The big devil in table tennis

Lin Hui smiled gently, his eyes slightly wrinkled.

Lin Hui could only respond to everyone's comments with a chuckle.

Then he looked at Jianhua and found that Jianhua's originally tense expression had relaxed a little, as if he found some comfort because of these words.

Then, Jianhua turned his head and looked at Xu Xin, with a hint of teasing and sincerity in his tone: "Xu Xin, you are being modest again. In the mixed doubles world, you play second and no one dares to play first."

As soon as this sentence came out, the atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed. The tacit cooperation and outstanding performance of Xu Xin and Shao Jie have long been a legend in the table tennis world.

They stood on the podium of the mixed doubles competition time and time again, holding the championship trophy, and all their efforts and sweat were seen by everyone.

Whether in domestic or international competitions, their names have long become synonymous with the mixed doubles field.

However, it was this compliment that made Xu Xin feel a little embarrassed.

She lowered her head slightly, with a faint smile on her lips, "Shaojie's contribution is also very great. We just did our best and we were lucky."

Shaojie couldn't help laughing when he heard Xu Xin's words, "Xu Xin, if you continue to be modest, everyone will think that we really relied on luck." His words caused everyone to laugh, and the atmosphere became more harmonious.

Lin Hui looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The success of Xu Xin and Shao Jie is not accidental. Their tacit understanding and hard work are obvious to everyone.

In every training session and every competition, they go all out and never slack off. It is this unremitting spirit that makes them the leader in the mixed doubles field.

"Watch the game!" Lin Hui suddenly broke the silence.

"Watch the game!" Lin Hui suddenly shouted, breaking the silence on the court.

His voice was loud and powerful, as if it instantly ignited the tension in the air.

Following this shout, the four people immediately re-engaged in the fierce competition.

The ping-pong ball flew back and forth quickly on the table, making crisp "bang bang bang" sounds. The rhythm was tight and powerful, as if every hit was hitting everyone's eardrums.

The speed of the ball was so fast that it was almost impossible to see the trajectory of the ball. All you could hear was the continuous sound of the collision echoing in the empty stadium.

Xu Xin's eyes were focused and sharp, his body leaned forward slightly, his feet moved flexibly, ready to meet the opponent's attack at any time.

Shaojie stood diagonally across from him with a calm expression. The racket in his hand seemed like an extension of his body, and every swing was precise and powerful.

Lin Hui and Jianhua were not to be outdone. They cooperated well with each other and the transition between offense and defense was quick and smooth.

Each of Lin Hui's serves was accompanied by strong spin, trying to disrupt the opponent's rhythm; while Jianhua relied on his excellent reaction speed to repeatedly resolve crises at critical moments.

The competition on the table became more and more intense. Beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the four players, but no one stopped.

Every shot is filled with a contest of strength and skill, as if it is not only a competition of skills, but also a showdown of will and mentality.

"Bang!" Another powerful smash, the ball flew towards Xu Xin's half like lightning.

Xu Xin quickly turned sideways, flicked his wrist, and received the ball steadily.

Shaojie followed closely behind with a clever slice, controlling the ball's rotation and speed just right.

Lin Hui and Jianhua were almost unable to cope.

Shaojie's slice was like a light arc. The ball drew a beautiful trajectory in the air, with a strong backspin, heading straight to the opponent's backhand.

Seeing this, Lin Hui frowned slightly, quickly adjusted his pace, and tried to use a backhand twist to resolve the ball.

However, the ball's rotation was beyond his expectations. As soon as the racket touched the ball, it fell rapidly and almost hit the net.

"Good shot!" Jianhua couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, with a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

He quickly filled in the position and prepared to meet the next wave of attack from Xu Xin and Shao Jie.

Xu Xin did not give Lin Hui much chance to breathe. With sharp eyes and light steps, she moved to the center of the table. With a slight flick of her wrist, she hit a quick loop ball straight to Lin Hui's forehand corner.

The ball was hitting extremely fast, with strong topspin, as if it was tearing the air apart.

Lin Hui was not willing to be outdone. He quickly leaned his body sideways and swung his arms violently, trying to hit the ball back with a counter-attack.

However, Xu Xin's loop ball spun too strongly, and as soon as Lin Hui's racket touched the ball, the ball bounced high and flew out of the table.

Lin Hui and Jianhua looked at each other. Although they felt a little regretful, they were more concerned about the improvement in practice.

They knew that Xu Xin and Shao Jie's strength should not be underestimated, especially when dealing with key points, they were very calm and decisive.

Everyone knows this.

Although this was just a practice match, the four people on the field did not relax at all, and everyone gave their all as if it were a formal game.

They poured all their strength and concentration into every ball, as if every shot was related to the final victory or defeat.

Especially Jianhua, his eyes revealed a spirit of not admitting defeat.

He knew that he had never stood on the championship podium, while Xu Xin and Shao Jie had already become legends in the mixed doubles field.

This gap filled him with pressure and motivation.

He secretly told himself that he had to work harder and harder than them to have a chance to catch up.

Every time Jianhua swung the racket, he used all his strength, and his steps moved quickly and decisively, as if he wanted to vent all his regrets and unwillingness through the racket.

His forehead was already covered with sweat, and the jersey on the back was also soaked with sweat, but he had no intention of stopping.

His eyes were fixed on the flying ball, with only one thought in his mind: no mistakes, every ball must be played well.

Xu Xin and Shaojie also felt Jianhua's fighting spirit.

After Xu Xin returned the ball, panting slightly, he whispered to Shaojie: "Jianhua is in good shape today, playing more aggressively than usual."

Shaojie nodded, with some approval in his eyes: "Yes, it seems that he really wants to beat us."

Lin Hui also noticed Jianhua's changes.

He encouraged: "Come on, keep up this state, we can win!" Jianhua nodded and didn't say much, but the determination in his eyes became more obvious.

As the practice continued, Jianhua's every shot was full of power and determination. His forehand attack became more fierce, and his backhand defense became more stable.

Although Xu Xin and Shaojie still cooperated very well, Jianhua and Lin Hui's tenacious resistance made them feel a little pressure.

"Bang!" Jianhua hit the ball hard towards Xu Xin's backhand with another powerful smash. Xu Xin quickly turned sideways and barely blocked the ball back, but the ball's landing point was not ideal.

Seeing this, Shaojie hurriedly filled in and tried to resolve the crisis with a slice, but Lin Hui had already seen the opportunity and hit the ball into the open space with a quick counter-attack.

"Good shot!" Jianhua couldn't help but shout, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

He knew that this point was not only a technical victory, but also the result of their unremitting efforts.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie smiled at each other. Although they lost points, they were not frustrated at all.

Xu Xin walked up to Jianhua and said with a smile: "It seems that you really don't intend to let us have an easy time today." Jianhua wiped the sweat off his face and said firmly: "Practice is a competition, I will not show mercy."

Shaojie also came over and patted Jianhua on the shoulder: "That's right, with such fighting spirit, the championship will be yours sooner or later."

Jianhua nodded, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He knows that he still has a long way to go before he can become the champion, but as long as he keeps fighting like that, one day he will stand on the podium he has always dreamed of.

At this moment, the figures of four people kept interweaving on the table, sweat was pouring down, and the sound of the ball echoed.

Although this was just a practice session, every bit of their effort was accumulating strength for future victory.

"Bang, bang, bang--" the ping-pong ball flew across the table quickly, one after another, crisp and loud, as if playing a tense and intense piece of music.

The sound of each ball hitting the target was full of power and speed, echoing in the empty stadium and making people's heart beat faster.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie still cooperated well with each other. Each of their shots was accompanied by strong rotation and precise landing, trying to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

Lin Hui and Jianhua fought tenaciously, especially Jianhua. There was a unwillingness to admit defeat in his eyes. He was agile in his steps and quick in his reactions, as if every ball determined the final outcome.

Suddenly, Shaojie's quick arc ball broke the balance on the court.

The ball, with strong topspin, went straight to Jianhua's backhand, so fast that it was almost impossible to see its trajectory.

The goal came suddenly and trickily, like a cold arrow, hitting the opponent's soft spot.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly and his body reacted almost instinctively.

He quickly turned sideways, moved his feet quickly, swung his arms violently, and the racket touched the ball at the last moment.

He barely blocked the ball back, but the landing point was not ideal and went straight to Xu Xin's forehand position.

Seeing this, Xu Xin's eyes flashed with sharpness, and he smashed the ball without hesitation, and the ball flew towards Jianhua's half like lightning.

Jianhua had just stood firm and had no time to adjust his center of gravity. He could only watch the ball fly past him, hit the table heavily, and then bounce out of bounds.

"That was a close call!" Jianhua breathed a sigh of relief, and more beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He knew that if he had not reacted in time, this ball would have probably ended the round directly.

He wiped the sweat off his face, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, but more of it was satisfaction with his own reaction speed.

Lin Hui said while playing the ball: "Good reaction, they almost succeeded."

Jianhua nodded and said firmly: "We can't let them score easily. We have to be more focused."

Shaojie and Xu Xin smiled at each other. Shaojie joked, "It seems that Jianhua is really hard to deal with today. He can even receive this kind of ball." Xu Xin also smiled and nodded, "Yes, it seems that we have to work harder."

Jianhua's tenacious resistance put Xu Xin and Shaojie under pressure, while Lin Hui's steady performance also added a lot of confidence to their combination.

Every shot is filled with a contest of strength and wisdom, as if it is not only a competition of skills, but also a showdown of mentality and will.

The moment the racket hits the ball, time seems to freeze and the air is filled with tension. Every move has been honed thousands of times, and every swing of the racket contains the desire for victory.

The ping-pong ball spins rapidly on the table, drawing beautiful arcs, as if telling of the athletes' inner determination and perseverance.

"Bang, bang, bang--" the sound of the ball rang out again. The figures of four people kept crossing each other on the table, sweat was dripping, and the sound of the ball echoed.

Jianhua's eyes were focused and determined, and every time he struck the ball, he was filled with a spirit of not giving up, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this moment.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie have a tacit understanding. Their cooperation is seamless, as if they are in tune with each other. They can understand each other's intentions with just a glance or a gesture.

Their playing styles are completely different, but they blend perfectly on this small table to form an indestructible line of defense.

Although this was just a practice match, every bit of their effort was accumulating strength for future victory.

Every swing of the racket and every run is a challenge to one's own limits.

Sweat soaked their clothes, but could not extinguish the passion in their hearts.

Their eyes sparkled with a desire for victory, as if telling everyone: no matter how difficult it is, they will not give up.

Whether it is Jianhua's unremitting efforts or Xu Xin and Shaojie's tacit cooperation, people can see their love and persistence for table tennis.

Every time they hit the ball, it is a pursuit of their dream; every time they sweat, it is a commitment to the future.

On this table, they are not just playing, but also writing their own legends.

Their figures appear particularly tall under the light, as if announcing to the world: no matter how difficult the road ahead is, they will move forward bravely and never give up.

The sound of the ball is still echoing, the sweat is still being shed, but their footsteps have never stopped.

Because they know that every effort made today will become the cornerstone of victory tomorrow.

Therefore, everyone tried their best and practiced very hard, as if this was not just an ordinary training session, but a real competition.

The atmosphere on the table was tense and solemn, and there was an invisible pressure in the air, as if every minute and every second was testing their will and endurance.

Jianhua's eyes are as sharp as an eagle. Every swing of his racket carries a force like thunder. The moment the racket collides with the ball, there is a crisp and powerful sound.

His steps were steady and swift, as if he was dancing on the table, and every movement was full of explosive power.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but he didn't care, as if all the fatigue was covered by the desire for victory.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie are like a pair of partners with perfect understanding. Their cooperation is smooth and it seems as if they are in sync with each other.

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