The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1339: The Second Round

"Bang bang bang-"

The ping-pong ball left white afterimages on the blue table, and the crisp sound of impact echoed in the gymnasium.

Lin Hui hunched over, sweat dripped down his temples, and his sneakers made slight sounds as they rubbed against the floor.

The opponent player suddenly changed direction, and the orange ball shot straight to his backhand like a bullet.

There was an exclamation from the audience.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly, and at the critical moment he moved sideways, and the racket cut past at a strange angle.

The ball flew past the net and landed in a tricky spot on the opponent's table.

The opponent player launched a counterattack, and the ball came back like lightning, with a strong spin straight into Lin Hui's backhand corner.

Lin Hui's steps were swift, and his body moved sideways twice like a ghost. At the moment when the ball was about to touch the table, he suddenly twisted his waist and wrist.

The racket drew a silver arc and completed the change of line from defense to offense in a very small space. The originally backspin return ball suddenly turned into a white light and shot out along the edge of the table.

The audience burst into exclamations.

The ball drifted sideways strangely when it hit the opponent's table, and when the opponent made a hasty save, the edge of the racket just touched the ball, causing it to bounce high into the air.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed and he quickly determined where the ball would land.

He adjusted his steps flexibly, retreated his body as agilely as a cheetah, and suddenly jumped up when the ball was about to fall to the ground.

The racket drew a silver arc, and his wrist shook slightly the moment it touched the ball. The spinning and falling ball was rubbed out a strange spin, brushing the net and flying towards the opponent's blind spot on the table.

The audience burst into suppressed exclamations. The opponent stumbled towards the front desk, but suddenly froze when he took the third step: the white ball that touched the table was like being pulled by an invisible thread, drawing a half-circle arc along the edge of the table, and finally fell lightly on Lin Hui's table!

Lin Hui's fingertips trembled slightly on the edge of the table.

The moment the referee wiped the table with a white towel, he saw the sweat beads sliding down his opponent's forehead, reflecting tiny lights under the spotlight.

"Net-hit, serve again!" The referee raised his index finger.

Then the opponent's second serve had a strange side spin, and the ping-pong ball suddenly fell when it passed the net.

Lin Hui's racket cut through the air at a 45-degree angle, and the friction between the rubber and the ball made a slight "hissing" sound.

The return ball drew a parabola, but was dunked back just before it hit the table.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, and the silver light, accompanied by a strong wind, rushed straight to his face.

He instinctively took a half step back, and the rubber soles of his sneakers made a harsh squeaking sound on the plastic field.

Amid the exclamations from the audience, his wrist suddenly bent at an ergonomically unsuitable angle.

The carbon fiber racket face intercepts the incoming ball at the last centimeter. The moment the rubber particles sink, the whole arm shakes violently diagonally upwards like a spring.

The ping-pong ball rolled dangerously half a circle on the edge of the net. It was a delicate balance that the referee had to lean over to see clearly, and finally fell onto Lin Hui's table with a spin.

Lin Hui made the save instinctively.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground made the mechanical sound of the scoreboard flipping seem particularly crisp.

11:10
The other player finally caught up with one point after his own disdainful efforts.

When seeing this point, Lin Hui warned himself: "Stay steady."

He repeated this to himself, put the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and forced himself to keep his facial muscles relaxed.

Across the table, the opposing player was wiping the ping-pong ball with the hem of his jersey. This seemingly normal action concealed an imperceptible tremor.

Lin Hui noticed that the opponent's right thumb was unconsciously rubbing the rubber of the racket, which is a small movement that is unique to the opponent when he is nervous.

The referee signals the countdown for serve.

The other player takes a deep breath and throws the ball high into the air.

The small yellow ball drew a nearly perfect parabola under the spotlight, and when it reached its highest point it seemed to be frozen in the air.

The opponent's knees are slightly bent, the center of gravity is placed on the forefoot, and the racket angle is adjusted to a suitable position for receiving a backhand serve.

At the moment the ball was falling, Lin Hui's wrist curled inward at a strange angle, and there was a slight "click" sound when the racket touched the ball. It was a backhand serve with strong sidespin.

The ping-pong ball flew over the net like a bullet, drawing a clear arc as it bounced on the opponent's side of the table, and landed precisely on the backhand baseline.

The rotation causes the ball to bounce to the side instead of forward, which is Zhou Ye's killer move.

There was a gasp from the audience; some had already anticipated that this serve would result in a direct point.

But the other player made a move. His body was like a spring that was compressed to the extreme and suddenly released. His left foot pushed the ground while his right wrist rotated inward, and his racket met the ball at an angle that was almost parallel to the table.

At the moment of contact with the ball, his wrist made a towel-twisting motion, which is the most respected "twisting and pulling" technique by professional players in recent years.

The friction between the rubber and the ball made a harsh "squeaking" sound, and the ping-pong ball flew over the net with a stronger reverse spin.

Lin Hui obviously did not expect this return shot, and could only barely block the ball back in a hurry.

The ping-pong ball drew a high arc, and the opponent player seized the opportunity to slam the ball, and the ball hit Lin Hui's table like white lightning!

Lin Hui's reaction was as fast as lightning. The moment the ball bounced, he shook his wrist, tilted the racket slightly, and used the force to hit the ball back at a faster speed.

The ping-pong ball flew past the net and drew a strange arc on the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously did not expect this brilliant move.

"Good shot!" Warm cheers broke out from the sidelines.

Lin Hui wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his eyes became sharper. He bent his knees slightly, put the racket in front of his chest in a defensive posture, and focused on every subtle movement of his opponent.

The opponent player gritted his teeth and threw the ball high up. This serve had a strong backspin and the ball fell rapidly after passing the net.

Lin Hui took a quick step forward and just as the ball was about to touch the table.
Swing the racket suddenly, a sharp lob!

The ping-pong ball drew a low arc, brushing the net and flying towards the opponent's table.

The opponent was prepared and attacked sideways, with a fierce side-spin loop ball heading straight towards Lin Hui's backhand!
Lin Hui quickly moved sideways, lowered his body's center of gravity, and at the critical moment, he turned his hand to tear the ball apart.

"Snapped!"

The ball was like an arrow shot from a bow, with a strong side turn, and hit the opponent's corner of the table hard!

The opponent was caught off guard and could only barely reach the ball.

Then he hit the ping-pong ball over.

At this moment, the air was filled with the smell of sweat and rosin rubber. The audience was silent and everyone held their breath.

"Bang!" The crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground exploded in the enclosed space.

Lin Hui made a violent backhand shot, and the small white ball streaked across the net like a meteor.

The opposing player's pupils suddenly shrank, and the friction between the soles of his shoes and the rubber floor made a harsh "squeaking" sound, and he saved the ball at the critical moment.

The small ball flew towards him with a strange arc. Lin Hui suddenly lowered his waist and the racket left an afterimage in the air.

"Bang!" With a textbook-like explosion on the table, the ping-pong ball exploded with white smoke on the opponent's table.

The opponent player seemed to have anticipated this. He moved sideways like a ghost and hit a short ball close to the net with his backhand.

"Good shot!" Before the Chinese coach on the sidelines finished exclaiming, Lin Hui had already pounced on the stage like a cheetah.

At the moment when his body almost lost its balance, he shook his wrist slightly, and the edge of the racket just touched the ball, a short swing that was precise to the millimeter level!

The opponent's save was frozen in midair, the ping-pong ball trembled slightly on the net, and fell back onto Lin Hui's table. The ping-pong ball left white afterimages on the table, shuttling back and forth between the two of them like a restless meteor.

Lin Hui's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down his temples, but he had no time to wipe them off.

The scoreboard of 11:11 was particularly dazzling under the lights, and the air in the venue seemed to freeze.

"There's still a chance." Lin Hui muttered to himself, his thumb unconsciously stroking the rubber of the racket.

He could feel the sticky touch on his palms, a mixture of tension and concentration.

The player on the opposite side, the one with a buzz cut and sharp eyes, was wiping the sweat off his face with the hem of his jersey, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The referee signaled to continue the game.

The other player takes a deep breath and throws the ball high into the air.

The moment the ball fell to eye level, he flicked his wrist slightly and the racket cut through the bottom of the ball at a subtle angle.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, lightly rubbed against Lin Hui's table, and flew over the net almost sticking to it.

"Beautiful!" Cheers came from the coach on the sidelines.

But the opponent reacted very quickly. He took a step forward and lightly flicked the ball with the racket at an angle almost parallel to the table, and the ball flew back.

Lin Hui was well prepared. He took a half step back and swung his right hand like a whip, launching a powerful forehand attack straight into the opponent's backhand corner.

"Snapped!"

The ball hit the opponent's corner hard.

At this moment, Lin Hui heard the sound of his heart beating violently in his chest, like a war drum being beaten wildly.

The opponent's face darkened noticeably.

As he played, Lin Hui noticed that his knuckles on the racket turned white from the force.

Then the opponent chose a rare reverse spin ball, and the ball drew an arc in the air.

Lin Hui misjudged and returned the ball too high.

"boom!"

Lin Hui deliberately slowed down his movements.

He saw that his opponent had already lowered his center of gravity in advance, and his body was ready to go like a spring compressed to the extreme.

Right now! Lin Hui suddenly changed his habit and sent a very short side spin.

The opponent rushed forward and the quality of the return was not high.

Lin Hui did not miss this opportunity.

He moved sideways, his whole body stretched out like a fully drawn bow, and then, with his waist as the axis, he poured all his strength into this one shot.

The ping-pong ball turned into an orange lightning bolt and exploded on the opponent's table.

The opponent's eyes finally wavered. He kept looking at the coach on the sidelines, tapping the edge of the table nervously with his fingers.

Lin Hui knew that the next two goals seemed to be replayed in slow motion.

Lin Hui can clearly see every pattern on the surface of the ping-pong ball and can predict every subtle body language of his opponent.

When the last return ball hit the net and landed on the opponent's table, the opponent instinctively hit the ball over.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted, and the racket in his palm felt slightly hot.

He saw the spinning ball with an irregular trajectory suddenly fall down the moment it touched the table. It was a fatal side-effect ball.

The opponent's return ball flew towards the edge of the table like a butterfly with broken wings, but Lin Hui's body had already started moving before his consciousness.

The muscles in his right leg burst out with amazing strength, and the friction between his sneakers and the floor made a harsh squeaking sound.

The exclamations from the audience were stretched out into a blurred background sound.

At the moment when his body completely lost balance, his wrist turned at an incredible angle.

The edge of the racket rubbed against the falling ping-pong ball, and the vibration from the contact between the rubber and the ball was transmitted to the fingertips along the carbon fiber plate.

The small orange ball drew an arc, just passed the net, and bounced on the opponent's table. He hit the ping-pong ball over again.

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

His movements were as fast as lightning, and the racket drew a silver arc in the air.

The moment the ping-pong ball bounces on the table, the opposing player has already predicted where it will land.

He felt his fingers holding the racket go slightly numb, as the shock from the previous return had not yet dissipated.

The air around the table seemed to freeze, with only the small orange ball shuttling back and forth between the two people.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the racket colliding with the ball is crisp and pleasant.

The other player's wrist flicked slightly, adding a subtle backspin to the ball.

The movement was almost imperceptible, as light as a dragonfly skimming the water.

The ball drew a strange arc and suddenly fell after passing the net.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly and his body leaned forward instinctively.

His racket barely reached the ball at the last moment, but the angle of his return was out of control.

12:11
The referee's voice echoed in the gym.

The opponent wins the second game!
The other player let out a long sigh, only to find that his back was soaked.

Sweat dripped down his temples, gleaming in the spotlight. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and looked at Lin Hui on the opposite table, who was tapping his forehead with his racket, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Both sides take a five-minute break and prepare for the decider," the referee announced.

The opposing player walked to the rest area on the sidelines, his legs trembling slightly due to the high-intensity confrontation.

His coach immediately handed over a towel and a sports drink.

"Good job," and patted his shoulder, "You found his weakness."

He gulped down half a bottle of drink, his Adam's apple rolling up and down rapidly.

"He does have a problem with his backhand," he gasped, "but I was completely dominated by him in the first game."

When Lin Hui easily won the first game, the whole stadium was boiling.

That was Lin Hui's signature victory, fast, fierce and accurate.

Especially his signature "whirlwind smash", the ball was so fast that the camera could hardly capture its trajectory.

In the first game, you wanted to win quickly," the coach analyzed for him, "Lin Hui was waiting for you to attack and then counterattack. In the second game, you slowed down the pace and added defensive counterattacks, and the effect was immediate. "

Then his eyes unconsciously drifted to the rest area opposite.

Lin Hui was resting with his eyes closed, and his coach was leaning over and whispering something in his ear.

Even from a distance, he could see Lin Hui's furrowed brows and fingers tapping his knees, which was Lin Hui's habitual action when he was anxious.

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