The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1289 Who will win?

When the opposing player saw the glaring score of 9:9 on the electronic scoreboard, his brows unconsciously twisted into a knot.

He raised his hand and used the wrist guard to wipe the sweat beads sliding down his temple. He took a deep breath with his Adam's apple rolling up and down, then raised his slightly red eyes and locked his gaze on Xu Xin across the table.

At this moment, the sound waves in the entire stadium seemed to recede instantly, and Xu Xin stood on the blue floor and turned his racket.

He threw the ping-pong ball high up with his left hand, and the yellow-white ball drew a bright parabola under the overhead light.

At the moment when the ball fell to the same height as the net, Xu Xin's wrist suddenly shook. It was a counter-spin serve with strong sidespin!

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, and he caught the almost inaudible "click" sound when the racket touched the ball.

I saw him push the ground hard with his left foot, and the rubber sole of his sneakers rubbed against the floor rubber, making a sharp "squeak" sound.

Amid the exclamations from the audience, his entire body stretched out like a fully drawn bow, and his right hand racket accurately intercepted the ping-pong ball that was about to bounce a second time at a tricky 45-degree angle.

"boom!"

A textbook backhand twist and pull sent the ball back to the opponent's table. The ping-pong ball had an exaggerated outer arc and exploded a white shadow in front of Xu Xin.

The numbers on the referee's bench were jumping, but the player had already lowered his center of gravity again, supporting his knee with his left hand, and holding the racket in his right hand across his chest like a samurai sword. His burning eyes pierced through the air 10 centimeters above the net, focusing on every micro-expression of Xu Xin.

Now it was Xu Xin's turn to serve, and the opposing player immediately cheered up when he saw such a ball.

The ping-pong ball was hit over with a bang.

The ping-pong ball drew sharp arcs on the table, and the "bang! bang! bang!" sounds of the ball echoed in the gymnasium like dense drum beats.

The opponent's eyes were as sharp as knives, and every swing of the racket was accompanied by fierce force, and the ball was so fast that it almost left an afterimage.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie quickly adjusted their positions, and the two moved left and right in tacit understanding, blocking the opponent's attack route.

However, the opposing player had obviously entered a violent state, with explosive forehand attacks and quick backhand tears, each shot having extremely strong rotation and speed, forcing them to retreat continuously.

"Bang!" Another powerful forehand shot, the ping-pong ball hit Xu Xin's backhand like a cannonball. He barely blocked it, but the ball bounced high. The opponent player seized the opportunity, took a step forward, his body almost flew into the air, and swung his arm like a whip.

"Bang!" With a thunderous smash, the ping-pong ball hit the table hard and then bounced towards the audience like lightning.

10:9

The score was widened again, and the coach on the sidelines frowned.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes. They had to change their tactics, otherwise they would be defeated by the opponent's fierce attack.

Xu Xin gripped the racket tightly again and his eyes became extremely focused.

The air seemed to freeze, the cheers from the audience gradually faded, leaving only the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the table.

Xu Xin's fingertips gently stroked the rubber of the racket, sweat slid down his temples, but his eyes became sharper.

He tilted his head slightly and exchanged a brief but firm look with Shaojie. It was time to fight back.

"Snap!" Xu Xin served the ball with a very short side spin, the ball lightly brushed the net and fell rapidly on the opponent's table.

The opponent reacted very quickly, took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and lightly flicked the ball back.

Shaojie had predicted this long ago, and he jumped out like a cheetah, and with a quick backhand shot, the ping-pong ball drew a sharp straight line, heading straight for the opponent's backhand blind spot!

"boom!"

The opponent barely turned sideways and hurriedly returned the ball. Xu Xin seized the opportunity and made a forehand burst. The ball hit the table like a meteor. The opponent flew to save the ball, but was almost a step slow!

The ping-pong ball exploded on the table with a white light. The opponent stumbled and barely saved the ball, which bounced high into Xu Xin's half of the court. Shaojie's eyes flashed, and he seized this fleeting opportunity. He took a step forward, leaned back like a full bow, and drew a sharp arc with his right racket -

"Snapped!"

With a powerful smash, the ping-pong ball hits the opponent's open space like a cannonball.

The opponent gritted his teeth, took two steps sideways at the critical moment, and his racket narrowly brushed the edge of the ball, but miraculously blocked the ball back!

Xu Xin's pupils shrank slightly, he took small steps and stopped abruptly, then he flicked his wrist lightly and made an exquisite short swing.

The ping-pong ball brushed past the net and bounced lightly on the opponent's table.

Then he hit it back with a bang.

The score was reversed unexpectedly.

11:9:

The whole audience erupted in deafening cheers.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie were dumbfounded. They had never expected that the situation could be reversed.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie stood beside the table, looking at each other, unable to believe the score in front of them for a moment.

"How is this possible?" Xu Xin muttered, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the racket. Sweat slid down his temple, gleaming in the spotlight.

Shaojie turned around suddenly, and his sneakers made a harsh friction sound on the floor.

He looked at the scoreboard, the bright red numbers stung his eyes - 11:9

Just thirty seconds ago, they were still ahead of the opponent, but now they have been overtaken. You can imagine how disappointed they are.

Shaojie's breathing became rapid and his chest heaved violently, as if he had been punched hard.

He clenched the racket so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force and the veins on the back of his hand were faintly visible.

Xu Xin took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

She looked at her opponent, the one who was originally being beaten by them, but now stood straight, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and there was even a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"They found our weakness." Xu Xin whispered.

Shaojie gritted his teeth and shook his wrist unwillingly: "We haven't lost yet!"

As the game continued, the noise in the audience gradually died down, replaced by a tense silence.

Xu Xin served the ball, and with a slight shake of the racket, the ping-pong ball drew a low arc and went straight to the opponent's backhand.

The opponent was well prepared, and moved sideways quickly, with a backhand rip, the ball shot back like a bullet. Shaojie quickly moved sideways, with a forehand burst, the ball hit the opponent's corner, bounced up and hit the edge, and was quickly saved by Shaojie.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the opponent's eyes. He seized the opportunity when Shaojie returned the ball slightly higher, suddenly pushed off the ground and jumped up, swinging his arm like a whip, and made a slam dunk!

The ping-pong ball hit the table like a cannonball, but it strangely turned sideways the moment it touched the table, drawing a strange arc.

Xu Xin's pupils shrank and his body instinctively lunged forward, blocking the ball with his racket at the critical moment.

"Snapped!"

The ball hit the edge of the racket and bounced high, flying towards the opponent's half.

The opponent obviously didn't expect that the ball could be rescued. He hurriedly took two steps back and barely managed to get the ball back.

Shaojie had been ready for a long time. He seized this fleeting opportunity and made a backhand shot that hit the opponent's forehand corner like a silver lightning!

11: 10!

The whole place exploded instantly, and the screams almost blew the roof off.

Xu Xin and Shao Jie high-fived each other vigorously, and the crisp sound of their palms colliding was drowned out by the boiling noise.

Finally caught up with the opponent by one point.

The opponent's eyes were obviously flustered, and his grip on the racket tightened, his knuckles slightly white. The coach on the sidelines stood up suddenly and made a hasty gesture, but the noisy waves tore his shouts to pieces.

Xu Xin wiped the sweat from his chin with his sleeve and exchanged a knowing look with Shaojie.

In the audience, someone began to stomp their feet rhythmically, making the stands buzz.

The referee wiped the mist off his lenses and signaled for the game to continue.

When Xu Xin served, the slight sound of the ball hitting the corner of the table was keenly captured by the opponent.

This side-spin ball, which should have been powerful, was obviously three points weaker in rotation.

Shaojie took a step forward and the racket drew a silver arc.

The opponent's breathing was obviously disrupted. He bent over and supported his knees, and sweat from his forehead dripped onto the blue floor glue, leaving dark marks.

The referee used a white towel to wipe the gaps between the tables. Xu Xin noticed that the opponent's hand holding the racket was shaking slightly, which was a sign of physical exhaustion.

"Pressure him on the backhand," Shaojie wiped his glasses with the hem of his jersey, his voice very low, "his footwork can't keep up."

Xu Xin nodded, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the worn particles on the rubber.

Someone in the audience began to knock on the railings with mineral water bottles. The regular thumping sounded like a death-defying war drum.

At the last second before serving, Xu Xin suddenly changed his racket grip.

The ping-pong ball bounced three times in the palm of the hand, with a subtle counter-spin when thrown up.

The opponent obviously did not expect that this seemingly ordinary side-spin ball would turn sideways violently after touching the table, and the hasty return ball drew a high parabola.

Shaojie had been waiting at the forehand position, and his whole body leaned back like a fully drawn bowstring, and then "bang!"

After the crisp sound of the racket hitting the ball, the ping-pong ball exploded on the opponent's table, leaving a white afterimage.

As the opponent stumbled to save the ball, his shoes made a harsh squeaking sound on the floor. When the electronic scoreboard lit up at 11:11, Xu Xin heard the sound of a glass bottle falling to the ground from the stands, as clear as the horn of victory.

When Shaojie threw the racket into the air, Xu Xin saw the blood blister on the base of his right hand.

The sunlight shone through the skylight of the gymnasium, illuminating the dark red, making it look like a small medal.

And the opponent's expression finally changed.

The whole audience was boiling again. Xu Xin and Shao Jie looked at each other, and the fighting spirit was rekindled in their eyes.

My memory flashed back to the last net ball. My opponent did have a subtle stumble, as if he was walking on ice wearing new shoes that didn't fit.

They all looked across the table at the same time, and saw the player who had just performed a miracle was rubbing the back of his neck with a towel, leaving a red patch of skin.

"Take a gamble?" Shaojie was thinking.

Xu Xin tapped the outside of his thigh lightly with the racket, three times fast and two times slow. This was the code they agreed upon when they formed the team.

The ball was thrown high up. Xu Xin's serve was like a silver lightning, suddenly falling over the net.

As expected, the opponent took a half step back reflexively, and the angle of the racket deviated by 0.5 seconds.

Shaojie had already jumped up in advance, his whole body stretched into a perfect bow shape in the air. His smash made a sound of breaking through the air, and a blue spark exploded on the opponent's table.

But the opposing players are not bad either. The two of them cooperate well with each other and compete with Xu Xin and Shao Jie.

The opponent player reacted very quickly, took a cross step and turned sideways, then made a quick backhand shot, and the ball hit Xu Xin's backhand corner like a bullet.

Xu Xin had anticipated this and leaped sideways like a spring. With a flick of his wrist, he made a miraculous low-lying ball and the ball flew past the edge of the table, drawing a strange arc.

Seeing this, Shaojie immediately adjusted his position and prepared for the next move.

But the opponent's partner was no pushover either. He suddenly hit a long, quick ball straight towards Shaojie's chasing position!

In a flash, Shaojie twisted his waist forcefully and swung the ball with his backhand, and the ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

However, the opponent player seemed to be prepared. He rushed sideways and the ball, with a strong spin, went straight to Xu Xin's forehand blind spot!

Xu Xin's eyes flashed, his feet were as fast as the wind, he moved sideways in an instant, and made a high loop at the extreme position. The ball was thrown high up, with a strong side spin, and it hit the net and fell rapidly!

"Snapped!"

The opposing player tried hard to save the ball, but it just brushed the side and bounced back up.

Make a loud sound.

Bang bang bang, the game continues.

The moment the ball bounced off the edge, the opponent's player reacted like lightning, rushed to the front desk, shook his wrist suddenly, and made a high-speed lob!

The ball pierced the gap between Xu Xin and Shao Jie like a silver needle, with an extremely tricky angle!

Shaojie's pupils shrank, and his body instinctively retreated. He used a backhand "tyrant twist" to force the ball to draw a strange arc. The ball brushed the net and hit the opponent's table violently!

However, the opponent's cooperation was seamless. The other player had already predicted the landing point and rushed sideways. The ball with a terrifying rotation hit Xu Xin's forehand corner!

"Ha!" Xu Xin raised the corner of his mouth, and his figure flashed like a ghost. At the moment when the ball was about to fly out of the table, he pulled it back super hard. The ball cut through the air like a meteor and hit the opponent's table hard!

"boom!"

The ball was too fast and the opponent tried to block it, but the return ball was high and slow.

Chance ball!

A cold light flashed in Shaojie's eyes, and he flew into the air, swinging his arms like a battle axe.

"boom!!!"

With a burst of attack, the ball exploded on the opponent's table like a cannonball.

But the other player took his time.

He hit the ping-pong ball directly over with a bang.

The ball seemed easy when it was hit.

In fact, it is quite domineering.

The ball seemed to be understated, but it suddenly accelerated the moment it flew over the net, with a strange side spin heading straight for Xu Xin's backhand blind spot!

"Not good!" Shaojie's heart tightened. This ball turned out to be a trap of unloading force and adding rotation! It looked soft, but it actually contained a murderous intent!

Xu Xin reacted quickly, sliding sideways, and his racket cut the ball diagonally at the last moment, barely able to get the ball back.

But the quality of the return ball was not high, the arc was slightly high, giving the opponent an opportunity to take advantage!

The opponent's eyes flashed, and he pounced like a tiger, swinging his arms like a whip.

"Snapped!!"

With a quick diagonal shot, the ball went straight into Shaojie's forehand space like lightning!

Shaojie gritted his teeth and sprinted forward, almost flying sideways. At the extreme position, he made a backhand "tyrant twist", and the ball hit the net and flipped over, but bounced up at the moment of the opponent's table.

"Shh!"

The opponent player had already predicted it and made a violent shot from inside the table, and the ball shot straight into Xu Xin's chasing position like a sharp arrow!

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