The big devil in table tennis

The next morning, the sun shone through the glass roof of the gymnasium onto the wooden floor, casting a golden glow.

Jianhua arrived at the training ground early, changed into sportswear, picked up the racket, swung it gently, and felt the strength of his wrist.

His eyes were focused and determined, as if last night's failure had never happened.

Lin Hui walked out of the locker room with a bottle of water in his hand. Seeing Jianhua had already started warming up, he couldn't help but smile: "So hard-working? It seems that last night's failure was a big stimulus to you."

Jianhua turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Failure is the mother of success. Besides, don't we still have a chance today?"

Then he looked at Xu Xin not far away. Her serve was still sharp. With a swing of the racket, the ping-pong ball flew across the net like lightning and went straight to Shaojie's backhand.

Shaojie reacted very quickly, turned sideways, and hit the ball back steadily.

The two players cooperated very well, and the ball drew beautiful arcs in the air.

"They are in good shape," Lin Hui walked over to Jianhua, his eyes also falling on the mixed doubles court, "It seems that they are stable again."

Jianhua nodded, but there was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes: "We can't fall behind in singles. Lin Hui, want a game?"

Lin Hui raised his eyebrows: "So anxious? Aren't you afraid of losing to me again?"

Jianhua smiled and clenched his racket: "The outcome is still uncertain, we will know after we try."

The two walked to the singles court and got ready. Jianhua took a deep breath and stared closely at Lin Hui's movements.

Lin Hui's serve was still tricky, with an extremely fast speed, going straight to Jianhua's forehand position.

Jianhua moved quickly, flicked his wrist, and hit the ball back steadily.

The ball flew back and forth in the air, making crisp "pop" sounds.

The two men moved faster and faster, sweat dripping down their foreheads, but neither of them stopped.

Jianhua's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had found some kind of rhythm, and each swing of the racket became more precise.

His steps were light and steady, and every movement was just right, as if he could predict Lin Hui's every move.

Lin Hui's ball speed is still astonishingly fast, but Jianhua can always catch it steadily and even start to counterattack.

"Snap!" Another fierce smash, the ball went straight to Lin Hui's forehand position.

Lin Hui quickly turned sideways and barely blocked the ball back, but the arc of the ball was not perfect enough.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and the ball flew over the net at a very low angle and went straight to Lin Hui's backhand blind spot.

Lin Hui had no time to react before the ball hit the ground.

He stood there, panting, and shook his head helplessly: "You are like a different person in this state."

Jianhua smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Instead, Lin Hui came over and patted Jianhua on the shoulder: "It seems that you have really found the feeling."

Jianhua nodded, his eyes determined and he smiled.

At this moment, Jianhua turned his head to look at the mixed doubles court. Xu Xin was using a fake move to deceive Shaojie. The ball passed the net at a very low angle, but Shaojie rushed forward quickly and saved the ball almost close to the ground.

The two of them cooperated perfectly and their movements were smooth, as if they had practiced it thousands of times.

"They are in really good shape," Jianhua whispered.

Naturally, Jianhua and Lin Hui could not fall behind, so they returned to the venue and got ready.

Lin Hui's serve was still sharp, with an extremely fast speed, going straight to Jianhua's forehand position.

Jianhua moved quickly, flicked his wrist, and hit the ball back steadily.

The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air and went straight to Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui turned sideways to catch the ball, but the rotation of the ball caught him off guard and the quality of his return was not high.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and flicked his wrist lightly. The ball flew over the net at a very low angle and went straight to Lin Hui's forehand blind spot.

Lin Hui managed to catch it, but the arc of the ball was not perfect enough.

Jianhua seized the opportunity again and made a fierce smash, the ball hitting Lin Hui's backhand directly. Although Lin Hui managed to catch it, the ball had already gone out of bounds.

Lin Hui stood there, looked down at the ball on the ground, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a nonchalant smile.

He casually picked up the ball with his racket and held it in his hand.

Keep playing ball.

Jianhua's serve was still sharp, but this time, his ball path became more varied.

The ball drew a strange arc in the air and went straight to Jianhua's backhand.

Jianhua moved quickly, flicked his wrist, and hit the ball back steadily.

Lin Hui reacted very quickly. He turned sideways and lightly flicked the racket. The ball flew over the net at a very low angle and went straight to Jianhua's forehand position.

Jianhua rushed forward quickly and saved the ball almost touching the ground.

The two people's movements became faster and faster, and the ball flew back and forth in the air, making crisp "pop" sounds.

On the sidelines, Xu Xin and Shao Jie had finished their training and were standing by to watch the game.

Xu Xin crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Jianhua is in good shape today. Lin Hui is almost unable to cope with it."

Shaojie nodded, his eyes fixed on the two players on the court: "Jianhua's movements are smoother than before, and his sense of rhythm is very good. Although Lin Hui's ball paths are varied, Jianhua can always find opportunities to counterattack."

On the court, Jianhua seized the opportunity again and made a fierce smash, the ball going straight to Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui barely caught it, but the arc of the ball was not perfect. Jianhua quickly stepped forward, flicked his wrist, and the ball passed the net at a very low angle and went straight to Lin Hui's forehand blind spot.

Lin Hui had no time to react before the ball hit the ground.

Lin Hui stood in the middle of the court, looked down at the racket in his hand, and let out a breath.

Although he had lost two goals in a row to Jianhua, his eyes remained calm, without the slightest panic.

He raised his head and looked at Jianhua opposite him, with a slight smile on his face: "It seems that you are in good shape today."

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his forehead and said seriously: "You are not bad, but you may not have found the rhythm today."

Lin Hui smiled, spun the ball in his hands and said, "As for the rhythm, you'll find it if you try." After he said that, he walked to the sidelines, picked up the water cup, took a sip, and a hint of thought flashed in his eyes.

On the sidelines, Xu Xin and Shao Jie were discussing something in low voices.

Xu Xin crossed his arms and looked at Lin Hui: "Lin Hui's condition today is indeed a bit off. Normally, his ball path would not be so easy for Jianhua to catch."

Shaojie nodded: "Maybe he didn't get enough rest last night. But Lin Hui's mentality has always been very good, so he shouldn't be affected too much." Xu Xin smiled: "That's right, he never plays for winning or losing, but for enjoying the process."

On the court, Lin Hui returned to his position, gripped the racket tightly, and his eyes became focused.

He gently tossed the ball up, flicked his wrist, and the ball went straight to Jianhua's backhand at an extremely fast speed.

Jianhua moved quickly and hit the ball back steadily.

Lin Hui reacted very quickly. He turned sideways and lightly flicked the racket. The ball flew over the net at a very low angle and went straight to Jianhua's forehand position.

Jianhua rushed forward quickly and saved the ball almost touching the ground. The two of them moved faster and faster, and the ball flew back and forth in the air, making crisp "pa pa" sounds.

This time, Lin Hui's rhythm was obviously much more stable.

His ball paths became more varied, sometimes sharp, sometimes gentle, catching Jianhua off guard.

Although Jianhua was still focused, he could clearly feel that Lin Hui's condition was gradually improving.

"Snap!" Lin Hui made a fierce smash and the ball went straight to Jianhua's backhand.

Jianhua managed to catch it, but the arc of the ball was not perfect enough.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity, took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and the ball flew over the net at a very low angle and went straight to Jianhua's forehand blind spot.

Jianhua had no time to react before the ball hit the ground.

He stood there, panting, and shook his head helplessly: "You recover so quickly."

Lin Hui smiled, walked to the sidelines and wiped his sweat with a towel: "When playing basketball, winning or losing is not important, what's important is to enjoy the process."

Jianhua nodded, with a little more admiration in his eyes: "You are right. But I will not give up easily."

Lin Hui just smiled gently.

The atmosphere on the training ground gradually became tense, and everyone knew that the next game would be a tough battle.

Xu Xin and Shaojie continued to practice mixed doubles, while Jianhua and Lin Hui started a new round of singles competition.

The sound of rackets swinging, the sound of sneakers rubbing against the floor, and the occasional shouts of the players all intertwined together, as if playing a passionate battle song.

The sun is still shining, but there is a fire burning in everyone's heart.

They know that only by trying their best can they win their own victory in this war without gunpowder.

The sound of rackets swinging, the sound of sneakers rubbing against the floor, and the occasional shouts of the players all intertwined together, as if playing a passionate battle song.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie’s training has also gotten into shape!

Xu Xin suddenly made a fake move, lightly flicked the racket, and the ball passed over the net at a very low angle.

Shaojie rushed forward quickly and saved the ball almost touching the ground.

Xu Xin couldn't help but laugh: "Beautiful! This reaction speed is simply amazing!"

Shaojie wiped the sweat off his face and panted as he said, "Isn't it because of you? Your fake moves are becoming more and more difficult to defend against."

Xu Xin walked over with a smile and patted Shaojie on the shoulder: "Your reaction speed is like a spring. However, we need to work together better. There won't be so many opportunities for you to save the ball during the game."

Shaojie nodded and wiped the sweat from his forehead: “I know.

But your fake moves were too realistic, I was almost fooled by you just now."

Xu Xin raised her eyebrows and said mysteriously, "This is my unique skill. I have been practicing it for several years." After she finished speaking, she turned around and took out a bottle of water from her bag on the sidelines and handed it to Shaojie, "Drink some water and take a rest. We will practice a few more sets of serving and receiving later."

Shaojie took the water, took a sip, and his eyes unconsciously drifted towards the singles court.

The duel between Jianhua and Lin Hui was still fierce. The sound of swinging rackets and the "pa pa" sound of the ball were intertwined, like a battle without the smoke of gunpowder.

"Jianhua is in good shape today," Shaojie whispered, "Lin Hui is almost unable to withstand it."

Xu Xin followed his gaze and saw Jianhua's fierce smash, the ball going straight to Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui managed to catch it, but the arc of the ball was not perfect enough.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and the ball flew over the net at a very low angle and went straight to Lin Hui's forehand blind spot.

"Good shot!" Xu Xin couldn't help but shout.

Jianhua heard the voice, turned around, waved at Xu Xin and Shaojie, with a confident smile on his face. Lin Hui shook his head helplessly, walked to the sidelines and picked up the water cup: "It seems that you are really serious today."

Jianhua walked over, took the water handed to him by Lin Hui, took a sip, and laughed.

At this time, the coach came over with a training plan in his hand: "Everyone is in good shape, but don't forget, there is a tactical analysis meeting in the afternoon. Especially for the mixed doubles, Xu Xin and Shao Jie, you have to study the opponent's video carefully."

Xu Xin put down his racket, walked to the bench at the side of the court, sat down, and wiped his sweat with a towel.

Shaojie also sat down and took out a copy of his opponent's information from his bag and handed it to Xu Xin.

"Look at this," Shaojie pointed to a video screenshot on the file, "This is the video of their last match. Their mixed doubles team likes to suddenly change the line in the third shot and hit the opponent's backhand."

Xu Xin took the information, looked at it carefully, and frowned slightly: "Indeed, their line change is very sudden, and the ball speed is very fast. If we don't pay attention, it will be easy for them to disrupt the rhythm."

Shaojie nodded: "So I think we have to pay more attention to their position when receiving the serve. If they are positioned to the left, they are likely to change the line and hit our backhand."

Xu Xin touched his chin thoughtfully: "That makes sense. However, we can't just defend blindly, we have to find opportunities to counterattack. Their backhand position is actually a weakness, but they covered it up with a change of line."

Shaojie's eyes lit up: "You mean, we can deliberately give them the ball on the backhand side, lure them to change the line, and then seize the opportunity to hit their forehand blind spot?"

Xu Xin smiled and said, "That's right. However, this depends on our tacit understanding. You have to be ready to fill in at any time and don't let them take advantage of the opportunity."

Shaojie clenched his fists, full of confidence: "No problem! We have practiced for so long, we already have a tacit understanding."

Just then, Jianhua and Lin Hui came over. Jianhua was holding a bottle of water and asked while drinking, "Are you discussing tactics?"

Xu Xin nodded and handed him the information: "Yes, the opponent's mixed doubles combination is very good at changing lines. We have to find a way to deal with it."

Jianhua took the information, looked at it carefully, and frowned slightly: "Their change of line is indeed very sudden, but I think their forehand position actually has loopholes. You see, after they change the line, their forehand defense is often half a beat slower."

Lin Hui came over to take a look and nodded: "That's right. If you can quickly counterattack after they change their line and hit their forehand position, you might be able to catch them off guard."

Xu Xin and Shao Jie looked at each other, with a hint of excitement in their eyes. Xu Xin patted Jianhua on the shoulder and said, "As expected of a singles expert, you have a sharp eye."

Jianhua smiled and said: "Although the rhythms of singles and mixed doubles are different, the tactical analysis is the same."

Shaojie nodded, picked up a pen and made some marks on the information: "Then we have to discuss these details in our tactical analysis meeting this afternoon."

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