The big devil in table tennis

After the training, Lin Hui wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting slightly, and walked to Xu Xin and Shao Jie.

The sun shone through the windows of the gymnasium onto the floor, casting several long shadows.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat, mixed with the faint scent of racket rubber.

"Well done, you guys had a lot of fun today."

Lin Hui said with a smile, with a hint of encouragement and relief in his tone.

His voice echoed in the venue and was particularly clear.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie looked at each other and both showed satisfied smiles on their faces.

Xu Xin patted the racket in his hand and said with a smile: "Indeed, but I find that I am still far behind you, Lin Hui."

Shaojie nodded and added: "Yes, although we won today, your skills are still far beyond our reach."

It’s no wonder that Lin Hui can win the championship every time, and when playing, every move of Lin Hui is worth his careful consideration.

Whether in training or competition, Lin Hui's performance is always amazing.

Each of his movements was smooth and precise, as if they had been honed through thousands of trials and tribulations, without a single flaw.

Every swing and every movement is full of power and beauty, which makes people hold their breath and carefully ponder the mystery.

Especially Lin Hui's backhand smash, which is simply unmatched.

His backhand was clean and neat, the ball was as fast as lightning, and the angle was so tricky that it was hard to predict.

Every time the opponent thought he had seen through his intentions, Lin Hui could always change the route to an unexpected one at the last moment, and the ball would fly into the opponent's blind spot like an arrow.

The combination of speed and strength seemed to exceed the limits of the human body, making people wonder whether he could really master such perfect technology.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie had tried many times to imitate Lin Hui's backhand spike, but no matter how much they practiced, they were always a little short of perfection.

One time after training, Shaojie couldn't help but sigh: Lin Hui's backhand spike is simply like art. No matter how much we practice, we can never reach his level.

Xu Xin also nodded in agreement: Yes, that kind of speed and angle is simply not something a human can do.

Lin Hui's backhand smash not only left his teammates far behind, but also frightened his opponents.

During the game, every time Lin Hui made a backhand gesture, his opponent's expression would become solemn, even a little flustered.

Because they know that this ball may be the key to determining victory or defeat.

Lin Hui always manages to turn the situation around with his backhand smash at the most critical moment, leading the team and himself to victory time and time again.

However, Lin Hui's success does not rely solely on talent.

The reason why his backhand smash is so outstanding is inseparable from his hard training day after day.

Every morning, when others are still asleep, Lin Hui has already started his special training.

He practiced his backhand over and over until his muscles ached and until every detail was perfect.

His persistence and hard work are the real reasons why he can stand at the top.

But Lin Hui smiled and waved his hand: "You are too modest. Today's performance is already very good. As long as you keep working hard, you will surpass me sooner or later." His tone was relaxed, but there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

At this moment, Jianhua stood silently by the side, with his head down, holding the racket tightly in his hand, his knuckles slightly white.

There was no smile on his face, instead he looked a little gloomy.

Hearing everyone's conversation, he felt even more depressed.

He felt like a shadow forgotten in the corner. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to catch up with everyone.

“Everyone has made progress, but I don’t seem to have made any progress.”

Jianhua murmured in a low voice, his voice almost inaudible.

His eyes fell on the floor beneath his feet, as if there was a chasm there that he could not cross.

Lin Hui's eyes fell on Jianhua and he keenly noticed his depressed mood.

Jianhua lowered his head, the racket in his hand unconsciously scratching the ground, his eyes wandering, it was obvious that his mind was no longer on the training ground.

Lin Hui knew that Jianhua must be in a bad mood, or he was not satisfied with his performance today.

He walked over, patted Jianhua on the shoulder, and said gently, "Jianhua, you played very well today, too."

There was a hint of encouragement in Lin Hui's voice, trying to use these words to ease Jianhua's depressed mood.

Jianhua raised his head and forced a smile, but his eyes were still full of self-blame and regret.

How could he not know that Lin Hui was comforting him?

In today's game, it was his several mistakes that led to the ultimate defeat.

Although Lin Hui did not blame him, he knew in his heart that he was holding back.

"Lin Hui, stop comforting me."

Jianhua's voice was a little low and bitter, "If I hadn't made so many mistakes today, we wouldn't have lost. I...I really feel so useless."

He lowered his head and gripped the racket tighter in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white.

His heart was filled with self-blame, as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

He knew that everyone was making progress, but he seemed to be stagnant and even dragged everyone down at critical moments.

Lin Hui looked at Jianhua, feeling somewhat reluctant.

He knew that Jianhua had always been a person who set high standards for himself, and today's defeat was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.

He sighed softly and said in a gentler tone: "Jianhua, it's normal to win and lose in a game. Everyone has bad days. What's important is what we can learn from failure instead of just blaming ourselves."

Jianhua was silent for a moment, still with his head down, his voice choked up: "But... I really don't want to hold you back anymore. Every time I see you guys working so hard, but I can't keep up, I feel really bad."

When Lin Hui heard this, he felt a pang of sadness.

He knew that Jianhua was under a lot of pressure, but he also understood that if this pressure could not be transformed into motivation, it would only make people more depressed.

He patted Jianhua on the shoulder and said firmly: "Jianhua, you are not a drag. Today's mistakes cannot negate your efforts and strength. As long as you adjust your mentality and continue to persevere, you will definitely see your own progress."

Jianhua raised his head, a complicated look flashed in his eyes. He looked at Lin Hui, as if he wanted to find some comfort and strength from the other's eyes.

Lin Hui's eyes were firm and warm, as if telling him: You are not fighting alone.

"Lin Hui, I..." Jianhua opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded.

Seeing this, Xu Xin and Shao Jie immediately stepped forward and joined the ranks of those comforting Jianhua.

Shaojie always liked to use a relaxed tone to ease the tense atmosphere. He patted Jianhua on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Jianhua, it's just a loss, it's no big deal! How about we let you win it back tomorrow?"

There was a hint of teasing in his tone, and a hint of mischief in his eyes, as if he was deliberately trying to make Jianhua happy.

However, after hearing this, Jianhua frowned even more.

His face was a little gloomy. It was obvious that he was not amused by Shaojie's joke. Instead, he felt that the other party was making fun of him.

Xu Xin noticed Jianhua's mood change, and immediately stepped forward, gently pushed Shaojie, and signaled him to stop talking.

Then, he turned to Jianhua and said sincerely, "Jianhua, don't listen to Shaojie's nonsense. You played very well today, really! It's just that you made a mistake on the last ball, which is normal. Everyone has bad times."

Xu Xin's voice was gentle and sincere, and his eyes were full of concern.

She knew that Jianhua had always been strict with himself, and today's mistake was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.

He didn't want Jianhua to fall into the quagmire of self-blame because of a temporary failure.

Jianhua's expression eased a little after hearing what Xu Xin said, but he still lowered his head and said in a low voice: "But... the last ball was really crucial. If I hadn't made a mistake, we wouldn't have lost."

Seeing that Jianhua was still in a low mood, Shaojie stopped joking and said seriously: "Jianhua, don't blame yourself too much. It's just a training session. You will regret it if it's a competition. Besides, no one can guarantee perfect performance every time."

Xu Xin nodded and agreed, "Yes, Jianhua. You performed really well in the first few games today, especially those slices. Even Lin Hui praised you! The mistake in the last ball cannot negate your efforts throughout the game."

Jianhua raised his head, looked at Xu Xin, then at Shaojie, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He knew that his teammates were trying to comfort him, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath and whispered, "Thank you... I just think I should do better."

Shaojie smiled and patted Jianhua on the shoulder again: "Don't think too much! Let's continue training tomorrow and make up for today's mistakes together. Besides, losing once is no big deal, we can just win it back next time!"

Xu Xin also smiled and said, "Yes, Jianhua. We are a small team. We will solve problems together and face difficulties together. Don't carry it alone. Everyone will support you."

As Jianhua listened to his teammates' words, the haze in his heart seemed to gradually dissipate.

He nodded, and finally a faint smile appeared on his face: "Well, I understand. Thank you."

Seeing Jianhua cheer up, Lin Hui patted Jianhua on the shoulder and said, "This is the Jianhua I know! Don't think too much. Let's train together tomorrow and make progress together."

Jianhua took a deep breath, as if he wanted to spit out all the haze in his heart.

He nodded, and finally a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Although the self-blame in his heart has not completely dissipated, he knows that he cannot continue to be immersed in the mood of failure.

He must cheer up, for himself and for everyone else.

After returning to the dormitory, Jianhua lay on the bed, replaying the scenes of today's game in his mind.

Especially the mistake in the last ball, it was like a thorn in his heart, making him unable to let it go.

He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself, but the trajectory of the ball, his opponent's reaction, and the expressions of his teammates replayed in his mind over and over again.

"If I had been calmer at that time, if I could have judged more accurately, if..." Jianhua's mind was full of "ifs", as if as long as one "if" was true, the result would be completely different.

He tossed and turned, and the bed made a slight creaking sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet dormitory.

Time passed minute by minute, the night deepened, and the only sound in the dormitory was the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.

However, Jianhua still couldn't fall asleep.

He became more and more irritated, and his body tossed and turned involuntarily in bed, and the creaking of the bed became more frequent.

The sound finally woke up Lin Hui who was already asleep.

Lin Hui opened his eyes drowsily, and with the faint light from the window, he saw Jianhua still tossing and turning on the bed.

He rubbed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice: "Jianhua, you haven't slept yet, have you?"

Hearing Lin Hui's voice, Jianhua stopped what he was doing and said apologetically, "I woke you up."

Lin Hui yawned, sat up sleepily, and looked in Jianhua's direction: "Jianhua, you are not still thinking about playing basketball, are you?"

Jianhua was silent for a moment, and then replied in a low voice: "Well, I've been thinking about the mistake in the last ball today. If I hadn't made the mistake, we might not have lost."

Lin Hui sighed, with a hint of helplessness and concern in his tone: "Jianhua, it's over. No matter how much you want to, you can't change the result. Instead of torturing yourself like this, you might as well have a good rest and train hard tomorrow."

Jianhua smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "I know, but I just can't control myself. Every time I close my eyes, the image of the ball pops up and I can't fall asleep at all."

Lin Hui listened, was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Jianhua, you know what? Everyone will experience such moments. I once couldn't sleep all night because of mistakes, and felt that I was dragging everyone down. But then I understood a truth - failure is not terrible, what is terrible is being knocked down by failure and losing the courage to move on."

Jianhua raised his head and looked in the direction of Lin Hui. Although he couldn't see the other person's expression in the dark, he could feel the sincerity and strength in Lin Hui's words.

Lin Hui continued: "You have tried very hard today. Mistakes are just part of the game. What's important is what we can learn from them and become stronger. If you keep blaming yourself, it will affect your subsequent training and games."

After hearing this, Jianhua seemed to feel a little relieved.

He took a deep breath and whispered, "Lin Hui, I know you are right, but I just...can't let it go for a while."

Lin Hui smiled and said in a more relaxed tone: "It's okay, take your time. The most important thing for you now is to have a good rest. Tomorrow we will train together and make progress together."

Jianhua nodded. Although he was still a little conflicted, he knew that Lin Hui was right.

He lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to relax.

The dormitory returned to silence, with only the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.

Lin Hui said softly: "Go to sleep! Jianhua, don't think too much"

"Oh." Jianhua responded, with a hint of calmness in his voice.

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