The big devil in table tennis

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With a bang, the ping-pong ball in his hand hit Jianhua's table directly.

Seeing such a ball coming, he began to tell himself that he must stay calm, otherwise losing this point would be no joke.

Then, Jianhua took a deep breath and stared at the ping-pong ball spinning rapidly on the table.

The ball was moving very fast, with a strong side spin, and drew a strange arc on the wooden table.

His fingers tightened slightly around the racket, his knees bent, and his body lowered.

The noise from the audience seemed to suddenly fade away, leaving only the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the table.

"Don't be impatient," he said to himself, "Watch the rotation carefully."

Just as the ball bounced, Jianhua shook his wrist and the racket hit it at a clever angle.

The moment the rubber touched the ball, he felt the strong force of rotation, but he was prepared and resolved most of the rotation through subtle adjustments to the racket face.

The ball drew a beautiful arc, brushing the net and flying towards the opponent's table.

This return shot seems gentle, but it is actually deadly. It lands precisely near the opponent's backhand sideline, with a weak but tricky backspin.

The opponent obviously did not expect Jianhua to handle this strong spinning ball so perfectly, and could only barely pick the ball up in a hurry.

The opportunity has come! Jianhua's eyes flashed, and he took a step forward, seized the opportunity of the half-high ball, and smashed it with great force.

"Snapped!"

The ball hit the opponent's table like a meteor.

The spectators on the sidelines held their breath, and the entire arena was so quiet that the only sound left was the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the table.

The opponent gritted his teeth, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He would never give in easily.

Jianhua stood in front of the stage, gently tossed the ball in his hand, and felt the sweat on his palms.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and locked his opponent's position with his eyes like a hawk.

"We must get this ball!"

He shook his wrist and served a very short side spin ball. The ball fell rapidly as soon as it passed the net and landed along the net line.

The opponent reacted very quickly, took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and swung the ball back lightly.

Jianhua was well prepared. He decisively attacked sideways and made a quick backhand shot. The ball went straight to the opponent's backhand corner like lightning!
"Bang!" The opponent barely blocked it, but the return ball was high and slow.

A cold light flashed in Jianhua's eyes, and all the strength in his body burst out instantly. He hit a violent forehand loop, and the ball, with terrifying rotation and speed, hit the opponent's table like a cannonball!
With a bang, everyone thought Jianhua would win this goal, but they didn't expect that the opponent player would come back to life again at the critical moment.

Bang, bang, bang, one sound after another was heard.

Jianhua gripped the racket tightly, his knuckles turning white from exertion. He stared at the shaky figure opposite him, watching the other player's uniform soaked with sweat, still working so hard.

Then I saw the ping-pong ball hit the table with a bang.

This was a ball hit by the opposing player. It was really unexpected.

He pushed the ground hard to save the ball, and the edge of the racket just barely touched the spinning ball. The ping-pong ball bounced dangerously on the net twice, and finally landed on the opponent's table.

That was a close call!

A fleeting dream!
Then the ping-pong ball returned to its normal state.

The ping-pong ball drew sharp arcs on the table, and the crisp sounds of impact echoed in the gymnasium.

Jianhua's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and the sweat on his forehead sparkled under the light.

He exerted force on his wrist suddenly, and the ball flew across the net like lightning, heading straight into the opponent's blind corner.

The opponent was not willing to be outdone. He took a step sideways, and his racket drew a semicircle in the air, cutting the ball back at an extremely tricky angle.

The ball spun, leaving a strange trajectory on the table.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, and some people even held their breath.

Jianhua's body seemed to react instinctively. He lowered his center of gravity, bent his knees slightly, and at the critical moment, he made a backhand move.

The ping-pong ball flew over the net, landed on the edge of the opponent's table, and bounced lightly.

The white ping-pong ball flew back and forth on the blue table like a beating heart, pushing the confrontation to a more intense climax.

The match point battle in the deciding game made the air in the entire venue freeze.

The audience was silent, and everyone held their breath, staring at the small white ping-pong ball.

Jianhua took a deep breath, gently stroked the rubber of the racket with his fingertips, and his eyes were fixed on his opponent's position.

He tossed the ball, swung the racket, and served a high-speed sidespin serve straight to the opponent's backhand.

The opponent had anticipated this, took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and pulled the ball back with a stronger spin.

"Bang!" The ball hit Jianhua's forehand corner like a cannonball.

Jianhua's body was as fast as lightning. He slid sideways, swung his arm like a whip, and hit a violent loop ball straight into the opponent's corner of the table.

The opponent was forced to retreat and barely managed to get the ball back, but the return was a little high.

A cold light flashed in Jianhua's eyes, and all the strength in his body burst out instantly, with a thunderous forehand smash!

"Bang!" The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a meteor.

The opponent gritted his teeth and attacked hard, and the two of them instantly started to play fast near the table, with the ball moving so fast that the trajectory was almost invisible.

Suddenly, the opponent changed the ball's direction and the ball went straight into Jianhua's backhand corner!

Jianhua turned sideways to the limit and made a backhand "tyrant twist". The ball drew an exaggerated arc and passed the net.

"Tap!" The ball landed lightly on the opponent's table, but when it bounced it turned outward strangely.

The opponent tried hard to save the ball, but the racket missed it by a hair's breadth.

But Jianhua didn't give him a chance either.

Hit the ball in your hand onto the opponent's table again with a bang.

Jianhua's ball was so powerful that it hit the opponent's corner like thunder, making a crisp "bang" sound.

The opponent stumbled back and barely managed to block the ball, but it became a half-high ball.

Jianhua's eyes flashed, and he pushed the ground with his left foot, and the whole person flew into the air.

The racket drew a silver arc in the air and hit the white ball hard.

"Snapped!"

The ball shot straight to the opponent's table like a cannonball, leaving a white mark on the edge of the table.

"Good shot!" Deafening cheers broke out from the sidelines.

But the game was not over yet. Jianhua and the other player held their rackets tightly, their knuckles turning slightly white from exerting too much force, and the same unwillingness burned in their eyes.

Sweat slid down their temples, sparkling in the spotlight, but no one raised a hand to wipe it away.

The air in the audience seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath, watching the small white ball draw a lightning-like trajectory on the blue table.

"boom!"

Jianhua made a backhand rush, and the ping-pong ball exploded on the table with a crisp sound.

"boom!"

The opponent player was not willing to be outdone, and he almost flew into the air and responded with a fierce smash.

The sharp sound of the racket and rubber piercing the air, Jianhua saved the ball that was about to fall to the ground at the critical moment.

The athletes on both sides of the table were like two sharp swords drawn from their sheaths, and every movement was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air.

The audience sometimes collectively gasped, sometimes burst into thunderous applause, and some people stood up unconsciously, but were pulled back to their seats by the corners of their clothes.

The ping-pong ball went back and forth between the two players for dozens of rounds. The game of rotation and speed made the ball sometimes fall like a meteor, and sometimes flutter like a butterfly. The two coaches in the coaching booth had already clenched their fists, their palms full of sweat.

This duel has long surpassed a contest of technology and has become the ultimate test of will and endurance.

At this moment, Jianhua felt that his heartbeat was so loud that it almost drowned out all the sounds in the venue.

Sweat slid down his brow bone into his eyes, stinging them painfully, but he thought even blinking was a waste of time.

The opponent suddenly hit a strange slice, and the ping-pong ball seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand at the moment it passed the net, drawing an arc that violated the common sense of physics.

The moment the rubber touched the ball, his wrist shook subtly.

The small ball that attracted the whole audience's attention actually jumped twice lightly on the net, just like a tightrope walker deliberately shaking the balance bar, and then rolled slowly onto the opponent's table.

It was not until the third time the ball bounced off the ground that the opponent's racket slowly passed through the air, creating a few invisible ripples.

The two coaches jumped up from their seats at the same time, and then froze in place at the same time, like puppets with the pause button pressed.

The audience suddenly exploded with a sound somewhere between cheers and sobs.

Bang, bang, bang, the sound of ping-pong balls continued.

The two people kept looking at each other's ping-pong balls.

On both sides of the table, Jianhua and the opposing player's eyes were closely following the small white ball, as if the whole world was concentrated on this small battlefield.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the opponent's forehead, his wrist was trembling slightly, but he still held the racket tightly.

Jianhua's breathing was a little rapid, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, and he adjusted his position flexibly.

The ball bounced again, drawing a sharp arc.

The opponent player suddenly turned sideways and hit a backhand smash, and the ball flew over the net like lightning.

Jianhua's reaction was even faster. He lowered his center of gravity almost the moment the ball touched the table, and hit the ball back lightly with a slice.

At both ends of the table, two souls who love table tennis collided again. The crisp sound of hitting the ball echoed in the gymnasium, like a never-ending melody.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc on the table. This time, the opponent changed his strategy, flicked his wrist, and hit a beautiful side spin ball.

Jianhua's eyes focused and he quickly adjusted his pace, but the ball made a strange turn after touching the table and almost flew out.

Fortunately, Jianhua was not in a hurry. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and the racket in his hand seemed to be one with him.

He bent his knees slightly and leaned forward, each movement so precise as if it had been carefully calculated.

The ball drew a sharp arc in the air and headed straight for the opponent's blind spot.

There was an exclamation from the audience.

The opposing player stumbled back, beads of sweat on his forehead glistening in the light.

His breathing was rapid, but his eyes were still stubborn. He was unwilling to give in.

This goal is not just a point, it is also a contest of momentum and a breakthrough in psychological defenses.

Even Jianhua slowly realized that this was the moment.

He picked up the ping-pong ball with a bang.

The ball drew a sharp arc in the air, like a sword drawn from its sheath, piercing the opponent's corner.

The audience suddenly fell silent, and everyone held their breath.

The opponent's pupils shrank slightly, and the friction between the soles of his shoes and the rubber floor made a harsh "squeak" sound.

As he rushed forward, the second hand of his watch just passed the 12 mark, and the dial reflected a dazzling spot of light under the overhead light.

"It's too late!" the commentator shouted.

But the moment the silver ball hit the table and bounced up, the racket cut down at an odd angle.

When the rubber touches the ball, there is a slight "crunching" sound, like sandpaper polishing the air.

The ball just passed the net and fell rapidly onto the opponent's table, as if it was suddenly pressed down by an invisible hand.

Jianhua hit the ball cleanly and neatly. The ball flew across the table like lightning and landed steadily in the corner of the table before the opponent could recover from the thrilling counterattack in the previous ball.

The opponent hurriedly returned the ball, but it bounced high and flew directly out of bounds.

Deafening cheers instantly erupted from the sidelines. The commentator excitedly shouted, "Jianhua ended the game with a textbook fast break! He withstood the pressure, and when everyone thought the situation was about to turn around, he secured the victory in the most calm way!"

Jianhua clenched his fists and finally a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He walked to the other side of the table and shook hands with his opponent. The opponent smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I really didn't expect you to play the last ball like that." Jianhua patted his shoulder: "You played very well. Those counterattacks almost made me lose my composure."

In the stands, the coach excitedly hugged the assistant coach. "This kid," the coach wiped his eyes, "never disappoints at critical moments."

In the post-match interview, reporters asked Jianhua how he stayed calm in such a tense situation.

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "At that time, I thought that instead of being led by the opponent's rhythm, it is better to solve the problem in the way I am best at.

That’s how table tennis is. Sometimes thinking too much can lead to missed opportunities.”

Jianhua paused, looking into the distance with a determined look: "I have experienced many ups and downs this season, and every failure made me more aware of my shortcomings. Today's victory is not only a test of my skills, but also a breakthrough in my mentality."

The reporter asked: "I heard that you recently changed your playing style. How does this affect your game?"

"Yes," Jianhua nodded, "The coaches gave me some advantages in playing tennis. They made me understand that the gap between top players is often that 11% of psychological quality." As he spoke, he clenched the racket in his hand, "Like the key point at -all in the third game today, I might have been soft-handed in the past, but now I know how to keep myself steady."

There was a sudden cheer from the stands. It turned out that his teammates were cheering for him with a banner that read "Go Jianhua!" Jianhua waved to the stands, his eyes moist: "Table tennis is never a one-man battle. Next, I will continue to hone my new skills and strive to have a better performance in the year-end finals."

When walking out of the interview area, Jianhua stopped and said to the young fans on the sidelines: "Remember, always believe in your own rhythm." The sun shone on his team uniform. The once green boy has now become a strong player who can stand on his own.

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