The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1255 Fight

The sounds of table tennis balls rang out one after another on the playing field, like a fast-paced symphony.

The sounds of rackets hitting balls, sneakers rubbing against the floor, and the players' rapid breathing are intertwined to create a vibrant picture.

The lights in the training hall shone on everyone's face, reflecting their focused expressions.

Some people were practicing serving, and with a slight swing of the racket, the ping-pong ball flew towards the opponent like an arrow; some people were playing against each other, the ball going back and forth, the speed of the ball was dazzling; and some people were silently practicing basic skills in the corner, repeating the same movements over and over again, sweat sliding down their cheeks, but it did not affect their concentration at all.

The coach walked back and forth on the sidelines, sometimes stopping to instruct a player's movements, and sometimes loudly reminding everyone to pay attention to the rhythm.

His voice was loud and powerful, as if it could penetrate the entire training hall and inspire everyone.

As time went on, the atmosphere in the training hall became more and more heated.

The players' movements became more fluid and the ball speed became faster.

Every stroke was full of power and skill, as if telling of their love and persistence for table tennis.

Suddenly, a crisp "pop" broke the noise in the training hall.

One player jumped high and smashed the ball hard into the opponent's court.

The ball bounced high after it landed, as if announcing the victory of this training.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie stood at both ends of the table, staring at Lin Hui and Shao Jie.

Their movements were clean and neat, and every swing of the racket was carried out with a fierce force, as if they wanted to completely suppress the opponent's momentum.

The ping-pong ball flew across the table at a rapid speed, making crisp "pa, pa" sounds, and the rhythm was so fast that it made it almost impossible to breathe.

Xu Xin's playing style is steady and sharp. Each of his serves carries a strong spin and the ball path is unpredictable, as if testing Lin Hui's bottom line.

Jianhua was not to be outdone. He had an extremely fast reaction speed and nimble feet. He was always able to accurately predict where the ball would land and hit the ball back with sharp counterattacks.

The score was very close and no one was willing to give in easily.

Xu Xin suddenly served the ball with a side spin, and the ball drew a strange arc in the air and went straight to Jianhua's backhand.

Jianhua's eyes focused, and he quickly adjusted his pace and pulled the ball with his backhand. The ball flew towards Xu Xin's forehand corner at an extremely fast speed.

Xu Xin quickly turned sideways and hit a forehand shot, with the ball hitting Shaojie's table like a cannonball.

Shaojie did not retreat, but instead stepped forward and made a backhand quick rip, and the ball flew back at a faster speed.

The confrontation between the two sides became more and more intense. The speed of the ball was so fast that the trajectory was almost invisible. The spectators on the sidelines were also attracted by this duel and held their breath for fear of missing any wonderful moment.

"Good shot!" Someone on the sidelines couldn't help but shout. The duel between the four of them seemed not only a contest of skills, but also a contest of wills.

Each ball was played with tenacity, as if to completely crush the opponent's momentum.

At the same time, Jianhua's serve had a strong backspin, and the ball flew over the table almost touching the net. Lin Hui, with his excellent touch, lightly picked the ball and sent it back steadily.

Although their pace was not as fast as Xu Xin and Shao Jie, they were patient in every ball, as if they were playing a delicate game of chess.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie suddenly changed their tactics and hit several short balls in a row, trying to disrupt Lin Hui's rhythm.

Jianhua was caught off guard for a moment, but he quickly adjusted himself, stepped forward quickly, and sent the ball back with a lob.

Xu Xin seized the opportunity and hit a forehand shot, which went straight into Lin Hui's backhand corner. Lin Hui made a desperate save, but the ball had already hit the edge of the table and flew out.

Lin Hui and Jianhua were full of regrets.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie stood at the two ends of the table, staring at each other with eyes as sharp as hawks.

Their movements were clean and neat, and every swing of the racket was carried out with a fierce force, as if they wanted to completely suppress the opponent's momentum.

The ping-pong ball flew across the table at a rapid speed, making crisp "pa, pa" sounds, and the rhythm was so fast that it made it almost impossible to breathe.

Xu Xin's playing style is steady and sharp. Each of his serves carries a strong spin and the ball path is unpredictable, as if testing Jianhua's bottom line.

Jianhua was not to be outdone. He had an extremely fast reaction speed and nimble feet. He was always able to accurately predict where the ball would land and hit the ball back with sharp counterattacks.

The score between the two teams was very close and neither side was willing to give in easily.

Xu Xin suddenly served a side-spin serve, and the ball drew a strange arc in the air and went straight to Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui's eyes focused, and he quickly adjusted his pace and pulled the ball with his backhand. The ball flew towards Xu Xin's forehand corner at an extremely fast speed.

Xu Xin quickly turned sideways and hit a forehand shot, with the ball hitting Lin Hui's table like a cannonball.

Lin Hui did not retreat, but instead stepped forward and made a backhand quick rip, and the ball flew back at a faster speed.

The attack became more and more intense, and the ball was moving so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible. The spectators on the sidelines were also attracted by this duel and held their breath, fearing to miss any exciting moment.

"Good shot!" Someone on the sidelines couldn't help but shout. The match between Xu Xin and Shaojie against Lin Hui and Jianhua seemed to be not only a contest of skills, but also a contest of wills.

They played every ball with tenacity, as if they wanted to completely crush the opponent's momentum.

At the same time, others were playing fiercely on another table.

At this time, Jianhua's serve had a strong backspin, and the ball flew over the table almost touching the net. Lin Hui, with his excellent touch, lightly picked the ball and sent it back steadily.

Although their pace was not as fast as Xu Xin and Shao Jie, they were patient in every ball, as if they were playing a delicate game of chess.

Xu Xin suddenly changed his tactics and hit several short balls in a row, trying to disrupt Jianhua's rhythm. Jianhua was caught off guard for a moment, but he quickly adjusted, stepped forward quickly, and sent the ball back with a lob.

Xu Xin seized the opportunity and hit a forehand shot, the ball went straight to Jianhua's backhand corner. Jianhua made a desperate save, but the ball had already hit the edge of the table and flew out.

Xu Xin smiled slightly, gripped his racket, and looked at Jianhua and Lin Hui in the distance. He knew that the real battle was still to come.

Whether it is Jianhua or Lin Hui, they are both powerful enemies he must face.

Shaojie also understands that only by constantly challenging stronger opponents can he become stronger.

The atmosphere in the training hall was still lively, with the sounds of table tennis balls rising and falling.

Xu Xin, Shaojie, Jianhua, Lin Hui, each of them is pursuing their dreams in their own way, writing their own legends with sweat and persistence.

The sound of table tennis still echoes in the training hall, and the crisp "pa, pa" sounds come one after another, as if telling the intensity and stalemate of each match.

The competition between Xu Xin and Shao Jie, Lin Hui and Jianhua did not stop with the end of a game, but entered a more intense stage.

Although Xu Xin and Shao Jie had just won a game against the odds, they knew that Lin Hui and Jianhua would never give up easily. Sure enough, Lin Hui and Jianhua quickly adjusted their state and began to respond with a more stable strategy.

Lin Hui's serve became more varied, sometimes short, sometimes long, trying to disrupt Xu Xin's rhythm.

Jianhua strengthened the defense in the middle and long distance areas. His returns were steady and powerful, trying to create offensive opportunities for Lin Hui.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie were not constrained by the opponent's tactics.

Xu Xin's eyes were still sharp, and every shot he made was highly aggressive.

Shaojie followed closely behind. He was agile in footwork, quick in reaction, and could always accurately predict where the ball would land.

The two of them cooperated perfectly, as if they were in sync with each other, and gradually widened the score.

However, Lin Hui and Jianhua did not panic.

Lin Hui suddenly hit a backhand shot, and the ball flew to Xu Xin's backhand position at a very fast speed. Xu Xin reacted quickly, blocked it with his backhand, and barely sent the ball back. Jianhua seized the opportunity and hit a forehand shot, and the ball went straight to Shaojie's table.

Shaojie tried hard to save the ball, but the ball had already hit the edge of the table and flew out.

The cooperation between Lin Hui and Jianhua became more and more smooth. Their attacks came one after another like a tide, making Xu Xin and Shaojie a little overwhelmed.

Xu Xin suddenly made a sideways attack, and the ball flew towards Lin Hui's forehand corner at an extremely fast speed.

Lin Hui quickly turned sideways and barely blocked the ball back.

Shaojie seized the opportunity and made a quick backhand shot, sending the ball straight to Jianhua's table.

Jianhua tried hard to save the ball, but the ball had already hit the edge of the table and flew out.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie are leading.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie did not give Lin Hui and Jianhua any chance to breathe.

Xu Xin scored directly with a serve. The ball hit the net and flew over it. Lin Hui was unable to react and the ball had already landed on the ground.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie win this round! "

Xu Xin and Shao Jie smiled at each other, clenched their fists, and celebrated this hard-earned victory.

Although Lin Hui and Jianhua lost this round, their eyes were not depressed at all, but full of respect. They knew that this duel was not only a contest of skills, but also a contest of wills.

The atmosphere in the training hall is still lively, and the sounds of table tennis balls are heard one after another. Xu Xin, Shaojie, Lin Hui, Jianhua, each of them is chasing their dreams in their own way.

On the other side of the training hall, other athletes were also concentrating on training.

Their eyes also burned with the desire for victory, and every swing was made with firm conviction.

The ping-pong ball flew across the table, making crisp "pa, pa" sounds, as if cheering them on.

The coach is currently conducting multi-ball training with other teammates.

The ball in the coach's hand kept flying out like a string of cannonballs, while the opponent quickly moved his feet and swung his racket to hit the ball. Although his movements were still a little awkward, his eyes were full of unyielding fighting spirit. He knew that only through continuous practice could he make up for his shortcomings and eventually stand on a higher stage.

On another table, two female players were playing fiercely. Although their ball speed was not as fast as that of the male players, each ball was full of skills and patience. One of the players suddenly served a side spin, and the ball drew a strange arc in the air and went straight to the opponent's backhand. The other player reacted quickly, pulled backhand, and the ball flew back at a very fast speed.

On the court, the "ping pong" sounds of ping pong balls came one after another, like a passionate symphony, playing the fighting spirit and determination in everyone's heart.

This harsh yet powerful sound is proof of every contestant's serious practice.

They put all their passion and concentration into every swing and every move.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie stood beside the table, sweat streaming down their cheeks, but their eyes were still as sharp as knives.

Xu Xin's racket rotated flexibly in his hand, his serve had a strong spin, the ball drew an arc in the air and went straight to Shaojie's backhand.

Shaojie reacted quickly, moved lightly, and pulled the ball back with his backhand, and the ball flew back at an extremely fast speed.

The confrontation between the two became more and more intense, and the speed of the ball was so fast that the trajectory was almost invisible. The spectators on the sidelines were also attracted by this duel and held their breath, fearing to miss any exciting moment.

On the other side, Lin Hui and Jianhua were conducting multi-ball training.

The ball in the coach's hands kept flying out like a machine gun, while Lin Hui and Jianhua moved quickly and swung their rackets to hit the ball.

Their movements were clean and neat, and every hit was delivered with a fierce force, as if they wanted to completely suppress the opponent's momentum.

Jianhua suddenly made a forehand burst and the ball went straight to Lin Hui's table.

Lin Hui tried hard to save the ball, but the ball had already hit the edge of the table and flew out.

"Good shot!" There was warm applause from the sidelines.

The cooperation between Lin Hui and Jianhua became more and more smooth, and their attacks came one after another like a tide, making the spectators on the sidelines dazzled.

In another corner of the training hall, several young players are doing basic training.

Although their movements were still a little clumsy, their eyes were full of indomitable fighting spirit.

A young player suddenly served a side-spin serve, and the ball drew a strange arc in the air and went straight to the opponent's backhand.

The other player reacted quickly, pulling the ball back with his backhand, and the ball flew back at a very fast speed. The confrontation between the two became more and more intense, and the coach on the sidelines could not help but nod in praise.

"Come on! Hold on a little longer!" The coach's encouraging voice could be heard from the sidelines from time to time.

Every player is working hard in his or her own way, and they have only one goal: to enter international competitions and win glory for their country.

The lights in the training hall are still bright, and the sounds of table tennis balls are still heard.

This place is full of sweat and passion, and also breeds hope and dreams.

Everyone who works hard here is chasing his or her own legend in his or her own way.

Whether it is Xu Xin, Shao Jie, Lin Hui, Jianhua, or those unknown young players, they are all working towards the same goal - to stand on the stage of international competitions and let the world see their brilliance.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the training hall became more and more intense.

Every player is writing his or her own story in his or her own way, and their stories will eventually converge into a glorious chapter in Chinese table tennis.

The sound of table tennis is not only the collision of the ball and the racket, but also the cry of their dreams.

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