Ping Pong Life

Chapter 2 The Welfare of Travelers
Half an hour passed quickly.

Liu Yue's question disturbed Wang Chao's state of mind and made him a little confused. He sat on the bench without saying a word, thinking silently.

Han Feng and the others thought that he was worrying about the future, and tried to persuade him a few words. Seeing that Wang Chao remained silent, they didn't bother to ask any more, and they were enjoying themselves.

After another ten minutes passed, Wang Chao finally let go of his thoughts and said with a smile, "Is it my turn?"

Liu Yue was being beaten dizzy by Han Feng, who was the most skilled among the four. Hearing this, he quickly replaced him and sat on the bench panting.

Wang Chao took the racket and weighed it subconsciously, feeling a little light and not very good in the hand.

The public rackets provided by the arena are naturally not much better.

He clasped the handle of the racket with his right thumb and index finger, held it tightly, and swung it twice. Feeling a little awkward, he couldn't help switching to his left hand, and swung it twice, but still felt something was wrong. He frowned subconsciously and wanted to go sideways. Try the handle.

"Hurry up and serve." Han Feng scolded with a smile on the opposite side: "What are you doing? Are you pretending to be left-handed with me? Everyone knows everything, how can I not know your details?"

Wang Chao was stunned, as if waking up from a dream. With an "oh", he switched back to his right hand, squatted down slightly, leaned his upper body forward, separated his legs, moved half a step to the left, and stared at Han Feng's racket opposite him. , Said: "Serve the ball."

Han Feng tutted his head and shook his head: "Chaozi, yes, it's kind of like that."

Hou Xiaojian and Liu Yue couldn't help laughing too: "You can pretend to be coercive, and I'll give you [-] points."

Wang Chao smiled, but said nothing.

He couldn't explain it.

The original owner was a rookie in table tennis, or in other words, these four players were all relatively good at playing table tennis. Amateur players never paid attention to their movements. They stood in the middle of the stage with their waists straight, like uncles.

They don't know that the center of gravity in this posture is too high and the base plate is unstable, which is not conducive to rapid movement. Once the opponent's serve is not in their comfort zone, it is easy to make mistakes.

Only professional golfers know the importance of keeping the center of gravity low and how to "watch the ball".

Moreover, since it is a penhold forehand, the position should be a little to the left instead of standing in the middle. After all, the backhand position of penhold players has always been a weakness.

He is now a professional who resurrects the dead. Although he has not played for more than ten years, he still habitually poses in a very professional posture.

Han Feng tossed the ball with a smile, and then the racket quickly rubbed against the lower edge of the small silver ball, rubbing it very thinly, and the ball spun rapidly under the action of the friction force, a little fluttering in the air, and flew across the net flatly.

For the amateur, this is an excellent serve, with spin and without risking too much.

In fact, the reason why Han Feng is the strongest among the four is largely because of this serve, which often makes the three of them go directly to the net when they catch the ball.

And the reason why his ball spins so well, half of the credit lies in his technique, and the other half of the credit lies in his racket.

These days, table tennis has gradually become a very expensive sport. Racquets are becoming more and more advanced and expensive. Various special brands emerge in endlessly. Good soleplates and rubbers alone can sell for thousands of yuan. As for The custom-made racquets of the country's top professional players are even more hailed as priceless treasures. Occasionally, if there is a customized version of the same model, it will be snatched up by enthusiasts in an instant.

It is said that the rackets eliminated by the national team players can be sold for sky-high prices in private.

Hanfeng spent more than 1000 on this racket, which is a proper krypton gold player.

It's a pity... the current Wang Chao has been replaced.

In the past, Wang Chao was afraid of spinning, so he only dared to send the ball limply, but now Wang Chao looks at this small ball, like a master of martial arts watching a little guy's attack, his whole body is covered with blood. Flaws, two words are revealed between the lines: opportunity.

He subconsciously turned sideways, swung his legs, twisted his waist, and waved his arms.

"Crack!" sound.

Crisp and loud.

The little silver ball hit the table in front of Han Feng's eyes, then quickly jumped up, passed over Han Feng's head, and landed.

"I wipe!" Liu Yue yelled strangely.

"I'll clean it!" Hou Xiaojian screamed strangely.

Han Feng was still a little confused, turned his head and looked, on the floor covered with professional rubber behind him, a small ball was slowly rolling back because it hit the baffle, and rolled all the way to his feet.

"I'll wipe it." He also came to his senses: "You just... just attacked directly?"

Wang Chao smiled and stretched out a finger, and said to him, "Come again."

He suddenly felt very good.

Because at that moment just now, he felt that the flying ball was very clear in his sight, and the spatial positioning was extremely accurate. He could even feel the slightest breeze brought by the ball as it rotated, and the subtle breeze from the friction in the wind. sound.

When he hits the ball, at exactly the moment he thinks he's going to touch the ball, the racket hits the ball.

Perfect, without the slightest error.

When the racket collides with the ball, the slight rebound force is transmitted to the hand along the racket, and it can be felt clearly and smoothly.

With his eyes closed, he could imagine how the ball would change its trajectory and angle under the support of his own strength.

This strange feeling of almost complete control was something he had never experienced in his previous life when he was playing for the provincial team.

"Travelers still have benefits after all!"

He knew all too well what that meant!

Although this body of mine was a mess in the hands of the original owner, in reality it was a mess.

like……

seem……

perhaps……

Can it be described as extraordinary talent?
Han Feng was not convinced, thinking it was just a coincidence, he thought about it, and decided to change the way of serving...

This time after he threw the ball, he twisted his wrist clockwise, cut in from the lower left side of the ball, and scraped hard in the opposite direction. More than 1000 pieces of rubber rubbed against the ball, bringing out a stronger spin than ordinary rubber. As soon as his own ball rubbed, he rushed directly to the farthest end of the opposite table.

Yes, this is a long ball, a long ball with spin. In technical terms, this is called "stealing long".

A good serve is usually based on not serving.

Because for masters, almost all the balls released can be directly attacked.

But just because everyone thinks that the serve will not come out, so when receiving the ball, they will subconsciously stand close to the table. If at this time, they suddenly take advantage of the unpreparedness to serve a fast and long ball directly to the opponent's chest, then You can catch the opponent by surprise, so that the opponent has no time to retreat.

You know, when the ball is already on the face, no matter what angle your wrist is twisted, the racket theoretically cannot touch the ball.

Therefore, the best way to deal with "stealing long" is actually to guess the opponent's intentions first, make mental preparations, take a step back in advance, and then directly attack sideways.

At this moment, Wang Chao was still in the stage of familiarizing himself with his physical condition, so he naturally didn't think so much.

But it doesn't matter.

When Han Feng's racket brushed against the surface of the ball, Wang Chao naturally began to evolve the trajectory of the ball in his mind, and then judged the rotation direction and landing position of the ball.

What's more, Han Feng is not good enough after all, and the speed of this ball is not fast enough. Even if he didn't judge it, with Wang Chao's current reaction speed, there is still time to make a temporary response.

Therefore, he took a step back with his right leg, turned sideways, swung across, turned his waist, and swung his arms.

"Crack!" sound.

The same crisp and loud.

The ball was faster than when it came, and bounced back to Han Feng's side, jumped high, and before Han Feng had time to react, it hit his forehead with a "slap".

"Ouch!" Han Feng yelled strangely, hissing, and the two spectators beside him laughed.

"Have you taken the aphrodisiac, Chaozi?" Han Feng rubbed his forehead and widened his eyes: "Look, my forehead is red from your beating!"

(End of this chapter)