The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1297 Wonderful

Now Lin Hui has a certain advantage in playing, but he cannot change the confidence of the other players.

The ping-pong ball hit Lin Hui's table with a bang, indicating a strong counterattack.

He first hunched his back slightly, supporting himself on the table with his left hand, and the knuckles of his right hand holding the racket turned white from the force.

His hair was already soaked with sweat, but it couldn't hide the burning light in his eyes.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball hit Lin Hui's table with a bang, and bounced back with a strong spin.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly, his feet moved quickly, and the racket hit the ball at a tricky angle.

"Snapped!"

The return ball brushed the net, lightly touched the opponent's table, and then slid to the side strangely.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this change. He reached out hastily, but the ball had already flown off the table.

The score changed to 7:4

Lin Hui shook his wrists, and sweat dripped down his chin onto his team uniform.

He glanced at the scoreboard and was slightly relieved by the three-point advantage, but he soon tensed up again.

The player on the opposite side was a tall young man who was tapping his palm gently with his racket, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"Don't be careless." Lin Hui warned himself in his heart. In the last game, he was in the lead because he was relaxed and Zhang Rui scored four points in a row to reverse the situation.

Then Lin Hui served the ball. His movements were clean and neat, and the ball flew over in a strange arc.

The opponent judged that it was a backspin ball, quickly adjusted the angle of the racket face, and steadily returned the ball. The two began a multi-shot stalemate, with the ping-pong ball flying back and forth on the table, making a crisp "ping-pong-pong" sound.

The noise in the audience gradually faded away, and everyone's eyes were focused on the small white ball. Lin Hui could feel his heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of the ball, and every hit was like an extension of his heartbeat.

Suddenly, the opponent's wrist flicked and the ball drew an exaggerated arc.

Lin Hui instinctively took a step back, but found that he had misjudged it. It was a fake move! The ball did not fly as far as expected, but landed lightly near the table.

“7:5!” the referee announced.

Lin Hui bit his lower lip. This point was too stupid to lose. He bent down to wipe the sweat from his forehead and took the opportunity to take a deep breath to adjust his state.

When he stood up, he found that the coach made a gesture to him on the sidelines - he circled his thumb and index finger in the shape of "OK" and then tapped his temple.

"Stay focused." Lin Hui understood what the coach meant.

It's Lin Hui's turn to serve.

He bounced the ball on the ground twice out of habit, feeling the touch of the rubber hitting the wooden floor.

This is his signature preparation and how he finds his rhythm. He chose his signature serve, the "phantom serve", where his wrist has a subtle shake at the moment the ball is released, making it difficult to judge the rotation of the ball.

The opponent was fooled. His return was too high and Lin Hui seized the opportunity to hit a fierce forehand smash.

The audience burst into cheers.

Next, the opponent player showed his strength as a main player of the national team.

He first used his height advantage to hit a short ball almost touching the net, and then started chasing with a backhand quick shot.

Lin Hui felt a wave of irritation creeping into his heart.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the negative emotion.

The coach's voice came from the sidelines: "Play your own ball! Don't let him lead you!"

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water that woke Lin Hui up.

He realized that he had indeed fallen into the other party's rhythm.

The opposing players prefer fast-paced offense, while Lin Hui's advantage lies in variation and control.

When serving again, Lin Hui changed his strategy.

Instead of using a complicated spin shot, he played a simple but precise short ball.

The opponent obviously did not expect this change and the quality of the return ball was not high.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity and made a "lightning counterattack" to hit the ball into the blind corner of the opponent's table.

Lin Hui could feel his palms sweating, and he had to wipe them on his pants.

The opponent's state also seemed to be very nervous, and the atmosphere in the venue was so tense that it was almost possible to squeeze water out of it.

Lin Hui saw the opposing player wiping his face vigorously with a towel on the sidelines, with a fire of unwillingness to admit defeat burning in his eyes.

Lin Hui said to himself in his heart that according to the rules of the game, whoever gets 12 points first will win the game.

He chose the safest way to serve the ball to the opponent's backhand, a position that was neither too long nor too short.

Zhang Rui returned the ball steadily, and the two began another round of multi-shot competition.

The ping-pong ball flew back and forth between the two players at a rapid speed, and every collision was accompanied by exclamations of "oh" and "ah" from the audience.

Lin Hui felt his leg muscles starting to ache, but he forced himself to keep moving. He noticed that the opponent's position was slightly back, as if he was guarding against his powerful attack.

A bold idea flashed through Lin Hui's mind.

The opponent was caught off guard, and even though he rushed forward desperately, his racket just missed the ball by a hair's breadth.

Lin Hui clenched his fist and exclaimed softly. This was the first time he showed obvious emotion in this game.

He could feel that victory was within reach, but he also knew that the other player would never give up easily.

Then the opponent served the ball, and he chose a very spinning backspin ball, which almost rolled over the net.

Lin Hui was well prepared, he lightly flicked the ball and it drew a high arc.

The opponent seized the opportunity and delivered a fierce "whirlwind smash" straight to Lin Hui's forehand.

Lin Hui almost instinctively blocked the ball, but the quality of the return was not high. Zhang Rui attacked again, this time with a backhand rip. Lin Hui barely blocked the ball back, and he had already lost his balance.

Just when everyone thought that the point would belong to the opponent, a miracle happened. The opponent's smash hit the net. The ball hesitated in front of the net and then rolled back to his half of the court. The ping-pong ball left a series of white afterimages on the blue table. The crisp "ping, pong" sound echoed in the gymnasium like a rapid drumbeat.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Lin Hui's forehead, slid down his cheeks, and hung as a crystal drop of water at his chin, finally hitting the rubber floor with a "pop".

The score was tightly locked, like two entangled snakes, neither willing to let go.

"Huh..." Lin Hui took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off his face with the hem of his jersey. He could feel his heart beating like a drum and his temples throbbing.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed contestant on the opposite side was also panting, and a large area on the back of his white sportswear was soaked.

The referee signaled to continue the game.

Lin Hui bent down, picked up the ping-pong ball on the ground, and rubbed it gently in his hands.

This small ball seems to weigh a thousand pounds at this moment, carrying so much hope.

He could hear cheers from the audience, mixed with familiar voices.

"Lin Hui, come on!"

He looked up at the scoreboard and saw that every inning was too close to decide.

This is the final of the ITTF Tour, and the champion will qualify directly for the Olympics.

Lin Hui threw the ball high up, and when the ball fell to the right height, he shook his wrist lightly and served the ball with strong backspin.

The ping-pong ball drew a beautiful arc, bounced lightly on the opponent's table, and changed direction almost touching the net.

The opposing player was prepared. He took a step forward, tilted his racket at a strange angle, caught the ball steadily and hit it back.

The ball flew back like an arrow, leaving a crisp "click" sound on the table.

Lin Hui turned sideways, swung his right hand like a whip, and hit a beautiful backhand loop ball straight to the opponent's baseline.

The opponent player was not willing to be outdone. He took two consecutive steps and hit the ball back with a forehand quick attack at the moment when the ball was about to fly out of the edge of the table.

"Good shot!" The commentator's excited voice spread throughout the venue through the radio, "This is already the 23rd board of this round! Both players have shown world-class level!"

The ping-pong ball shuttled back and forth between the two people, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible.

Lin Hui felt his arms starting to ache; his muscles protested after five hours of continuous competition.

But he couldn't stop, couldn't relax at all. His eyes were fixed on the white ball, and the whole world seemed to be just this table and the tough opponent on the other side.

The opponent player suddenly changed the rhythm, and a light flick made the ball fall rapidly just after it passed the net.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank, and his body instinctively lunged forward, his racket almost touching the table to pick up the ball. This save caused the whole audience to exclaim.

"It's so exciting! Lin Hui showed his amazing reaction speed!" The commentator's voice trembled with excitement.

The opposing player obviously did not expect that the ball could be rescued, and the quality of the return ball was not high in his hasty retreat.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity and made a powerful forehand smash. The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball and then flew far away.

8:4! Lin Hui gets the match point!

The whole stadium erupted in deafening cheers. Lin Hui clenched his fists and silently cheered for himself. He could feel that victory was within reach, yet so far away - facing an opponent like this, a one-point lead was nothing.

The opposing player walked to the sidelines, slowly wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, and drank some water.

This was obviously a delaying tactic, trying to disrupt the rhythm that Lin Hui had just established.

Lin Hui took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He turned his back to the table, closed his eyes, and recalled his coach's words: "At the end of the game, it's all about mentality, who can stay calmer."

The referee signaled the match to continue. The opponent served the ball, a seemingly ordinary side spin ball, but Lin Hui knew that every serve of this opponent was a hidden danger. He received the ball carefully and returned the ball to the opponent's center, not giving Mark a chance to attack directly.

In the next few rounds, both players played extremely cautiously, as if they were playing an invisible game of chess, calculating the opponent's reaction with every move.

The opponent player suddenly changed the line and hit the ball to Lin Hui's forehand at a large angle.

Lin Hui barely reached the ball and his return was of poor quality. The opponent seized the opportunity and dunked it.

Lin Hui blocked the ball almost by doing a split.

The opposing player obviously didn't expect the ball to come back, and in his haste he returned the ball out of bounds.

The opponent's eyes suddenly became sharp. He quickly adjusted his position, flicked his wrist slightly, and cut the ball back at an extremely tricky angle.

The ping-pong ball hit the net with a strong backspin, drawing a strange arc on the table.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted. He had just barely stood up from the splits, and before his center of gravity had fully recovered, he had to pounce to the right side of the table again. His racket touched the ball at the last moment, but the return ball bounced high, giving the opponent a great opportunity to attack.

"Oh no!" Lin Hui thought to himself. He saw that the opponent had already started to prepare, his body ready to go like a spring compressed to the extreme.

But at this critical moment, an accident happened. The opponent's shoe slipped at the moment of exerting force, and his body shook noticeably. Although he still completed the smash, the power and angle of the ball were greatly reduced.

The opposing player Hui seized this fleeting opportunity, took a step forward, and gently blocked the ball with his backhand - the ball hit the net and rolled to the opponent's table. The opposing player rushed forward desperately but it was too late.

The audience stood up and applauded. This dramatic turn of events made everyone hold their breath. Lin Hui wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Mark across from him. The Swedish player was looking at his shoes in annoyance and rubbed the soles of his shoes vigorously with a towel.

The game continued. The opponent's eyes were particularly focused when he served, and he sent a very fast straight ball. Lin Hui hit back steadily, and the two were in a stalemate again. This time, Mark changed his strategy and no longer pursued violent smashes, but used delicate small balls on the table to control the rhythm.

The ping-pong ball bounced lightly on the table, like a naughty elf. Lin Hui was concentrating, every cell in his body was tense. He could feel that victory was just around the corner, but at such a moment, he could not relax at all.

Suddenly, Mark made an unexpected backhand shot, and the ball shot like a bullet towards Lin Hui's forehand blind spot. Lin Hui almost instinctively moved sideways and saved the ball at the limit. The opponent was well prepared and immediately changed the line to attack Lin Hui's backhand. His vision was blurred, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or tears.

The opponent's eyes suddenly became sharp, he quickly adjusted his position, flicked his wrist lightly, and cut the ball back at an extremely tricky angle. The ping-pong ball passed the net with a strong backspin, drawing a strange arc on the table.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted. He had just barely stood up from the splits, and his center of gravity had not yet fully recovered, but he had to pounce to the right side of the table again. His racket touched the ball at the last moment, but the return ball bounced high, giving the opponent a great opportunity to attack.

"Oh no!" Lin Hui thought to himself. He saw Mark had already taken up his stance, his body ready to go like a spring compressed to the extreme.

But at this critical moment, an accident happened. Mark's shoe slipped at the moment of exerting force, and his body shook noticeably. Although he still completed the smash, the power and angle of the ball were greatly reduced.

Lin Hui seized this fleeting opportunity, took a step forward, and gently blocked the ball with his backhand. The ball hit the net and rolled onto the opponent's table. The opponent player rushed forward desperately but it was too late.

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