The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1296 Singles Begins

Inside the competition venue, the cool air from the air conditioner and the heat from the athletes blend together to create a unique arena atmosphere.

Lin Hui stood on the left side of the table, holding the racket that had accompanied him for many years in his right hand, and his index finger gently stroked the grainy texture of the rubber.

His eyes passed through the net and fell on the athlete on the opposite side.

Lin Hui glanced at the opposing player and spun the yellow ball three times in his palm. This was his regular ritual before serving.

In the audience, Xu Xin and Shao Jie had just finished the mixed doubles match and were sitting in the front row ready to watch the singles match.

"Lin Hui's serve is coming," Xu Xin whispered to Shaojie, "Jianhua's serve return has always been his strong point. Let's see who will have the upper hand this time."

At the beginning of the first game, Lin Hui leaned forward slightly and threw the ball high with his left hand. At the moment the ball fell, his wrist shook at an almost imperceptible angle, and there was a crisp "pop" sound when the racket touched the ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc and fell rapidly after crossing the net.

The opponent's pupils shrank slightly, and his feet had already moved into position.

He judged that this was a serve with strong sidespin, adjusted the racket angle just right, and gently rubbed the ball at the moment it bounced, and the ball flew back to the opponent's table at a faster speed.

"Good shot!" The coach on the sidelines couldn't help but cheer.

This round showed the technical skills of two top fighters from the very beginning.

Lin Hui was well prepared. He took a big step forward and hit a loop ball with his forehand.

The orange ball crossed the net with strong topspin and bounced off the opponent's table before moving forward significantly.

The opponent player was not in a hurry. He took a half step back and made a quick backhand shot. The ball went straight into Lin Hui's forehand corner like a sharp arrow.

Lin Hui dived sideways and barely saved the ball before it was about to bounce a second time.

Jianhua seized the opportunity and made a forehand attack. The ball hit Lin Hui's table like a cannonball and flew far away.

1-0

Lin Hui shook his numb wrist, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This kind of start was exactly what he wanted. The opponent's competitive state seemed to be very good, which meant that the next game would be even more exciting.

After the serve was exchanged, the opponent chose to serve from the backhand position.

His serve is simple and powerful, with fast speed and hidden spin.

Lin Hui misjudged the situation and the ball went into the net.

"2-0."

On the third ball, the opponent player served backhand again. This time, Lin Hui saw the direction of rotation accurately and made a backhand twist and pull, and the ball drew a large angle diagonal line.

The opponent player barely saved the ball, and Lin Hui seized the opportunity, attacked three consecutive forehand shots, and scored with a straight line burst.

"2-1!"

The game went on in a stalemate.

Lin Hui gradually adapted to the opponent's rhythm and used his excellent footwork and forehand loop technique to exert continuous pressure.

The opposing players showed amazing defensive abilities and were able to escape danger many times from passive situations.

Lin Hui changed his serving style.

He made a move that seemed like he was going to serve a fast long ball, but he reduced his strength the moment he touched the ball and released an extremely short near-net ball.

The opponent was caught off guard and rushed forward to pick the ball too high, so Lin Hui smashed it.

On the sidelines, the national team coach nodded slightly. Lin Hui's special training on serve changes during this period seemed to have paid off.

The opposing player wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes still sharp.

He changed his stance and moved closer to the table.

When Lin Hui served again, the opponent player decisively adopted a fighting tactic.

Next, both sides showed their strengths.

Lin Hui's forehand loop was like a storm, while the opponent's backhand quick tear was as fast as lightning.

Afterwards, Lin Hui served a ball halfway out of the table.

The opponent player made the correct judgment and hit a high-quality forehand loop.

Lin Hui pulled back and the two started a fierce pulling battle.

Five, six, seven. Suddenly, Lin Hui changed the ball's direction and it flew straight to the opponent's forehand corner.

The opponent's player flew to save the ball, which just barely passed the net.

Lin Hui had been waiting in front of the net. He gently hit the ball and it landed in the opponent's open space.

The opposing player reacted immediately and rushed towards where the ball landed.

His sneakers rubbed against the wooden floor, making rapid "thump thump thump" sounds, like a series of rapid heartbeats.

Just before the ball was about to touch the ground for the second time, his racket almost hooked - the ball drew a high arc, brushed the net and flew towards Lin Hui's half of the court.

Lin Hui narrowed his eyes and quickly took a few steps back.

He seized the opportunity and made a fierce smash.

The ball hit the sideline of the opponent's court like a cannonball.

2:2

There was applause from the audience.

Lin Hui wiped the sweat from his forehead and caught a glimpse of the other player staring at him with a look of unwillingness to admit defeat.

He smiled slightly and got into position to catch the ball again.

The audience burst into warm applause. Xu Xin and Shao Jie exchanged glances. This game was more intense than they had expected.

During the break between games, Lin Hui wiped the sweat that kept pouring out with a towel and drank sports drinks in big gulps.

From time to time, he glanced at the opposite side, who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Don't be careless," Coach Wu came over and reminded in a low voice.

Lin Hui nodded.

He understood human nature too well! The more people fall behind, the more amazing energy they can burst out.

As the game continued, the opponent seemed like a different person, attacking more aggressively.

"It seems that this time, Lin Hui's opponent changed his tactics," the commentator analyzed. "He reduced his defensive counterattacks and took more active attacks, which disrupted Lin Hui's rhythm."

Lin Hui felt a little tricky.

The opponent's attack was not a blind fight, but a precise strike based on careful calculation. He needed to regain control of the rhythm of the game.

After serving, Lin Hui turned sideways and used his forehand to hit a spin loop.

The ball crossed the net with strong topspin, bounced off the opponent's table and rushed forward rapidly.

The opponent barely blocked it, and Lin Hui continued to attack.

He gradually found a way to deal with Lin Hui's new tactics, using more intense rotations to force his opponent to be unable to exert force easily.

"Pay attention to his backhand," Coach Wu reminded on the sidelines, "The last three balls were hit on your forehand."

Lin Hui understood. When the next ball came, he deliberately left his forehand open. When the opponent attacked his forehand, Lin Hui was already prepared.

The opponent frowned, obviously realizing that his tactics had been discovered. He walked to the sidelines, wiped his sweat, and took the opportunity to adjust his thinking.

The opposing player began to frequently use short-playing techniques to disrupt Lin Hui's offensive rhythm.

At the critical moment, Lin Hui called a timeout. He walked back to the coach's seat, breathing heavily.

"His weakness right now is the middle," Coach Wu quickly analyzed, "Don't let him lead you into a short-ball rhythm. Stick to playing long balls combined with assaults."

After the break, Lin Hui resolutely followed the coach's tactics. He attacked the opponent's center after two consecutive serves, and it really worked.

Then the opponent served a very high backspin ball. Lin Hui carefully rubbed the ball and the ball just passed the net. The opponent quickly stepped forward and pretended to hit the ball, but at the last moment he rubbed it lightly and hit a very short net ball. Lin Hui sprinted with all his strength.

Lin Hui knew this point was crucial, so he chose his best move, the "lightning serve."

The ball is fast, has strong rotation and lands in a tricky spot.

Jianhua's serve was slightly high, but Lin Hui did not hesitate and made a forehand shot, and the ball hit the opponent's table like lightning.

The other player showed no sign of panic.

He calmly served a non-spinning ball, but Lin Hui misjudged the ball and sent it out of bounds.

3:2

Lin Hui's fingertips trembled slightly. He clenched the handle of the racket tightly, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

The referee's voice announcing the score was like a thorn, piercing his eardrum.

3 is better than 2

There were a few sporadic sighs from the audience, followed by cheers from the opponent's supporters.

Lin Hui wiped the sweat from his chin with the hem of his jersey and tasted a faint taste of blood on the tip of his tongue - he didn't know when he had bitten through the inner wall of his mouth.

"Calm down. Must stay calm," he said silently in his heart, but the throbbing blood vessels in his temple betrayed him.

The pair of eyes that always smiled now glowed abnormally scarlet, like an enraged beast.

The opponent is already standing in the serving area, hitting the ball rhythmically.

The "pop, pop" sounds seemed like a countdown, and each one hit Lin Hui's tense nerves.

He bent his body and the racket drew a sharp arc in the air.

Despite being behind in the score, Lin Hui still kept a close eye on every subtle movement of his opponent.

The overhead lights in the arena refracted tiny rays of light on his sweaty eyelashes, cutting his line of sight into countless trembling focal points.

The coach paced anxiously on the sidelines. He could see that Lin Hui was not in good condition.

But at this moment, the only thing left in Lin Hui's world was the little yellow ball and the blurry figure opposite him.

He took a deep breath and suppressed all his anger and resentment into the deepest part of his chest.

The racket is placed across the chest like a warrior's unsheathed sword.

The two players played a wonderful duel for 18 beats. Lin Hui kept changing the rotation and placement of the ball, while the opponent showed amazing defensive ability.

A net ball ended the round, 4:2, luck was on the opponent's side.

Lin Hui walked back to the rest area and covered his head with a towel. He knew he had made a mistake just now. He was too eager to hit the ball perfectly at the key point, which gave the opponent a chance to counterattack.

After the game, he has consumed a lot of physical energy, but he must stay focused.

Coach Wu handed him a new towel and said, "Your physical fitness is better than his. The longer we delay, the better it will be for us.

On the other side, the opponent's coach was also nervously arranging tactics: "He is making more forehand mistakes now, so hit him more in the forehand corner."

Before the game started, the referee deliberately extended the rest time to allow the two athletes to fully recover.

The atmosphere in the audience became even more heated, and everyone knew that the next game would determine the direction of the entire game.

The game resumed and Lin Hui obviously quickened the pace.

He no longer entangled with the opponent in multi-shot rounds, but tried to solve the problem in the first three boards.

This change made the opposing player feel a little uncomfortable, and Lin Hui soon scored a goal.

4:3

Lin Hui was very happy to see this goal.

Finally, he succeeded in scoring the goal using his own tactics.

The opponent sneered, slapped the ball hard in his palm and shook it twice, his eyes full of contempt. He suddenly served the ball, the speed of the ball was so fast that it almost left an afterimage, and it went straight to Lin Hui's backhand blind spot.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank, and he slid hastily, with his racket barely touching the edge of the ball. The tennis ball bounced high, but the opponent had already rushed to the net and seized the opportunity to make a fierce smash.

"Bang!" The ball hit the sideline heavily, raising a small cloud of dust.

4:4

Lin Hui took a deep breath and touched the crumpled piece of paper in his pocket. It was the four words "Become stronger when facing a stronger opponent" written by his coach before the game.

He suddenly smiled, bent down to retie his shoelaces, and his eyes became unusually bright.

When the opponent served again, Lin Hui's figure jumped out like a cheetah.

This time, he no longer reserved his strength.

Thunderous applause broke out in the stadium instantly.

Lin Hui's backhand diagonal ball landed accurately in the blind corner of the opponent's court. Although the opponent tried his best to dive for the ball, he could only watch the ball pass by the edge of the racket frame.

5:4

Lin Hui clenched his fists and finally regained the lead in this tug-of-war.

He could feel the sweat running down his back and his jersey was already soaked, but at this moment his eyes were sharper than ever.

In the audience, all the coaching staff stood up, and the head coach waved his fist vigorously.

The opposing player obviously did not expect Lin Hui to be able to burst out with such strength at the critical moment.

He tugged at his collar in annoyance, walked to the sidelines and wiped his face hard with a towel.

For the first time, a hint of uneasiness flashed in those eyes that were originally full of disdain.

The game came to Lin Hui's serve. He took a deep breath and threw the ball high.

"boom!"

An ace ball with a speed of over 200 kilometers per hour scored directly.

6:4

The opposing player was stunned. The speed of this serve was 20 kilometers faster than the previous one.

He turned to look at his coach's seat, where his coach was making anxious gestures.

And Lin Hui served again.

This time the opponent barely touched the ball, but the quality of his return was extremely poor.

Lin Hui rushed to the net and easily completed the interception.

The audience on the sidelines began to clap rhythmically, and some even shouted Lin Hui's name.

This atmosphere made the opponent even more anxious, and he kept changing his stance while waiting to receive the serve.

Lin Hui suddenly changed the rhythm and hit a beautiful spinning ball.

The opponent made a misjudgment and the return ball went out of bounds.

At this moment, Lin Hui seemed to have entered a wonderful state. He could clearly hear his own heartbeat, but did not feel tired at all.

When serving, he chose his best inside-corner topspin serve.

The moment the racket collided with the tennis ball, there was a dull "bang" sound.

Lin Hui's return ball was like a yellow lightning, hitting the opponent's blind spot at the baseline.

The opponent hurriedly returned to defense, and his racket barely reached the ball, but he could only watch the return ball fly out. Fortunately, he was timely, otherwise it would have been another big regret in his life.

But even so, Lin Hui plays with full confidence.

At the same time, it also changed the opponent's expression.

He clenched the racket so hard that his knuckles turned white.

The Chinese player, whom he once looked down upon, had a burning desire in his eyes that made him feel a little uneasy.

Then the opponent changed his strategy and hit a tricky slice shot.

The tennis ball fell along the net and was about to bounce back.

Lin Hui rushed to the net like a gust of wind, and at the moment the ball was about to hit the ground, he made a beautiful lob over his opponent's head.

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