The big devil in table tennis

After several rounds of competition, Xu Xin suddenly exerted force and hit Lin Hui's table with a bang.

This goal directly allowed Lin Xuxin to turn the situation around.

He reacted quickly, but still failed to adjust in time, and the ball bounced on his desk and quickly flew out of bounds.

In the table tennis hall, the lights shine on the green table, reflecting the figures of four people.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie stood on one side of the table, their eyes determined and their rackets tightly held in their hands.

Lin Hui and Jianhua were on the other side. Although they had just lost a goal, their eyes were still sharp and they obviously did not intend to give up easily.

"Xu Xin's goal really made Jianhua and I lose the game with a clear conscience."

Lin Hui wiped the sweat from his forehead, with a hint of joking in his tone.

He looked at Jianhua, and they smiled at each other, obviously convinced by the performance of the previous goal.

When Xu Xin heard Lin Hui's words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and a hint of confidence flashed in his eyes.

He patted Shaojie's shoulder gently, signaling him to stay in the game.

"It's just the beginning, are you two going to surrender?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Xu Xin's voice, but more of it was anticipation for the next game.

Shaojie stood beside Xu Xin, feeling Xu Xin's confidence, and a surge of strength surged in his heart.

He and Xu Xin have been working together for a long time, and the tacit understanding between them has long been ingrained in their bones.

Although their confrontation with Lin Hui and Jianhua has lasted for a long time, every swing and every shot makes them feel their confidence continues to rise.

Bang, bang, bang, the sound of ping-pong balls continued before Lin Hui could speak.

Shaojie's eyes followed the trajectory of the ping-pong ball closely, and the racket in his hand seemed to be one with him.

Xu Xin stood beside him, his eyes sharp and focused, as if he had predicted every move of Lin Hui and Jianhua.

The ball drew arcs in the air at a speed so fast that it was dazzling.

Lin Hui and Jianhua were obviously not to be outdone, and their cooperation was just as tacit.

Lin Hui's attack was fierce and Jianhua's defense was solid. The two used various tactics to try to disrupt the rhythm of Shaojie and Xu Xin.

However, every seemingly fatal attack was cleverly resolved by Shaojie and Xu Xin.

"Bang!" Another powerful smash. Shaojie quickly turned sideways, shook his wrist lightly, and the ball flew towards the opponent's open space at an extremely fast speed.

Jianhua barely caught it, but the ball was too powerful and the height of the return ball was a little inadvertent. Xu Xin seized the opportunity and scored directly with a sharp forward shot.

nice shot!

Shaojie couldn't help but growl and waved his fist in the air.

Xu Xin smiled slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

The tacit understanding between the two of them is getting better and better at this moment!

It's as if one can understand the other person's intentions without words.

Lin Hui whispered a few words to Jianhua, and the two quickly adjusted their tactics.

In the next few balls, Lin Hui began to change his serving style frequently, trying to disrupt the rhythm of Shaojie and Xu Xin.

However, Shaojie and Xu Xin were already used to this kind of psychological warfare, and their mentality was as steady as a rock, and they were not moved at all.

Shaojie felt his heartbeat quickening and sweat dripping down his forehead, but his attention was more focused than ever before.

Afterwards, Lin Hui pulled back a point. This ball was served by Lin Hui with extremely fast speed and strong rotation.

Shaojie quickly determined the trajectory of the ball and hit it back steadily.

Jianhua tried to fight back, but Xu Xin had already predicted his move and directly blocked it.

The ball drew a sharp arc in the air and went straight to the open space on the right side of Jianhua.

Jianhua moved quickly and tried to save the ball, but Xu Xin's smash was too fast and the angle was extremely tricky.

The ball brushed the edge of Jianhua's racket, hit the table heavily, and bounced out of bounds.

This ball was lost again.

Shaojie and Xu Xin won again.

The moment they won the game, they smiled at each other, their eyes full of tacit understanding and trust.

On the contrary, Jianhua's face looked a little solemn. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Lin Hui walked up to him and whispered, "Don't worry, we still have a chance."

Afterwards, Lin Hui clenched the racket in his hand, and the fighting spirit was rekindled in his eyes.

The next ball was served by Shaojie. He stood in front of the table, leaning forward slightly, his eyes sharp. The ball was gently tossed in his hand, and then a fast backspin ball went straight to Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui reacted quickly, flicked his wrist, and returned the ball steadily.

Xu Xin was already prepared. He pulled the ball sideways and the ball flew to Jianhua's left side with a strong spin.

Jianhua quickly adjusted his position and tried to return the ball with a backhand, but the rotation of the ball caught him off guard and the height of the return ball was a little inadvertent. Xu Xin seized the opportunity and counterattacked again.

After Xu Xin made this high shot, the person standing beside him frowned slightly.

A golden light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

The ball drew a high arc in the air, and Lin Hui had already predicted it.

He took a half step back with his right foot, lowered his body slightly, and adjusted the angle of his right hand holding the racket just right.

The moment the ball fell, Lin Hui shook his wrist, and there was a crisp "pop" sound when the racket face touched the ball.

This backhand quick attack was fast and tricky, and the ball flew along the net towards Xu Xin's forehand at a wide angle.

Although Xu Xin was prepared, the speed of this ball still exceeded his expectations.

Lin Hui's backhand quick attack fully demonstrated his characteristics. Although Xu Xin barely reached the ball, the quality of his return ball was obviously reduced!

Xu Xin's return was a bit high, Lin Hui seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and made a forehand rush.

The ball flew straight to Xu Xin's backhand like an arrow. Xu Xin barely turned sideways and almost gave Lin Hui a point.

The ping-pong ball drew graceful arcs in the air, like a tireless bird, shuttling back and forth between the two ends of the table.

Xu Xin's lob was extremely decisive. The ball flew high and almost touched the lights on the top of the gymnasium.

Jianhua stood at the other end of the table, looking up at the trajectory of the ball.

His figure cast a long shadow under the light, swaying slightly as the ball moved.

When the ball fell, he caught it steadily, and with a slight shake of his wrist, the ball flew high again.

This return shot was a few points higher than Xu Xin's. The ball seemed to pause in the air for a moment before slowly falling down.

Shaojie has been ready to go.

He stood two steps back than usual, with his knees slightly bent and his center of gravity lowered.

When the ball fell, he took a deep breath, stretched his arms like a bow, and there was a slight "pop" sound when the racket face touched the ball.

This high lob was so powerful that it went straight to the ceiling, and at its highest point it was almost parallel to the banner at the top. The height of the ball was probably four or five meters!

Lin Hui stood in front of the table, his eyes were sharp. He stood further back than usual, and his right-hand grip was slightly adjusted.

When the ball dropped, his movements were smooth, as if he had rehearsed them a thousand times.

The moment the racket face touched the ball, he shook his wrist slightly, and the ball flew high again, this time a few points higher than before.

In this way, the arc drawn by the ping-pong ball in the air became higher and higher, like a silent contest.

Fine beads of sweat were already oozing out of Xu Xin's forehead, but his eyes were still focused.

Jianhua and Shaojie's breathing also became rapid, but neither of them wanted to break this rhythm first.

The atmosphere in the gymnasium became increasingly tense, and the "pa, pa" sound made by the ping-pong ball and the racket echoed in the empty venue.

Every shot seems to challenge the limits of physics as well as the players' patience and skills.

When the ball flew high again, Xu Xin's mouth corners raised slightly.

He knew that this silent battle had just begun.

The ball flew high again, and the whistling sound that cut through the air seemed to have some kind of rhythm.

Xu Xin's eyes followed the white arc closely, her steps were light and steady, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

When the ball fell, her wrist shook slightly, and there was a crisp "bang" sound when the racket face touched the ball. The ball soared into the sky again, a few points higher than before.

Jianhua’s eyes became more serious.

Although his breathing was rapid, his hand holding the racket was as steady as a rock.

When the ball fell, his body leaned back slightly, his arms stretched like a bow, and the moment the racket face touched the ball, the ball flew high again.

The return ball had a slight side spin, and the ball drew a slightly tilted arc in the air, as if challenging the opponent's patience.

Shaojie's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, but his eyes were still sharp. He stood further back than usual, with his knees slightly bent and his center of gravity lowered.

When the ball fell, his movements were clean and neat, and the moment the racket face touched the ball, the ball flew high again.

This return ball had a strong topspin, and the ball seemed to stagnate in the air for a moment before slowly falling down.

Lin Hui stood in front of the table with a sharp gaze.

Although his breathing was rapid, his hand holding the racket was as steady as a rock.

When the ball fell, he shook his wrist slightly, and the moment the racket face touched the ball, the ball flew high again.

This return ball had a strong backspin, and the ball drew a strange arc in the air, as if challenging each other's judgment.

The height of the ball has exceeded six meters!

For the four of them, their patience and skills were put to a great test!

The ball flew high again, and the whistling sound that cut through the air seemed to have some kind of rhythm.

Xu Xin's eyes followed the white arc closely, her steps were light and steady, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

When the ball fell, her wrist shook slightly, and there was a crisp "bang" sound when the racket face touched the ball. The ball soared into the sky again, a few points higher than before.

This silent contest seems to have no end.

Every shot seems to challenge the limits of physics as well as the players' patience and skills.

The arc drawn by the ball in the air was getting higher and higher, like a silent contest.

Fine beads of sweat were already oozing out of Xu Xin's forehead, but his eyes were still focused.

Jianhua and Shaojie's breathing also became rapid, but neither of them wanted to break this rhythm first.

The "bang, bang" sound made when the ping-pong ball hits the racket.

Every shot seems to challenge the limits of physics as well as each other's patience and skills.

When the ball flew high again, Xu Xin's mouth corners raised slightly.

Xu Xin's eyes followed the white arc closely. Sweat slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the table, making a slight "tick-tock" sound.

Although her breathing was rapid, her hand holding the racket was as steady as a rock.

When the ball fell, her wrist shook slightly, and there was a crisp "bang" sound when the racket face touched the ball. The ball soared into the sky again, a few points higher than before.

Jianhua’s eyes became more serious.

Although his breathing was rapid, his hand holding the racket was as steady as a rock.

When the ball fell, his body leaned back slightly, his arms stretched like a bow, and the moment the racket face touched the ball, the ball flew high again.

The return ball had a slight side spin, and the ball drew a slightly tilted arc in the air, as if challenging the opponent's patience.

Shaojie's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, but his eyes were still sharp. He stood further back than usual, with his knees slightly bent and his center of gravity lowered.

When the ball fell, his movements were clean and neat, and the moment the racket face touched the ball, the ball flew high again.

This return ball had a strong topspin, and the ball seemed to stagnate in the air for a moment before slowly falling down.

Lin Hui stood in front of the table, his eyes were sharp. Although his breathing was rapid, his hand holding the racket was as steady as a rock.

When the ball fell, he shook his wrist slightly, and the moment the racket face touched the ball, the ball flew high again.

This return ball had a strong backspin, and the ball drew a strange arc in the air, as if challenging the opponent's judgment.

The height of the ball was over six meters! This was a great test of their patience and skills!

The ball flew high again, and the whistling sound that cut through the air seemed to have some kind of rhythm.

Xu Xin's eyes followed the white arc closely, her steps were light and steady, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

When the ball fell, her wrist shook slightly, and there was a crisp "bang" sound when the racket face touched the ball. The ball soared into the sky again, a few points higher than before.

This silent contest seems to have no end.

Every shot seemed to challenge the limits of physics, as well as the patience and skills of the players. The arc drawn by the ball in the air was higher and higher, like a silent contest.

Xu Xin's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, but her eyes were still focused. Jianhua and Shaojie's breathing also became rapid, but neither of them wanted to break this rhythm first.

The atmosphere in the gymnasium became increasingly tense, and the "bang, bang" sound made by the ping-pong ball and the racket echoed in the venue.

Every shot seems to challenge the limits of physics as well as the players' patience and skills.

When the ball flew high again, Xu Xin's mouth curled up slightly. She realized that she had to make a decision.

It was directly placed on Lin Hui’s desk.

What she never expected was that she actually succeeded.

Lin Hui didn't catch it.

Xu Xin won.

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