The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1336: Continue to work hard to take advantage
Lin Hui stood in front of the ping-pong table and adjusted his breathing slightly.

He raised his eyes and looked at the player opposite with a sharp gaze. He was a tall foreign athlete who was hunched over with his hands on the table, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Lin Hui's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a confident smile.

He lowered his head and affectionately kissed the racket in his hand that had accompanied him in battles for many years, as if he was talking to his closest comrade-in-arms.

The rubber of the racket still had a little moisture from sweat, and it was glistening slightly under the light.

Lin Hui encouraged himself in a voice that only he could hear, and said: I can do it.

Then he threw the ping-pong ball high up, and the small white ball drew a graceful arc under the bright lights of the gymnasium, like a small shooting star.

The opponent immediately tensed up and subconsciously took half a step back.

Just when the ping-pong ball fell to the best hitting point, Lin Hui's wrist shook like lightning.

The moment the racket touches the ball, there is a crisp "pop" sound, and the ping-pong ball seems to be given life, heading straight for the opponent's table with a strong spin.

When the ball bounced on the opponent's table, it strangely changed direction, catching the opponent off guard.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, and some people had already started applauding.

Lin Hui had already assumed a defensive stance again, his eyes burning with the desire for victory.

The opponent obviously did not expect the ball to spin so strongly. He swung his racket hastily and the ball hit the edge of the racket and flew out.

The referee announced loudly, 6:3. Lin Hui clenched his fists lightly, his eyes still focused.

The coach on the sidelines nodded slightly, while the opponent frowned and looked down at his racket, as if thinking about how to deal with Lin Hui's spin ball.

He took a deep breath, stood still again, his eyes became sharp, and it was obvious that he would not be easily defeated by the same trick again.

Lin Hui serves.

He flicked his wrist and the ball flew to the opponent's backhand at an extremely fast speed at a tricky angle.

The opponent player moved quickly, leaned forward slightly, and at the moment the ball bounced, he twisted his wrist and returned a beautiful side spin ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, brushing the net and flying towards Lin Hui's table.

Lin Hui reacted very quickly. He took a step forward and shot the ball with his backhand, and the ball shot back like a cannonball.

The opposing player was well prepared. He stepped back half a step, stretched his arms, and hit a fierce forehand loop ball with a strong topspin, which hit Lin Hui's corner of the table.

Lin Hui raised his eyes and glanced at his opponent's position. The opponent had obviously learned his lesson. At this moment, he was slightly lowering his center of gravity, with his feet spread out front and back, and his racket face slightly tilted forward, obviously guarding against his powerful spinning serve.

"Heh" an almost inaudible chuckle escaped from Lin Hui's nose.

He suddenly threw the ball high up, higher than the previous two times, and the ball seemed to stop for a moment when it reached the highest point.

At this split second, Lin Hui's racket cut towards the ping-pong ball at a strange angle, and the shaking of his wrist was so small that it was almost imperceptible.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the racket was as crisp as breaking glass.

The ball crossed the net with a strange and erratic trajectory, and when it bounced off the opponent's table, it did not rush forward as expected, but instead bounced back strangely.

The opponent instinctively rushed forward to save the ball, but the ping-pong ball bounced back onto the net like a naughty elf.

The audience exploded instantly, and some people stood up and applauded excitedly.

This kind of "bounce serve" is extremely rare in international competitions and requires players to have extreme control over rotation and strength.

The commentator's voice trembled with excitement: "Oh my God! Lin Hui actually used the legendary 'backstab' serve at the critical moment!"

The opponent's expression changed completely.

"My psychological defenses are starting to loosen," Lin Hui said to himself.

He turned his head to look at the coaching bench. The coach nodded imperceptibly and made a downward gesture with his right hand in front of his chest. This was the tactical signal they had agreed upon before the game: press on to the victory, but do it steadily.

The opponent stared at Lin Hui, his cheeks slightly bulging due to gritting his teeth.

He hit the ball with obviously more force than before, and there was a dull "bang" sound when the racket touched the ball. It was a long, sharp ball with a strong backspin, heading straight for Lin Hui's baseline!

Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly, and his body almost instinctively took a half step back.

The moment the ball hit the table, he shot out like a cheetah, and the racket hit the ping-pong ball at a nearly vertical angle.
His wrist jerked suddenly, and the racket hit the bottom of the ball at an extremely tricky angle.

The ping-pong ball flew over the net with a strong side spin, drew a strange arc on the opponent's table, and bounced almost along the sideline.

The opponent obviously didn't expect the ball to land in such a tricky spot. He barely took a step forward to save the ball, but the ball had already brushed the edge of the racket and almost flew out of bounds.

The commentator shouted excitedly: "Lin Hui's state is simply unstoppable! This serve receiving technique is textbook-level!"

The opponent's face turned completely gloomy. He clenched his racket tightly, lowered his head and took a deep breath, as if trying to calm down.

Lin Hui remained calm. He just shook his wrist lightly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was calculating something.

This time, he did not choose to toss the ball high, but suddenly tossed the ball low, and the racket shook violently the moment it touched the ball.

"Snapped!"

The ball went straight to the opponent's forehand at a wide angle at an extremely fast speed!

The opponent was obviously caught off guard by this change and hurriedly returned the ball, but the quality was extremely poor. Lin Hui seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and burst forward with a forehand!

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like lightning, and the opponent didn't even have time to react before the ball flew out of the court.

7:3
The opposing coach paced anxiously on the sidelines, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He suddenly raised his right hand, waved it vigorously, and shouted to the referee: "Timeout! We need a timeout!" There was undisguised anxiety in his voice.

Lin Hui walked slowly back to his rest area, his steps slightly heavy.

He took the white towel handed to him by his teammate and mechanically wiped the sweat that was sliding down his cheeks.

The towel was soon soaked, but he seemed unaware of it.

His eyes were always fixed on his opponent, sharp as a hawk.

Through the mist of sweat, he saw the opposing players gathered in a circle, and the coach was excitedly gesturing on the tactical board.

Lin Hui's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile. He knew that the crucial moment of the game was coming.

Lin Hui took a deep breath and casually draped the towel over his shoulders.

His teammates gathered around him, and the coach patted him on the back and whispered, "They will definitely change their tactics. Keep a close eye on him and don't let him have a chance to break through."

Lin Hui nodded, his eyes still fixed in the direction of his opponent.

He could feel his heartbeat gradually steadying and his sweat was no longer as heavy as before.

The audience on the sidelines began to get restless, and some people shouted his name, and the sound echoed in the stadium.

The referee's whistle sounded and the game was about to continue.

Lin Hui slowly stood up and stretched his stiff shoulders. He noticed that the other player's eyes had become unusually sharp, and it was obvious that the coach had given him special instructions.

"Come on." Lin Hui whispered to himself and walked towards the center of the court. His steps were firm and powerful, as if he was accumulating strength with every step.

As expected, the opponent took the initiative to come forward, and the moment their eyes met, invisible sparks seemed to burst out in the air.

Lin Hui bent his knees slightly and got ready to serve.

He knew that every second that followed could determine the outcome of the game.

The cheers from the audience gradually faded, and the only things left in his world were his opponent in front of him and the ball that was about to be hit.

The referee's whistle cut through the air and the game started again.

Just as the coach expected, the opponent launched a fierce attack right from the start.

He shook his body and made a fake move to break through to the left, but Lin Hui was prepared and did not move at all.

There was a flash of surprise in the opponent's eyes, and then he turned to the right, his sneakers making a harsh friction sound on the floor.

Lin Hui suddenly lowered his center of gravity and stretched out his right hand like lightning.

With a crisp "pop" sound, the ball was accurately hit by him.

The audience suddenly erupted in deafening cheers, but Lin Hui turned a deaf ear to them.

He took a quick step forward, grabbed the ball, turned around and rushed towards the opponent.

His movements were smooth and flowing, he jumped and shot, drawing a perfect arc.

At this moment, the entire stadium seemed to be silent, everyone held their breath, and followed the rotating sphere with their eyes.

"Swish!" The ball went into the net.

The fire of unwillingness to admit defeat ignited in the opponent's eyes.

He changed his stance, lowering his body even lower, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Lin Hui keenly sensed the change in the opponent's momentum, and this player was entering "desperate mode".

The opponent's racket quickly rotated twice in his palm.

This subtle movement made Lin Hui frown. It was a new playing posture. Sure enough, after the opponent threw the ball, his wrist cut towards the ping-pong ball at an angle never seen before.

"Snapped!"

The ball passed over the net with a strange sense of erratic movement, and it even swung like a snake the moment it touched the table!
Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted. This is the ball developed by European players in recent years!

At the critical moment, Lin Hui's body responded automatically thanks to the muscle memory formed through years of training.

He gave up the conventional way of receiving the ball and instead used the rare "fishing for the moon in the bottom of the sea" posture, picking up the ball with the racket almost touching the table.

The ping-pong ball narrowly missed the net and bounced lightly onto the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect the ball to be caught.

But Lin Hui's expression became more solemn.

He looked down at his slightly trembling wrist. The ball-saving posture just now put a lot of pressure on the joints.

More importantly, the opponent has begun to use his most powerful tricks.

On the sidelines, the coach quickly made a gesture: change the rhythm and disrupt the opponent's deployment.

Lin Hui suddenly changed the rhythm of the game.

He slowed down his playing speed and used long topspin balls to deal with his opponent.

The two men engaged in a tug-of-war that lasted more than 20 shots, with the ping-pong ball drawing beautiful arcs on the table. The audience held their breath, and every hit of the ball drew a low murmur of amazement.

Lin Hui seized a tiny mistake made by his opponent and suddenly changed the line to hit the ball in a curved arc. The ping-pong ball drew an exaggerated arc, bypassed the net post, and landed accurately in the corner of the opponent's table.

The opponent slammed the racket heavily on the table, making a loud "bang".

The referee immediately gave a warning. Lin Hui walked back to the serving position silently. He knew that the next game would enter the most brutal psychological warfare stage.

The crisp sound of the ping-pong ball hitting the table was particularly harsh in the suddenly quiet venue.

Lin Hui wiped the sweat off the racket handle with the corner of his clothes, and his fingertips trembled slightly when they touched the rubber surface. That was the muscle reaction caused by continuous high-intensity confrontation.

The opponent's breathing can be clearly heard across the table.

Lin Hui took three extra steps before serving, and this habitual action made the old fans in the stands suddenly sit up straight.

During the youth training, the coach said that when Lin Hui started to serve by counting his steps, it meant that he was going to use his original "shadow rhythm".

The moment the ball was thrown up, the ceiling light of the stadium left an afterimage on Lin Hui's retina.

His swing seemed to repeat the topspin he had just done, but at the moment of contact he changed into a very deceptive chopping serve. The ping-pong ball passed through the net with a strange side spin, and suddenly turned at a right angle when it bounced off the opponent's table.

Lin Hui saw the other coach frantically making tactical gestures, but his bloodshot eyes had lost focus. Sweat dripped down his chin onto the blue table, leaving a dark mark.

For the second ball, Lin Hui deliberately raised the arc.

When his opponent rushed to the front like a hungry tiger, he used a backhand "brake ball" to make the speeding ping-pong ball fall rapidly after passing the net.

The harsh sound produced by the friction between the racket and the rubber ball.

The opponent stumbled and missed the ball, which made a strange zigzag on the table and flew out along the corner.

The audience burst into exclamations, and Lin Hui heard his own heartbeat drowning out all the noise.

The opposing coach's tactical gesture froze in mid-air, and his bloodshot eyes finally darkened completely.

He leaned on the table and gasped for breath. Sweat formed small puddles on the blue table, reflecting the glaring lights from the ceiling.

Lin Hui wiped his chin with his sleeve.

The smell of rubber mixed with the unique smell of metal rust in the gymnasium penetrated his nostrils, and he suddenly remembered the snow three years ago.

The moment the referee announced the score, the opponent's racket slammed onto the table.

The rubber particles flew up, looking just like the rice residue splashed on the snow.

Lin Hui bent down and picked up the ping-pong ball that had rolled to his feet, and rubbed the slightly concave surface of the ball with his fingertips.

The opponent's breathing became heavier, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

When Lin Hui raised his eyes, he met his trembling pupils. The fighting spirit in them was gradually dissipating, like a candle flame blown by the wind.

Lin Hui turned and walked towards the baffle. The moment he unscrewed the mineral water bottle, the cold water flowed down his throat.

He suddenly remembered what his coach once said: "In the second half of the game, it depends on who forgets about winning or losing first."

The whistle sounded.

The opponent's movements were a bit stiff, and the ping-pong ball brushed the net and bounced in a hasty arc on the table. Lin Hui did not hesitate and rushed with a forehand.

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