The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1300: Chasing Hard

The ball passed through the net like a meteor, exploding a sharp white light on the opponent's table.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, and the watch strap made a crisp "click" sound when he swung backhand - after all, he was half a beat late.

12:11, Lin Hui wins the first game!

The referee's voice cuts through the din of the stadium.

Lin Hui clenched his fists and growled, sweat dripping from his forehead, flashing tiny lights under the spotlight.

He glanced at the scoreboard, and the red numbers made his eyes hot.

“Switch places!”

Lin Hui wiped the rubber with a towel, and the sticky feeling on his palm made him frown.

The flashing lights in the audience were like fireflies on a summer night. He took a deep breath and smelled the mixture of pine resin and sweat in the air.

"In the second game, Lin Hui serves."

The referee's voice brought him back to reality. The ping-pong ball spun in his palm, the polyethylene material gleaming like pearls under the light. Lin Hui bent over and knelt, rubbing the racket gently against the seam of his pants. This habitual action always helped him regain his touch.

"Snapped!"

A counter-spin serve drew a strange arc.

The opponent's player pushed the ground hard with his left foot, and the racket pressed down slightly at the moment of contact, and the friction between the rubber and the ball made a sharp "squeak" sound.

The return ball hit the net and Lin Hui took a step forward, twisting and pulling with his backhand so fast that an afterimage almost appeared.

The ping-pong ball streaked across the table like a streak of silver lightning, but slowed down strangely just before it hit the net. It was a net ball.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted, the soles of his shoes made a harsh friction sound with the rubber floor, and the whole person flew out almost parallel to the ground.

"boom!"

His racket caught the ball ten centimeters from the ground.

The wrist twisted at an incredible angle, and the racket face turned from vertical to horizontal at the moment of contact, forcibly changing the downward rotation to an upward lift. The ping-pong ball was thrown high with a violent rotation, drawing a crystal parabola under the light.

The audience erupted in exclamations like waves.

This save violated all common sense of physics. The opponent had already moved close to the table to prepare for the smash, but now he had to retreat in a hurry. His racket drew a semicircle above his head, but missed the best hitting point.

"despair."

The sound of the ball hitting the ground, as light as a mosquito's buzz, was amplified by the microphone.

The ping-pong ball seemed to be under a spell. It just passed the net and then suddenly fell, leaving a landing point on the opponent's table that barely bounced.

When the electronic scoreboard showed 1:0, Lin Hui remained kneeling on one knee, with beads of sweat dripping down his wristband onto the reflective plastic floor.

The referee raised his left hand to indicate that the score was valid. The circular light strip on the top of the venue suddenly lit up, stretching Lin Hui's shadow on the wall into a slender and distorted shape, like some kind of beast about to awaken.

The audience erupted in cheers like waves. Lin Hui felt his temples throbbing and his eardrums resonating with his heartbeat.

He stole a glance at his opponent, who was tapping the handle of his racket with his index finger, which was his signature move when he was thinking.

Lin Hui chose to toss the ball high for his second serve. When the ball rose to a height of three meters, he noticed that the opponent's center of gravity was slightly tilted forward.

Now! His wrist suddenly buckled inward, and the ball slid across the net with a strong side spin.

The opponent seemed to have anticipated this and made a forehand charge after a cross step.

The orange ball exploded with white smoke on the table, and Lin Hui could even hear the scratching sound of the rubber sole rubbing against the floor mat.

He barely managed to block the ball back, but the opponent was already waiting at the net and made a clean lob.

The ping-pong ball whizzed towards him like a bullet, and Lin Hui's body reacted almost instinctively.

He suddenly exerted force with his legs, and his whole body bounced off the ground like a spring, and the racket drew a silver arc in the air.

Snapped!

The moment the ball collided with the rubber, he shook his wrist and forced a side turn.

The ball changed direction strangely in the air, brushing the edge of the net and flying towards the opponent's table.

The other player obviously didn't expect this move. He paused and could only stretch out his racket to reach the ball in a hurry.

The ball bounced off the edge of his racket and flew high into the air.

A cold light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes, and he pounced to the front of the stage like a cheetah. He pulled his right arm back and gathered all his strength in his wrist.

"boom!"

A slam dunk! The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's corner like a meteorite, exploding into a white shadow and then bouncing towards the audience.

2:0

The whole place was boiling with excitement and the screams almost blew the roof off.

Lin Hui slowly stood up, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping down his chin. He stared at his opponent, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Lin Hui bit the soft flesh on the inside of his lower lip. The smell of rust spread in his mouth, which reminded him of the coach's roar during the provincial team training: "Don't be soft at the critical moment!" He turned the racket, and the particles on the rubber looked like countless micro lenses under the strong light.

He changed his rhythm on the third ball. It looked like a normal forehand serve, but he changed direction with a flick of his wrist the moment it touched the ball.

When the opponent's return ball went out of bounds, there were exclamations from the stands. Lin Hui knew that the national team coaching staff sat among the audience, and their score sheets would determine the roster for the next Olympic cycle.

For the third ball, Lin Hui's fingertips gently stroked the delicate texture of the ping-pong ball.

The noise in the venue seemed to be muted at this moment, and his eyes were focused on the slightly swaying figure opposite the table.

His action of throwing the ball seemed casual, but he changed his breathing rhythm the moment the ball left his hand.

When the ping-pong ball reached its highest point, Lin Hui's racket tilted down at a textbook standard angle, and everyone thought it was an ordinary forehand serve.

But the moment he touched the ball, his wrist shook violently like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

The friction between the rubber and the ball made a slight "hissing" sound, and the ping-pong ball drew an unconventional "S"-shaped trajectory in the air.

The opponent's body had subconsciously moved to the right, but his pupils suddenly shrank at the moment his center of gravity shifted - the ball unexpectedly turned left strangely after passing the net!

"Oops!"

The hasty backhand slice was completely distorted, the ping-pong ball bounced high along the edge of the racket, and after drawing a desperate parabola, it hit the floor two inches outside the bounds.

The stands exploded with noise. Lin Hui wiped his brow with his wrist guard, and glanced at the silent figures in the VIP area. The national team coach's pen was moving quickly on the score sheet, and the assistant coach in charge of doubles was whispering something in the team leader's ear.

He knew that on that densely packed evaluation form, there would be eye-catching five-pointed stars behind the columns of "Tactical Changes" and "Psychological Quality".

Lin Hui turned and walked towards the serving area with exceptionally light steps. His white sneakers left a half-wet footprint on the floor mat, which was quickly dried by the cold air from the air conditioner.

This game is about much more than just the numbers on the scoreboard.

The opposing player suddenly called a timeout.

Lin Hui watched his opponent walk towards the coaching seat, dark sweat stains already appearing on the back of his black sportswear.

He took the opportunity to check the racket, running his index finger over the edge of the rubber - there was an almost invisible crack there, left by a collision with the backboard in the semi-final.

The pause ended and the opponent's eyes changed.

Lin Hui's fingertips tapped lightly on the rubber of the racket, making a dull "tapping" sound.

This habitual action always allows him to regain his rhythm at critical moments.

The spotlights on the top of the venue stretched his shadow very long, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath piercing diagonally on the blue flooring.

He then took a deep breath, spun the ping-pong ball three times in his palm, and threw it high up. This time the ball was thrown 20 centimeters higher than usual, and the opponent's eyelashes visibly trembled.

"Uh-huh!"

The racket changed from vertical to horizontal the moment it touched the ball. A seemingly ordinary side-spin serve suddenly fell after passing the net.

The opponent barely lifted the ball up, but Lin Hui had already anticipated it and made a forehand rush straight to the opponent's blind spot under the armpit.

Sweat dripped down his temple, reflecting tiny golden lights under the spotlight. The opponent on the other side of the table began to wipe his racket frequently.

The moment Lin Hui's racket touched the ping-pong ball, the circular light strip on the top of the venue suddenly flickered as if the voltage was unstable.

The small ball with a strange side spin drew a light blue track in the air - this was a visual error caused by the reflection of light by sweat, but it slowed down the opponent's prediction by 0.1 second.

"boom!"

The opponent used all his strength when returning the ball, and the rubber soles of his shoes left black scratches on the floor.

Lin Hui took a half step back and suddenly found that the seemingly violent ball had a slight tremor - it was the backspin hidden under the power! He didn't have time to bend his knees, but his entire right arm swung out like a whip, and the racket face suddenly tilted up 0.3 degrees 15 seconds before it touched the ball.

“Squeak—”

The sound of the rubber rubbing against the ball is like a leaking tire.

After the ping-pong ball barely passed the net, it actually started dancing ballet on the opponent's table - first spinning to the left, and then suddenly turning sharply to the right after touching the table.

The opponent's racket missed the target and he took two steps forward due to inertia, subconsciously supporting the table with his left hand.

The opponent suddenly switched to serving with his left hand.

This veteran, who used to be a "double-blade" player in the youth group, now throws the high ball with his left hand with a completely different rotation rhythm from that with his right hand.

When the ping-pong ball reached its highest point, the air conditioner in the venue suddenly increased the air volume, causing a subtle shift in the ball's falling trajectory.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted.

His body reacted faster than his brain and he lunged forward like a praying mantis.

The racket vibrated abnormally at the moment of contact. This was a rare "shaking serve" where the ball's axis of rotation kept shifting during flight.

"despair!"

The sound of the return ball hitting the net was as light as a pin tip hitting the ground.

The ping-pong ball twisted painfully on the net and finally rolled back to Lin Hui.

2:1

The opposing player gets the ball and starts serving.

He no longer used his signature high toss, but instead switched to a "submarine-style" low toss serve that was almost a foul.

The ping-pong ball passed along the net and bounced back at the moment it bounced off the opponent's table!

The opponent player suddenly pulled off his wrist guard and slammed it heavily on the barrier. The sports tape underneath was exposed under the light, and the dark brown muscle tape had curled up.

Lin Hui's breathing suddenly became brisk. He recognized that it was a special patch used to relieve rotator cuff injuries.

The opponent suddenly stares at the racket for a long time before serving. This unconventional action is actually a psychological tactic.

But Lin Hui discovered that his opponent's left little finger was trembling slightly, which was a nervous tremor caused by physical overdraft.

When the serve with exaggerated sidespin came, Lin Hui deliberately slowed down the pace of returning the ball.

“Snap! Snap! Snap!”

Every stroke was like whipping a taut drum.

The opponent's breathing had become as heavy as an old bellows.

Lin Hui suddenly hit a short ball. When the opponent staggered to the net to save the ball, his right shoulder suddenly made a clear "click" sound, but the hand full of blue veins still lifted the ball over the net.

Lin Hui did not move. He looked at the obviously high return ball, and suddenly used a rare "reverse shot" amid the audience's exclamations. The racket flipped at the moment of contact and used the long rubber on the back to hit an unconventional shot.

The opponent's desperate "reverse spin serve" went wrong right after the shot. The ball was thrown too high and was disturbed by the airflow of the central air conditioner, and the ball obviously deviated from the planned trajectory when it fell.

The referee frowned and was about to call a stop, but saw Lin Hui already stepping forward.

"laugh!"

With a textbook-like lob shot, the ping-pong ball landed accurately on the white edge of the opponent's baseline.

The opponent's save action turned into a slow motion: when the right shoulder was raised to 45 degrees, it suddenly froze, and the racket passed through the air in vain 2 centimeters away from the ball.

“2:2!”

Lin Hui felt beads of sweat sliding into the corners of his eyes.

He was thrown off balance by the opponent's sudden change of rhythm. Not wanting to repeat the same mistake, he pinched his thigh secretly.

On the fifth ball, he took a risk and used the newly practiced "submarine" serve.

The racket was almost parallel to the table, and the ball had a strange and erratic trajectory. The return ball bounced high, and Lin Hui seized the opportunity to slam dunk.

He practiced this serve secretly for three months, without even his coach knowing. Now, it has become the first sharp knife to stab the defending champion.

The opposing players began to frequently change their serve receiving positions.

He was almost stuck to the left side of the table, a classic suppression strategy for right-handed players.

Lin Hui's heart beat faster and he immediately changed his serve to a quick long ball.

The ping-pong ball hit the end line, raising fine white dust.

Lin Hui felt that the hand holding the racket was no longer trembling, but was replaced by a kind of burning certainty.

He looked across and saw someone wiping the handle of a racket with a towel, his movements as slow as if he was wiping an antique.

This is the veteran's psychological warfare. Lin Hui reminded himself not to be disrupted.

Afterwards, Lin Hui chose the safest backspin ball.

The opponent suddenly adopted a fighting tactic and caught Lin Hui off guard with a backhand shot.

The ping-pong ball hit the number cloth on his chest, making a dull "pop" sound.

The cold wind from the venue's air conditioner brushed across his sweaty back, and Lin Hui shivered.

Lin Hui's fingertips gently stroked the rubber of the racket, and the polyethylene ping-pong ball rotated silently in his palm.

The opposing player was wiping his glasses with the hem of his jersey. This seemingly normal action made Lin Hui notice that the reflection on the edge of his glasses frame was a little unusual.

Those were tiny beads of sweat condensed under the spotlight, sliding down the titanium alloy temples to the nose pads.

"Snapped!"

A running ball with twelve points of rotation suddenly came.

The ping-pong ball made a metallic crisp sound the moment it touched the table. Lin Hui knew that this was the result of the opponent secretly adding quick-drying glue to the rubber.

His body reacted before his mind did. He used a backhand "tyrant twist" to pull the ball out of an exaggerated arc, and the ball fell almost vertically when it passed the net.

The opponent player suddenly changed to a straight-grip horizontal shot, and the racket made a "crunching" sound at the moment of contact.

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