The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1276 Practice Never Ends

After a brief greeting, they began today's practice.

Xu Xin and Shaojie, Jianhua and Lin Hui, stood at the two ends of the table tennis table, concentrating on their training. The clear sound of the table tennis balls hitting the rackets and the table echoed in the arena, with a brisk rhythm, like a vibrant piece of music.

The ball speed on Xu Xin and Shao Jie's table was very fast, and the offensive and defensive battle between the two was fierce and exciting. Xu Xin's loop ball had strong rotation, and Shao Jie used his agile steps and precise counterattacks to send the ball back to the opponent's table again and again. Fine beads of sweat had seeped out of their foreheads, but their eyes were still focused, without any slackness.

On the other side, Jianhua and Lin Hui's sparring was also in full swing.

Lin Hui's serve varied, sometimes short, sometimes long, trying to disrupt Jianhua's rhythm.

However, Jianhua's reaction was extremely quick. He was able to accurately judge the landing point of the ball every time and return it with a powerful smash.

But suddenly I became careless.

"Lin Hui, your dunk was so accurate!" Jianhua couldn't help but admire.

He saw Lin Hui directly hit back the ball he had hit. The ball was extremely fast and at a tricky angle, and it just brushed the edge of the table and was almost impossible to catch.

Lin Hui smiled slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and responded: "You are careless, right? You served the ball a little high just now, which gave me a chance."

Jianhua shook his head and said with a smile: "It seems that I need to practice my serve more. I can't let you score so easily."

The two smiled at each other, and then plunged into the intense practice again.

The atmosphere in the gym was warm and harmonious, and everyone was concentrating on improving their skills.

The sounds of table tennis balls continued one after another, and the loud sounds seemed to be telling of their love and persistence for this sport.

Time passed unknowingly and sweat soaked their sportswear, but their enthusiasm did not diminish in the slightest.

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

Afterwards, Lin Hui stared at the flying ping-pong ball, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Although Jianhua's shot came with great force, speed and angle, he did not retreat.

He moved quickly, his body leaning forward slightly, and the racket in his hand was held firmly, as if it was integrated with his arm.

Just as the ball was about to fly past his side, Lin Hui swung his racket suddenly, and his wrist turned flexibly, and a crisp "pop" sound was heard when the racket touched the ball.

The ball bounced back at an extremely fast speed, drawing a beautiful arc and heading straight to the open space on Jianhua's left side.

Jianhua obviously did not expect that Lin Hui could hit such a high-quality return in such a passive situation. His steps were a little slow and he barely turned sideways to receive the ball, but the ball had already brushed the edge of his racket and flew off the table.

"Good shot!" The teammates watching the game on the sidelines couldn't help but cheer.

Lin Hui let out a long sigh, his lips slightly raised, and a light of victory flashed in his eyes.

He knew that this ball was not only a contest of skills, but also a test of willpower.

Jianhua shook his head and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

He walked to the edge of the table, picked up the ball, and tossed it gently, his eyes rekindled with fighting spirit. "Come again!" he shouted, his tone full of challenge.

Lin Hui nodded, gripped his racket tightly, and prepared for the next round of competition.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and it seemed as if invisible sparks burst out.

The atmosphere on the field became tense again, and the teammates around him held their breath, looking forward to the next exciting match.

The ping-pong ball flies back and forth on the table, and every hit is accompanied by a crisp sound, as if playing an intense piece of music.

Lin Hui and Jianhua's figures moved quickly on both sides of the table, sweat dripped down their foreheads, but their eyes were always focused, without any slackness.

This practice match has long surpassed a simple technical exchange and has become a contest of will and perseverance between the two.

And they all know that only in this kind of high-intensity confrontation can they truly improve themselves and make the best preparation for the upcoming competition.

The same is true for Shaojie and Xu Xin who are practicing playing tennis.

When they saw each other hitting the ping-pong balls towards them, they would immediately hit the ping-pong balls back at them, going back and forth like this to prevent the ping-pong balls from falling from their hands.

Next to Shaojie and Xu Xin's table, the ping-pong ball drew quick arcs in the air, as if an invisible bond closely connected the two people.

Their movements were clean and sharp, and every swing was full of power and precision.

The sound of the ball bouncing on the table was crisp and rhythmic, like an accompaniment to their confrontation.

Shaojie's eyes were focused and calm, his steps were agile, and his body kept adjusting along the trajectory of the ball, as if he had already predicted every shot of Xu Xin.

His return was sometimes swift and sometimes light, trying to disrupt Xu Xin's rhythm.

Xu Xin was not inferior at all. He had a very fast reaction speed and flexible wrist, and he could always hit the ball back at a clever angle, which made Shaojie feel doubled the pressure.

The scores of the two players rose alternately, and neither of them let the other gain the upper hand easily.

Although this was just a practice match, their seriousness was no less than that of a formal competition.

Xu Xin suddenly made a swift smash, and the ball flew to Shaojie's open right side like lightning.

Shaojie quickly turned sideways and barely blocked the ball back, but the ball was a little too high, giving Xu Xin a chance to attack again.

Xu Xin did not hesitate and made another powerful smash. This time Shaojie failed to catch the ball and it flew off the table.

Xu Xin clenched his fists and a smile of victory appeared on his face, but he did not let his guard down.

He knew that Shaojie would never give up easily.

Sure enough, Shaojie picked up the ball, tossed it gently, and his eyes revealed a spirit of not admitting defeat.

After that, Xu Xin nodded and got into position again.

The two men's duel began again, and the ball flew across the table at a rapid speed, as if there would never be a moment of rest.

Their clothes were soaked with sweat, but no one stopped. Every shot was a test of their skills; every run was a test of their physical strength.

From time to time, teammates would watch.

Some discussed their tactics in low voices, while others were silently learning their techniques.

The duel between Shaojie and Xu Xin was not only a practice match, but also a performance that inspired everyone.

They tell everyone through their actions that only through unremitting efforts and high-intensity practice can one stand out in a real competition.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the competition on the table remained fierce.

Shaojie and Xu Xin's figures appeared particularly determined under the lights, with only the small ping-pong ball in their eyes.

The ping-pong ball made a dense "bang bang" sound on the table, as if playing an intense symphony.

The entire training hall was filled with a tense and heated atmosphere, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat and hard work.

On the table played by Xu Xin and Shao Jie, the speed of the ball became faster and faster, and the movements of the two became more and more fierce.

Xu Xin suddenly hit a backhand twist and pull, and the ball flew to Shaojie's backhand position with a strong rotation. Shaojie's eyes focused, and he quickly adjusted his steps and hit the ball back with a forehand fast drive. The ball drew an arc in the air and went straight to Xu Xin's forehand corner.

Xu Xin showed no sign of weakness. He took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and the ball flew back to Shaojie's table at an extremely fast speed.

The duel between the two seemed to have no end, and every shot was full of power and wisdom.

At the same time, the atmosphere on Lin Hui and Jianhua's table was equally tense.

Jianhua's trump card - a swift side-spin serve - was used again, and the ball flew towards Lin Hui's backhand with a strong spin.

Lin Hui was well prepared. He leaned forward slightly, flicked his wrist lightly, and used a clever short shot to return the ball.

As soon as the ball passed the net, it fell rapidly. Jianhua had to step forward quickly and barely pick up the ball.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity and made a forehand burst, and the ball flew to the open space on Jianhua's right side like lightning.

Jianhua tried hard to save the ball, but it still went wide.

Lin Hui clenched his fist.

But Jianhua was not discouraged by this, instead he became more focused.

He picked up the ball, took a deep breath, and got into serving position again.

This time, he changed his strategy and served a short, low, backspin ball.

Lin Hui was a little careless and his return ball was a little high. Jianhua immediately seized the opportunity and made a quick backhand shot, sending the ball straight to Lin Hui's forehand corner.

Lin Hui quickly turned sideways and barely blocked the ball back, but the height of the ball was still not ideal.

Jianhua did not hesitate and hit a forehand smash. The ball hit Lin Hui's table like a cannonball and Lin Hui was powerless to recover.

Jianhua smiled slightly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Jianhua, did you fight well?"

"Jianhua, did you fight well?"

Jianhua chuckled when he heard Lin Hui say this.

Just now Jianhua had to fight for his life to prevent the ping-pong ball from falling to the ground.

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his forehead and responded with a smile: "I almost couldn't handle those shots you made just now." There was a hint of relief in his tone, but his eyes still flashed with a gleam of unwillingness to admit defeat.

Lin Hui walked forward, patted Jianhua on the shoulder, and said half-jokingly: "It seems that both of us have to try our best today, otherwise no one can win easily."

Jianhua nodded, took a deep breath, and adjusted his breathing. "Yes, that's how you practice, otherwise how can you improve?" He said, looking at the table, as if recalling the fierce duel just now.

The teammates on the sidelines were also attracted by the conversation between the two.

Someone laughed and said, "You two really fought hard today. It made us nervous."

"That's right, those few balls just now were as exciting as a formal game!" another person echoed.

Jianhua and Lin Hui smiled at each other. Although they were a little tired physically, they were full of satisfaction in their hearts.

They know that only through such high-intensity confrontation can they truly discover their own shortcomings and make continuous progress.

"Let's take a break and play another game later?" Lin Hui suggested.

Jianhua nodded, picked up the kettle and took a sip of water, then said with a smile: "Okay, but next time I won't let you score so easily."

Lin Hui raised his eyebrows and showed a sly smile: "Then wait and see, I will not show mercy."

While taking a break, the two discussed the tactics and techniques they had just used.

After a short break, Lin Hui and Jianhua returned to the table.

This time, the two men's eyes were more focused. It was obvious that they had found each other's weaknesses from the previous discussion and formulated corresponding strategies.

Jianhua served first. This time he did not use the sidespin serve as before. Instead, he served a low backspin serve. Although the ball was slow, it had a very strong spin and went straight to Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui was well prepared. He leaned forward slightly, flicked his wrist lightly, and used a clever short shot to return the ball.

As soon as the ball passed the net, it fell rapidly. Jianhua had to step forward quickly and barely pick up the ball.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity, quickly adjusted his position, and made a forehand burst, the ball flew like lightning to Jianhua's forehand corner. Although Jianhua reacted quickly, the ball was too fast, and he barely blocked the ball back, but the height of the ball was slightly higher, giving Lin Hui the opportunity to attack again.

Lin Hui did not hesitate and made a quick backhand shot, sending the ball straight into Jianhua's backhand gap.

Jianhua tried hard to save the ball, but it still went wide.

Lin Hui did not let down his guard because he knew that Jianhua would never give up easily.

Sure enough, Jianhua adjusted his breathing and got into serving position again.

This time, he sent a fast run ball straight to Lin Hui's forehand. Lin Hui quickly turned sideways and used a forehand fast drive to return the ball.

The ball was going very fast and Jianhua barely managed to block it back, but the height of the ball was still not ideal.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity and hit a forehand smash. The ball hit Jianhua's table like a cannonball, and Jianhua was no longer able to recover.

"Beautiful!" The teammates on the sidelines couldn't help but cheer.

Lin Hui smiled slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Jianhua and said, "It seems that I have found your weakness."

Jianhua shook his head, a helpless smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were still full of fighting spirit.

Don't get complacent, the game isn't over yet." He picked up the ball and got back into position to serve.

In the next few rounds, the two players went back and forth, and the scores rose alternately.

Jianhua gradually adapted to Lin Hui's offensive rhythm and began to use his serve advantage and flexible footwork to disrupt Lin Hui's rhythm.

Lin Hui tried to make Jianhua elusive by constantly changing the line and rotation of the ball.

The teammates on the sidelines watched intently, some were discussing their tactics in low voices, while others were silently learning their techniques.

This practice match has long surpassed a simple technical exchange and has become a contest of will and perseverance between the two.

Finally, when the coach blew the whistle to end the game, the two reluctantly put down their rackets.

They smiled at each other and patted each other on the shoulders. Although there were no words, the tacit understanding and respect had already taken root deeply in their hearts.

"You played well today. Let's continue next time." Lin Hui said with a smile.

Jianhua nodded, his eyes full of expectation: "Okay, I won't let you have it so easy next time."

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