The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1338 Race against time
10:7
The numbers on the scoreboard flashed a blinding red light.

Lin Hui raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. A large area on the back of his jersey was already wet.

The cheers in the venue came like a tide. He took a deep breath and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the rough surface of the ping-pong ball.

The electronic timer on the referee's seat is ticking.

Lin Hui bent over and stared at his opponent across the table. The chopper in dark blue sportswear was half-crouching in a hunting posture, his eyes behind the lenses staring unblinkingly at his left hand holding the ball.

The audience seats suddenly fell silent, and the cold air from the air conditioner blew past our noses, carrying the smell of rosin flooring.

"Pa, pa, pa." Lin Hui tapped the table three times with the racket. The sound of the rubber colliding was particularly crisp in the enclosed space.

He noticed that his opponent's right heel was slightly raised half a centimeter, which was a sign of preparing to dive forehand.

Sweat slid down his temple to his chin, and just before it dripped, he threw a high ball with a strong sidespin.

The ping-pong ball drew a silver arc under the overhead light, and the slight buzzing sound it made as it spun was like some kind of danger signal.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted and his body reflexively tilted to the left. The serve had a deceptive spin and seemed to be flying to the backhand position, but it strangely turned to the dead corner in the middle the moment it touched the table.

The ball was like a flash of white lightning, drawing a strange arc on the table.

The opponent's body had already pounced to the left, but at the last moment he found that the trajectory of the ball suddenly changed. He twisted his hips suddenly, and the racket hastily changed direction, and he barely cut the ball back with his backhand.

The ping-pong ball hit the net with a strong backspin and fell rapidly on the table.

Lin Hui was well prepared. He took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and lightly flicked the racket at a nearly vertical angle. The ball flew high, drew a parabola, and landed accurately in the far corner of the opponent's table.

The opponent stumbled back, stretched out his racket to reach the ball, but could only watch the ball fall to the side.

"11:7!"

The referee's voice sounded, and the venue instantly erupted into deafening cheers. Lin Hui clenched his fists, growled, and sweat fell from the ends of his hair.

On the opposite side, the opponent's eyes darkened. He slowly stood up, his fingertips tapping the rubber of the racket unconsciously, as if calculating the tactics for the next game.

As soon as Lin Hui returned to the serving position, he saw that the opponent suddenly changed his stance.

The originally conservative slicer now lowered his center of gravity like a cheetah, and his ball-throwing movement was crisp and clear.

"Snapped!"

A bullet-speed forehand run went straight into the opponent's backhand corner.

Lin Hui leaned sideways to pull the ball, but his heart was startled the moment he touched the ball. The ball had a strange side turn and changed direction dramatically after hitting the net.

His return ball hit the net with a thud and bounced out of bounds.

Lin Hui wiped his sweaty palms with a towel and caught a glimpse of his opponent staring at the scoreboard.

The cold light from the electronic screen cast a shadow in the man's eyes, like a dormant beast.

Lin Hui served next. He took a deep breath and stroked the rough surface of the ping-pong ball with his fingertips.

He could feel his opponent's gaze piercing him.

The air in the venue was so stagnant that it was suffocating, with only the hum of the air conditioner echoing in my ears.

He threw the ball up, and the racket drew a sharp arc in an instant.

The ping-pong ball shot towards the opponent's table like a bullet, but it spun sideways strangely the moment it touched the table.

The opponent was caught off guard and the ball bounced high in the air.

Lin Hui took a quick step forward, all his muscles tensed.

Just as he swung the racket, he caught a glimpse of a sneer on his opponent's face.

The moment the racket collided with the ball, he suddenly realized that it was a trap.

The ball that was supposed to be smashed fell rapidly after passing the net.

"Short ball!" the commentator exclaimed.

Lin Hui staggered towards the table, his fingertips barely touching the ball.

The ping-pong ball trembled on the net for two seconds, and finally fell back onto his table unwillingly.

The audience erupted in a tsunami-like roar, and the numbers on the scoreboard jumped coldly: 11:8
The other player finally caught up with one point.

He glanced at Lin Hui, then his racket turned in a sharp arc between his fingers, and his serving posture was lower than before, which was a dangerous signal.

Lin Hui remembered the coach's video analysis. This guy was best at creating killing intent through tricky serves.

Sure enough, the ping-pong ball ricocheted in with an almost convulsive rhythm.

The moment the ball touched the table, Lin Hui's pupils suddenly shrank: the seemingly ordinary side spin actually contained a reverse spin!

Then he bent his knees slightly, threw the ping-pong ball high with his left hand, and drew a sharp arc with the racket in his right hand.
"Bang!" The white ball shot towards the opponent's table like a bullet.

The opponent took a step forward and hit a backhand slice, and the ball flew back with a strong spin.

With a crisp "click", the ping-pong ball drew a strange arc on the table.

Lin Hui's eyes focused, and he quickly took two steps back. He shook his wrist slightly and saved the ball with a beautiful pull shot.

"Ping-pong-"

"Ping-pong-"

The sound of the racket hitting the ping-pong ball became more and more urgent and louder, echoing in the empty venue.

The people in the audience held their breath unconsciously, their eyes following the white lightning that shuttled back and forth.

Lin Hui's bangs were soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead. Every time he moved, tiny beads of sweat appeared, shining under the light.

The opponent was also sweating profusely, and a large area on the back of his blue sportswear was soaked.

"Ha!" Lin Hui suddenly shouted, seizing the opportunity when the opponent's return ball was slightly higher and made a slam dunk.

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's corner of the table like a meteor and bounced out along the sideline.

"Good shot!" the referee announced loudly, and the stands broke into warm applause.

But the game was not over yet, and the two sides soon returned to a tense confrontation.

The sound of the ping-pong ball hitting the table, the crisp sound of the racket hitting the ball, and the hurried footsteps of the athletes interweave into an exciting sports symphony.

Lin Hui took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his chin with his sleeve, and his eyes became more focused.

He bent down and gently pinched the rubber of the racket with his left hand, feeling the subtle friction from his fingertips.

The noise in the audience gradually faded away, and the only sound in his ears was his own strong heartbeat, boom, boom, boom, which miraculously coincided with the rhythm of the bouncing ping-pong ball.

The opponent also adjusted his breathing, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

He gently tossed the ball in his hand, and suddenly served the ball, a very fast backspin ball going straight to Lin Hui's backhand!
Lin Hui reacted very quickly, took a step sideways, flicked his wrist, and hit the ball diagonally.

"Swish!" The ping-pong ball drew a low arc, passed through the net, and fell rapidly on the opponent's table.

The opponent hurried forward and barely lifted the ball, but his return was high and slow. The opportunity came!

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and his body suddenly jumped up like a spring. He raised his right arm high, and all the strength of his body was instantly concentrated on the racket. "Bang!" With a thunderous smash, the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

The entire venue was boiling in an instant, with applause and cheers pouring in like a tide.

Lin Hui clenched his fists and growled, but soon calmed down. The game was not over yet, he had to stay focused.

The opponent's face was a little solemn, but his eyes were still firm. He slowly walked back to the edge of the table and gently turned his racket, as if thinking about the tactics for the next ball.

The air seemed to freeze and the whole place fell silent again, leaving only the faint hum of the air conditioner.

At the decisive moment, the air seemed to be sucked out and the entire venue fell into a strange silence.

Lin Hui could hear the throbbing sound of his temple, and sweat slid down his brow bone and hung on his eyelashes like a crystal drop of water.

He blinked, and drops of water fell onto the table with an almost inaudible "thump".

The opponent suddenly changed his grip, with his thumb slightly tilted upwards, which was a sign of serving a sidespin ball.

Lin Hui calmly adjusted his stance and moved his right foot back half an inch.

Sure enough, the opponent's wrist shook strangely at the moment he threw the ball, and the ping-pong ball flew over the net with a strong side spin.

"Snapped!"

The ball suddenly changed direction the moment it touched the table, as if it was pushed by an invisible hand.

Lin Hui was well prepared. He pounced out like a cheetah, and his racket cut into the spinning ping-pong ball at a nearly vertical angle.

The friction between the rubber and the ball made a harsh "squeaking" sound, and the return ball drew an arc that violated the common sense of physics, brushing the net and flying towards the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this and could only barely pick the ball up in a hurry.

The ping-pong ball flew high, leaving a silver trail under the light.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity and rushed to the front of the stage, with his legs slightly bent, his whole body like a spring compressed to the extreme.

"boom!"

When the other player saw this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He quickly adjusted his stance, his feet firmly rooted on the blue flooring, and tossed the orange and white ping-pong ball high up with his left hand. The small ball drew a bright silver arc under the bright white light.

He suddenly shook his right wrist, and there was a loud bang when the rubber of the racket touched the ball. A white lightning bolt tore through the air in a tricky diagonal trajectory.

The ball spun violently as it passed the net, and hit the table on Lin Hui's side with a heart-pounding "hiss" sound, bouncing off at an almost right angle near the white sideline. The splashing sweat reflected tiny spots of light under the light.

Lin Hui's eyes focused and his body reacted instantly.

He took a step sideways, and his racket drew a sharp arc in the air, accurately meeting the incoming ball.

With a crisp "pop" sound, the ping-pong ball flew towards the opponent's blind corner of the table like an arrow.

The opponent player obviously didn't expect this beautiful counterattack and barely picked up the ball in a hurry.

The ping-pong ball drew a high parabola. Lin Hui seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and performed his signature smash.

The ball hit the opponent's table like a meteor.

"Good shot!" Cheers rang out from the sidelines. Lin Hui wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He took a deep breath, got into position to receive the serve again, his eyes burning with the belief that he would win.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, but his body reacted like a conditioned reflex.

He pushed the ground hard with his left foot, and the rubber sole of his sneakers rubbed against the floor rubber, making a harsh "squeaking" sound. His right arm swung out like a whip, and the racket accurately intercepted the afterimage at the last moment.

The ping-pong ball vibrated violently on the racket, and Lin Hui could clearly feel the strong rotation force.

He flipped his wrist and took advantage of the remaining force of the opponent's attack to hit the ball back at a more tricky angle.

The ball passed through the net like a meteor, lightly brushed the edge of Lin Hui's table, and then fell rapidly.

Lin Hui obviously did not expect this counterattack. He flew over to save the ball in a hurry, but his racket only touched the edge of the ball.

The ping-pong ball bounced high, hit the baffle with a "bang", and rolled to the ground.

Deafening cheers instantly erupted from the sidelines, and the referee raised his right hand: "11:9"

The other player caught up with one point.

The winning opponent then serves.

Lin Hui took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. The lights of the stadium flickered in front of his eyes, and the shouts of the audience seemed to be blocked by a thin film.

He bent down, gripped the racket again, and watched every move closely.

The other player raised his lips slightly and gently tossed the ping-pong ball with his fingertips.

The ball came shooting out like a silver thread, with a strong backspin.

Lin Hui made a mistake in his steps, exerted force on his wrist, cut the ball diagonally, and hit it back steadily. The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc and went straight to the opponent's backhand corner.

The opponent reacted very quickly, and he pulled back sideways, and the ball blasted back like a cannonball. Lin Hui did not retreat but advanced, took a step forward, and rushed with his forehand.

"Snapped!"

The ball hit the corner of the table and flew out. The opponent barely blocked it, but the ball bounced high. Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he seized the opportunity and made a fierce smash.

"boom!"

The ball hit the opponent's table heavily.

The opponent's breathing became noticeably heavier.

The air in the stadium seemed to freeze. The audience held their breath and concentrated. Only the faint sound of sneakers rubbing against the floor could be heard.

A strange side-spin ball flew towards the net. Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly. It was a fake move!

The ball suddenly changes direction the moment it hits the table.

He twisted his body suddenly, flicked his wrist, and hooked the ball back with the racket at an almost impossible angle.

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

The opponent obviously didn't expect that the ball could be saved, and he hurriedly cut it with his backhand.

The ball was high and floating, Lin Hui seized the opportunity and leaped into the air like a cheetah.

"Snapped!"

A textbook-like explosive arc loop, the white ball exploded and left an afterimage on the opponent's table.

The opposing player stumbled back, his racket barely touching the ball.

The white ball brushed past the racket face and hit the baffle hard, making a dull "bang" sound.

The sidelines were instantly boiling with cheers coming like a tide.

Lin Hui clenched his fists and growled, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair, with the flame of victory burning in his eyes.

The coach shouted, "Beautiful! Just play like this!"

The opponent stood in front of the stage, staring at the rolling white ball, took a deep breath, then looked up and gave a wry smile.

Now he understood very well that it was not the time for him to give up, but to continue competing with Lin Hui!

After all, he still has a chance!
Then he hit the ping-pong ball in his hand directly onto the table of the opponent Lin Hui with a bang!

Lin Hui was not in a hurry. He calmly hit the ping-pong ball directly onto the opponent's table with a bang!

The opposing player also began to calmly compete with Lin Hui again!

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