The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1334 Winning the First Round
The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc above the table and flew towards the opponent's half with a slight spinning sound.

The opponent's eyes flashed, and he quickly determined where the ball would land. He flicked his wrist slightly, and the racket cut out at an unexpected angle, changing the trajectory of the ball at the last moment.

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball hit the corner of the table on Lin Hui's side heavily, making a crisp sound.

This tricky landing point caught Lin Hui off guard. His racket just barely brushed the ball, but he failed to hit it back successfully. The white ball bounced and flew straight out of the court, hopping a few times on the rubber floor before finally coming to a stop.

The numbers on the scoreboard jumped: 11:10.

As the competition entered a white-hot stage, the audience in the venue seemed to hold their breath.

The opposing player wiped the sweat from his forehead, rubbed the orange ball gently in his palm, and his eyes were fixed on Lin Hui's half like a hawk.

"boom!"

A sharp side-spin serve cut through the air, and the ping-pong ball bounced in a strange arc on the table.

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

There were only two points left, and the bright red numbers on the scoreboard stung his retinas, but at this moment he felt a strange calm.

"I can do it." He said to himself, tightening his grip on the racket.

The cheers from the audience became a distant background sound, and the world seemed to be left with only the dark green table and the ping-pong ball flying in the air.

Lin Hui bent his knees slightly, and the back of his jersey was left with dark marks from sweat.

He stared at every subtle movement of his opponent and suddenly remembered his sprained ankle during training three months ago, and remembered what his coach said: "At the critical moment, mentality is more important than technology."

The corners of his mouth lifted up unconsciously, and he felt the blood in his body boiling. Right now, right now, right now, he moved his steps as swiftly as a cheetah, and the racket drew a silver arc of light under the light.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp white light in the air, and the moment Lin Hui's racket touched the ball, there was a crisp "pop" sound.

With this backhand quick rip, the ball flew towards the blind corner of the opponent's table at an extremely fast speed!
The opponent obviously did not expect Lin Hui's counterattack to be so decisive. He took a step forward to save the ball in a hurry. His racket barely touched the edge of the ball, but the return ball was high and floating. The opportunity came!

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he moved sideways without hesitation, raised his right hand high, and transferred all the strength of his body from his legs to his waist and abdomen, and then gathered to his arms, and made a powerful smash!

"boom!"

The ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball and then bounced out of the table.

11: 11.

The opponent's expression became solemn. He took a deep breath, leaned over to hold the racket, and fixed his eyes on Lin Hui. The air seemed to freeze, and the only sounds in the entire arena were the sound of sneakers rubbing against the floor and the audience holding their breath.

The ball had a strong backspin and floated over the net, but fell rapidly the moment it hit the table.

Lin Hui did not hesitate at all. He took a step forward, flicked his wrist lightly, and the racket cut towards the ping-pong ball at a nearly perfect angle.

"Snapped!"

The table tennis hall was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the small white ball above the blue table.

Lin Hui felt that his heartbeat was so loud that it seemed that the entire stadium could hear it. He used the back of his hand to wipe away the sweat that was about to drip into his eyes, not daring to take his eyes off his opponent for a moment.

The opponent now takes a deep breath and bends down to get ready to receive the serve.

His legs were slightly apart, his knees were bent, his center of gravity was leaning forward, his right hand was tightly gripping the racket, and his left hand was placed loosely on the edge of the table. He was like a fully drawn bow, ready to shoot out at any time.

Lin Hui was tapping the ball gently with his racket, with an unconcealable excitement on his face.

His eyes were surprisingly bright and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, which was the expression of a hunter when he saw his prey.

"Success or failure depends on this one move." Lin Hui whispered to himself, his voice just loud enough for the opposing player to hear.

His voice was full of confidence, as if victory was already in his grasp.

The other player swallowed. He could feel his T-shirt was soaked and sticking to his back.

The air conditioning in the stadium seemed to be completely ineffective, or in other words, no external factors could distract his attention from the small ball at this moment.

Lin Hui threw the ball high up. He always threw the ball so high. At the moment the ball fell, his body stretched out like a spring. The moment the racket touched the ball, there was a crisp "bang" sound.

The ball shot through the net like a bullet, flying towards Zhou Ye's forehand with a strong topspin.

The opposing player instantly judged the rotation and landing point of the ball, moved his feet quickly, shifted his body's center of gravity, and met the ball with the racket at a subtle angle.

"Snap!" Lin Hui's return ball drew a beautiful arc, just crossing the net and landing near the net on the opponent's table.

It was a perfect short ball, forcing the opposing player to move forward quickly.

But the opponent seemed to have anticipated this. His steps were as light as a cat. He flicked his wrist the moment the ball bounced and returned an equally exquisite short swing.

The ball brushed past the net and landed on Lin Hui's table almost sticking to the net.

Lin Hui cried out "Not good" inwardly and instinctively lunged forward. He stretched his right hand to the limit and lightly picked the ball up when it was about to bounce a second time.

The ball barely cleared the net, but it was highly dangerous.

The opponent's eyes flashed, and he retreated half a step like a cheetah, then jumped up with all his strength, holding the racket high in his right hand.

"boom!"

A powerful smash! The ball hit Lin Hui's table like a cannonball, and then bounced towards Lin Hui's face at an almost horizontal angle.

Lin Hui subconsciously tilted his head, and the ball flew past his ear, bringing up a gust of wind.

There was warm applause and cheers from the audience.

The opposing player raised his fist and seemed to be shouting victory.

Then he moved calmly, as if he had already secured victory.

Lin Hui stood there, feeling a burning sensation in his ears. It was not only the physical sensation of the ball brushing against him, but also a sense of humiliation from being looked down upon.

But at this moment, the other player noticed some details.

The game continues.

The opposing player still looked confident, but Lin Hui could now see the cracks in that confidence. His breathing was faster than usual, and his eyes lingered for an extra second before hitting the ball, as if confirming the opposing player's position.

The ball was thrown high again.

"boom!"

This time, the ball served by the opponent had a strong side spin, and the ball drew a strange arc in the air.

Lin Hui was prepared. He quickly adjusted his position and cut the ball with his racket at a special angle.

"Snapped!"

The return ball was of extremely high quality and landed on the edge of the opponent's table.

The opponent player obviously didn't expect the ball to be returned. His return was hasty and weak, and the ball bounced high.

Lin Hui tensed all his muscles, seized this rare offensive opportunity, and delivered a powerful forehand smash.

"boom!"

The ball passed through the net like lightning and hit Lin Hui's table heavily.

There was another round of exclamations and applause from the audience.

The game continued. This time, the opponent's throw was lower than usual, and the movement was a little stiff. The ball flew over with an unstable rotation. Lin Hui caught it steadily and returned a high-quality long ball.

The two players started a multi-shot stalemate, with the ball flying back and forth on the table at a dizzying speed.

The opponent was obviously eager to end this point. His shots became stronger and stronger, and the angles became more and more tricky.

Lin Hui was like a wall, blocking every ball.

He could sense the other player's impatience, and that was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

In the seventh round, Lin Hui suddenly changed the line and the ball flew to the opponent's backhand.

The opponent player was prepared, took a cross step, and blocked the ball lightly with his backhand, and the ball passed the net at a very low height.

Lin Hui rushed to save the ball and barely managed to lift it up, but his return was high and slow.

The opponent player seized the opportunity and smashed the ball with a forehand.

"boom!"

The whole venue was boiling.

Lin Hui heard someone in the audience calling his name, his voice trembling with excitement. He didn't dare to relax, because the game was not over yet, and he would never give up easily.

Sure enough, the other player's expression became extremely serious.

As he walked back to his playing position, he tapped his forehead lightly with his racket, as if blaming himself.

Then he took a deep breath and his eyes became sharp again.

Both sides knew that the most difficult moment was about to come.

The opposing player can feel that every muscle is in top condition and every nerve is on high alert.

At this moment, Lin Hui's ball came over, his movements regained their former fluency and confidence, and the ball flew over with a strong spin.

The opponent player returned the ball cautiously, and the two players were once again involved in a multi-shot contest.

The ball flew back and forth across the table so fast that it was almost invisible.

Lin Hui was completely focused, every cell in his body was invested in this duel. He could feel his physical strength draining away, but his mind was extremely focused, as if he had entered a special state, everything around him disappeared, leaving only the ball, the opponent, and this decisive moment.

In the fifteenth round, Lin Hui suddenly hit a short ball.

The opposing player took a quick step forward and lightly flicked the ball at the moment it bounced. The ball hit the net, landed on the opponent's table, and bounced back.

Lin Hui reacted very quickly and saved the ball with a diving save before it hit the ground, but the return ball flew high.

The other player saw his chance and jumped up to prepare for the final blow.

Pause, Lin Hui requests a pause!
The opponent's racket swing stopped abruptly in mid-air.

He looked at the referee in confusion, then noticed that Lin Hui had walked towards the coach on the sidelines.

According to the rules, each side has one pause opportunity in each game, and Lin Hui obviously wants to take advantage of the breathing time allowed by this rule.

The opposing player slowly walked back to his seat and wiped his sweaty face with a towel.

He could hear the whispers in the audience and could feel countless eyes staring at him, but he tried his best to block out these distractions and focus on his breathing and heartbeat.

"He's scared." Lin Hui chose to pause at this time, indicating that his psychological defense had been shaken. This realization gave the opponent new strength.

The one-minute pause was over quickly.

The two players returned to the table.

The opposing player seemed much calmer, and his coach had obviously given him some key guidance.

The game continues.

The opponent serves. This time, his serve is varied and the ball comes with complicated spin.

Lin Hui responded cautiously, and the two were once again caught in a tug-of-war.

The ball flew back and forth on the table at a breathtaking speed.

Lin Hui felt his arms starting to ache, but he gritted his teeth and persisted. He knew that whoever relaxed first would lose the game.

In the ninth round, the opponent suddenly changed the line and the ball flew towards Lin Hui's forehand at a large angle.

Lin Hui tried his best to save the ball and barely managed to get it back to the opponent's table. The opponent seized the opportunity and made a backhand shot, and the ball flew to the opponent's backhand like lightning.

The opponent player almost instinctively blocked the ball with his backhand, and the ball hit the net and landed on the edge of Lin Hui's table.

Seeing this, Lin Hui immediately hit the ping-pong ball hard.

Lin Hui's return was so powerful that the ping-pong ball flew towards the opponent's table like a cannonball.

The opposing player obviously did not expect that Lin Hui could hit such a high-quality return in such a passive situation. In a hurry, he could only barely turn sideways, and his racket barely touched the bottom edge of the ball.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, bounced high and then passed the net again.

This time, the ball rubbed lightly on the net, changed direction, and fell almost vertically, jumping lightly on the table on Lin Hui's side.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted.

The ball came too suddenly. He had just completed the previous offensive action and his body was still leaning forward.

In a flash, he suddenly stepped back, with the racket in his right hand raised up at an extremely awkward angle.

"Shh!"

The edge of the racket touched the bottom of the ball, and the ping-pong ball flew high into the air with a strong spin.

The audience held their breath at the same time, following the small ball that drew a parabola in the air.

The opponent player had already retreated to the middle and far distance of the table, ready for a smash.

Just as the ball began to fall, the lights on the top of the stadium suddenly flickered.

This subtle change made everyone squint their eyes, including the opponent who was preparing to hit the ball.

Lin Hui seized this fleeting opportunity, rushed to the front of the table, and made a quick backhand drive before the ball touched the table for the second time!
"boom!"

The ping-pong ball flew past the net like an arrow, exploding a streak of white light on the opponent's table. The referee raised his right hand: "12:11! Lin Hui wins!"

The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

The other player looked at the ping-pong ball still trembling slightly on the table, smiled bitterly and shook his head. He lost this game with a sincere heart.

The coach on the sidelines stood up suddenly, clapped loudly, his face full of satisfaction.

He knew that Lin Hui won this battle not only with his skills, but also with his calmness and decisiveness at the critical moment.

In the audience, cheers rang out one after another and flash lights kept flashing, recording this wonderful moment.

Lin Hui walked towards the table and gently stroked the surface, as if he was recalling the thrilling shot just now.

"Lin Hui! Lin Hui!" Someone in the audience shouted his name, and soon the whole stadium was filled with cheers. He looked up at the stands and waved to the fans who supported him.

Then he turned and walked towards the rest area, towel on his shoulders, his steps firm and steady. Behind him, the big screen was still replaying the winning goal.

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