The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1308: Calmness after the Intense

In the table tennis hall, the number "8:5" on the scoreboard was particularly eye-catching, and the whispers in the audience seats surged like a tide.

The opponent clenched his fist and growled, beads of sweat rolling down his temple. This crucial point allowed him to achieve a qualitative leap, and his entire momentum suddenly rose three inches.

Lin Hui stood at the other end of the table, unconsciously stroking the rubber of the racket with his left hand.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his chin, and a deep "chuan" character was formed between his eyebrows.

The shadow of losing three points in a row passed through his mind, but he immediately shook his short hair and his eyes became sharp as an eagle again. The coach's shout from the sidelines was faintly heard: "Pay attention to the backhand position!"

"Snap!" The referee signals to serve.

The opposing player bounced the ping-pong ball three times on the table and suddenly threw up a silver light.

The racket rubbed against the rubber, making a soft "hiss" sound, and the white ball passed over the net with a strong backspin. Lin Hui bent his knees and lowered his shoulders, and his shoes scraped against the rubber, making a sharp "squeak."

"boom!"

Lin Hui's explosive forehand counterattack was like a cannonball.

"Pong!"

The opponent quickly backhands the ball to a wide diagonal line.

"Boom!"

Amid the dull sound of the rubber colliding with the table, the ping-pong ball left dazzling afterimages at both ends.

The breathing in the audience froze, and everyone's neck swayed left and right following the trajectory of the ball.

Lin Hui's eyes were fixed on the flying ping-pong ball. His legs were slightly apart, his center of gravity was lowered, and his whole body was like a fully drawn bow, ready to go.

The opponent's return was fast and tricky, with a strong side spin, and went straight to his backhand blind spot.

Lin Hui reacted extremely quickly, moving his feet sideways quickly, adjusting the angle of the racket at the last moment, and shaking his wrist violently.

"Snapped!"

With a beautiful side cut, the ping-pong ball drew a strange arc and flew past the net.

The opponent obviously didn't expect that he could save the ball, and he could only block it hastily. The ball bounced high, and the opportunity came!

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he jumped up without hesitation, pouring all his strength into his right arm, and slammed the racket hard.

"boom!"

A beam of white light struck the opponent's table like lightning, and then bounced towards the audience. The whole audience was silent for a moment, and then burst into deafening cheers!

8:6
Lin Hui clenched his fists, growled, and the blood in his chest boiled and surged.

He snatched this point back from his opponent! The opponent's face changed slightly, obviously he didn't expect Lin Hui to be able to burst out such fighting power in adversity.

As soon as the referee's voice fell, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became tense.

Lin Hui wiped the sweat off his face with the hem of his jersey, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the rubber of the racket.

He could clearly hear his own violent heartbeat, but unexpectedly felt a strange calm.

The opposing player at the other end of the table took a deep breath and stared at Lin Hui with a sinister look.

He was forced into this situation. He slammed the ball on the floor twice and suddenly flicked his wrist.

"Whoosh!"

A strange reverse-spin serve hit the net and the ping-pong ball fell rapidly as if under a spell.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly shrank, but his body had already pounced out reflexively.

The racket touched the bottom of the ball at the critical moment, and with a slight "swish" sound, the ball just passed the net.

"Good shot!" The coach on the sidelines clapped his legs and stood up. But before the cheers died down, the opponent had already rushed to the front of the stage like a cheetah and slammed the ball into Lin Hui's forehand corner.

Lin Hui staggered backwards, his sneakers making a harsh sound as they scraped against the floor mat, his whole body almost parallel to the ground.

"Snapped!"

An incredible save drew a rainbow-like arc. The audience seats exploded instantly, and some people even stood up.

The opponent obviously didn't expect the ball to come back. When he hurriedly hit back, the racket was slightly off angle, and the ping-pong ball hit the net with a "bang", trembling.
Lin Hui threw the ball high up, and the moment it fell, the whole world seemed to enter slow motion.

He saw the opponent's masseter muscles tensed due to nervousness, and saw the referee's body leaning forward unconsciously.

"boom!"

A textbook long shot like a sword drawn from its sheath.

The opponent barely received it, but Lin Hui had already predicted the landing point and slid to the position like a ghost.

The moment the ball bounced, his entire body was compressed to the extreme like a spring, and then.

"boom!"

A sharp light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes. He quickly adjusted his breathing and leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

The opponent's ball came like lightning with a strong spin, but Lin Hui had already predicted where it would land.

He kicked off, exerted force from his wrist, and made a fierce backhand move, hitting the ball back at an even faster speed!

The ping-pong ball drew a white streak on the table. The opponent tried to block it hastily, but the ball bounced high.

Lin Hui did not hesitate, took a step forward, gathered all his strength in his right arm, and slammed the ball hard!
"boom!"

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, making a deafening explosion.

The opponent stumbled back, and the moment the racket just touched the ball, the rubber made a tearing sound under the heavy weight.

8:7 Lin Hui caught up.

Seeing the gap between Lin Hui and him getting smaller and smaller, the other player became worried. If this continued, he would be in big trouble. He had to change his playing style as soon as possible and not let Lin Hui catch up.

Then Lin Hui served.

The moment he threw the ball, the opponent obviously tensed up.

However, this serve was beyond everyone's expectations. It had a very short weak backspin and the ball bounced lightly in front of the net.

Lin Hui noticed that his position was further to the left than before, and he obviously wanted to create changes by serving with his left hand.

But at the moment the opponent threw the ball, Lin Hui suddenly jumped forward half a step, an extremely oppressive receiving posture.

This slight interference caused the opponent's player's movements to slow down slightly, and the quality of his play dropped significantly.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity and made a lightning-fast attack, with the ball heading straight to the opponent's backhand corner.

The opponent barely returned the ball, but his steps were obviously slow and the old injury to his right knee seemed to affect his movement.

Lin Hui did not miss this opportunity and immediately made a fierce forehand burst, and the ball hit the opponent's forehand like a cannonball.

The opponent player gritted his teeth and moved sideways, but his right knee betrayed him at this moment, and he staggered.

Fortunately, the ball landed again.

Lin Hui's expression has changed. He bent down to adjust his knee pads, his fingers trembling slightly!

The coach on the sidelines stood up suddenly, his eyes serious.

Lin Hui's old injury obviously recurred after the previous burst, but the game was still going on, and the quality of the opponent's staggering return was not high, which was originally a great scoring opportunity.

Lin Hui took a deep breath, endured the pain in his knee, and pushed the ground hard to rush forward.

His movements were half a beat slower than usual, but still precise.

The racket suddenly pressed down at the moment of contact with the ball, and with a wonderful short swing, the ball fell along the net.

The opponent barely managed to pick up the ball, but it became a high ball in half court.

The audience held their breath. This should have been the moment for Lin Hui to make the final decision, but his right knee suddenly went weak and he staggered back two steps.

In a flash, he changed to swinging with his left hand, and the racket slashed out like a knife! "Crack!"

The ball drew a sharp arc and flew out, brushing the edge of the table.

The opponent froze in place. The referee hesitated for a second before raising his right hand: "Out of bounds!"

8:8
The whole audience sighed in regret, which then turned into thunderous applause.

Lin Hui supported himself on the table, his right knee trembling slightly, and sweat dripping from his chin onto the table.

He raised his head, his eyes were unusually calm.

The coach clenched his fists on the sidelines, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

This was the deciding game, and Lin Hui's old knee injury had apparently recurred.

But when his eyes met Lin Hui's, what he saw was not pain or hesitation, but something sharper burning in those eyes.

"Go on." Lin Hui tapped the table lightly with his racket. The sound was not loud, but it made the entire venue quiet down instantly.

The opponent's breathing was obviously disrupted, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the rubber of the racket.

When he served, he threw the ball half an inch higher than usual, and this subtle flaw was caught by Lin Hui.

It's now!

Lin Hui exerted force on his right leg, and felt a tearing pain in his knee, but his movements did not slow down at all. The racket drew a silver arc, and his wrist trembled strangely at the moment of contact with the ball.

"Shh!"

The ball spun violently on the opponent's table as if it was under a spell, and then rebounded strangely and flew directly into the opponent's face. The opponent raised his hand hastily.

The ball was boiling between the two.

The opposing player was not giving in to Lin Hui at all at this moment, and Lin Hui was doing the same now.

How could it be possible? How could they lose to the other player so easily? Especially since their current score had become a tie with only one point left, it was something that both of them were very eager for.

"Wow! Did you see it?"

“Lin Hui’s game was so exciting!”

"His knee hurt so much, but he didn't slow down at all. He swung his racket and the ball spun around on the opponent's table like a magic trick, and finally flew directly into his opponent's face! The opponent couldn't react at all!"

The audience at the scene was talking a lot.

The ping-pong ball bounced back and forth on the table, "bang-bang", the sound was crisp and rapid, like a miniature storm raging on the blue table.

Lin Hui's eyes were fixed on the small white ball. The pain in his knee was temporarily suppressed by adrenaline. The whole world shrank to only the table and the opponent opposite.

The opposing player hunched his back, the racket gently turning in his palm, his eyes as sharp as a hawk.

He served a very fast backspin ball, and the ball shot like a bullet towards Lin Hui's forehand corner.

Lin Hui pushed the ground hard with his left foot, feeling a sharp pain in his knee, but he gritted his teeth and completed a perfect stride.

The moment the racket touched the ball, he shook his wrist subtly, adding a strong side spin to the ball.

"Snap!" The ball drew a strange arc and suddenly changed direction when it bounced off the opponent's table.

The opponent player reacted extremely quickly, his body was almost parallel to the ground, and he made a diving save, barely picking the ball back.

"Good shot!" The audience burst into exclamations.

Lin Hui had already predicted it and seized the opportunity of the slightly higher return ball for a slam dunk.

The opponent player seemed to be prepared. He retreated two meters from the table, took advantage of the opponent's force and responded with a long-range counter-attack.

The ball, with strong topspin, went straight into Lin Hui's backhand blind spot.

Lin Hui felt a sharp pain in his left knee, but he twisted his body and completed a backhand rip at the limit. The ball brushed the net and bounced lightly on the opponent's table.

The opposing player flew forward, and at the moment the ball was about to bounce a second time, he hooked his wrist and hit an incredible lob into the table.

The ball flew over the net like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"It's over." A spectator covered his mouth.

Lin Hui pounced like a cheetah, with his right leg fully extended and his left knee almost touching the ground. At the moment when the ball was about to hit the ground, his racket scooped up the ball at an incredible angle.

The ball drew a rainbow-like trajectory and fell along the edge of the table.

"Brush off!" the referee raised his hand.

The opponent stood there in a daze, with his racket hanging down limply.

After a brief silence, the entire stadium erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.

“9-8! Lin Hui is leading!”

Lin Hui slowly stood up with the help of the table, and the pain in his left knee made him frown unconsciously.

Sweat dripped down his chin onto the table, refracting tiny rays of light under the spotlight.

The referee looked at his left knee with concern and gestured for a timeout.

Lin Hui shook his head and wiped his face with his wrist guard.

It was moments like this that he had been waiting for.

At the same time, I saw the opponent player was pinching his base of the thumb hard, which was a little movement he made when he was nervous.

"Play on!" the referee's voice cut through the noise.

Lin Hui served a long and sharp ball, and his left leg suddenly went weak as he moved sideways to make room.

There was a cry of surprise from the audience, but he used the momentum of the sinking to perform a rare squat-chop return. The ping-pong ball made a strange right angle on the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this move, and he swung the racket hastily, but only touched the edge of the ball.

The ping-pong ball bounced high, drew a weak arc, and finally landed on its own table.

Lin Hui's mouth curled up slightly. He was waiting for his opponent to panic at this moment.

Sweat trickled down his temples and the stinging in his left leg continued, but none of that mattered at the moment.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

Some people stood up and waved the national flag, and some shouted Lin Hui's name.

When the opponent came over to shake hands, there was still disbelief in his eyes.

"That return ball." The opponent hesitated.

Lin Hui just nodded slightly. He knew that this squatting and slashing return would be the key turning point of the game.

The cheers from the audience came in waves, and flash lights flashed around the stadium.

Lin Hui looked up at the scoreboard, sweat running down his forehead and dripping onto the dark blue table.

He could feel his own heartbeat, steady and powerful, as precise as the decisive return just now.

"Lin Hui! Lin Hui!" The shouts from the stands gradually gathered into a neat rhythm. His coach clenched his fists on the sidelines, his eyes gleaming with pride.

The opponent wiped his racket and took a deep breath.

The young player obviously did not expect to face such a strong challenge in the final.

His wrist trembled slightly when he served, and the ping-pong ball drew a hesitant arc.

Lin Hui narrowed his eyes. When the ball bounced, he seemed to see himself who lost in the provincial team selection three years ago because of a similar return error.

His arm drew a smooth arc, and the racket made a crisp "pop" sound when it touched the ping-pong ball.

The ball flew towards the opponent's table with a strong spin as if it was cast by magic.

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