The big devil in table tennis

When the ping-pong ball hit the Jianhua table with a loud bang, the white ball bounced in a sharp arc on the rubber surface.

Jianhua swung the racket hastily, but when he raised his elbow, he slipped on the wet water on the sole of his shoe and stumbled.

His racket drew a messy curve in the air, and he watched helplessly as the spinning ping-pong ball brushed past the edge of the racket and hit the bottom of the baffle with a "bang".

The sound of the scoreboard turning to 10:8 was particularly crisp, and the referee raised his hand to signal that the other team had scored.

The overhead lights in the arena shattered into spots of light between his sweaty bangs. Jianhua wiped his chin with his wrist guard and heard sighs coming from the audience.

The opponent turned his wrist across the table, tapping his index finger on the racket covered in magnesium powder, waiting for the opportunity to serve.

The red light of the electronic scorer flickered in silence. The referee in blue sportswear suddenly coughed, and the other player immediately threw the ball in his palm.

The ping-pong ball turned into a blurry silver dot under the spotlight. As it fell, the racket cut a strange side spin on it, as if it was pulled by an invisible silk thread, and it made a slight "hiss" sound as it passed the net.

The game entered a white-hot stage. After losing this point, Jianhua faced the opponent's strange serve. This point might determine the direction of the entire game.

The opponent served a side-spin ball that hit the net and was re-served. Jianhua had to quickly determine the direction of the spin and react, demonstrating the adaptability of a professional athlete.

Jianhua recalled his coach's instructions, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and engaged in a psychological battle with his opponent.

Facing the opponent's tricky serve, Jianhua completed an incredible save while almost losing his balance, making the impossible return possible.

Switching from passive defense to active offense, Jianhua took advantage of the opponent's positioning loopholes and hit a beautiful through ball, turning the situation on the court around.

The moment the ping-pong ball hit the net, Jianhua's eyelids jumped.

The small ball, which was spinning irregularly, paused slightly on the net and changed its trajectory strangely as if it were under a spell.

"Net-hit, serve again." The referee announced mechanically.

There was a good-natured laugh from the audience, and his opponent shrugged and pulled another ball from his pocket.

Jianhua took the opportunity to wipe the sweat from his palms with the hem of his jersey. The score of 10:8 flashed scarlet on the electronic screen. If he lost this point again, the opponent would get the match point.

"Keep your breathing steady and judge your rotation." The coach's pre-match instructions echoed in my ears.

Jianhua did a squat and rubbed the soles of his shoes on the floor to make sure he wouldn't slip.

He noticed that the magnesium powder on his opponent's index finger glowed coldly under the light, which was a sign that he was preparing to hit a powerful spin ball.

The second toss was higher than the previous one.

The ping-pong ball drew a silver line under the spotlight, and the opponent's racket cut through the sphere at a weird angle.

This time the ball did not touch the net. Instead, it had a strong sideways spin and went straight to Jianhua's backhand triangle area as if it was being dragged by an invisible hand.

"It's reverse rotation!" Jianhua made the judgment within a few tenths of a second.

His knees were almost touching the ground and the racket was thrust out at an unconventional angle.

The moment the rubber touched the ball, he shook his wrist lightly, eliminating most of the rotation.

The ball drew a dangerous arc and just passed the net, then lightly touched the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this return and could only lightly hit the ball in a hurry.

Jianhua had already stood up, seized this fleeting opportunity, and rushed straight into the opponent's open space.

The opponent player reacted extremely quickly. At the moment when his body almost lost balance, his wrist shook suddenly and the racket hit the ball at the extreme distance!
The white ping-pong ball drew a strange zigzag line and bounced along the edge of the table!

Jianhua's pupils shrank. This was a fatal edge ball!
Amid the exclamations of the entire audience, he dove sideways like a cheetah, and at the last moment, his racket narrowly caught the ball that was about to fall to the ground.

"go back!"

With his low shout, the ping-pong ball flew over the net with a strong spin and made a strange right angle on the opponent's table!

The opponent gritted his teeth and sprinted forward, but his feet slipped the moment he took a step. The sweat that splashed when he saved the ball just now became the most deadly trap at this moment!
"Snapped!"

The racket missed the ball and hit the ground heavily.

The scoreboard turned to 11:9 and the venue erupted in deafening cheers.

Jianhua felt that the sweat on his back had soaked through his jersey.

When he bent down to pick up the ball, he found a faint mark on the floor mat left by his knee when he saved the ball.

The opponent was wiping the handle of the racket with a towel, but his eyes kept glancing towards his backhand, which was an obvious psychological tactic.

It's Jianhua's turn to serve.

He tapped the ball lightly on the table three times, which was his habitual rhythm.

At the moment of throwing the ball, he noticed that his opponent's body leaned forward slightly, which was a sign of preparing to attack.

Jianhua changed his plan temporarily. The counterspin ball he was going to serve turned into a seemingly ordinary backspin ball, but a hidden sidespin was added the moment it touched the ball.

The ping-pong ball shot out like a bullet and fell rapidly on the opponent's table.

The opponent was prepared and pulled the ball sideways, and the ball came back at a faster speed!

Jianhua did not retreat but advanced, meeting the incoming ball with a backhand blast, and the ball went straight to the opponent's forehand corner like lightning!
The opponent's footsteps were extremely fast. He took one step forward and made a forehand counter-attack.

"Snapped!"

The two forces collided violently in the air, and the ball was stuck above the net for a moment, and finally...

The opponent player helped me again at the critical moment

The white ball tore a spiral trajectory in the air and made a crisp "click" sound when it fell on the stage.

The opponent suddenly changed his grip and hit a backhand shot against the net. The friction sound of the rubber was like a venomous snake spitting out its venom.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly shrank, but his body moved faster than his thinking, and his racket intercepted the ball that was about to bounce twice, thirty centimeters from the ground.

“Shh!”

A huge diagonal shot across the entire court, leaving an afterimage in the air.

When his opponent dived to save the ball, Jianhua saw that the edge of his wrist guard had been worn out. The moment the racket touched the ball, time seemed to be stretched into sugar threads.

"when!"

The trajectory of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the racket suddenly twisted. It was a deliberate net ball! Jianhua's right leg muscles burst into tearing pain as he pushed off the ground, and he slid out almost parallel to the ground.

The ball's rotation vibrated at his fingertips, and he suddenly bent his wrist 0.1 degrees, and the ball hit the ground seconds before it hit the ground.

"boom!"

A back-looking moon shot across the entire table, the ball hit the opponent's end line and bounced high.

The other player was unwilling to give up and immediately made a save, but he unexpectedly succeeded!
He once again successfully hit the ping-pong ball that was about to fall to the ground onto the table. This was an extremely difficult challenge for him, but at this moment he did it!
Similarly, when Jianhua saw the ping-pong ball, he was stunned for a moment, and was half a beat late. Jianhua's body suddenly started, but it was already half a beat late.

His center of gravity had just leaned forward, but the ball had already flown to a position where he couldn't exert force perfectly.

In a hurry, he could only barely hit the ball with his backhand. The arc of the ball was high and floating, like a shaky kite.

There was a flash of cold light in the opponent's eyes, and he attacked sideways without hesitation, making a violent forehand rush!
"boom!"

The ping-pong ball hit Jianhua's forehand corner like a cannonball, so fast that it almost left an afterimage!

Jianhua gritted his teeth and moved sideways, but the unstable center of gravity when he saved the ball just now caused his feet to slow down slightly.

"despair!"

The ball brushed the edge of his racket and hit the backboard behind him heavily.

11:10
The noise in the venue froze in an instant, and the air seemed to be sucked out.

Jianhua stood there, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping down his chin. He stared at the rolling ping-pong ball, the only sound in his ears being his own heavy breathing.

The opponent's raised arms cast a long shadow in the spotlight, shrouding Jianhua.

The cheers from the stands seemed to come through frosted glass, becoming blurry and distant. Jianhua bent down to pick up the ping-pong ball that had rolled to his feet, and his fingertips touched the tiny dents on the surface of the ball, which were the marks left by the last violent charge.

The electronic scorer was shut off at the referee's table. When Jianhua looked up, he saw his opponent taking off his glasses and wiping them. The reflection of the lens revealed his red eyes.

At this moment, the opponent requested a timeout and walked towards the coach on the sidelines with a terribly gloomy face.

During the 60-second pause, Jianhua applied an ice towel to the back of his neck.

The coach came over and said something quickly, but he only remembered the sentence "Watch out for his forehand corner." A child in the stands shouted his name loudly, his voice as crisp as a fresh lemon.

When I came on the court again, my opponent's eyes had changed.

Before serving, he bounced the ball on the floor repeatedly seven times, his lucky number.

When throwing the ball, Jianhua noticed that the height of his throw was at least ten centimeters lower than usual, which was a dangerous signal.

The ball went straight to Jianhua's forehand with a deadly spin.

The moment the ball touched the table, it strangely turned to the right.

Jianhua's body had already tilted to the left. At the critical moment, he twisted his waist and hips forcefully, and his racket reached the ball at the maximum distance.

The return ball was high and floating, like a gift to the opponent.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the opponent's eyes, and he jumped high to prepare for a smash.

Jianhua knew it was too late to return to his position, so he instinctively switched the racket to his left hand, a skill he had practiced frequently.

When the opponent's smash came like a cannonball, he subconsciously blocked it with his left hand.

A miracle happened.

After hitting the edge of the racket, the ball bounced at a right angle toward the opponent's table, hesitated on the net for a moment, and then rolled gently over.

The opponent stared at the irregular bounce in a daze, magnesium powder falling from his stiff fingers.

Jianhua himself was stunned, his left hand still maintaining the posture of blocking the ball.

The audience erupted in thunderous cheers, and someone even knocked over a drink cup, with orange liquid flowing down the steps of the stands.

But at this time, the opponent player was quick-witted and hit the ball back again!

Jianhua looked at the ping-pong ball that passed the net and his body leaned forward instinctively.

The ball had a strong side spin, drawing a strange arc on the table, almost rushing out of the table. He clenched his teeth, shook his wrist, and cut the ball diagonally, picking up the ball at the critical moment.

"Snapped!"

The ball flew high and passed over the net, but because of the excessive force, it flew directly to the opponent's backcourt. The opponent was prepared, took two steps back, and made a fierce smash.

"boom!"

Jianhua tried hard to save the ball, but the ball was too fast and his racket only touched the edge of the ball, and the ping-pong ball bounced out.

But unexpectedly, the ping-pong ball fell on the opponent's table again, and the game continued!
He took a deep breath, hit the ball high, flicked his wrist lightly, and served a very short side spin. The ball almost touched the net and bounced lightly on the opponent's table. The opponent obviously didn't expect this move, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick the ball, but the return ball was too high.

Jianhua did not hesitate and hit a forehand shot, and the ball hit the opponent's table like lightning.

The opponent barely blocked it back, but the ball was out of control. Jianhua seized the opportunity and made another quick backhand shot.

"Snapped!"

The audience exclaimed. The opponent frowned, obviously not expecting Jianhua to fight back in such a desperate situation.

In the next ball, the opponent was obviously more cautious and sent a long and fast ball, trying to disrupt Jianhua's rhythm.

But Jianhua was well prepared. He turned sideways and hit a beautiful loop ball with strong topspin, which went straight to the opponent's backhand.

The opponent was forced to retreat and barely returned the ball. Jianhua seized the opportunity and hit a forehand quick drive, with the ball hitting the opponent's corner like a sharp arrow.

The suspense of the game increased sharply, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became tense.

The opponent's breathing became noticeably faster. He wiped the sweat off his face, and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

When it was his opponent's turn to play, he adjusted his stance, obviously thinking about how to score the winning goal.

He threw the ball up and served a short backspin ball with great rotation. Jianhua carefully returned the ball with a short stroke, and the two entered into a delicate battle for control on the table.

Suddenly, the opponent shook his wrist and changed direction to attack Jianhua's forehand corner!
Jianhua reacted extremely quickly, took a step forward to save the ball, and barely blocked it back, but his opponent had already anticipated it and made a direct rush.

"boom!"

Jianhua only felt a flash before his eyes, and the ping-pong ball passed by his ear like a flash of white lightning.

He subconsciously dodged to the side, but heard a dull "bang" from the table, and his opponent's violent rush actually hit the ball straight at him.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, and just after it passed the net, it fell rapidly, as if being pulled down by an invisible hand. The opponent stepped forward hastily, and just as the racket touched the ball, he felt a strong rotation that "sucked" the ball directly onto the net!

But it fell on Jianhua's table again, and the ball was successfully picked up by the opposing player for nothing.

11 is better than 11
The two of them were actually tied at this time. When Jianhua saw this score, his brows frowned. He never thought that he was leading the opponent by several points before, but now it was tied. If it continues like this, the consequences will be disastrous. He must use the last ball!

Similarly, the opposing player's eyes shone with determination at this time, because he could also feel that in the end, having the ball was extremely important to him. If he won this ball, the score would be rewritten and he would successfully advance. If he lost, you can imagine how terrible the consequences would be!
And how should he face his teammates in the national team when he returns? When he thought of this, his eyes became very determined!

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