The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1288 Thrilling Moment

What no one expected was that the opponent player hit the ping-pong ball onto Shaojie's table in an instant, overtaking the score.

8:7

This was something Xu Xin and Shao Jie never expected.

They played so well, yet they lost like this.

But it doesn’t matter, they still have a chance. After adjusting their mindset, they can continue playing.

The ping-pong ball drew a silver-white arc under the spotlight, and Shaojie's pupils suddenly contracted.

The angle of this return ball was so tricky that it was almost cruel. The moment the edge of the racket brushed against the table, he heard a sharp whistle from the friction between the rubber and the air - as harsh as the score whistle blown by the referee.

Xu Xin's knuckles turned blue as he gripped the racket.

Three minutes ago they were still controlling the tempo of the entire match, but now the strong wind created by the opponent's backhand charge was blowing the sweaty bangs on Shaojie's forehead.

Shaojie wiped his brow with his sleeve, and the salty sweat stung the corners of his eyes. He saw Xu Xin's back as he bent over to play basketball, with dark sweat stains on the back of his red team uniform, like a map stained by water.

The sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the floor is so regular that it is frightening.

Shaojie suddenly remembered the sparrow that hit the glass in the training hall. It was like this at that time, flapping its wings intermittently on the windowsill.

Xu Xin spun the ping-pong ball five times in his palm. This habitual action reminded Shaojie of their first doubles match, when the coach said that spinning would bring good luck.

The moment the ball was thrown up, the spotlights on the ceiling of the venue cast flowing light spots on the rotating ping-pong ball, like a disintegrating miniature star.

The opponent's wrist had a suspicious tremor when he received the serve.

Shaojie almost wanted to shout "edge", but he saw Xu Xin had already predicted and moved half a step sideways, and the racket cut a semicircular arc at a strange angle. It was the "crescent slice" that they had practiced hundreds of times in private.

The ping-pong ball bounced hesitantly on the net and finally rolled towards the opponent's table.

As soon as the ping-pong ball touched the table and bounced up, the opponent's racket chopped down like lightning. There was a dull "bang!" sound when the rubber hit the ball, and the force was so great that the ball deformed slightly in the air.

Shaojie's eardrums were numbed by the heavy smash, and he could almost see the afterimage left by the ping-pong ball spinning at high speed.

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in the opponent's eyes, and the ball went straight into Xu Xin's backhand blind spot with a clear downward arc.

But Xu Xin reacted faster.

His body almost instinctively stepped back half a step, and the racket blocked the ball diagonally at the critical moment. He shook his wrist slightly, dissipating most of the force.

The ping-pong ball was like a tamed beast. Wrapped in rubber, it changed its trajectory and flew back to the opponent's table, brushing the net.

"boom--!"

There was another loud bang. The opposing player obviously did not expect that this ball could be rescued. He exerted force again in a hurry, and the ball shot straight towards Shaojie's forehand position like a cannonball.

Shaojie's pupils shrank, and muscle memory instantly took over his body.

He stepped sideways and swung the racket up from bottom to top.

"Shh!"

This time, the sound of the ball rubbing against the rubber was no longer a dull collision, but a sharp hiss.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange high arc, lightly touched the edge of the opponent's table, and then fell rapidly.

The opponent's arm had already swung out, but it was still half a beat slow, but it did not affect their performance.

Shaojie and Xu Xin looked at each other, and the same thought was reflected in each other's eyes, that they could do it.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Xin's racket drew a silver arc of light in the air, and Shaojie's breathing slightly stagnated along the trajectory of the ping-pong ball.

The spinning ball flashed tiny points of light under the lamp, like a miniature planet thrown into the universe, carrying with it the memories and tacit understanding of their countless training sessions.

There was a hint of hesitation in the opponent's eyes when he received the ball, and the shaking of his wrist seemed like a precursor to some kind of fake move - but Xu Xin's prediction was faster than his intuition.

Her feet had already moved sideways, and the racket cut out at an almost tricky angle, and a short "hissing" sound was heard when the rubber rubbed against the ball surface.

The opposing players, Xu Xin and Shao Jie, have already shown signs of weakness.

They were ready to press on with their victory.

Then win the game.

The opposing players, Xu Xin and Shao Jie, have already shown signs of weakness.

They were ready to press on with their victory.

Then win the game.

The sound of ping-pong balls popping up.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc on the table. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Xu Xin's forehead and his breathing became noticeably rapid.

The opposing player seized the opportunity and made a quick backhand shot straight to Xu Xin's forehand corner.

Xu Xin staggered across the field to save the ball. The moment the rubber touched the ball, a "hissing" sound was heard, and the small white ball just barely passed the net.

Shaojie suddenly came out from the side and hit the opponent's table with a violent arc ball with a sound of breaking through the air.

The opponent player hurriedly returned the ball, but Xu Xin seemed to be suddenly injected with new energy.

He stepped aside half a step, and the racket drew a silver trajectory in the sun. With a crisp "pop", the ping-pong ball exploded on the opponent's table as if it was cast by magic.

Naturally, the opposing player also began to swing the ping-pong ball in his hand, and it hit Shaojie's table with a bang.

9:7

The other player actually surpassed.

Shaojie's eyes flashed, and he quickly adjusted his stance, bending his knees slightly and lowering his center of gravity.

The opponent's ball had a strong side spin, drew a strange arc on the table, and actually flew out of the sideline and won the game.

This made Xu Xin and Shao Jie panic, the overtaking was too serious.

In the audience stands, Chinese fans clenched the national flag in their hands, their brows furrowed, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Some people couldn't help but curse under their breath, while others ruffled their hair in frustration. They never imagined that Xu Xin and Shao Jie would be caught up with several points by their opponents at the critical moment, and even overtaken!

"This is such a frustrating game!" A young fan wearing glasses slammed his thigh hard, "We were clearly leading just now, how come it suddenly..."

"That player's luck is too good, isn't it?" The uncle next to him muttered indignantly, "The tennis ball just now, and the tennis ball rolling, they were all just a coincidence!"

In the VIP seats, several veteran fans looked solemn.

They are very aware of the importance of this game - it is not only about the ownership of the medals, but also about the honor of the Chinese table tennis team.

A white-haired old man took off his glasses, rubbed his temples tiredly, and muttered to himself: "The children are under too much pressure."

The commentator at the broadcast booth also noticed the change in atmosphere: "The audience seemed to find it difficult to accept the score change. Indeed, from the technical statistics, Xu Xin and Shao Jie's error rate in the stalemate suddenly increased, which is very unusual."

At this moment, the big screen replayed the key points just now. When the audience saw the slow-motion shot of the strange side-spinning ball brushing the edge of the table, a sigh of helplessness broke out.

Some had red eyes, while others bit their lips unwillingly.

The little fan in the front row was already crying, and his mother quickly hugged him and comforted him: "It's okay, the game isn't over yet!" But even when she said this, her voice was trembling.

The entire stadium seemed to be shrouded in an invisible low pressure, and only the cheers of the opposing players' fans were particularly harsh.

The cheers for the Chinese team became noticeably weaker, replaced by anxious discussions.

The Chinese fans on the sidelines held their breath, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Xu Xin gritted his teeth, his eyes sharper. He whispered to Shaojie: "Don't worry, catch up one point at a time!"

It was the opponent's turn to serve. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, deliberately slowed down the pace, and hit a short spin ball that lightly brushed the net.

Shaojie reacted very quickly. He took a step forward, shook his wrist slightly, and delivered a very tricky short move.

However, the opponent was well prepared, and suddenly with a backhand quick shot, the ping-pong ball hit Xu Xin's forehand gap like lightning!

The audience cheered, and the Chinese coach crossed his arms with a serious expression. Xu Xin took a deep breath, wiped the sweat off his face, but his eyes became more determined.

He looked at Shaojie, and they both nodded at the same time. It’s not over yet!

It was Xu Xin's turn to serve, and the whole stadium was silent. He flicked his wrist, and the ball flew in a low arc with strong backspin, and the opponent carefully rubbed it back.

Shaojie seized the opportunity and made a violent arc loop, and the ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball!

9:8

The numbers on the scoreboard made the atmosphere in the entire stadium suddenly tense.

Chinese fans clenched the national flag in their hands so tightly that their knuckles turned slightly white.

Xu Xin wiped the sweat off his face with the hem of his jersey. His bangs were wet and stuck to his forehead, and his chest was heaving violently.

Shaojie stood at the other end of the table, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, his knees slightly bent in a posture ready for battle.

“One point left!”

The coach's shouts from the sidelines pierced through the noisy audience.

He supported himself on the backboard with both hands, his knuckles turned white from the exertion, and his eyes were fixed on every detail on the field.

At this moment, the opposing player also showed signs of fatigue and kept wiping the sweat from his palms with a towel before serving.

He took a deep breath and threw the ball - it was a short ball with strong side spin! Xu Xin started instantly, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the rubber made a harsh sound, and with a light flick of his wrist, the ball drew a beautiful arc.

"nice shot!"

The narrator raised his voice excitedly.

The ping-pong ball lightly touched the opponent's table. The Japanese player hurriedly returned the ball, but Shaojie was already ready to go. He made a powerful forehand attack!

"boom!"

The ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball. The opponent player barely blocked it back. Xu Xin seized the opportunity and made a clean backhand quick shot.

In the audience, the old fan wearing glasses finally relaxed his frown and raised the national flag in his hand tremblingly.

"That's it!"

The coach slammed the backboard, a gleam of victory in his eyes.

The game has not ended yet, but everyone knows that this thrilling reversal has just reached its climax.

In the next ball, Xu Xin changed his serve and suddenly hit a short ball with reverse rotation. The opponent hurriedly returned the ball with poor quality - Shaojie seized the opportunity and made a sideways charge!

The whole place was excited!

The opponent's face changed slightly, but Xu Xin and Shao Jie's eyes were already burning with the determination to win.

Shaojie shook his wrist, cut the racket diagonally, and lightly lifted the ball at the moment of contact.

The ping-pong ball is like a tamed elf, lightly leaping over the net and lightly touching the opponent's table.

Xu Xin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked at Shaojie tacitly. They both clenched their fists at the same time, and their momentum suddenly rose.

The opposing player obviously didn't expect that the ball could be saved. His brows were furrowed and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He took a deep breath and deliberately slowed down the pace when serving, trying to disrupt the offensive rhythm of the Chinese combination.

However, Xu Xin had already seen through his intentions.

The moment the ball just passed the net, he took a step forward and burst out with his forehand, "Bang!" The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's backhand corner like a cannonball!

The ball was going too fast, and the opposing player didn't even have time to react. He could only watch as the white light passed by the edge of his racket, hit the table heavily, and bounced off.

The whole stadium erupted in deafening cheers. Chinese fans jumped up from their seats excitedly, waving the national flag and cheering wildly.

"Great shot!" The commentator's voice broke with excitement. "Xu Xin's forehand drive was simply thunderous! This is the essence of a world champion!"

The opposing coach immediately called a timeout.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie walked back to the rest area. The coach quickly came up to them, handed them towels and water, and whispered about tactical adjustments.

The camera captured the profile of Xu Xin as he tilted his head back to drink water. His Adam's apple rolled, sweat slid down his jawline, but his eyes became sharper than a knife.

On the other side, the other player was wiping his sweaty bangs with a towel, and his coach was gesticulating excitedly. Under the overhead lights, you could clearly see that his hand holding the racket was shaking slightly.

The timeout ended and the referee signaled for the game to continue.

When Xu Xin walked towards the table, he suddenly turned around and said something to Shaojie. Shaojie was stunned at first, and then he smiled as if he had suddenly realized something.

This detail was captured by the sharp camera, and the commentator immediately analyzed: "It seems that the Chinese team has prepared some secret weapon!"

The opponent then served, a short ball with strong backspin going straight to Xu Xin's forehand small triangle.

Just when the audience thought Xu Xin was going to do a normal short swing, she suddenly lowered her body and turned her right wrist strangely.

"Backhand twist and pull!" the commentator exclaimed.

The ping-pong ball made an exaggerated side curve and changed direction at a right angle after bouncing off the opponent's table!

The opposing player made a hasty save, his racket barely catching the ball, and the return ball was high and floating.

Shaojie had already been ready to go. He was like a fully drawn bowstring, and with a textbook "tyrant twist" he blasted the ball into the opponent's open space.

Two opposing players made a save at the same time, and their rackets collided in mid-air.

9:9 The Chinese team takes the match point!

Amid the roar of the crowd, Xu Xin's mysterious smile was finally revealed: what he just said to Shaojie was "Do you remember the trick we trained last year?" At this moment, the two of them bumped fists in tacit understanding, and the red wristbands on their wrists were particularly eye-catching under the lights - they wore them specially to commemorate their first coach.

At the same time, the opposing coach desperately called a timeout again, but it was too late.

It was really unbelievable to them. They were playing well before, but they made such a mistake.

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