Ping Pong Life

Chapter 50

He couldn't help but look at where He Jingping was.

It is not a provocation, but a certain mentality of a dream-chasing boy who wants to be affirmed by his idol.

But Wang Chao made an internationally accepted pause gesture at this time.

Force is a bit confused.

Now it's the end of a round, not a break between rounds. You can take a break in the first place. Did Wang Chao make a mistake in this timeout?

Not mistaken.

Wang Chao put the racket in his hand on the floor outside the court, looked at Luo Zhihong: "Luo Zhi, I apply for a change of racket."

Then he turned his head and looked at Jiang Shan: "Lend me a racket?"

Jiang Shan was taken aback.

"Hurry up, it's not that I won't pay you back." Wang Chao urged with a smile.

Jiang Shan blinked, confused.

"No, brother, what are you doing?" Jiang Shan was afraid that Wang Chao would lose his head, so he reminded in a low voice: "Don't you have a custom-made racket? I use horizontal shooting, horizontal shooting! It doesn't match you!"

Wang Chao nodded and said, "What I want is a horizontal shot."

Jiang Long scolded from the side: "Play well, don't mess around."

Wang Chao glanced at him and didn't say a word, but He Jingping suddenly said loudly: "Let him change!"

Luo Zhihong was stunned, he was beside He Jingping, so he could hear it more clearly, He Jingping's voice clearly contained a trace of extremely subtle vibrato, it seemed that he was a little excited.

Wang Chao got Jiangshan's spare racket as he wished.

This is a horizontal shot.

He put the racket in his right hand, held it, swung it a few times, then put it in his left hand, clenched it, swung it a few times, and never changed hands.

"Hurry up and change back, what are you doing, take the game seriously." Luo Zhihong reminded dutifully.

However, Wang Chao shook his head, firmly held the handle of the horizontal racket with his left hand, picked up the ball with his right hand, put it in his palm, turned slightly sideways, and made a standard preparation before serving.

By this time, everyone knew that Wang Chao was no longer joking.

He actually changed from a right-handed straight board to a left-handed horizontal board.

Change hands and change shots?
what the hell is this?

Only Li Shaoqin, Wang Chao's personal training partner, was shocked at this moment, and his eyes showed a bit of disbelief.

No one has ever seen Wang Chao's left hand horizontal board, but he has seen it!

In the past ten days of brutal sparring career, he had found that Wang Chao had quietly switched to holding the racket horizontally with his left hand during extra practice at five o'clock in the morning.

But Wang Chao's custom-made racket is straight and the handle is very short, so holding it horizontally feels like a joke. Li Shaoqin didn't take it to heart. He thought it was Wang Chao who was tired from practicing and had some fun.

He vaguely remembered that the success rate of Wang Chao's backhand horizontal shot attack was not bad, but this was nothing, because his "humanoid ball machine" served with emotions, and the balls were not difficult at all.

Even if it's him himself, changing hands can achieve similar effects.

But now he suddenly understood!

The wicked Wang Chao is so insidious!
He secretly practiced his left hand while no one was up!

He has planned this for a long time!

He made it clear that he wanted to plot force!
……

Wang Chao glanced at the sidelines, because there was strong resentment coming from somewhere.

He saw Li Shaoqin's constipated face.

"I haven't bullied him recently, have I?" Wang Chao thought for a while, then put down his thoughts and focused on the present.

The noise around the table became abnormally quiet at this moment, and everyone held their breath, waiting for Wang Chao's first show after this abnormal change of shots.

Is it a farce, or a miracle?
"It's obviously a farce. This kid is under too much pressure and is in a hurry." Luo Zhihong shook her head slightly, without any expectations.

Reality is not a novel, there is not so much gossip, he does not object to players changing hands or changing rackets to practice, but you have to understand one truth: the punch must never leave the hand, and the song must never leave the mouth.

If you don't practice for a day, your skills will be abandoned, and if you don't practice for a month, your career will become an amateur.

There is no such thing as saying that someone's backhand is stronger than their forehand, so they keep hiding their backhand all the time, neither using it nor practicing it, and when they take it out in a match, they can kill all sides and catch the opponent by surprise.

That is unscientific.

Because professional athletes play with muscle memory and conditioned reflexes.

Your muscle memory will slowly fade if you don't practice.

Only the hand that is practiced every day will have a deep-rooted conditioned reflex, and the movement can keep up with the thinking when playing.

This world must be materialistic!

It is by no means idealistic!

……

Wang Chao serves.

A simple short backspin.

But the focus of everyone's attention is not what kind of ball he serves, but whether his serving posture is standard and whether the quality of the ball he serves is qualified.

Very standard and qualified.

Although he changed hands and rackets, Wang Chao's movements were stretched and smooth, just like a natural left-handed horizontal shooter, without any awkwardness.

The force is still as stable as a machine. He doesn't care whether Wang Chao is right-handed or left-handed. The only thing he did just now is to adjust the cognitive concept in his mind, changing "Wang Chao is right-handed" to " Wang Chao is left-handed."

The significance is that when Wang Chao serves the ball with the same action, the rotation direction of the ball sent out is opposite to that of the first game.

Many people will feel uncomfortable when they meet "Left-handed General" for the first time, but force will not, he can easily switch the direction.

So he stepped forward steadily to rub the board and returned the ball.

The quality of this ball is very high, it is low and short, and it has a little backspin. The odds are too high.

At least, when Wang Chao encountered this kind of ball in the first game, he always chose to continue to swing short.

But this time, Wang Chao took a step forward, moved his body to the left, turned his wrist over, faced the ball forward, and then pulled the racket up suddenly!
This pull was extremely powerful. The back of Jiang Shan's racket was very sticky, the friction was strong, and the elasticity was far stronger than his own racket. With this pull, the ball was as fast as a shooting star, and it directly crossed a steep arc. Flew to the front of force.

It's a screwball.

It's not a simple screwball.

"Overlord!" Jiang Shan yelled from the sidelines.

Jiang Shan himself has been practicing Bawang Twist hard, but he has always felt that the posture of exerting force is not good enough, and the force cannot be fully released.

In his mind, the best way to spin the ball in the base is undoubtedly force.

However, seeing Wang Chao's twist, he only felt that it was smooth and beautiful, the graceful posture and the wonderful arc of the ball flying out were not under the force of force.

The force was completely unexpected, but he was still able to keep up, forcibly moved his feet, forcibly exerted force, and pulled the ball back.

Wang Chao did not attack as hard as he did in the first game, changing lines desperately.

When he took a horizontal shot with his left hand, his whole demeanor changed subtly from the first game.

Just like a peerless swordsman, he really got the weapon in hand.

He took half a step back, swung his arms, and slammed a forehand. There was no loop, and he hit hard. The ball didn't spin, but it was faster, and hit the opposite table.

He doesn't care if the racket sticks or not, whether it should be pulled, whether it should be rubbed or not, he can hit it however he wants, because he can control it all.

He figured it was time for a fastball, so he hit it.

Like an arm and a finger, you can do a job with ease.

Force already felt something was wrong.

Although Jiangshan's racket actually puts more emphasis on friction, Wang Chao, who switched to a horizontal racket, seemed to be freed from the various forced forehand pulls just now. Any shot is fast.

Wuli took two steps back, his legs spread apart, and his body almost squatted below the table, turning into a horseback step with an extremely low center of gravity, but even though his body was bent like this, he still did not lose his balance, and forcibly saved the ball return.

Wang Chao flipped his arm again and drew the ball back again.

This time, it was replaced with a standard forehand arc, but the angle was a bit off, and there was a faint topspin. The ball was a little fluttering in the air, and the trajectory was not easy to grasp.

Wu Li stood up from the squatting state, already feeling that the calf muscles were a bit overwhelmed, but he was always used to desperately, and the whole person threw himself to the side, in the air, trying to pull the ball back even though his body was out of balance.

Then Wang Chao took a step forward, put the racket in front of the net in advance, returned a light and ultra-short ball, and scored easily.

1:0, this is the first time Wang Chao leads the score.

"Wow!" The shouts around the table made the ears buzz.

A simple point represents some unbelievable fact.

Wang Chao's left-handed horizontal shot is very strong!
Very strong!
The shots just now were long or short, pulled or shot, left or right, and the last ultra-short ball represented an extremely delicate technique of unloading force. Although it was only three rounds of lightning and flint, it was hit The delicate feeling that most horizontal shooting players rarely have.

It's so casual.

It just gives people a sense of swaying and free flow.

Wuli retrieved the ball, threw it to Wang Chao, gritted his teeth and said, "Come again."

(End of this chapter)