The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1332 Fighting with each other
Lin Hui flicked his wrist slightly, and the racket brushed past the falling ping-pong ball at an almost imperceptible angle.

The ball drew a strange arc in the air, seemingly flying towards the opponent's forehand position, but it suddenly fell after passing the net and quickly deviated towards the backhand corner.

The opponent's pupils shrank slightly and his body instinctively took a big step to the left.

His racket barely reached the ball at the last moment, but the return ball bounced high. Lin Hui had already predicted it, stepped forward, and swung his right arm like a whip.

"Snapped!"

A fierce smash hit the opponent's table, splashing fine dust at the white line.

"7:5!" The referee's voice resounded throughout the stadium.

The audience burst into thunderous applause. Several young players wearing national team training jackets stood up excitedly and imitated Lin Hui's smash.

The commentator in the broadcast booth raised his voice: "This is Lin Hui's signature 'serve' and 'smash'! Coach Zhang, look how perfectly this tactic is executed."

On the sidelines, the opposing coach hurriedly called for a timeout.

As Lin Hui walked towards the rest area, he caught a glimpse of his opponent wiping the handle of his racket with a towel, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His coach leaned over and whispered something quickly in his opponent's ear, occasionally drawing lines on the tactical board with a pen.

Sweat slid down Lin Hui's temple.

He took the energy drink handed to him by his teammate, and suddenly heard a clear child's voice from the stands: "Come on, Lin Hui!" He turned around and saw a little boy holding a handmade cheering sign with crooked drawings of a ping-pong ball and a rainbow on it.

The referee blew the whistle to continue the game.

When he returned to the court, Lin Hui found that his opponent's position had subtly changed. He no longer stayed at the baseline, but moved forward 30 centimeters.

This is a smart adjustment, as it shortens reaction time and prevents his backspin.

Lin Hui served the ball, turned it in his palm, and suddenly used his backhand to serve a seemingly ordinary sidespin ball.

The ball was not very fast, but its trajectory was erratic after it hit the table. The opponent obviously did not expect this change, and his wrist twisted unnaturally when he returned the ball.

Lin Hui's body center of gravity instantly leaned forward, and he made a fierce backhand rush at the highest point of the ball's bounce.

The ping-pong ball turned into a streak of white light and flew out of the table along the sideline. The opponent stumbled to save it, and surprisingly succeeded.

The opponent stumbled to save the ball, unexpectedly succeeding.

The ball flew over, brushing against the net, and landed at a very short distance, almost falling right in front of the net.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank, and the friction between the soles of his shoes and the rubber floor made a harsh sound.

He rushed towards the table like an arrow, and at the critical moment, he lifted the racket from under his crotch with his right hand.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, lightly touched the opponent's table, and then fell rapidly.

The opponent was still in the posture of saving the ball, watching the small ball with strong rotation suddenly change direction after touching the table and bounce in the opposite direction.

"Good shot!" Cheers broke out from the sidelines.

Lin Hui maintained the posture after hitting the ball, sweat dripping down his chin onto the blue table.

He saw the referee raise his right hand, and the moment the score board flipped, the opponent's racket fell to the ground with a clang.

The guy who always liked to show off his new racket before the game was now staring at his trembling right wrist. The unnatural twisting movement just now still left hidden dangers.

The racket only hit air.

"8:5!"

Under the flashing red numbers on the electronic scoreboard, Lin Hui saw his opponent pause as he bent over to tie his shoelaces. This opponent was stalling for time. He remembered his coach's advice last night: "In the final battle between top players, it's all about mentality."

What follows is like dancing on a knife's edge.

The opponent changed their tactics and deliberately dragged each ball into a stalemate.

Lin Hui's breathing gradually became steady, and sweat slid down his brow bones, forming tiny spots of light on his eyelashes.

The noise from the audience seemed to be blocked by a layer of frosted glass, and he could hear his own heartbeat echoing on his eardrums.

The opponent's racket tilted subtly at the moment of contact with the ball again, which was a trap with strong side spin. Lin Hui's wrist instinctively tightened, but suddenly released the force 0.3 seconds before swinging the racket, allowing the ball to lightly jump up along the net.

He saw the other person's pupils suddenly shrink, and the string that had been tense throughout the game finally cracked.

Across the table, every shot of the opponent was as precise as a machine. He pushed off the ground, turned his waist, and swung his arms. His movements were so clean and neat, like a diagram in a textbook.

The ping-pong ball exploded on the table with a crisp sound, bang! bang! bang!, the rhythm was as steady as a metronome.

Lin Hui's eyes were glued to the opponent's wrist. There was a subtle habit there. Before hitting a loop ball, his index finger would unconsciously tap the handle of the racket.

It's now!

When that tiny sign appeared again, Lin Hui rushed to the front of the table half a step ahead. The ball came whistling with strong topspin, but he suddenly changed the line, shook his wrist, tilted the racket and lightly knocked it.

despair.

The ping-pong ball brushed past the net, bounced lightly on the opponent's table, and then turned sideways strangely. The opponent's racket had already been swung, but Lin Hui could only watch the ball slip away from the edge of the racket.

8:6
The coach on the sidelines clenched his fists suddenly, and the audience burst into exclamations.

Lin Hui's breathing was obviously disordered. He looked down at his racket, as if he couldn't figure out how he lost the ball.

Lin Hui exhaled slowly and rubbed the handle of the racket with his fingertips.

He raised his head and his eyes became firm again.

The noise on the field seemed to fade away at this moment, and only the sound of my own steady heartbeat remained in my ears.

He whispered to himself not to panic, tightened his fingers, and gripped the racket again.

The opponent had already taken his stance, with a hint of contempt in his eyes as he caught up with Lin Hui.

Lin Hui bent his knees slightly and leaned forward, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

The referee's whistle sounded.

The ball came like lightning, Lin Hui misstepped, and the moment he swung the racket, the racket cut through the air, making a sharp "whoosh" sound.

"Snapped!"

The tennis ball flew back at a faster speed and hit the corner of the opponent's court, leaving a clear scratch.

The sidelines were silent for a second, and then there was an even louder cheer. The coach finally unclenched his fists, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Lin Hui did not celebrate, but just flicked his wrist gently, his eyes still focused. The game had just begun.

The winning ball came like a precision murder. When the opponent's sliced ​​ball flew in a strange arc, Lin Hui suddenly remembered the year when he played table tennis and his coach put a raw egg in his palm: "Control is not brute force, but making fragile things follow you voluntarily."

He flicked his wrist, and the ball bounced on the table as if by magic, floating over the net and almost landing successfully.

Lin Hui immediately threw the ball high up.

At the moment the ball fell, he suddenly changed to his forehand and hit the ball at high speed, and the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's baseline like a bullet.

The opponent returned the ball hastily, and Lin Hui immediately hit a spin loop, and the ball exploded with a white light on the opponent's table.

The other player took his time.

At this moment, the audience stood up. Lin Hui could hear his heartbeat beating like a drum. He wiped the sweat from his eyelashes and found that the back of his jersey was completely stuck to his skin.

The opponent made a desperate attack.

The ping-pong ball flew back and forth on the table. After seven consecutive rounds, Lin Hui suddenly changed the line and hit the ball at a large angle to the opponent's forehand space.

The opponent dived to save the ball, which almost hit the net and fell into the net.

There was a sudden cry of surprise in the stadium.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted, and his right wrist completed the transition from backswing to forward rush in one thousandth of a second.

The small silver ball was like a bullet fired from a gun, hitting the opponent's table with a sharp sound of breaking through the air. It was the three-centimeter square blind spot in the opponent's backhand position, a weak link that the coaching staff discovered after studying hundreds of videos.

The other player's reaction was astonishingly fast.

He took a half step back with his left foot, and the racket cut down at an odd angle, and at the moment when the ping-pong ball was about to brush the corner of the table, he scooped up the ball.

There was a sudden wave of sighs from the audience, which then turned into even louder cheers.

The return ball drew an exaggerated arc, as if it was controlled by an invisible hand.

At this moment, sweat was sliding down Lin Hui's brow.

He clearly saw his opponent's wrist trembling slightly. When this man known for his "iron defense" received the smash at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour, his racket face had a deviation of 0.5 degrees.

Lin Hui's muscle memory reacted before his consciousness, his body leaned forward like a cheetah, and his racket turned into a silver lightning.

Two beads of sweat dripped from the chins of the two contestants at the same time, reflecting crystal-like light under the spotlight.

The ping-pong ball exploded on the rubber surface with a crisp sound, as if the slow-motion button was pressed, and it spun and tore through the air.

The ball drew a strange arc on the table and bounced towards Sato's backhand corner with a strong side spin.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body almost instinctively took a step to the left, with the racket cutting out diagonally at the last moment.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the rubber was crisp and short, but the trajectory of the returning ball was unexpectedly erratic.

Lin Hui's nerves tensed up instantly, his eyes fixed on the fast-spinning ball, predicting where it would land.

However, just as he was about to attack sideways, the ball strangely changed direction the moment it touched the table, as if it was pulled by an invisible force and bounced to the outside!

Almost got there!

When the audience saw this ball, some cheered, some sighed, and Lin Hui's breathing paused slightly.

Lin Hui was confident of winning this point, but the opponent's tenacity and a little bit of luck made it difficult for him to move forward!
He took a deep breath and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but his eyes became sharper.

The corners of Lin Hui's mouth lifted slightly, but there was no slackness in his eyes.

He knew that Lin Hui would not be shaken by the difficulty of this goal, and the real competition had just begun.

The air in the stadium seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of sneakers rubbing against the floor and the suppressed breathing of the audience.

At the same time, the ping-pong ball drew a dazzling silver light under the spotlight. Lin Hui's ball, with a strong backspin, went straight to the opponent's forehand triangle.

The opponent's sneakers made a harsh friction sound on the floor. He predicted the landing point, but his face suddenly changed the moment the ball touched the table. This seemingly ordinary serve actually produced a strange secondary acceleration after touching the table!
"This is Lin Hui's latest ball!" The commentator's voice broke with excitement. "After the ball hits the table, the axis of rotation will shift by 0.3 seconds!"

The opponent's racket changed from a chop to a lob at the critical moment, and he barely saved the ball.

But the arc of the return ball was obviously too high. Lin Hui's eyes lit up and he leaned back like a fully drawn bowstring to gather strength.

Hundreds of people in the audience stood up at the same time, and everyone had a premonition that they were about to witness a textbook smash.

"boom!"

The sound of the rackets hitting each other was like thunder, and the ping-pong ball turned into a beam of white light and shot directly onto the opponent's table.

Just when the opponent player closed his eyes in despair, the ball hit the net heavily!

"Net hit!" The referee raised his hand to signal a re-serve, but the linesman suddenly made a controversial gesture. Slow-motion replay showed that the smash ball strangely changed its direction of rotation after hitting the net, leaving a clear arc-shaped scratch on the opponent's table.

The Hawkeye system on the big screen at the scene started three-dimensional restoration, and the entire stadium was silent.

Lin Hui suddenly found that his right hand was shaking uncontrollably. It was not because he was nervous, but the muscle memory brought by the smash was still beating at his nerve endings.

The new ball that was handed to him felt cold to the touch, and Lin Hui wiped the sweat from his palms at the crotch of his pants.

He suddenly remembered what Coach Lu said to him at a mountaintop 3800 meters above sea level during special training on the Qinghai Plateau a few months ago: "In a true duel between masters, the final contest is not about technique, but about who can hear the sound of their own bones breaking first."

Soon Lin Hui threw the ball high up. In the 0.8 seconds when the ball fell, he seemed to see the sweat flying from countless days and nights of training, reflecting a colorful halo in the sunlight.

The moment the racket touched the ping-pong ball, Lin Hui's wrist suddenly shook in an unnatural way.

This hidden move, named by the International Table Tennis Federation, causes the ball to produce an S-shaped trajectory during flight that goes against common sense of physics.

The opponent's pupils contracted violently, and his body instinctively moved to the right, but he had to watch helplessly as the silver light drew a strange zigzag line in mid-air!

This technology, which has not yet been officially named by the International Table Tennis Federation, is now demonstrating its terrifying power in front of millions of viewers. The difference in rotation speed in different areas of the ball's surface has reached an astonishing 300 revolutions per second!
The opponent's racket barely touched the ball at the last millimeter.

But the Magnus effect brought about by the ultra-high rotation speed makes the return ball rush straight to the ceiling as if it were attracted by a magnet.

Lin Hui's muscle memory activated before his consciousness. His left leg left deep scratches on the ground, and he flew up almost parallel to the ground to save the ball.

"boom!"

The moment the racket touched the ball, Lin Hui heard the crisp sound of his shoulder blades. But he still completed this almost impossible return, and the ball hit the net and exploded on the opponent's table, but the opponent almost had an accident when he tried to save the ball.

But he still managed to hit the ping-pong ball onto Lin Hui's table with a bang.

Seeing this, Lin Hui reacted immediately and the ping-pong ball hit over with his racket.

Make a banging sound.

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