The biggest problem for young athletes like Zhang Benjiuwang is not the technical aspect, but the immaturity of the mind. A young athlete aged fourteen or fifteen will definitely not have the mind of an adult. Especially when encountering setbacks, the mentality of adults can bear it, but men who are underage are prone to psychological shadows. The hormones produced in adolescence at this time are simply disastrous substances.
The psychological shadows we often talk about often arise in adolescence. There are often similar plots in TV dramas. Because someone had a miserable experience when he was young, he became a perverted murderer when he grew up.
In today's game, this kind of beating experience obviously left a huge shadow in Harimoto Jiuwang's heart. For him who is only fifteen years old, it may take a lot of time to get over this kind of thing. Come out of the psychological shadow, or maybe you will live in this shadow for the rest of your life.
In fact, if Harimoto Jiuwang set a relatively low goal for himself at the beginning, maybe the situation would be better, but his psychological expectations for himself were too high, which actually harmed him.
"Too weak! What a genius boy? When I was fifteen years old, I was much stronger than him." Cui Pengfei curled his lips, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
Indeed, at the age of fifteen, Cui Pengfei had already entered the first national team, and had defeated the main players of the national table tennis team many times. In comparison, the current Harimoto Jiuwang may be a little reluctant to enter the second national team.
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On the field, in the fourth game, Zhang Benjiuwang looked at the 10-0 score, tears rolling down from his eyes uncontrollably.
The situation at this time has exceeded the psychological limit that Zhang Benjiuwang can bear.
"Oh my god, why did I make you cry?" Cui Pengfei finally felt ashamed of bullying the weak.
"Hurry up and give up another ball!" Cui Pengfei thought silently in his heart.