The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1320 Will Win

At this time, the opposing player suddenly realized that the rhythm of the game had been completely controlled by Jianhua, and if they continued to play like a frog in boiling water, they would surely lose.

He took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and the knuckles of his grip turned slightly white due to the force.

"Now!" he growled in his heart and suddenly changed his conservative style of play.

In the next three rounds, he used large-angle diagonal balls to mobilize Jianhua to run, and the friction between the rubber and the racket made a harsh "hissing" sound.

Jianhua obviously did not expect his opponent to suddenly change speed, and the quality of his return ball dropped significantly.

When the fourth round began, the opponent caught Jianhua's slightly higher return.

He took a half step back, his body gathering strength like a fully drawn bowstring, and at the moment the ping-pong ball reached the highest point, his entire body suddenly released the force like a spring.

The racket hit the ball at a nearly vertical angle, creating a burst of spin.

The ping-pong ball turned into a streak of white lightning and exploded into a tricky landing spot on the table. Jianhua hastily stretched out his racket but only hit the air.

The referee announced the score loudly: "5 to 2!" The opposing player clenched his fists and growled, and the stands immediately erupted in warm applause.

This explosive score not only changed the score, but also changed the atmosphere of the entire stadium.

After the opponent won this point, he was full of confidence. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and his eyes were shining with confidence.

When it was his turn to serve, he stood on the left side of the table, gently tossed the ping-pong ball up with his left hand, and slightly pulled the racket back with his right hand. The whole movement was smooth and rhythmic.

The moment the ping-pong ball reached its highest point, his wrist shook suddenly, and the racket rubbed against the ball at an extremely fast speed, making a crisp "click" sound.

The ping-pong ball drew a low arc with strong backspin and landed accurately near the net on Jianhua's half of the table.

Jianhua was well prepared. He stepped forward quickly and lightly lifted the racket, trying to swing the ball back to the opponent's table.

However, the opponent player had already predicted this move. He moved as fast as lightning and rushed to the front of the table. At the moment the ball bounced, he suddenly exerted force with his wrist and hit it violently with a backhand. The ping-pong ball flew like an arrow from a bow, heading straight for Jianhua's forehand corner!
Jianhua tried to turn sideways, but the ball was too fast, and his return ball barely touched the edge of the racket and bounced high. The opponent was merciless, seized the opportunity, jumped high, and hit a thunderous forehand smash.

"Bang!" The ping-pong ball hit Jianhua's table hard.

The opponent clenched his fist and roared, and the audience on the sidelines cheered. His serve round worked perfectly, and his two consecutive points of strong attack completely disrupted Jianhua's rhythm.

At this moment, his eyes became even sharper, as if he had already smelled the scent of victory.

But Jianhua would never give up at this time. He watched the ping-pong ball coming towards him with a determined look, then he used all his strength to try hard and succeeded.

The moment the ping-pong ball fell on the opponent's table and bounced on the opponent's table, the air in the venue seemed to freeze for a second.

The opponent's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body instinctively rushed forward to save the ball. The edge of the racket just barely brushed the ball, but only created a futile arc. The spinning ball hit the rubber surface heavily and then bounced towards the audience.

"Good shot!" The referee's decision broke the silence.

When Jianhua looked up, he saw that his opponent's knuckles were turning blue and white while he was holding the racket. The flashing lights in the stands were like fireflies on a summer night.

He also discovered that his opponent habitually turned his wrist before serving. Jianhua noticed that this subtle movement was 0.5 seconds faster than usual, just like the restless flapping of a dragonfly's wings before a rainstorm. When the thrown ping-pong ball rose to the highest point.

Jianhua's eyes were fixed on the spinning and falling ball like a hawk.

The unnatural tremor of the wrist leaves an afterimage in the air, which is a sign of excessive muscle tension.

"Cut at an angle!" This judgment passed through the synapses in 0.3 seconds.

He took a half step back with his right leg, and his rubber shoes rubbed against the plastic field, making a sharp whistle. The sound waves from the audience suddenly receded far away, and only the distorted trajectory of the trademark on the surface of the sphere was reflected on his retina.

The racket flew at a tricky 45-degree angle.

At the moment of contact, Jianhua still calmly hit the ball!
The opponent's breathing became heavy, like a trapped beast forced into a desperate situation.

He stared at Jianhua with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the rubber surface of the racket, as if looking for some kind of psychological support.

The coach on the sidelines stood up suddenly, then sat back down again, clenching and unclenching his fists.

The whispers in the audience surged like a tide, and then fell silent in an instant. Everyone held their breath, waiting for this life-and-death duel.

Jianhua exhaled lightly and tapped the handle of the racket twice with his fingertips, as if he was adjusting some subtle rhythm.

6:2
He bent down and stared at the ball in his hand, and then the moment the ball reached its highest point, his opponent's body subconsciously leaned forward, as if he had predicted where it would land.

But just as the ball was about to fall, Jianhua's wrist suddenly shook, and the racket lightly touched it at an almost imperceptible angle.

Jianhua gently stroked the ping-pong ball with his fingertips, and the grainy texture of the rubber shone with a delicate luster under the light.

He bent down and bounced the ball twice on the table. The crisp sound of the rubber and wooden table hitting each other was particularly clear in the suddenly quiet venue.

The opponent slightly bends his knees, draws a semicircle with the racket in front of him, and presses his left hand on the corner of the table.

The scoreboard on the referee's bench made a slight "click" sound as it flipped, and the red numbers on the electronic timer began to jump.

This ball is a counter-spin serve.

Jianhua's wrist suddenly pressed down as if it was broken, and the racket had a slight upward movement at the moment of touching the ball.

The ping-pong ball flew towards the opponent's table in a strange arc, and suddenly fell down when it was about to touch the table, as if it was pulled by an invisible string.

The opponent's racket made a friction sound when it touched the ball, and the return ball bounced high. Jianhua took a step forward, and his right shoulder led his whole body to tighten like a fully drawn bowstring. "Snap"

The ping-pong ball bounced onto Jianhua's table again!

Jianhua wiped the handle of the racket with the hem of his jersey, and the magnesium powder remaining on the surface of the rubber drew several white marks in the air.

The ping-pong ball hit the net with a strong side spin, and when it bounced off the opponent's table, it strangely turned in the opposite direction.

When the opponent hurriedly pulled back, the angle of the racket face deviated by five degrees, and the ball hit the net hard. The moment it bounced, Jianhua had already jumped up to intercept. His forearm muscles showed a clear tendon outline when he exerted force, and the ball struck the opponent like a white lightning.

Jianhua lowered his head and turned his racket. The shallow marks on the dark red rubber caused by the ball were as eye-catching as a crescent moon. He felt the slight heat generated by the friction between the soles of his shoes and the rubber, and the smell of rosin water in the air suddenly became clear. Then he saw Jianhua use the racket to hit a high toss before serving. At the moment of the shot, his entire center of gravity suddenly pressed forward, and when the ball fell to the same height as the net, the racket face cut out at an angle almost parallel to the table surface.

This seemingly ordinary running ball suddenly accelerated and fell after passing the net. The half-high ball that the opponent barely saved became a winning opportunity. Jianhua took three consecutive cross steps and turned sideways. His sneakers made a sharp "squeak" sound as they rubbed against the floor glue. His entire right arm drew a full arc from back to front, and his wrist had a hidden shaking movement at the moment of hitting the ball.

Jianhua heard the sound of blood vessels beating in his temples.

The ball brushed the net and bounced lightly on the opponent's table.
The opponent's pupils suddenly dilated and his body lunged forward.

His fingertips barely touched the ball, and he struck back again.

Jianhua stood on the left side of the table, sweat streaming down his temples, flickering in the spotlight.

He used the back of his hand to wipe away the sweat that was about to drip into his eyes. He held the ping-pong ball in his left hand, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

"Hold on, we must win this point." Jianhua said silently in his mind, with the tip of his tongue gently pressing against the roof of his mouth.

He could feel his heart beating faster than usual. It was not fatigue, but the instinctive mixture of excitement and tension that one gets when facing a strong enemy.

The opponent stood at the other end of the table, with his legs slightly apart, knees bent, and body leaning forward, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

He was wearing a dark blue sportswear with the country's flag printed on his chest, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, watching Jianhua's every move.

The home crowd cheered for him louder and louder, but he seemed completely immersed in his own world, deaf to the noise from the outside world.

Jianhua took a deep breath and threw the ball high into the air.

At the moment the ball reached its highest point, he flicked his wrist slightly and the racket brushed the bottom of the ball at a subtle angle.

The ping-pong ball drew a low arc and flew towards the opponent's backhand with a slight backspin.

"The quality of this serve is average." The opponent made a judgment in an instant, with a gleam in his eyes.

His footsteps moved as fast as a ghost, his left foot took a big step forward, and his body center of gravity quickly lowered. At the moment the ball just bounced, his wrist suddenly turned, and the racket swung rapidly from bottom to top at a nearly horizontal angle.

"Backhand quick tear!" The commentator's excited voice spread throughout the venue through the radio.

The moment the ping-pong ball touched the rubber, a crisp "pop" sound was heard, and the ball flew towards Jianhua's backhand at an astonishing speed.

This counterattack was as fast as lightning, and the ball's flight trajectory was almost a straight line, with a strong side spin. Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted, and he recognized this technical move as the opponent's signature stunt, which had caused top players to suffer in many major competitions.

Jianhua's body instinctively moved to the left, but he was half a beat slow to start.

He could clearly see the ball spinning in the air, and the subtle sound produced by the friction between the rubber particles and the air seemed to be right next to his ears.

His brain was rapidly calculating the ball's landing point and bounce angle, and his right hand was ready to pull back.

"It's still in time!" Jianhua gritted his teeth, pushed the ground hard with his right foot, and pounced out with his body almost parallel to the ground.

His racket barely reached the ball at the last moment, but the strong spin applied by his opponent caused the ball to bounce irregularly the moment it touched the rubber.

"Oh no!" Jianhua's heart sank.

He felt the touch from the racket was wrong and the trajectory of the ball was no longer controllable.

The ping-pong ball brushed the edge of the racket and flew out, drawing a weak arc, hitting the net heavily, and then fell weakly back onto his own table.

"Score! 6:3!" The referee's voice rang out along with the deafening cheers of the home crowd.

The opponent clenched his fists and let out a low growl, with a gleam of victory in his eyes.

He turned and looked at his coaching seat, nodded slightly, and then quickly returned to his position to prepare for the next ball.

The whole set of movements was smooth and flowing, without any unnecessary emotional expression, showing the professional qualities of a top athlete.

Jianhua stood there and looked down at the racket in his hand. There were still faint marks on the rubber from the hit just now.

He slowly exhaled and wiped the sweat off his face with a towel. The hustle and bustle in the stadium seemed to fade away, and the only sound in his ears was his own rapid breathing and heartbeat.

"The angle of that backhand quick shot is even more tricky than what we saw in the training video." Jianhua reviewed the lost points in his mind.

The opponent's wrist shakes very little at the moment of hitting the ball, and the action is almost completed by the explosive power of the forearm and the subtle adjustment of the fingers, which makes the rotation and speed of the ball reach the extreme.

The big screen began to replay the slow motion of the wonderful score just now.

In the picture, the opponent's body center of gravity transfer when receiving the serve is perfect, from pushing the ground with his right foot, to turning his waist and shoulders, and finally to the whip-like movement of his wrist, all in one go.

The initial speed of the ball when it leaves the racket reaches an astonishing 120 kilometers per hour, and it has a very strong topspin, which makes the ball fall extremely fast after passing the net and has a huge forward force after landing.

Jianhua looked up at the scoreboard and the score of 6:3 was particularly eye-catching.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, the pain making him more awake.

The game is far from over and he must adjust his condition as soon as possible.

"Jianhua, come on!" A familiar Chinese cheer suddenly rang out from the stands.
Hua turned around and saw several Chinese students. They were waving the national flag, with anticipation written all over their faces.

Jianhua nodded at them, his lips slightly raised, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was rekindled.

He bent down, placed his hands on his knees, took a few deep breaths, and cleared his mind of all distracting thoughts.

When he stood up again, his eyes had regained their former sharpness and focus.

No matter how fierce the opponent's counterattack is, the game must go on, and he will never give up easily.

At this moment, the opponent player suddenly hit the ping-pong ball over with a bang. If Jianhua had not reacted in time, he would have been killed instantly by the opponent!
When the opponent saw Jianhua hit the ball, he was obviously a little surprised. It was obviously a fatal ball he hit, but Jianhua hit it at this time, which made him realize that every next ball would be very difficult!

But it doesn’t matter, since he was able to win this goal, it also means that he will have more opportunities in the future!

The ping-pong ball hit the ball one after another, and every time, Jianhua was nervously hoping that the victory would belong to him. But the opposing player had the same mentality, thinking about catching up with Jianhua again!
But whether they can win or not, the light in their eyes is shining everywhere!
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