On June 3rd, the third day of the VNL in Brazil, the Brazilian team was about to face the Chinese team on their home turf.
It seemed that the Brazilians had encountered some issues with their plan. Originally, they intended to have two matches simultaneously in two different stadiums: Japan vs South Korea and China vs Brazil. However, the air conditioning in the stadium for Japan vs South Korea broke down. Consequently, the organizers had no choice but to inform Japan and South Korea to arrive at the venue at two in the afternoon and play their match earlier.
Volleyball venues have strict temperature requirements, and if the air conditioning doesn’t work, the officials from the International Volleyball Federation will have objections.
Fortunately, since the infamous incident at the green diving pool at the Rio Olympics, the public’s expectations for Brazil’s ability to host events had significantly lowered. Particularly, the spectators who originally only wanted to watch the Brazil team play didn’t mind arriving early to watch the Japan vs South Korea match.
Feeling bored, Qin Chunxiao also arrived early at the venue. For the Chinese players, South Korea and Japanese were like a pair of rising stars in Asia. They weren’t weak per se, as the athletes worked hard, and their techniques and tactics were developed quite well.
However, the current Chinese team had gathered a group of talented players. Since they defeated Argentina, many fans believed that they had stepped into the ranks of first-class strong teams. When they looked at the South Korean and Japanese teams, it was difficult not to look down on them from a certain angle.
Qin Chunxiao heard Qiao Mingming point out, “These two teams are lacking in height. If they encounter a team with a strong block, they’re doomed.”
Liu Yueloureplied, “But their floor defense is good, and they’re skillful in receiving. As long as they get the ball up, they can immediately counter-attack in defense, grinding down their opponents bit by bit. It’s not easy to completely defeat them.”
This was the tactic they used in the World Youth Championship, but at that time, their defense was quite rough. Players like Qiao Mingming and Min Yaoyang didn’t contribute much in defense, and it relied entirely on Qin Chunxiao, with a libero playing his life on the backcourt. If it weren’t for the traditional strong point of China’s team—blocking—acting as cover for the reception, Liu Junyue doubted that Qin Chunxiao would have held on until the finals.
Now, their small-ball skills were far inferior to the Japanese team.
But evaluating a team’s overall strength was more complex. For example, the Japanese team had a defense score of 10 and an attack score of 6, totaling 16.
The Chinese team had a defense score of 9 and an attack score of 9, totaling 18, which was two more than the Japanese team.
Of course, the actual calculation of the strength of the two teams couldn’t be as crude as this, especially considering the players’ abilities and their current states. It was difficult to quantify their combat power with just numbers.
Qin Chunxiao reminded, “We also need to rely on our defense and counterattacks when facing Brazil.”
That’s right. This was precisely the reason they came to watch this match. Thinking about it, the expressions of Qin Chunxiao’s teammates became serious. Ding Rong even took out a notebook to jot down some notes.
Mao Xunfeng said, “Haven’t you guys researched the Japanese team thoroughly before?”
Ding Rong looked at the court, his writing hand not stopping. “Isn’t that your task, those of you playing in the Japanese league? Just like how Chunxiao and the others researched Russia, Xiao Ji and Mingming researched Italy. Oh yeah, why didn’t Chunxiao accept the invitation from Brazil back then?”
Qin Chunxiao replied, “Because I’ve already watched a lot of Brazilian matches during my free time. So I was more interested in seeing the teams from the Russian Super League, which I hadn’t researched before.”
Just then, someone behind them spoke in hesitant English, “Are you guys the Chinese team? I’m your fan!”
Qin Chunxiao turned around and saw a young man. He seemed to be around 1.8 meters tall, and his voice had that distinctive androgynous hoarseness of adolescence. He had wheat-colored skin with a few freckles on his nose, and his features were quite handsome.
He replied in Portuguese, “Thank you for your support.”
“Wow, Misha Qin, you can speak Portuguese, that’s cool!” The young boy held a notebook and said, “I also play volleyball as a setter. I really admire your defense. Can I have your autograph?”
“Of course, what’s your name?”
“Feliciano. I study at a nearby elementary school.”
Qin Chunxiao wrote in Portuguese, “Wishing Feliciano good health and enjoying every moment with volleyball.”
After the kid was called away by his sister, a curvy and beautiful woman, the others in the team curiously asked, “Chunxiao, is this handsome guy your foreign fan?”
Qin Chunxiao’s mouth twitched, “Yeah, and he’s still an elementary school student.”
“Really?” The teammates expressed some surprise but remained calm. In the field of volleyball, there were plenty of 1.8-meter-tall kids in elementary school.
As the tallest player in the team, 2.11-meter-tall You Ziyu added, “When I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, I was already 1.85 meters tall. No one believed I was still in elementary school. Many of my classmates’ parents were shorter than me. I was the one cleaning the high windows during cleanup time.”
Li Ling chimed in, “I had a similar experience. When I was in the third grade, some people thought I was already in middle school. In our team, only Chunxiao had a normal child’s physique during elementary school… Ah!”
Qin Chunxiao withdrew his hand without expression.
After the match between Japan and South Korea ended, the staff immediately began to prepare the court for the next match, and the audience took selfies and went to the restroom.
The Chinese team put on their sunglasses. Qiao Mingming had one arm around You Ziyu and the other around Kong Duojin. The three tall athletes walked to the front of the team with a serious expression. They were followed by Fu Biyang and Min Yaoyang, both also wearing sunglasses. Even Lao Niu wore only a black tank top, showing off his muscular arms, exuding a strong masculine aura.
Qin Chunxiao trailed behind the team, looking pure and innocent, like a small white rabbit with blue eyes.
Being with this group of people all day, it was no wonder that passersby always felt that Qin Chunxiao was delicate and fragile, which was a misunderstanding created by these muscular men.
Qin Chunxiao unzipped the team uniform to reveal the yellow jersey inside. He was wearing the usual black short-sleeved undershirt inside and safety pants underneath. Then he started putting on protective gear.
Newton began to emphasize the main points of the match, “The current world ranking of the Brazilian men’s volleyball team is second, only behind Russia. But their overall strength is very strong, balanced in both attack and defense, and their age structure is very well-planned.”
Old Niu laid out a chart, showing the positions and ages of the Brazilian players in a step-like manner. “Look, they have both players from the 1990s and the 1995s in every position. Only the main setter, Caique, is from the 1985s. He has played in the 2008 Beijing Olympics, so he’s experienced and not easy to deal with.”
“Their main opposite, Cristian, is absent due to injury, and it’s highly likely that Dominick will take his place. Remember, Dominique is a player in the rising period, so don’t judge him based on last year’s impressions. Be cautious!”
“There’s an undeniable gap in strength between us and Brazil, but you are all spirited individuals. I have only one request for this match, and that is to give it your all! Give your all to save any ball you can save, give your all to get every point you can. Forget about the burden of winning or losing. Just give it your all.”
After several consecutive wins, China’s world ranking had indeed risen, but it was still far behind the world’s second-ranked Brazil.
China’s men’s volleyball team had been away from the top stage for a long time. Since 1984, except for the large number of countries that didn’t participate in the Olympics that year, and the host quota in 2008, they had missed many Olympic Games, which was in stark contrast to the women’s volleyball team next door, which almost never missed a single one.
Everyone should have dreams, just like Lao Niu. He works hard to become a small leader to lead the rise of the Chinese men’s volleyball team, with the first goal of securing an Olympic berth and the ultimate goal of winning an Olympic gold medal.
Now facing Brazil, it was a precious opportunity for them. This group of young players, who had just experienced a major upgrade, needed strong opponents to ground their somewhat inflated hearts and saw the gap between themselves and top-level teams.
Lao Niu briefly described the characteristics of the opposing players, including how Joshua was good at hitting cross-court shots but not as proficient with straight shots. Therefore, when blocking Joshua, it was better to let him hit straight shots rather than allowing him to hit cross-court shots over the net. Otherwise, Qin Chunxiao would be under immense pressure.
Similarly, for Dominique, he had refined his skills even more now. Be cautious not to be deceived by his fake hits, and the front-row blockers should watch out. Once Dominique tries to use a fake hit, they should avoid getting touched by his elbow or hand.
The match was about to begin, and Newton took out his notebook, “Today’s starting lineup: main hitters Qiao Mingming and Liu Yuelou, setter Ding Rong, opposite hitters Fu Biyang and Kong Duojin, receiver You Ziyu, and libero… Qin Chunxiao.”
When they saw Qin Chunxiao’s yellow jersey, those wearing blue jerseys knew that he would be playing as a libero today.
But seeing Qin Chunxiao standing in the back row, at the No. 6 position, Du Xiaofeng and Xiong Wu exchanged a glance and felt the pressure.
They had always been well aware of one thing – whenever Qin Chunxiao played as a libero, the two of them could only sit on the bench.
But they never expected this day to come so soon.
You Ziyu picked up the volleyball, silently saying to himself: “I need to serve a float serve, and it’s best to place it between the setter and main hitter. It will influence whoever receives the ball and prevent the libero from going to make a rescue. But it’s not easy to control the direction of a float serve. Sometimes, even the player themselves can’t predict where it will go.”
The pressure Brazil could bring to the players was tremendous.
You Ziyu took a deep breath and tossed the ball into the air before jumping to serve.
Brazil’s libero, Billy, saw the trajectory and shouted, “Out!”
The referee signaled a point for Brazil, and the score was 0:1 in favor of Brazil.
You Ziyu clenched his fist.
Qin Chunxiao whispered, “It’s alright.” Everyone makes mistakes.
You Ziyu sighed, “I wasted an opportunity. It’s my fault.”
In team sports, sometimes when a player’s mistake leads to a lost point, some players would point to themselves or pat their chests, indicating that they made the mistake and expressing apologies to their teammates.
But You Ziyu wasn’t someone who would push the blame onto others.
Next, it was the turn of the opposing team’s captain, Brazil’s starting setter, the 32-year-old veteran Caique to serve.
32 years old was an awkward age for athletes. In theory, their physical abilities should begin to decline, but if well maintained, the decline wouldn’t be too severe, and their techniques would become more refined, compensating for the reduced physicality.
Caique was the type who maintained himself well, and his serve had been a highly reliable “weapon” for the Brazilian national team since the 2008 Beijing Olympics. His peak serve speed had set a world record at the time!
The bearded man’s relaxed face tossed the ball, and in the next instant, a ball with a speed of at least 130 km/h came smashing towards the Chinese team, directly targeting Ding Rong.
In the past, when facing such a ball, the player responsible for receiving the ball would shout “Mine” to indicate that they would take the ball. However, at this moment, Qin Chunxiao didn’t have time to say anything. He instinctively dove for the ball.
With a beautiful dive, Qin Chunxiao sprawled on the ground, making contact with the ball on the back of his hand. The pain quickly transmitted to his brain, and then the ball flew out of bounds. Ding Rong tried to chase it, but couldn’t catch up.
Qin Chunxiao managed to receive the ball. He got up, clapped his hand on his back, and pointed to himself. This time, he didn’t pass the ball well – it was his fault. But his teammates shook their heads, gesturing not to worry about it.
The score was now 0:2.
As Brazil served again, Caique, standing at the No. 6 position like Qin Chunxiao, tapped the ball and said to Billy, “His receiving level isn’t as good as yours.”
Billy snorted, “That kid is still at the age of playing in the World Youth Championship. It’s too much to ask him to receive your serves.”
Caique said, “I won’t go easy on him just because he’s young. Competitive sports don’t care about age.”
Saying that, he once again delivered a powerful jump serve to the Chinese team. But this time, he was surprised to find that Qin Chunxiao had positioned himself earlier.
The young boy knelt on the ground, his knee protected by a knee pad, and with a steady expression, he skillfully placed the ball in front of Ding Rong. Ding Rong immediately set it, and Qiao Mingming jumped and executed a quick attack.
The score became 1:2, and China earned a point!
The previously blocked Dominique patted himself, saying, “Sorry, my take-off was slow.”
Joshua comforted him with a smile, “It’s okay.”
However, Caique was stunned. It was the first time he encountered such a situation – a 17-year-old kid from a non-strong team, who had already perfectly received his serve on the second attempt.
Moreover, seeing Qin Chunxiao got up and moved his wrists and composure after receiving the ball, it was clear that he didn’t do it by luck.
In his mind, Qin Chunxiao muttered to himself. Compared to the Caique he faced in the Brazilian league in his previous life, the 32-year-old Caique now was much more formidable.
It was worth mentioning that Caique was also a disciple of Mars. So when Mars trained Qin Chunxiao, he specifically had Caique come over to be Qin Chunxiao’s practice partner.
Qin Chunxiao’s skills in receiving top-level serves were cultivated starting with Caique.
On June 3rd, the third day of the VNL in Brazil, the Brazilian team was about to face the Chinese team on their home turf.
It seemed that the Brazilians had encountered some issues with their plan. Originally, they intended to have two matches simultaneously in two different stadiums: Japan vs South Korea and China vs Brazil. However, the air conditioning in the stadium for Japan vs South Korea broke down. Consequently, the organizers had no choice but to inform Japan and South Korea to arrive at the venue at two in the afternoon and play their match earlier.
Volleyball venues have strict temperature requirements, and if the air conditioning doesn’t work, the officials from the International Volleyball Federation will have objections.
Fortunately, since the infamous incident at the green diving pool at the Rio Olympics, the public’s expectations for Brazil’s ability to host events had significantly lowered. Particularly, the spectators who originally only wanted to watch the Brazil team play didn’t mind arriving early to watch the Japan vs South Korea match.
Feeling bored, Qin Chunxiao also arrived early at the venue. For the Chinese players, South Korea and Japanese were like a pair of rising stars in Asia. They weren’t weak per se, as the athletes worked hard, and their techniques and tactics were developed quite well.
However, the current Chinese team had gathered a group of talented players. Since they defeated Argentina, many fans believed that they had stepped into the ranks of first-class strong teams. When they looked at the South Korean and Japanese teams, it was difficult not to look down on them from a certain angle.
Qin Chunxiao heard Qiao Mingming point out, “These two teams are lacking in height. If they encounter a team with a strong block, they’re doomed.”
Liu Yueloureplied, “But their floor defense is good, and they’re skillful in receiving. As long as they get the ball up, they can immediately counter-attack in defense, grinding down their opponents bit by bit. It’s not easy to completely defeat them.”
This was the tactic they used in the World Youth Championship, but at that time, their defense was quite rough. Players like Qiao Mingming and Min Yaoyang didn’t contribute much in defense, and it relied entirely on Qin Chunxiao, with a libero playing his life on the backcourt. If it weren’t for the traditional strong point of China’s team—blocking—acting as cover for the reception, Liu Junyue doubted that Qin Chunxiao would have held on until the finals.
Now, their small-ball skills were far inferior to the Japanese team.
But evaluating a team’s overall strength was more complex. For example, the Japanese team had a defense score of 10 and an attack score of 6, totaling 16.
The Chinese team had a defense score of 9 and an attack score of 9, totaling 18, which was two more than the Japanese team.
Of course, the actual calculation of the strength of the two teams couldn’t be as crude as this, especially considering the players’ abilities and their current states. It was difficult to quantify their combat power with just numbers.
Qin Chunxiao reminded, “We also need to rely on our defense and counterattacks when facing Brazil.”
That’s right. This was precisely the reason they came to watch this match. Thinking about it, the expressions of Qin Chunxiao’s teammates became serious. Ding Rong even took out a notebook to jot down some notes.
Mao Xunfeng said, “Haven’t you guys researched the Japanese team thoroughly before?”
Ding Rong looked at the court, his writing hand not stopping. “Isn’t that your task, those of you playing in the Japanese league? Just like how Chunxiao and the others researched Russia, Xiao Ji and Mingming researched Italy. Oh yeah, why didn’t Chunxiao accept the invitation from Brazil back then?”
Qin Chunxiao replied, “Because I’ve already watched a lot of Brazilian matches during my free time. So I was more interested in seeing the teams from the Russian Super League, which I hadn’t researched before.”
Just then, someone behind them spoke in hesitant English, “Are you guys the Chinese team? I’m your fan!”
Qin Chunxiao turned around and saw a young man. He seemed to be around 1.8 meters tall, and his voice had that distinctive androgynous hoarseness of adolescence. He had wheat-colored skin with a few freckles on his nose, and his features were quite handsome.
He replied in Portuguese, “Thank you for your support.”
“Wow, Misha Qin, you can speak Portuguese, that’s cool!” The young boy held a notebook and said, “I also play volleyball as a setter. I really admire your defense. Can I have your autograph?”
“Of course, what’s your name?”
“Feliciano. I study at a nearby elementary school.”
Qin Chunxiao wrote in Portuguese, “Wishing Feliciano good health and enjoying every moment with volleyball.”
After the kid was called away by his sister, a curvy and beautiful woman, the others in the team curiously asked, “Chunxiao, is this handsome guy your foreign fan?”
Qin Chunxiao’s mouth twitched, “Yeah, and he’s still an elementary school student.”
“Really?” The teammates expressed some surprise but remained calm. In the field of volleyball, there were plenty of 1.8-meter-tall kids in elementary school.
As the tallest player in the team, 2.11-meter-tall You Ziyu added, “When I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, I was already 1.85 meters tall. No one believed I was still in elementary school. Many of my classmates’ parents were shorter than me. I was the one cleaning the high windows during cleanup time.”
Li Ling chimed in, “I had a similar experience. When I was in the third grade, some people thought I was already in middle school. In our team, only Chunxiao had a normal child’s physique during elementary school… Ah!”
Qin Chunxiao withdrew his hand without expression.
After the match between Japan and South Korea ended, the staff immediately began to prepare the court for the next match, and the audience took selfies and went to the restroom.
The Chinese team put on their sunglasses. Qiao Mingming had one arm around You Ziyu and the other around Kong Duojin. The three tall athletes walked to the front of the team with a serious expression. They were followed by Fu Biyang and Min Yaoyang, both also wearing sunglasses. Even Lao Niu wore only a black tank top, showing off his muscular arms, exuding a strong masculine aura.
Qin Chunxiao trailed behind the team, looking pure and innocent, like a small white rabbit with blue eyes.
Being with this group of people all day, it was no wonder that passersby always felt that Qin Chunxiao was delicate and fragile, which was a misunderstanding created by these muscular men.
Qin Chunxiao unzipped the team uniform to reveal the yellow jersey inside. He was wearing the usual black short-sleeved undershirt inside and safety pants underneath. Then he started putting on protective gear.
Newton began to emphasize the main points of the match, “The current world ranking of the Brazilian men’s volleyball team is second, only behind Russia. But their overall strength is very strong, balanced in both attack and defense, and their age structure is very well-planned.”
Old Niu laid out a chart, showing the positions and ages of the Brazilian players in a step-like manner. “Look, they have both players from the 1990s and the 1995s in every position. Only the main setter, Caique, is from the 1985s. He has played in the 2008 Beijing Olympics, so he’s experienced and not easy to deal with.”
“Their main opposite, Cristian, is absent due to injury, and it’s highly likely that Dominick will take his place. Remember, Dominique is a player in the rising period, so don’t judge him based on last year’s impressions. Be cautious!”
“There’s an undeniable gap in strength between us and Brazil, but you are all spirited individuals. I have only one request for this match, and that is to give it your all! Give your all to save any ball you can save, give your all to get every point you can. Forget about the burden of winning or losing. Just give it your all.”
After several consecutive wins, China’s world ranking had indeed risen, but it was still far behind the world’s second-ranked Brazil.
China’s men’s volleyball team had been away from the top stage for a long time. Since 1984, except for the large number of countries that didn’t participate in the Olympics that year, and the host quota in 2008, they had missed many Olympic Games, which was in stark contrast to the women’s volleyball team next door, which almost never missed a single one.
Everyone should have dreams, just like Lao Niu. He works hard to become a small leader to lead the rise of the Chinese men’s volleyball team, with the first goal of securing an Olympic berth and the ultimate goal of winning an Olympic gold medal.
Now facing Brazil, it was a precious opportunity for them. This group of young players, who had just experienced a major upgrade, needed strong opponents to ground their somewhat inflated hearts and saw the gap between themselves and top-level teams.
Lao Niu briefly described the characteristics of the opposing players, including how Joshua was good at hitting cross-court shots but not as proficient with straight shots. Therefore, when blocking Joshua, it was better to let him hit straight shots rather than allowing him to hit cross-court shots over the net. Otherwise, Qin Chunxiao would be under immense pressure.
Similarly, for Dominique, he had refined his skills even more now. Be cautious not to be deceived by his fake hits, and the front-row blockers should watch out. Once Dominique tries to use a fake hit, they should avoid getting touched by his elbow or hand.
The match was about to begin, and Newton took out his notebook, “Today’s starting lineup: main hitters Qiao Mingming and Liu Yuelou, setter Ding Rong, opposite hitters Fu Biyang and Kong Duojin, receiver You Ziyu, and libero… Qin Chunxiao.”
When they saw Qin Chunxiao’s yellow jersey, those wearing blue jerseys knew that he would be playing as a libero today.
But seeing Qin Chunxiao standing in the back row, at the No. 6 position, Du Xiaofeng and Xiong Wu exchanged a glance and felt the pressure.
They had always been well aware of one thing – whenever Qin Chunxiao played as a libero, the two of them could only sit on the bench.
But they never expected this day to come so soon.
You Ziyu picked up the volleyball, silently saying to himself: “I need to serve a float serve, and it’s best to place it between the setter and main hitter. It will influence whoever receives the ball and prevent the libero from going to make a rescue. But it’s not easy to control the direction of a float serve. Sometimes, even the player themselves can’t predict where it will go.”
The pressure Brazil could bring to the players was tremendous.
You Ziyu took a deep breath and tossed the ball into the air before jumping to serve.
Brazil’s libero, Billy, saw the trajectory and shouted, “Out!”
The referee signaled a point for Brazil, and the score was 0:1 in favor of Brazil.
You Ziyu clenched his fist.
Qin Chunxiao whispered, “It’s alright.” Everyone makes mistakes.
You Ziyu sighed, “I wasted an opportunity. It’s my fault.”
In team sports, sometimes when a player’s mistake leads to a lost point, some players would point to themselves or pat their chests, indicating that they made the mistake and expressing apologies to their teammates.
But You Ziyu wasn’t someone who would push the blame onto others.
Next, it was the turn of the opposing team’s captain, Brazil’s starting setter, the 32-year-old veteran Caique to serve.
32 years old was an awkward age for athletes. In theory, their physical abilities should begin to decline, but if well maintained, the decline wouldn’t be too severe, and their techniques would become more refined, compensating for the reduced physicality.
Caique was the type who maintained himself well, and his serve had been a highly reliable “weapon” for the Brazilian national team since the 2008 Beijing Olympics. His peak serve speed had set a world record at the time!
The bearded man’s relaxed face tossed the ball, and in the next instant, a ball with a speed of at least 130 km/h came smashing towards the Chinese team, directly targeting Ding Rong.
In the past, when facing such a ball, the player responsible for receiving the ball would shout “Mine” to indicate that they would take the ball. However, at this moment, Qin Chunxiao didn’t have time to say anything. He instinctively dove for the ball.
With a beautiful dive, Qin Chunxiao sprawled on the ground, making contact with the ball on the back of his hand. The pain quickly transmitted to his brain, and then the ball flew out of bounds. Ding Rong tried to chase it, but couldn’t catch up.
Qin Chunxiao managed to receive the ball. He got up, clapped his hand on his back, and pointed to himself. This time, he didn’t pass the ball well – it was his fault. But his teammates shook their heads, gesturing not to worry about it.
The score was now 0:2.
As Brazil served again, Caique, standing at the No. 6 position like Qin Chunxiao, tapped the ball and said to Billy, “His receiving level isn’t as good as yours.”
Billy snorted, “That kid is still at the age of playing in the World Youth Championship. It’s too much to ask him to receive your serves.”
Caique said, “I won’t go easy on him just because he’s young. Competitive sports don’t care about age.”
Saying that, he once again delivered a powerful jump serve to the Chinese team. But this time, he was surprised to find that Qin Chunxiao had positioned himself earlier.
The young boy knelt on the ground, his knee protected by a knee pad, and with a steady expression, he skillfully placed the ball in front of Ding Rong. Ding Rong immediately set it, and Qiao Mingming jumped and executed a quick attack.
The score became 1:2, and China earned a point!
The previously blocked Dominique patted himself, saying, “Sorry, my take-off was slow.”
Joshua comforted him with a smile, “It’s okay.”
However, Caique was stunned. It was the first time he encountered such a situation – a 17-year-old kid from a non-strong team, who had already perfectly received his serve on the second attempt.
Moreover, seeing Qin Chunxiao got up and moved his wrists and composure after receiving the ball, it was clear that he didn’t do it by luck.
In his mind, Qin Chunxiao muttered to himself. Compared to the Caique he faced in the Brazilian league in his previous life, the 32-year-old Caique now was much more formidable.
It was worth mentioning that Caique was also a disciple of Mars. So when Mars trained Qin Chunxiao, he specifically had Caique come over to be Qin Chunxiao’s practice partner.
Qin Chunxiao’s skills in receiving top-level serves were cultivated starting with Caique.
