The big devil in table tennis

9:4

When seeing this score, the opposing players were obviously dumbfounded.

I have already lost more than half of the points.

But this also made him feel that this was not the time to be discouraged, but he should be ready to go again.

By the time Lin Hui served the ping-pong ball, he had already been waiting on the ping-pong table for a long time.

Now we must prepare to turn the tide.

Under the bright white lights in the table tennis hall, the air seemed to freeze.

The cheers from the audience suddenly fell silent. Everyone held their breath, their eyes focused on the spinning white ball.

Lin Hui stood in front of the table, dark sweat stains already visible on the back of his blue sportswear.

He bent his knees slightly, holding the ping-pong ball with his left palm facing upwards, and the racket in his right hand was as taut as a bowstring ready to be released.

As he took a deep breath, the ceiling light of the venue passed a cold light across his lenses, and the ping-pong ball was thrown high into the air, more than three meters high.

"It's a backspin serve!" The commentator's suddenly raised voice echoed in the hall.

Lin Hui's wrist cut down at a strange angle, and there was a slight "click" sound when the racket touched the ball.

The small ball spun violently, drawing a parabola, as if being pulled by an invisible thread, and flew accurately to the blind spot on the left side of the opponent's table.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted.

Just as the ball touched the table, he pushed the ground hard with his left foot, and the friction between the sole of his shoe and the rubber floor made a harsh squeaking sound.

What was shocking was that he predicted the landing point in a flash and rushed to the front of the stage in two steps.

The audience burst into exclamations, and some people even half stood up.

"Backhand fast break!" The commentator's voice almost broke.

The opponent's body was like a spring that was compressed to the extreme and suddenly released, and the backhand shot swept out in a nearly horizontal trajectory.

With a dull "bang", the ping-pong ball turned into a white lightning and exploded with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, creating an invisible air wave on Lin Hui's table.

“9:5!” The referee’s voice fell like a heavy hammer.

The opponent player shook his sweat-soaked hair, while Lin Hui stood in place, his left hand unconsciously clenching the handle of the racket, and there were still faint white marks on the rubber surface caused by the intense friction just now.

The cheering group for the Chinese team in the audience suddenly fell silent, and the national flag banners in someone's hands drooped halfway.

The opposing team's coaching booth erupted in cheers, and several substitute players bumped into each other excitedly.

In the close-up shot, Lin Hui's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and when he turned around, an obvious water mark was left on the floor, which was the reflection of dripping sweat.

When he bent down to pick up the ball, his eyes caught sight of the player on the opposite side. The player who seemed frustrated just now now had eyes as sharp as a knife, stood upright, and exuded an aura that could not be ignored.

Lin Hui returned to the serving position.

For this ball, Lin Hui changed his strategy and served a side spin ball.

The ping-pong ball flew towards the opponent with a strange spin.

The opposing player seemed to see through the trajectory of the ball. With a slight flick of his wrist, the racket touched the ball at a subtle angle. The ping-pong ball drew an incredible arc, bypassed the net, and landed in the blind spot of Lin Hui's table.

Lin Hui immediately waved the table tennis racket in his hand.

Lin Hui's racket barely touched the ball at the last moment, but the return ball bounced high, giving the opponent an excellent attacking opportunity.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience and flash lights flashed like a rainstorm.

The ping-pong ball flew towards the opponent's table with a strong topspin, but the opponent had already predicted the landing point, and his body moved as fast as a cheetah, and he burst out with a fierce forehand.

"Snapped!"

The ball shot towards Lin Hui's backhand corner like a bullet.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body almost instinctively took a big step to the left, and the racket just barely touched the ball at the maximum distance.

The trajectory of the return ball was a bit erratic, and it flew past the upper edge of the net.

The opponent obviously didn't expect that this ball could be rescued, and hurried forward to hit the ball, but the ball strangely changed direction the moment it touched the net.

At this moment, the opponent was staring at his racket with a frown.

The ball bounced lightly after touching the net, drawing a strange arc and falling along the edge of the table.

The opponent only had time to swing his racket halfway, and watched helplessly as the "resurrected" return ball bounced lightly on the table, then rolled weakly to the ground.

10:4

"Brushing off!" the referee's voice was crisp and clear.

There was a burst of exclamations from the sidelines, followed by warm applause.

Lin Hui was breathing slightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the palms of his hands holding the racket, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

This point was won in a thrilling but beautiful way.

The opponent stood up, stared at the still ping-pong ball for two seconds, and suddenly shook his head and smiled.

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his wrist guard, and gave Lin Hui a thumbs up: "Beautiful!"

Lin Hui nodded in greeting, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

He bent down to pick up the ball that had rolled to his feet, and his fingertips stroked the slight wear marks on the surface of the ball, which was evidence of the fierce confrontation in the previous game.

The referee signaled to continue the game.

Lin Hui threw the ball up, and the moment it fell, his eyes locked onto the opponent's position like a hawk.

This time, he wanted to use an unexpected short ball to disrupt the opponent's rhythm...

Lin Hui rushed sideways, and the two instantly entered a high-speed offensive stage. The ping-pong ball left a series of afterimages on the table. The audience could not even see the trajectory of the ball, and could only hear the dense "ping-pong" sound of collision.

The opponent player suddenly changed the ball line and the ball went straight to Lin Hui's forehand.

Lin Hui saved the ball at his best, but the quality of his return was not high.

He almost instinctively stepped back half a step, and at the moment when the ball was about to fly past his side, he shook his wrist and hit an incredible "behind-the-back shot"!

The ping-pong ball drew an incredible arc, brushed the net and landed on the opponent's table. The opponent was totally unprepared for this move, and hurriedly returned the ball into the net.

However, the ball was reversed.

It hit Lin Hui's desk with a bang.

The opponent's eyes were fixed on Lin Hui's wrist movements without blinking. The moment the ball left the racket, his body had already reacted.

With a beautiful step, the racket lightly touched the table at an angle almost perpendicular to the table, and the ping-pong ball flew back with a strong spin.

Lin Hui responded hastily and returned the ball too high. The opponent seized the opportunity and made a powerful forehand smash. The ping-pong ball hit Lin Hui's half of the court like a cannonball and then flew far away.

10:5

The whole stadium was boiling with excitement. The fans of the other players cheered one after another, while the Chinese audience began to whisper nervously.

Lin Hui felt dizzy and had to call a timeout and walk to the sidelines to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Lin Hui, stay calm!" The coach patted him on the shoulder. "He's just having a flash of energy. Play at your own pace!"

Lin Hui nodded and drank the water in big gulps, but felt his throat tighten.

He stole a glance at the other player, who was resting with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling regularly, as if he was meditating. What shocked Lin Hui the most was that the other player had a faint smile on his lips.

The timeout ends and the game continues.

When the opponent served, he decided to change his strategy and served a seemingly ordinary topspin ball.

But Lin Hui launched the attack without hesitation, with a fierce forehand loop shot, the ping-pong ball flew to the opponent's backhand with a strong rotation.

Lin Hui's temple slid down and he could hear his heart beating like thunder.

Every shot of this player seems to be precisely calculated, without any unnecessary movements.

What was even more terrifying was that there was an almost fanatical fighting spirit burning in the opponent's eyes, and the low "hissing" roar after each score pierced Lin Hui's nerves like a knife.

In the next ball, Lin Hui served a short ball, hoping to disrupt his opponent's rhythm.

However, the opponent seemed to be prepared. With a light step forward and a deft flick of his wrist, the ping-pong ball passed through the net and landed on Lin Hui's table without bouncing.

Lin Hui was unable to save the ball and watched it hit the table for the second time.

10:6

The entire stadium erupted in a deafening roar.

Fans of the opposing players waved their national flags wildly, while the Chinese audience looked solemn.

Lin Hui felt that the crisis was getting faster and faster!

The decisive moment has arrived.

The opponent was in full swing at this moment. Every move he made was extremely precise and every shot he made was made with the belief that he would win.

Lin Hui began to doubt his own tactics and his movements became stiff.

Lin Hui's hand holding the racket began to tremble slightly, and sweat blurred his vision. The opponent on the other side became more and more courageous, with a beast-like light flashing in his eyes.

Every time when Lin Hui thought he was going to win the point, the opponent would miraculously catch up.

The atmosphere in the venue was extremely tense, and the audience held their breath, afraid of missing any details.

At this moment, the opponent stood in front of the table, slowly throwing the ball up and catching it, as if adjusting his breathing. Lin Hui half-crouched, staring at the opponent's hand, his muscles tense.

The opponent suddenly made a seemingly ordinary forehand serve, and the ping-pong ball flew towards Lin Hui's forehand position with a slight side spin.

Lin Hui breathed a sigh of relief, he could handle this serve.

He hit a good quality forehand loop ball that went straight to his opponent's backhand.

However, the opponent seemed to have anticipated this and had already moved his body to the best hitting position.

At the moment the ping-pong ball bounced, his wrist made an extremely slight shaking movement, and the racket touched the ball at an almost impossible angle.

The ping-pong ball flew over the net with a strange spin, and after landing on Lin Hui's table, it bounced in the completely opposite direction! Lin Hui made a complete misjudgment and almost missed the target.

Lin Hui stood there in a daze, unable to believe his eyes.

The rotation and angle of the ball cannot be produced by conventional techniques.

He looked at his opponent, his eyes full of confidence.

This time, the opponent's movements were extremely slow, like a slow-motion movie.

The moment the ping-pong ball left the racket, Lin Hui felt a palpitation in his heart. He had never seen the ball spin in such a way before!

The ping-pong ball drew a strange "S"-shaped trajectory in the air, and bounced almost vertically after landing on Lin Hui's table.

Lin Hui returned the ball hastily with very poor quality, but the opponent did not hesitate and hit a powerful forehand, and the ping-pong ball hit Lin Hui's table like lightning.

Fortunately, Lin Hui had experience at this time.

Lin Hui quickly stepped back, lowered his center of gravity, and determined where the ball would land in a split second.

The opponent's explosive ball had a strong topspin and rushed forward rapidly after hitting the table, heading straight for his backhand corner.

At the critical moment, Lin Hui shook his wrist and gently blocked the ball with the racket at an angle almost perpendicular to the table.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball rubbed against the racket surface briefly, then drew a low arc and passed through the net!

The opponent had already moved in advance, preparing for the next attack, but he did not expect that Lin Hui would use a clever return shot to neutralize this fatal move.

The ball bounced very low after hitting the net. The opponent barely stretched out his hand to hook it, but the ball hit the net with a "pop" and rolled weakly back to his own half of the table.

"Good shot!" The audience on the sidelines burst into cheers.

Lin Hui let out a long sigh, and the palm of his hand holding the racket felt slightly hot.

He looked up at his opponent and found a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a stronger desire to fight.

The score came to 10:7.

The opponent leaned over to pick up the ball, tapping the table twice with his fingertips in a steady and oppressive rhythm.

He raised his eyes to look at Lin Hui, and suddenly a faint arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was the smile of a hunter when he locked on his prey.

"Snapped!"

A seemingly ordinary serve, but it suddenly dropped the moment it touched the table! Lin Hui's pupils shrank, and he immediately realized that this was a rare "reverse rotation serve". The ball had a reverse rotation in flight, and after touching the table, it would produce a bouncing trajectory that went against common sense.

He gritted his teeth and stepped forward, quickly adjusting the angle of the racket with his wrist, and at the critical moment, he "hooked" the ball back. However, the return ball was slightly high, and his opponent had already been ready to attack, his body tensed like a bow.

"boom!"

With a backhand blast to the diagonal line, the ping-pong ball turned into white light and pierced directly into the gap of Lin Hui's forehand!

Lin Hui's muscle memory exploded instantly! At the moment when his opponent swung the racket, his left foot had already pushed off the ground like a spring, and the whole person flew out horizontally. The racket drew a silver arc in the air, and the moment when his body almost lost balance.

"boom!"

With an incredible step-back, the ping-pong ball flew off along the table with a strong side spin! The opponent obviously did not expect this desperate return, and hurriedly slashed the ball with his backhand, but the ball bounced high.

Opportunity! Lin Hui instantly recovered, and all his strength flowed from his feet to his wrists.

"Snapped!"

A textbook-like violent shot on the table, the white ball was nailed into the opponent's corner like a sharp arrow!

10:8! The referee's voice ignited the whole stadium.

The opponent stared at the ball that passed by and suddenly laughed.

He slowly took out a ping-pong ball from his pocket and weighed it in his palm: I didn't expect that I could catch this ball.

When the knuckles exerted force, the sphere made an ominous "crunching" sound.

"Cha-"

The opponent's thumb made a harsh sound as it rubbed against the surface of the ball, and the venue suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Lin Hui discovered that the ping-pong ball was vibrating irregularly, and the other party was applying spiral pressure with his knuckles.

In the 0.3 seconds when the ball reached its highest point, Lin Hui immediately swung the ping-pong ball in his hand, and with a bang, it hit the opponent's table directly, leaving no room for the opponent!

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