The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1337: Chasing

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc on the table, followed by a crisp "pop" sound.

There was a sudden commotion in the venue, with exclamations coming from the audience one after another.

Lin Hui's grip on the racket tightened slightly. He subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead and locked his eyes on the opponent who suddenly exploded.

Just three minutes ago, the opposing player was at a clear disadvantage.

But at this moment, that person seemed like a different person, and every swing of his racket was carried with the force of thunder.

Lin Hui clearly saw the flames in his opponent's eyes, a desire to survive after being forced into a desperate situation. His opponent's breathing became heavier, but his movements became more precise, and every return ball landed in the most tricky position on the corner of the table as if it had been carefully calculated.

"Come on! Lin Hui!" The coach's voice on the sidelines cut through the noisy crowd.

Lin Hui took a deep breath and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the rubber surface of the racket.

He could feel his heart beating faster, but it was not because of panic, but because of long-lost excitement.

The opposing player was wiping his racket with the hem of his jersey, and his slightly trembling fingers revealed that he was also nervous.

When the seventh ball was served, Lin Hui keenly noticed that the opponent adjusted his position.

Sure enough, an unexpected sidespin ball went straight to his backhand.

Lin Hui moved sideways and saved the ball at the critical moment. The ping-pong ball bounced dangerously on the net and finally fell to the opponent's table.

When the score showed 7:4, Lin Hui calmed himself down, stood back in front of the table, tapped the racket lightly with his fingertips, and adjusted his breathing rhythm.

The noise in the stadium seemed to fade away, and the only sound in his ears was his own strong heartbeat.

The opponent's eyes became sharper. He slightly hunched his back, like a cheetah ready to pounce, waiting for Lin Hui's serve.

Lin Hui flicked his wrist, and the ball brushed the net low, flying towards the opponent's backhand with a strong backspin.

The opponent reacted very quickly, he turned sideways and cut the ball diagonally, and the ball bounced back at a faster speed and went straight to Lin Hui's forehand corner.

Lin Hui was well prepared. He took a step forward and swung his arm like a whip. The ball shot straight to the opponent's table like a white light. The opponent was forced to retreat and barely blocked the ball back, but the ball was high and slow. Lin Hui seized the opportunity and dunked it.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table hard, making a crisp "bang" sound. The white ball bounced away like a bullet, leaving a blurry afterimage on the rubber floor.

8: 4.

The numbers on the electronic scoreboard jumped.

There was warm applause from the sidelines, and someone in the audience shouted "Come on Lin Hui!", and the sound echoed in the stadium.

But Lin Hui did not relax. He wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand, and his fingertips could feel his violently beating heart.

The jersey was already soaked with sweat and stuck to my back.

The referee was wiping the table, and Lin Hui took the opportunity to glance at his opponent.

The opposing player was lowering his head to adjust the rubber of his racket. No emotion could be seen in his eyes behind his lenses, but his slightly white knuckles revealed his nervousness.

This detail made Lin Hui's heart tighten. He knew that the counterattack of this opponent, who was known for his resilience, would not end so easily.

Sure enough, at the start of the next ball, the opponent completely changed their tactics.

He no longer relied on speed, but instead subtly tilted the angle of the racket, giving each return ball a strange spin.

The ball passed over the net lightly, bounced lightly on the table, and suddenly slowed down as if it was pulled by an invisible string.

"Short pass!" The commentator suddenly raised his voice.

Lin Hui rushed forward, and his racket barely scraped the bottom of the ball. The return was a little hasty, and the opponent immediately seized the opportunity, flicked his wrist, and the ball shot straight to Lin Hui's backhand corner like a sharp arrow.

8: 5.

Lin Hui felt the soles of his shoes slipping, and the astringency of the plastic court was being weakened by sweat. When he bent down to tie his shoelaces, he heard the coach shouting on the sidelines: "Watch out for his fake moves!" He looked up and saw the other player pushing up his glasses, and the reflection from the lenses obscured his eyes.

The ensuing confrontation turned into a precise game.

The opponent's player used delicate short swings and sudden changes of line to constantly mobilize Lin Hui to run like weaving a spider web.

The ball sometimes fell like a feather, sometimes flew like a bullet, drawing an elusive trajectory on the blue table. Lin Hui's breathing became heavier, and every round trip was consuming his energy.

9: 5.

This score came unexpectedly. The opponent's player made a fierce smash that went out of bounds and hit the backboard heavily.

But Lin Hui noticed that his opponent looked thoughtful, and alarm bells went off in his heart.

Sure enough, the opponent player continued to chase points, taking advantage of Lin Hui's desire for stability and suddenly increasing his force in the stalemate.

9: 6.

The numbers on the scoreboard stung my eyes. The noise from the audience rose and fell, and some people began to clap in unison to keep the beat.

Lin Hui walked to the baffle to wipe his sweat. When he pressed the towel against his face, he could hear his own violent heartbeat. Looking up, he saw the other player drinking water, his Adam's apple rolling regularly, and his hand holding the mineral water bottle was terrifyingly steady.

Lin Hui took a deep breath and threw the towel back to the sidelines.

He could feel his muscles trembling slightly, but his eyes became sharper.

The opponent's serve came, a seemingly ordinary side spin, but it produced a subtle change the moment it touched the table.

Lin Hui flicked his wrist, and the racket cut the incoming ball accurately. The return ball had a strong backspin and flew along the net to the opponent's table.

Zhang Linhui took a deep breath and threw the towel back to the sidelines.

He could feel his muscles trembling slightly, but his eyes became sharper.

The opponent's serve came, a seemingly ordinary side spin, but it produced a subtle change the moment it touched the table.

Lin Hui flicked his wrist, and the racket cut the incoming ball accurately. The return ball had a strong backspin and flew along the net to the opponent's table.

The opponent player reacted very quickly, took a step forward, and lightly flicked the ball, sending it flying in an arc.

The audience on the sidelines held their breath, and the entire venue seemed to be muted.

Lin Hui's coach clenched his fists but did not shout. He knew that any interference at this moment would only disrupt the rhythm.

Next, Lin Hui took the initiative to seek change.

He hit a short and fast counter-spin ball, which the opponent barely managed to return, with the ball going a little high.

A cold light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes, his body jumped up like a cheetah, and he swung his right arm violently.

"Bang!" The ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, and almost touched the corner of Zhang Cheng's clothes when it bounced.

However, the other player's expression did not fluctuate at all.

He lowered his head and adjusted his racket, his eyes behind the lenses frighteningly calm.

Lin Hui frowned slightly; the other party's reaction was beyond his expectations.

Normally, such a slam dunk is enough to crush the opponent's morale, but the opposing player acted as if nothing had happened.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The other player slowly raised his eyes, with a barely perceptible curve at the corner of his mouth.

He gently tossed the ball with his left hand, and the moment the racket touched the ball with his right hand, "Swish!"

A strange arc suddenly cut through the air, and the ball fell rapidly the moment it passed the net, bounced along the edge of the table, and flew towards Lin Hui's backhand blind spot almost along the net.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank and his body instinctively moved to save the ball, but the ball had already fallen a second time before his racket reached it.

9:7 The referee’s voice sounded.

There was a low cry of surprise from the audience seats on the sidelines.

The other player pushed up his glasses, and the cold light reflected from the lenses obscured his eyes.

Lin Hui's knuckles turned slightly white as he gripped the racket. He suddenly realized that this seemingly calm opponent had a stronger desire to win than he did.

Lin Hui took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He stared at the other player.

Before he finished speaking, he served the ball suddenly, a very fast backspin ball, the ball passed the net and almost flew along the table, the landing point was extremely tricky.

The opponent player moved his feet slightly and lightly lifted the racket. The ball drew a strange arc and bounced back quickly on Lin Hui's table, heading straight for his forehand blind spot!

Lin Hui was prepared. He moved his body sideways like a spring and swung his arm violently.

"boom!"

The ball hit back at an even more violent speed, straight into the opponent's chest!

The opponent's eyes flashed, but he didn't dodge or evade. Instead, he shook his wrist and blocked the ball with his racket at an angle.

"Snapped!"

The ball hit the net and flew back, then bounced lightly on Lin Hui's table.

The audience was silent for a second, then burst into warm applause.

Lin Hui's breathing gradually became steady, and his fingertips gently rubbed the rubber of the racket. He suddenly changed his grip and threw the ball high into the air.

"laugh!"

A seemingly ordinary side-spin ball strangely drifted sideways the moment it touched the table.

The opponent's glasses flashed coldly, and his backhand slice actually paused slightly when returning the ball.

It's now!

Lin Hui moved as fast as lightning, rushed forward, and swung the racket from bottom to top!
"Shh!"

The silver ball drew a stunning rainbow arc and exploded with a white light on the opposing player's table.

The audience burst into exclamations, this turned out to be the long-lost "crescent arc circle"!
The other player slowly took off his glasses and wiped away the mist on the lenses with the corner of his clothes.

The noise in the audience suddenly fell silent, and the pair of eyes that had been hidden behind lenses for years became as sharp as an eagle.

His sphere vibrated irregularly three times in flight, leaving snake-like scratches on the surface.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted, and the moment the racket collided with the ping-pong ball, he suddenly loosened his fingers.

He let the racket spin and fly into the air, but he leaned over and picked up the falling spare racket with his left hand.

Amid the strange collision sound between the metal racket and the rubber, the ping-pong ball turned into a golden stream of light.

The commentator knocked over the microphone: "Mirror shot with two hands swapped! This move was used by Coach Lin against the German star back then—"

The crisp "bang bang" sounds echoed in the table tennis room, and the white ball drew sharp arcs on the dark green table.

Fine beads of sweat were already oozing out of Lin Hui's forehead, and a dark water mark appeared on the back of his sports T-shirt.

His eyes followed the fast-spinning ball closely, and every swing of the racket was accompanied by a sound of breaking wind.

The opponent also tensed his muscles, and veins bulged on his wrist guards.

The friction between the sneakers and the rubber floor made a harsh "squeaking" sound. The two of them moved around in a very small space, and the numbers on the scoreboard had been stuck for a full twenty minutes.

The referee adjusted his glasses and leaned forward unconsciously.

The whispers in the audience rose and fell like the tide. Someone clenched the mineral water bottle tightly, and the plastic shell made a "cracking" sound under the weight.

Lin Hui suddenly took a step forward and the racket cut through at a tricky angle.

The ping-pong ball bounced dangerously on the net and finally fell along the sideline.

The opponent knocked over the mineral water bottle when he flew to save the ball. The azure liquid flowed on the smooth floor, reflecting the swaying lights on the ceiling.

Lin Hui wiped the sweat from his chin with his sleeve and heard his violent heartbeat gradually overlapping with the rhythm of the ping-pong ball falling on the table.

On the other side of the table, the opponent was pressing the ping-pong ball repeatedly in his palm, and the friction between the rubber and sweat made a slight sticky sound.

The ping-pong ball was thrown high up again, drawing a silver parabola under the bright white light.

The opponent flicked his wrist, and the ball whizzed over the net like a bullet, with a strong backspin heading straight for Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he quickly took a half step back. He tilted his racket and lightly flicked the ball at the last moment. The ball brushed the net and bounced a strange arc on the opponent's table.

The opponent was caught off guard and barely fought back, but the ball flew high into the air like a white bird out of control.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity, leaped up and made a fierce smash!

"boom--!"

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's corner of the table heavily and then bounced away.

The opponent swung his racket in vain and stumbled two steps due to inertia.

The audience was instantly boiling with excitement; some stood up and applauded, while others waved their fists excitedly.

Lin Hui took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, sweat slid down his brow, lingered on his eyelashes for a moment, and finally dripped onto the table, splashing a tiny splash of water.

He clenched the racket tightly, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

The player on the opposite side also adjusted his breathing, but his eyes became sharper, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

The air was filled with a strong fighting spirit, as if even the oxygen was ignited.

The referee motioned to continue.

Lin Hui slowly leaned over, holding the ball in the palm of his left hand and slightly raising the racket in his right hand.

The noise in the venue gradually died down, leaving only the low hum of the air conditioner and someone's suppressed cough coming from a corner in the distance.

He threw the ping-pong ball high up, and it spun upward under the glaring light like a slowed-down meteor.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly, and his sight was fixed on the spinning ball. The air in the stadium seemed to freeze, and even the flying dust was still in the beam of light.

After that, he swung the racket, and the ping-pong ball turned into a white shadow and flew straight to the opponent's table with a strong side spin.

The opponent had anticipated this and took a quick step forward, cutting the ball diagonally and hitting it back at a more tricky angle. Lin Hui's body swayed and he was already in position almost the moment the ball bounced. He tensed his arm muscles and rushed backhand.

"Snapped!"

The ball flew across the net like lightning, brushing the sideline and hitting the table. The opponent's racket barely touched the ball, but he couldn't control the force, and the ball bounced high and flew out of the court.

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