The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1247 Nothing is easy

The contest between Lin Hui and Jianhua became more and more intense. The ping-pong ball flew across the table at a high speed, making crisp "bang bang" sounds.

Both of them stared at the small white ball, as if the whole world was left with only the table and their opponent.

Lin Hui's serve was still sharp. With a flick of his wrist, the ball flew towards Jianhua's backhand with a strong spin.

Jianhua was prepared. He quickly turned sideways and blocked the ball with his backhand, and the ball bounced back at an extremely fast speed.

Lin Hui did not retreat but advanced, moving flexibly, and with a quick backhand shot, the ball went straight to Jianhua's forehand gap.

Jianhua reacted extremely quickly, leaning forward suddenly, stretching his arms to the limit, and barely blocking the ball back.

However, Lin Hui had already predicted the route of his return ball, quickly adjusted his position, and made a forehand rush. The ball flew towards Jianhua's backhand at a wide angle like an arrow.

Although Jianhua tried his best to save the ball, the ball was too fast and he could only watch it fly off the table.

"Good shot!" Jianhua couldn't help but exclaim. Although he lost, his eyes were shining with excitement.

Afterwards, Jianhua adjusted his strategy and began to use more changes in serve to disrupt Lin Hui's rhythm.

His serve was sometimes short, sometimes straight, and sometimes had a strong side spin, making it difficult for Lin Hui to adapt for a while.

Although Lin Hui had some difficulty in receiving the serve, he was still able to return the ball steadily thanks to his excellent reaction speed and solid basic skills.

Beads of sweat had already seeped out of Lin Hui's forehead, but he did not relax at all, and his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle.

Jianhua was equally focused, and every shot he made was full of strength and determination.

Suddenly, Lin Hui made an unexpected side-spin serve, and the ball drew a strange arc in the air and went straight to Jianhua's side.

Jianhua made a misjudgment and the ball hit the edge of the table and flew out.

"Beautiful!" Lin Hui couldn't help but growl, clenching his fist and waving it. Jianhua shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Your serve is getting trickier and trickier."

Lin Hui smiled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "It's the same for you. Your backhand quick tearing also caused me a lot of trouble."

The physical strength of both people began to decline, but their minds became more focused.

Every shot is full of tactics and wisdom, and every score is precious.

Afterwards, the ball flew past the edge of the net. Although Jianhua tried his best to save the ball, it had already flown out of the table.

But Jianhua was still unwilling to give up. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but there was no trace of frustration in his eyes.

Jianhua took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing, his eyes still firm.

He bent down slightly, gripped the racket tightly, and his eyes were fixed on the ball in Lin Hui's hand.

Lin Hui stood at the other end of the table, his expression equally focused, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

Although the two men's physical strength was not as abundant as at the beginning, their minds were becoming more and more focused, as if the whole world was left with only this table and that small ping-pong ball.

Lin Hui served the ball. The speed was not fast, but the rotation was very strong. The ball drew a strange arc in the air and went straight to Jianhua's left side.

Jianhua moved quickly, shook his wrist lightly, and accurately moved the racket to hit the ball back steadily.

The ball flew past the edge of the net. Lin Hui was not to be outdone. He quickly stepped forward and hit a backhand shot, and the ball flew to Jianhua's right side again.

Jianhua reacted extremely quickly. He quickly moved his body sideways, stretched out his arms, and the racket drew a beautiful arc in the air, hitting the ball back again.

Their movements were smooth and swift, as if they were performing a silent dance, and every movement was full of power and beauty.

The ball flew back and forth on the table, and every hit was accompanied by a crisp "click" sound, as if beating the heartbeats of the two people.

The scores kept rising and no one was willing to give up easily.

There was a glimmer of cunning in Lin Hui's eyes, and he suddenly changed his tactics. He hit a short ball lightly over the net. Jianhua was caught off guard, and although he tried hard to save the ball, the ball had already flown off the table.

Jianhua stood there, breathing slightly, sweat from his forehead sliding down his cheeks.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, but there was no trace of frustration in his eyes. Instead, he showed a spirit of not admitting defeat.

He took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if to say to himself: "It's not over yet."

Lin Hui looked at Jianhua, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

He knew that Jianhua would not give up easily.

The ball was sent out of Lin Hui's hands again. Jianhua quickly adjusted his state, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring closely at the trajectory of the ball.

Every shot between the two was filled with tactics and wisdom, and every point scored was precious.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, leaving only the flying ball on the table and the determined eyes of the two people.

Jianhua's movements were steadier than before. Although the ball was not fast, it had a strong rotation. The ball drew a strange arc in the air and went straight to Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui quickly adjusted his pace and blocked the ball with his backhand, but the ball unexpectedly bounced to the corner of the table and almost went out of bounds.

His heart tightened and he quickly moved sideways to save the ball, barely able to hit it back.

Jianhua seized the opportunity and made a quick forehand shot, and the ball flew towards Lin Hui's forehand space like lightning.

Although Lin Hui reacted quickly, the ball was too fast and he watched it fly across the table.

Although Lin Hui reacted quickly, the ball was too fast and he watched it fly across the table.

Then he tried his best to turn the tide and picked up the ping-pong ball again.

Seeing such a ball, Jianhua immediately hit the ping-pong ball again quickly.

Lin Hui quickly adjusted his position and kept his eyes on the flying ping-pong ball.

His steps were light and agile, as if he was dancing on the table.

Just as the ball was about to hit the ground, he swung his racket violently, and the ball bounced back at an extremely fast speed, straight to Jianhua's backhand.

Jianhua was prepared. He quickly moved sideways and blocked the ball with his backhand, and the ball flew to Lin Hui's forehand position again.

The duel between the two was like two swordsmen fighting in a small space, with every beat filled with a contest of strength and skill.

Lin Hui was not willing to be outdone and hit a forehand loop ball, which flew to Jianhua's side with a strong spin.

Jianhua frowned and quickly stepped back, trying to use a backhand slice to dissolve the spinning ball.

However, the ball's spin exceeded his expectations, and it slipped on the racket face and flew off the table.

Lin Hui smiled slightly, clenched the racket in his hand, and a hint of confidence appeared in his eyes.

Jianhua took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and stood in the right position again.

He knew that facing an opponent like Lin Hui, he could not relax at all.

He served a short ball, trying to disrupt Lin Hui's rhythm.

Lin Hui quickly stepped forward and lightly flicked the ball, sending it flying towards Jianhua's near table.

Jianhua reacted very quickly, and with a sideways forehand shot, the ball flew to Lin Hui's backhand again.

Lin Hui quickly stepped back and blocked the ball with his backhand, and the ball flew back again. The duel between the two entered a white-hot stage, with the ball flying back and forth on the table, getting faster and faster, and the rotation getting stronger and stronger.

In the end, Lin Hui made an unexpected backhand fast break and the ball went straight to the side blind corner of Jianhua.

Although Jianhua tried hard to save the ball, the ball had already flown out of the table.

Lin Hui won the ball.

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled and nodded to Lin Hui.

"Lin Hui, you are still the same. You fight so well! You don't give in at all." Jianhua wiped the sweat off his forehead and said half-jokingly.

"Who said not to let anyone win?" Lin Hui laughed, with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

The two walked to the bench on the sidelines and sat down, then picked up the water bottle and took a few sips of water.

Jianhua took a breath and said with a smile: "But seriously, your backhand quick attack is getting better and better. I almost couldn't react just now."

Lin Hui waved his hands and said modestly: "No, your forehand drive is really amazing. The ball speed is so fast that I can hardly keep up. However, I think there is a problem with your serve today. The spin is not strong enough and it is easy for me to see through it."

Jianhua nodded and said thoughtfully: "Indeed, my serve feeling is not very good recently. I can't find the best angle and strength. Do you have any suggestions?"

Lin Hui thought for a moment and said, "I think you can try adding more wrist movements when serving, so that the spin will be stronger. Also, the landing point of the serve can be more varied. Don't always serve to my forehand position, which is easy to predict."

Jianhua listened carefully and nodded: "By the way, although your backhand is fast, sometimes it is not strong enough and it is easy for the opponent to seize the opportunity to counterattack."

Lin Hui smiled and said, "You actually discovered this. The power of my backhand is indeed a shortcoming. I really need to strengthen my strength training, otherwise there will always be someone stronger behind me!"

The two of them chatted with each other and began to discuss in depth the various problems that arose while playing ball.

Jianhua mentioned that he was always hesitant when receiving serves, which resulted in a slow reaction; Lin Hui admitted that he was not delicate enough when dealing with high-spin balls and was prone to making mistakes.

"In fact, I think we can do more targeted training in the future. For example, you can practice serving and receiving serves, and I want to practice backhand power and spin."

Jianhua's eyes lit up, "Lin Hui, you are really thoughtful!"

"But Lin Hui, to be honest, you have already mastered the game. I really admire you."

Jianhua put down the racket in his hand, his tone filled with sincere admiration.

His eyes fell on Lin Hui, full of admiration and appreciation.

Jianhua has always been particularly impressed by Lin Hui's basketball skills.

Whether it was Lin Hui's precise control of the landing point or his almost impeccable backhand fast break, Jianhua felt that he was out of reach.

This time, the match made Jianhua deeply feel that Lin Hui's skills had improved a lot compared to before.

His movements are smoother, his tactics are more flexible, and even the handling of some details is more delicate.

"The backhand loop you just hit had such strong rotation that I almost couldn't catch it." Jianhua shook his head and said with a smile, "And the change in the landing point of your serve is simply hard to defend against. If I hadn't played against you for so many years, I might not have been able to win even one point."

After hearing this, Lin Hui smiled slightly, waved his hand and said, "You are exaggerating. I am not that good. However, I have put some effort into serving and backhand recently, and it seems to be working well."

"The results are more than good!" Jianhua couldn't help but raise his voice, "Your level is really good! No wonder you won the Olympic table tennis championship again this time, it really wasn't for nothing."

When talking about the Olympic champion, a hint of memory flashed in Lin Hui's eyes.

For him, that game was not only a contest of skills, but also a test of his psychology and will.

His thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the arena full of tension and passion. It seemed as if the deafening cheers of the audience rang in his ears again, and the medal shining with golden light appeared before his eyes again.

He clearly remembered that when he faced a strong opponent in the final, the tension and pressure almost made him breathless.

The opponent is a top player with comprehensive skills, rich experience and almost no obvious weaknesses.

At the beginning of the game, the opponent took the upper hand with a fierce offensive, and Lin Hui was suppressed to the point where he had no power to fight back.

The fight for every point was extremely difficult, as if every shot was testing his limits.

At the end of the first game, Lin Hui lost with a slight disadvantage.

While sitting on the sidelines resting, his heart was still beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest, and his palms were full of sweat.

It wasn't until the break that the coach came over and told him: "Don't be anxious, keep calm and play at your own pace. You've come this far, and you have nothing to lose."

Lin Hui took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that the coach was right.

This game is not only a test of skills, but also a challenge to psychological quality.

He closed his eyes and recalled his years of training - countless early morning swing practice, countless times of gritting his teeth and persevering despite exhaustion, and countless times of summing up experience after failure.

Isn't all this for this moment?

After the start of the second game, Lin Hui adjusted his tactics. He was no longer in a hurry to attack, but patiently dealt with his opponent.

He gradually regained his rhythm by using his strong backhand fast attack and loop balls.

The scores rose alternately and the situation was extremely stalemate.

At the critical moment, Lin Hui scored directly with an unexpected serve and won the second game.

There was warm applause from the audience. Lin Hui clenched his fists and hope burned in his heart.

In the next few games, the two sides fought back and forth, and the score was very close. Every point was like a life-and-death battle. Lin Hui's physical strength was gradually exhausted, but his will became more and more determined.

He knew that he couldn't give up, and he had to try his best even if there was only a glimmer of hope.

In the last few points of the deciding game, Lin Hui almost used willpower to support himself.

His legs felt as heavy as lead and his arms were so sore that he could hardly lift them, but his eyes remained firm.

He stubbornly blocked every attack from his opponent, and every counterattack he launched was with the determination to win.

In the last ball, the opponent served a high-spin side-spin ball. Lin Hui quickly determined the landing point and hit it with a sideways forehand shot. The ball flew to the opponent's backhand blind spot like lightning.

Although the opponent tried hard to save the ball, the ball had already flown out of the table.

When the whistle sounded at the end of the game, Lin Hui stood there, stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he had won.

But behind this glory are countless days and nights of sweat and persistence.

It was thanks to years of hard training and on-the-spot adaptability that he finally withstood the pressure and won the precious gold medal.

That gold medal is not only a recognition of his skills, but also the highest praise for his willpower.

Recalling this, Lin Hui's mouth corners slightly raised and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

He knows that experience not only made him a better athlete, but also made him a better person.

All of this will become his motivation to move forward in the future.

Then he said calmly, "In fact, it's not that easy to become an Olympic champion."

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