The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1333 The game continues
The ping-pong ball hit the net and exploded on the opponent's table, drawing a strange arc.

The opponent's player obviously didn't expect this return ball, and when he rushed to save the ball, his foot slipped and he almost fell to the ground. There was a burst of exclamations from the audience.

"Lin Hui! Lin Hui!" The cheers of Chinese fans came like a tide.

But the opponent also played well. At the moment when he lost his balance, he shook his wrist and managed to return the ball.

The ping-pong ball landed on the table on Lin Hui's side with a bang, and the angle of its bounce was extremely tricky.

Lin Hui took a look at the ball and hit the ping-pong ball over with a bang.

The racket and the ball collided again, making a dull "bang" sound.

He used 70% of his strength in this ball, and it flew towards the opponent's table with a strong side spin.

The opponent was obviously well prepared and hit the ball back with a quick backhand dribble.

Bang bang bang!
The ensuing attack was dizzyingly fast.

Lin Hui felt the pressure growing, but he told himself: "Hold on!"

He recited in his mind, his eyes fixed on his opponent's movements. When the opponent hit the ball again, Lin Hui suddenly changed the rhythm, made a fake move and gently rubbed it, the table tennis ball drew a beautiful parabola, just passed the net and lightly touched the opponent's table.

The opponent failed to save the ball, and the score became 9:6 the moment the ball hit the ground.
Lin Hui took a deep breath and stared at his opponent with sharp eyes.

He gently tossed the ball up with his left hand, and swung the racket with his right hand suddenly at the moment the ball fell, sending a sharp side spin ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a beautiful arc and headed straight for the opponent's table with a strong spin.

The opponent quickly adjusted his position and tried to use a backhand slice to resolve the serve.

However, the rotation of the ball was beyond his expectation. When returning the ball, the angle of the racket was slightly off, and the ping-pong ball bounced high and landed on Lin Hui's forehand position.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity, took a step forward, swung his arm like a whip, and hit a powerful forehand smash!

"Bang!" The ping-pong ball was like a flash of white lightning, hitting the opponent's table heavily and then bouncing away quickly.

As the ball was moving so fast, the opponent tried his best to save the ball.

"Good shot!" the coach on the sidelines couldn't help but shout out.

Lin Hui clenched his fists, a confident smile appeared on his lips. This perfect serve-and-attack tactic put him in a favorable position in the game.

At this moment, he felt that his condition was getting better.

He threw the ping-pong ball, making it draw an almost still silver line in the air.

The backspin ball hit the net and the opponent's return was slightly higher. Lin Hui seized the opportunity and rushed forward. The ball left a clear scratch on the white line on the table.

Bang, bang, bang, the crisp sound of table tennis echoed in the gymnasium, and the white ball drew sharp arcs on the blue table.

Lin Hui bent his waist slightly, sweat slid down his temples, flickering in the spotlight.

His eyes were fixed on the movements of the opposing player, and his feet were constantly adjusting their position.

"Ha!" With a low shout, Lin Hui suddenly turned sideways and used the racket to cut a backspin ball at a tricky angle.

The ping-pong ball flew past the edge of the net and fell rapidly on the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously did not expect this change, and he returned the ball hastily with a little more force, causing the ball to bounce high.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he pounced forward like a cheetah, with his right hand raised high. However, in this split second, the opponent player suddenly took a step forward, and when the ball was about to go out of bounds, he kicked it with his backhand, and the ping-pong ball actually brushed the sideline and landed in the corner of the table on Lin Hui's side.

"9:7!" the referee's voice rang out, and the audience burst into applause.

Lin Hui stood up, panting, and wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand.

Although he lost the point, a smile appeared on his lips. In the previous round of continuous attacks, he managed to catch up from a 3:8 disadvantage to 7:8. This tenacious counterattack rekindled his fighting spirit.

When he walked to the edge of the table to wipe his sweat, the coach reminded him loudly: "Pay attention to his backhand!" Lin Hui nodded, picked up the white towel placed next to the backboard and wiped his palms.

When his fingertips touched the table, he could feel the fine graininess of the plastic surface. This familiar touch gradually calmed him down.

Now it's your opponent's serve.

The opponent gently weighed the ping-pong ball in his palm twice, and suddenly looked up at Lin Hui's position.

Lin Hui was obviously guarding against his signature sidespin serve, and his position was clearly biased to the right.

There was a glimmer of cunning in the opponent's eyes. He deliberately made a big throw, but at the last moment he flicked his wrist slightly.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, seemingly flying towards the opponent's forehand position, but suddenly turned to the backhand sideline after passing the net.

Lin Hui was caught off guard and barely blocked the ball, but gave the opponent a great opportunity to attack.

The air in the entire stadium seemed to freeze, and everyone was waiting for the direction of this crucial ball.

Lin Hui's eyes were sharp. He seized this fleeting opportunity, pushed the ground hard with his right foot, and leaped up like a spring. The racket drew a silver arc in the air.

"Snapped!"

Lin Hui's smash hit the opponent's table like thunder. The ping-pong ball made a sharp whistle in the air and exploded in a white shadow almost brushing the sideline.

The opponent was caught off guard and instinctively took a step back, using his racket to hastily block the ball.

"boom!"

The ball hit the rubber hard and miraculously bounced back!

The ping-pong ball spun strongly, drew a strange arc, and flew towards Lin Hui's half of the court, brushing the net.

"Oh no!" Lin Hui's pupils shrank. He never expected that the opponent could save the ball under extreme conditions.

His body had been leaning forward due to the smash, and his center of gravity was unstable at this moment. He could only barely turn sideways and make a backhand shot.

The ball flew high, but its landing point was out of control.

The opponent seized the opportunity, took a step forward, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his arm swung out like a whip.

"boom!"

A fierce burst! The ping-pong ball hit Lin Hui's table like a cannonball. Before he could adjust his position, it had already hit the corner and flew out of the court.

“9:8” the referee’s voice sounded.

There was an uproar in the audience. Some people marveled at the opponent's tenacity, while others felt sorry for Lin Hui.

Lin Hui gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the racket. He didn't expect that the ball he was sure to win would be reversed by his opponent in a nearly miraculous way.

But the game was not over yet. He took a deep breath and his eyes became sharp again.

It's your opponent's turn to serve.

The opponent's rhythm was obviously disrupted by the previous ball. He was a little hesitant when serving, and the height of the ball was a few points lower than usual.

Lin Hui keenly captured this detail and leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

"Whoosh-"

The ping-pong ball flew towards him with a slight side spin. Lin Hui had anticipated it and took a step forward. With a slight flick of his wrist, the racket hit the ball at a nearly perfect angle.

"Shh!"

With a clever short swing, the ball flew over the net, bounced lightly on the opponent's table, and fell almost close to the net line. The opponent was caught off guard and rushed forward to save the ball, but because of his unstable center of gravity, his racket only barely touched the edge of the ball.

There was an uproar.

Every return of the opponent's player was made with a strong purpose, suppressing Lin Hui's attack while constantly looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Lin Hui gradually felt his breathing become short of breath, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks.

Every return from his opponent was like a precisely calculated trap, locking him firmly near the baseline and preventing him from performing his signature volley at the net.

The racket felt slightly hot in his palm. He stared into his opponent's calm eyes and suddenly realized that the other party was waiting for him to make a mistake.

It was another tricky deep ball from the baseline. Lin Hui was forced to step back and barely managed to pick up the ball.

The opponent changed his trajectory instantly, and the racket drew a sharp arc in the air. The small white ball tore through the air like a sharp arrow, and shot straight to the empty space on the opposite diagonal of the table with a sharp whistling sound.

"boom!"

A crisp sound exploded in the gymnasium, and the ping-pong ball left a blurry afterimage on the table.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly shrank, and his steps quickly crossed, and the friction between his sneakers and the floor made a harsh squeaking sound.

He tensed the muscles in his right arm, and blocked the tricky smash with his racket at the critical moment. He shook his wrist violently and brought back the white ball that was about to fly out of the table.

Sweat rolled down his temples, leaving dark marks on the back of his team jersey.

The opponent was already in position for the next round of attack, but Lin Hui clenched his teeth, bent his knees slightly, and readied all his muscles like springs, trying to withstand the opponent's wave after wave of fierce attacks.

The crisp sounds of rackets and ping-pong balls colliding echoed in the hall, like a metallic rainstorm.

Lin Hui's breathing became more and more rapid, his chest heaving violently, but his eyes became more and more fierce.

He stared at his opponent's movements, predicted where the ball would land, and moved his feet quickly, as if he was performing a passionate dance on the table.

Another changing of the ball!

The opponent shook his wrist, and the ball drew a strange arc in the air and went straight to Lin Hui's backhand blind spot.

Lin Hui's body suddenly sank, and he pushed the ground with his left leg, almost flying sideways, and his racket barely touched the ball at the maximum distance.

"Snapped!"

The ball flew past the net, hit the opponent's table lightly, and then fell rapidly.

The opponent was caught off guard and fought back hastily, but the ball bounced high.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he adjusted his center of gravity in an instant. He pulled his right arm back like a full bow, and gathered all his strength in his wrist.

"boom!!!"

With a slam dunk, the ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, and then bounced hard out of the court.

"Score! 11:8, Lin Hui wins!" The referee's voice resounded throughout the stadium.

The audience suddenly erupted in deafening cheers. Lin Hui let out a long sigh, with sweat dripping down his chin.

He clenched his fists and looked at his opponent who was also panting. Their eyes met, and neither of them gave in.

Lin Hui's serve was fast and sharp. The ping-pong ball flew across the net like a bullet, leaving a sharp white light on the opponent's table.

The opponent's pupils shrank and he subconsciously took a half step back, and the racket slashed out at an angle at the critical moment.

"Snapped!"

There is a crisp sound when the racket touches the ball.

The ping-pong ball bounced high with a strong backspin, drawing a strange parabola.

There was a low cry from the audience. The ball that was barely saved fell rapidly after passing the net and was about to hit the net.

Lin Hui had predicted this move. He rushed forward and swung his racket upward like a swordsman unsheathing his sword! The orange ball brushed the net and flew to the opponent's blind spot. The opponent tried his best to dive sideways but was still half an inch away.

Lin Hui clenched his fist and roared softly, the sweat on his forehead gleaming under the light.

He bent down to wipe the rubber of his racket, and caught a glimpse of the opponent player staring at the diagonal line of the table, which was where he had lost points consecutively.

The other player took a deep breath and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

He bent down and tapped the table lightly with his fingers, as if adjusting his own rhythm.

Lin Hui's ball came again, fast and fierce, heading straight for the opponent's backhand.

But this time, the other player did not panic.

His wrist shook violently, and the racket cut through at a strange angle, and the ping-pong ball flew back with a strong side spin.

Lin Hui was originally preparing to attack, but found that the trajectory of the ball suddenly turned, brushing the edge of the table and flying out of bounds!

11:9
The referee's voice rang out, and the audience on the sidelines exclaimed.

Lin Hui frowned. He didn't expect the opponent's return to be so tricky.

He calmed himself down and served again, this time choosing a short and light ball inside the table, trying to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

However, the opponent seemed to see through his intention. He took a step forward, flicked the racket lightly, and the ping-pong ball drew a beautiful arc and fell just past the net!

Beads of sweat appeared on Lin Hui's forehead, and he felt that the situation was turning around.

The opponent's eyes revealed confidence, his steps became more flexible, and he accurately found Lin Hui's weaknesses with every shot.

In the next few balls, the opponent became more and more courageous, continuously using high-speed loop balls and tricky short balls.

Although Lin Hui fought back hard, the opponent's condition had completely exploded, and each of his attacks was like a sharp sword piercing the vital points.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the audience was completely ignited, and the fans of the opposing players cheered loudly.

Lin Hui gripped his racket tightly and tried to adjust his breathing, but Wang Meng had already taken control of the rhythm of the game.

Finally, with a powerful forehand attack, the ping-pong ball hit the corner of the table like lightning, and Lin Hui barely returned the ball.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and sweat slid down his brow into the corners of his eyes.

He wiped his face hard, leaving dark water marks on his shorts with his palms.

The glaring score on the electronic scoreboard burned their retinas, and the overhead lights in the arena compressed the two people's shadows into trembling black spots on the table.

The other player suddenly laughed.

He bent down to tie his shoelaces as slowly as a slow-motion shot in a movie, but his left hand intentionally or unintentionally stroked the edge of the table, where there were seven fingernail scratches, left by him when Lin Hui scored consecutively.

The ping-pong ball left an afterimage between the fingers, and the grip of the racket suddenly changed the moment it was thrown up.

"Snapped"

The serve was like a thin blade, passing along the net at a speed that defied common sense.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank suddenly. This seemingly ordinary side-spin ball made a metallic clanging sound the moment it hit the table. He instinctively used his racket to block it, but was shocked when the rubber touched the ball.

The orange-yellow ball turned strangely at a right angle.

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