The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1316 Both Sides Work Hard
The opposing player now saw that Jianhua had won two goals in a row, which made him frown.

Even so, it still couldn't change his desire to catch up with Jianhua.

Now it's Jianhua's turn to serve, and he starts serving in his usual way.

Jianhua threw the ping-pong ball high up with his left hand, and the yellow and white ball drew an almost vertical trajectory under the light.

Just as the ball reached its highest point, his right wrist suddenly shook like a spring, and the racket brushed the bottom of the ball at a 45-degree angle.

"laugh--"

There was a slight friction sound, and the ball flew over the net with a strong backspin.

At the moment of passing the net, the ball suddenly slowed down, as if being pulled by an invisible force, drawing a strange parabola.

When the ball landed on the opponent's table, it hardly bounced, but fell rapidly along the table, as if it was sucked by a magnet.

The most deadly part of this signature serve is the change in the second jump. When the opponent thinks it will be a short ball and is preparing to receive it, the ball unexpectedly jumps forward a short distance, just past the opponent's predicted hitting point.

After serving the ball, Jianhua immediately took a half step back, his right hand hanging naturally, but his racket remained in a ready position to burst out at any time, his eyes like a hawk, locking onto every subtle movement of his opponent.

When the opponent saw the ping-pong ball served by Jianhua, he immediately entered a state of high concentration. His body instantly tensed like a spring, his eyes fixed on the flight trajectory of the ball, and his brain quickly calculated the rotation, speed and landing point.

The calf muscles contracted instinctively, the right foot pushed the ground hard, and the body rushed to the left front, and the friction between the sole of the shoe and the floor made a sharp "squeak" sound.

Holding the racket in your right hand, draw it back to your waist and the racket face will automatically tilt forward 45 degrees. This is muscle memory formed by years of training and is specifically designed to counter topspin.

10 centimeters before the ball reaches the highest point, the waist and abdomen are suddenly twisted like a tightened towel and released, and the upper arm drives the forearm to swing forward and upward.

The racket face hit the upper middle part of the ball with a "bang". The wrist hooked secretly at the moment the rubber sank, adding additional right-side spin to the ball.

The return ball drew an arc like a knife blade and went straight into the small triangle area of ​​Jianhua's forehand, which is the most difficult blind spot for right-handed players to connect quickly.

At the same time, the body has retreated half a step by reaction force, with the center of gravity falling on the front of the feet, preparing for the next burst like a cheetah before hunting.

The opponent's pupils contract slightly when the ball is hit, reflecting the blurred lines on the surface of the ping-pong ball caused by the high-speed rotation.

The left shoulder is 5 degrees lower than the right shoulder. This is a body deception posture reserved to deal with Jianhua's possible change of line.

The whole process takes no more than 0.8 seconds. The ping-pong ball explodes on the table with a short "click" sound, like the sound of a second hand crossing a watch face.

Jianhua's body made the judgment within 0.3 seconds, and the muscle fibers in his left leg instantly burst out with a force of 287 Newtons.

The rubber sole of his sneakers rubbed against the floor making a sharp "squeaking" sound, and his right hand drew a zigzag line in the air that was contrary to ergonomics. That should have been the trajectory of a forehand defensive action, but he suddenly turned his wrist and changed his move in the last 1/4 second.

The moment the racket touches the ball, the rubber particles sink in an asynchronous rhythm.

The outermost particles are squeezed at a 45-degree angle, converting rotational energy into an upward ejection force.

When the ball left the racket face, it produced a rare Magnus Coanda superposition effect, drawing a compound arc that first sank and then rose.

The opposing player noticed that the second joint of his index finger displaced 0.5 mm when he hit the ball. The cerebral cortex immediately called up the pre-stored tactical memory, and the body reacted 0.2 seconds faster than the consciousness. The ulnar angle of the right wrist increased by 3 degrees, and the racket shape was adjusted from 82 degrees to 79 degrees. This subtle adjustment caused a qualitative change in the aerodynamics of the return ball.

The ball hits the net at a speed of 6120 rpm, creating visible vibrations on the upper edge of the net.

At the moment of landing on the table, the ball collided inelastically with the rubber layer of the table surface. The kinetic energy that was supposed to rush forward was swallowed up by the rotation, turning it into an unconventional "sudden brake ball".

The exclamations from the audience created a 17-decibel sound wave, but Jianhua's eardrum only captured the 132 Hz low frequency produced by the resonance of the ball with the air when it bounced for the second time. That was the unique sound pattern characteristic of the explosive loop ball that Jianhua was good at.

The calf gastrocnemius muscle has entered the pre-contraction state 0.4 seconds in advance, just like the gunslinger in a western movie who can see the trajectory of the bullet before the gun is fired.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, and the shadow of the ball remaining on the retina had not yet dissipated, but his body had already reacted instinctively. His left knee was slightly bent, and his center of gravity was instantly pressed forward like liquid metal, and his right toe rolled out half a circle of fine lines on the floor rubber.

"Snapped!"

The contact point between the racket and the ball deviated from the ideal position by 3.2 mm, but the tactile nerves of the fingers keenly captured the abnormal vibration of the rubber particles. This was the "secondary rotation" carefully modulated by Jianhua. The ball suddenly changed its axis of rotation due to air resistance in the middle of flight, as if it was gently flicked by an invisible hand.

Oops, fake arc!

The opponent player was thinking in his mind, and at the same time, his wrist suddenly rotated inward, and the muscle fibers in his forearm braked with an almost tearing strength, forcibly turning the racket face angle from 75 degrees back to 82 degrees.

"Swish--" The sound of the rubber and the ball rubbing against each other was like a knife scraping across glass. The return ball drew a "Z"-shaped trajectory that went against the intuition of physics. It first turned sharply to the right, and then bounced strangely to the left after passing the net.

The screams from the audience exploded like a tide, but the only sounds in my ears were my own rapid breathing and the sharp sound of my sneakers rubbing against the floor.

Jianhua's right shoulder sank slightly, which was a sign that he was going to attack sideways, but the ball hit back by the opponent happened to be caught in the blind spot of his hip and elbow joints, forcing him to break down the originally powerful explosive action into an awkward "half cut and half lift".

At the same time, the opponent's muscles will be compressed to the limit like springs, and even the floor rubber will be pressed into a slight dent when the left foot hits the ground.

The ball flew in the air for only 0.27 seconds, but the brain had already simulated seven tactical plans, and finally chose a quick tear across the net, landing directly on the most sensitive "stomach triangle" on the opponent's table.

"despair!"

The sound of the ball hitting the table was as crisp as the ticking of a second hand, and Jianhua's racket was still in the middle of swinging. A hint of surprise flashed in his pupils, reflecting the shadow of the ball that suddenly fell when it was about to jump for the second time.

"Hiss..." The sharp sound of the rubber sole stopping suddenly became the final footnote of this round.

The opponent's eyes passed over Jianhua's wrist like a knife, and there was a silent temptation in the gaze before serving. He threw the ball very lightly, almost without rotation, but at the moment the ball fell, his wrist suddenly shook.

"Crack!"

The moment the racket touches the ball, there is a very short friction sound, like fingernails gently scratching silk.

The ball almost stuck to the net when passing through it, and its flight trajectory was abnormally low, but it suddenly sank the moment it landed on the table, as if it was pulled down by something invisible.

Jianhua's pupils contracted slightly. This was a serve that combined backspin with no spin. It looked gentle, but it was actually murderous.

His body instinctively leaned forward, his knees bent deeper than usual, his racket delicately angled before connecting with the ball.

"despair."

The return ball was very light, like carefully flicking away a feather. The ball just brushed the net and bounced lightly on the opponent's table.

But the opponent seemed to have anticipated this. He took a step forward without stopping, swung his forearm like a whip, and suddenly exerted more force at the moment of contact with the ball.

"Snapped!"

A beam of white light shot straight into Jianhua's backhand corner, so fast that it almost left an afterimage.

Some people in the audience gasped, but Jianhua's reaction was faster. He slid sideways almost at the same time as the ball flew out, and his racket came forward at the maximum distance. With a flick of his wrist, he "scooped" the ball back! "Shua!"

The return ball had a strong side turn, drawing an exaggerated arc and heading straight for the opponent's forehand gap.

The opponent player obviously didn't expect that he could still save this shot. In a hurry, he could only barely reach the ball, and the quality of his return dropped sharply.

A cold light flashed in Jianhua's eyes, and he pounced forward like a tiger. He pulled his right arm back to the limit, and the strength of his waist and abdomen burst out instantly.

With a thunderous forehand burst, the ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, and even made a sharp sound of breaking through the air when it bounced!

8: 7!

The opponent's racket froze in mid-air, and Jianhua's breathing became slightly rapid, but his eyes were sharper than before.

The other player caught up.

"Ta, Ta, Ta"

The ping-pong ball bounced lightly three times in the opponent's palm. His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, but there was a dangerous whirlpool undercurrent.

The coach on the sidelines clutched the tactical board tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"call out--"

At the moment of serving, the edge of the racket made an almost inaudible sound of air flow.

This serve had a strange sense of drifting, like a piece of catkins blown by the wind, but it suddenly accelerated and fell after passing the net! "

Jianhua's body had already pressed forward as if by reflex, but he sensed something strange the moment he pushed off the ground. The ball bounced two centimeters lower than expected on the table!
He urgently made a fine adjustment with his wrist, and the racket face increased sharply from 45 degrees to 60 degrees, and a strange "sizzling" sound was made when the rubber touched the ball.

The return ball drew a parabola and barely passed the net, but the opponent player had already pounced on the table like a hungry wolf.

What was horrifying was that his entire upper body twisted nearly 90 degrees with the lumbar spine as the axis, and the racket drew a half-moon trajectory behind him.

"boom!"

A backhand "back knife" burst forward, the ball speed is close to 120 kilometers per hour.

Jianhua only had time to see a blurry white afterimage and heard the exclamations from the audience.

His body acted before his brain. The muscle fibers in his left leg completed three fine-tunings in 0.1 seconds, and the racket was lifted up from his hip in a thrilling manner like catching the moon from the bottom of the sea.

The metal grid was pierced by the air with the vibrato from the ball.

The ping-pong ball paused mysteriously on the net for one thousandth of a second, and then slowly rolled down to the other side of the table as if pushed by an invisible hand.

The opponent player aimed directly at the landing point of the ball and hit it directly.

The moment the racket touched the ball, there was a sharp sound. The angle of the quick rip was extremely tricky, and the ball rushed along the white line on the edge of the table, almost brushing the edge and going out.

Jianhua's body had already been stretched into a full bow, and his right foot made a harsh "creaking" sound on the floor rubber.

The white meteor that was about to fly out of the table was reflected in his pupils, and veins on his right forearm suddenly bulged.

"Snapped!"

The racket intercepts the incoming ball at the extreme distance, and the racket face gently blocks it at a nearly vertical angle.

The ping-pong ball mysteriously lost all its rotation, floated over the net as lightly as a feather, and landed on the table motionless.

The opponent's save was frozen in mid-air. His racket was only three centimeters away from the ball, but he watched helplessly as the ball bounced back on the table, defying the laws of physics, and finally fell powerlessly to the ground.

9:7
Finally, with Jianhua's disdainful efforts, we won the table tennis game.

At this moment, Jianhua's body relaxed as if relieved of a heavy burden, and sweat slid down his brow, reflecting tiny rays of light under the spotlight.

The roar from the audience surged in like a tide, but all he could hear was his own pounding heart.

Jianhua stood in the serving area, holding the ping-pong ball in the palm of his left hand and holding the racket in his right hand hanging naturally at his side.

He first raised his eyes, and his gaze swept across the opponent on the other side of the table as sharp as a hawk. Although this gaze lasted only half a second, it was a tactical observation, as if he was confirming whether the opponent's position exposed a defensive gap.

Then he took a deep breath and threw the ball vertically about 20 centimeters with his left hand.

When the ball reached its highest point and began to fall, his right shoulder suddenly moved forward, his forearm contracted quickly like a spring, and the racket rubbed the middle of the ball at a 75-degree angle.

With a crisp "pop" sound, the ping-pong ball drew a strange arc: it seemed to be flying towards the opponent's forehand corner at first, but it suddenly turned after passing the net, and went straight to the opponent's backhand small triangle area with a strong side spin.

The ball made a short "click" sound when it touched the table, and the second jump was obviously forward and downward, bouncing off the table in the moment when the opponent hastily stretched out the racket.

This serve perfectly combines feints and spin changes: the body's direction when tossing the ball suggests a forehand position, and the direction of force is changed through the shaking of the wrist at the actual moment of ball release; the seemingly ordinary sidespin actually adds a hidden backspin component, causing the ball to produce a bouncing trajectory that violates conventional visual judgment after passing the net.

The opponent was obviously confused by Jianhua's fake move, and his body center of gravity subconsciously shifted to the forehand position.

When he noticed that the ball's path suddenly changed, he hurriedly stepped back and blocked it hastily with his backhand. The moment the racket touched the ball, the strong side and downward spin caused the return ball to bounce high, drawing a weak parabola.

Jianhua was prepared. He took a step forward, as swift as a cheetah.

He seized this great opportunity, pulled his right arm back, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and hit the racket violently from bottom to top! The ping-pong ball tore through the air like a bullet, and with a whistling sound, it hit the opponent's forehand corner of the table.

"Snap!" After a crisp impact sound, the ball bounced up like lightning and the opponent reacted immediately.

With a bang, it hit Jianhua's desk directly.

There was a flash of surprise in Jianhua's eyes, but he regained his composure in an instant.

The opponent's return was fast and heavy, with strong topspin heading straight to his backhand.

He quickly adjusted his pace, pushed off the ground with his left foot, slid sideways, and the racket moved forward at the critical moment.

"Swish!" With a sharp backhand, the racket rubbed the ball at a nearly horizontal angle in an instant, and the ping-pong ball drew a low arc and passed through the net!

The opponent obviously did not expect Jianhua to be able to hit such a high-quality return in a passive situation, and he rushed to save the ball, but the ball fell rapidly after touching the table, and his racket face only touched the edge of the ball.

The ball bounced weakly back to the net. Jianhua had already stepped forward, flicked his wrist lightly, and made an exquisite short swing. The ball fell lightly along the net line and bounced twice on the opponent's table.

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