Ping Pong Life

Chapter 29 Shrimp and Pig Heart
Li Shaoqin fell silent.

By this time, it was useless for him to say anything, and it was time to make a fool of himself.

He no longer looked at Luo Xiaoyu, his originally impetuous mind gradually sank at this moment, he had no other distractions, squatted down, and decided to fight hard.

It's a pity...it didn't work.

It will always be the strength that determines the outcome of a game, not the attitude, or the explosion of the small universe.

Wang Chao didn't play tricks this time, he sent a backspin ball in a regular manner, Li Shaoqin made a short swing, Wang Chao made another short swing, Li Shaoqin made a rush attack, Wang Chao pulled back, Li Shaoqin pulled back again, the two each took two steps back, Form a frontal confrontation that most tests basic skills.

The ball was flying around in the air, "crack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack".

Wang Chao scored another point and the score became 6:0.

Luo Xiaoyu didn't say a word, she focused on watching the movements of the two people in the camera, and felt that such a loop ball from COSCO Taiwan had some kind of indescribable beauty.

She even felt that the movements of both sides when pulling the ball had a certain sense of beauty, maybe it was in line with a certain principle of motion mechanics, or maybe it was because the sense of hitting with all the strength concentrated was very powerful.

She suddenly felt that her father's career was not as boring as she imagined.

In a sense, the arc of the little silver ball flying in the air is actually similar to the arc of the world wave on the football field.

But because table tennis is small in size, it is not as passionate as football, but it is a little more subtle, controllable, and delicate.

If football is a game of sweat, blood and passion.

Then table tennis is a great art that brings precision, skill and calculation to the extreme.

Li Shaoqin didn't want to fight anymore.

He has always had a bad mouth and likes to pretend to be compared. He is not likable in the team. It is the object that oneself can bully.

In the internal assessment of the main team this time, there were a total of 16 players, and he ranked No. 13, only one place away from the relegation match.

He broke out in a cold sweat, feeling terrified and grateful, and then felt extremely depressed, and he needed to find a channel to vent.

Otherwise, he would not take the initiative to provoke Wang Chao.

But now he knows he was wrong.

This folk god is ridiculously strong!

Whether it is serving, catching, calculating, or even the stalemate that tests the most basic skills, all of them are above themselves.

He just couldn't figure out why this guy was able to beat Gao Ming's colored pen for six rounds before winning.

Match-fixing?

What's the point?
He couldn't understand.

"No more!" He threw the racket on the table: "I admit defeat."

"Don't." Wang Chao looked at him with a smile: "Remember how we agreed just now?"

He reminded: "No rest, no admit defeat, whoever fouls is a pig."

"Ah!" Li Shaoqin remembered...

At that time, he thought that Wang Chao's brain was being fooled, but now he understood that the other party had dug a hole for him as early as that time.

"Now there is a camera watching." Wang Chao pointed to Luo Xiaoyu beside him by the way: "If you really don't want to fight, just admit to the camera that you are a pig."

Luo Xiaoyu's pretty face was flushed with excitement, and she just felt that the game was getting more and more interesting. She clapped her hands and said "Wow, wow", and the camera hanging on her plump chest was shaking because of this, which was quite eye-catching.

Li Shaoqin picked up the racket again, gritted his teeth and squatted down, desperately thinking about what kind of ball he should serve.

In the end, he decided to send a left-handed bottom line long ball, but was pulled back by Wang Chao's beautiful straight horizontal hit.

"Wow!" Luo Xiaoyu exclaimed again: "What kind of action is this? So handsome!"

This paparazzi is not professional enough, she doesn't even know the iconic moves of the national champion Bai Feng...

Wang Chao muttered in his heart.

Li Shaoqin was a little desperate.

Peter's mother too!

Your father is dead!

This folk god was only playing tricks with me just now, and now that he has even brought out the most advanced technology, what other insidious tricks does he have hidden?

I don't want to eat shrimp and pork heart...

Li Shaoqin is not a good bird either, he quickly changed his mind: Since I can't admit defeat, then I will play against the head office negatively, right?
When your ball comes over later, I don't care how difficult the ball is, anyway, it's right to kill yourself directly. In short, I won't give you a chance to show off your skills, so hurry up and make a 4:0 draw.

He made up his mind, thinking about how to make this "suicide" act more realistic, and then sent a very unskilled ball over, waiting for Wang Chao to attack.

Then he just watched Wang Chao gently pick the ball over...

Yes, I picked it up...

It's not picking and fighting, only picking, no fighting...

This is the posture that a seven or eight-year-old child uses when the teacher tells the child what it means to "go on stage" when he first learns ball.

The ball was high and slow, and without any change in rotation, it simply jumped in front of Li Shaoqin. The height was just right, as if it was deliberately fed to him.

Do you want to eat?
As a professional player, seeing such a ball makes my hands really itchy, and I feel sorry for my conscience if I don't smoke it.

Li Shaoqin's body was more honest than his mind, so he still smoked after all.

If you don't smoke this, then your own beating is too fake.

After all, there are still cameras filming...

Li Shaoqin took the time to look at Luo Xiaoyu, and suddenly felt that this girl was really hideous.

If I don't have this girl's video camera, what if I'm cheating?
He retreated half a step, and made a burst of twelve points of strength!
"Smash you to death!"

"Smash you, Smash you, Smash you!"

"No matter how much you play with me later, I'll give you a slap in the face first!"

Li Shaoqin thought so, and he did the same thing. As soon as he got the ball, he knew: There is it.

The strength is penetrated, the elasticity of the rubber is fully exerted, and the hand feels very good.

He has played for more than ten years and has never missed a hand in this situation.

But today is precisely to subvert his common sense of more than ten years.

Wang Chao took three steps back to catch the ball.

The ball was extremely powerful, and after falling off the stage, it flew high, and when it reached where Wang Chao was, the height was still above Wang Chao's head, and it seemed completely impossible to catch it.

In theory, to catch the ball, Wang Chao had to take at least seven steps back.

But Wang Chao took off high, raised his hand and swung his racket, and slammed the board down hard.

It's not a slam move, it's a smash move.

If you don't have a racket in your hand, this is probably more like a volleyball player jumping from the net.

The speed of the ball was faster than when it came, and it returned the same way fiercely, and hit Li Shaoqin in front of him, making an astonishingly loud sound.

When the score came to 8:0, Li Shaoqin turned pale.

He has never seen such a game in his life!
Only Wang Chao's voice sounded in the empty court: "It's my serve instead."

When Wang Chao served the ball, he threw the ball high, but it was not a standard high-throw serve, but suddenly squatted down, the racket stood upright like a knife, and he slashed down hard. One side of the racket touched the ball lightly. After a while, the ball flew out along a weird arc.

"Wow! What a handsome move." Luo Xiaoyu just felt amazed: "What kind of serve is this?"

Li Shaoqin wanted to scold someone.

"This horse-riding serve is a chopping serve that is rarer than a high-flying serve! How many tricks does this bastard have? Why didn't I see any of them before, but they all came out here?"

He was going to catch it in a panic, but he had never encountered such an unpopular serve. In his haste, he didn't even notice what his wrist was doing when Wang Chao cut it down just now, so he made a wrong judgment. Yes, think left-handed as right-handed.

As soon as the ball and the racket touched, it flew out joyfully horizontally under the strong friction, almost flying at an exaggerated ninety-degree right angle.

9: 0.

Luo Xiaoyu was stunned by the visual impact of this seemingly completely contrary to the principles of mechanics. She was engrossed in staring at the picture in the camera lens, and felt that a whole new world had opened up before her eyes today.

It turns out that the world of table tennis is so wonderful...

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