The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1346 A new round

bang bang bang...

The crisp and rapid sound of hitting the ball resounded throughout the gymnasium, and the ping-pong ball left white afterimages on the blue table.

The strands of hair on Lin Hui's forehead had already been soaked with sweat, and as he swiftly pulled the ball sideways, tiny drops of water were thrown out.

The opposing player also had a sharp eye and used a backhand to forcefully drive back the ball, which was traveling at over 100 kilometers per hour.

"Good shot!" The commentator's voice suddenly rose through the radio, "The two sides have been fighting for 27 consecutive points!"

The spotlight on the ceiling of the arena cast the shadows of the two players on the shiny rubber floor, like two fighting beasts. The ping-pong ball made a unique "swoosh" sound as it spun at high speed, and each time it hit the rubber, it made a crisp sound similar to a gunshot.

Lin Hui suddenly took a step forward and his racket cut towards the incoming ball at a strange angle.

The pale yellow ball changed its direction of rotation strangely the moment it touched the racket, drawing an arc that violated common sense of physics. Yamamoto's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body was already making a save, but he saw the ping-pong ball falling rapidly after passing the net, and bounced up along the edge of the table.

The opposing player wiped the sweat from his brow, and the ping-pong ball made a slight "crunching" sound as it spun between his fingers.

The 29th round began again with the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball hitting the table.

This time the ball was going faster, and the two figures became blurred afterimages at both ends of the table. The "bang bang" sounds of the rubber and the ball colliding became dense drum beats.

At a certain moment, the opponent player hit the ball with a forehand dunk at the speed of a meteorite. When Lin Hui blocked it with his backhand, the racket made a "squeaking" sound under the heavy weight, but the celluloid ball with a diameter of 40 mm finally drew a perfect parabola and landed in the blind spot of the opponent's table.

The whole audience was silent for 0.3 seconds.

The opponent's racket slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground, making a dull "pop" sound.

This voice seemed to press a switch, and the audience instantly erupted in a tsunami of cheers.

Lin Hui looked up at the rotating ceiling light, and sweat dripped along his jawline onto the team logo printed with the national flag. The red color was so bright that it was dazzling under the strong light.

The electronic scoreboard finally froze at 12:11, and the small ball on the table that was still trembling slightly had already been covered with visible signs of wear and tear on its surface.

Lin Hui stood in place, his chest heaving violently, with deafening cheers in his ears, but he seemed to be in another world, with only the sound of his own heartbeat, bang, bang, intertwined with the intensive sound of balls hitting the table.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly. The rubber of the racket still retained the touch of the last ball, and it was so hot that it seemed to be burning.

The opponent bent down to pick up the dropped racket, stood up silently, and looked at Lin Hui with complicated eyes.

The two looked at each other across the table for a second.

"Lin Hui! Lin Hui! Lin Hui!" The cheers from the audience were getting louder and louder. Some people were waving national flags, some were holding up their cell phone flashlights, and the entire venue turned into a boiling ocean.

The coach clenched his fists excitedly on the sidelines, his eyes slightly red, and murmured: "Good boy... Good boy..."

Lin Hui took a deep breath and finally smiled.

He turned and bowed deeply to the audience, then walked to the table and gently picked up the ping-pong ball that had been somewhat deformed.

The sphere was covered with tiny friction marks, which were the evidence of the fierce confrontation just now.

He held it tightly, as if he was holding the reality of victory.

"The winner of this game is the Chinese team, Lin Hui!" The referee's final announcement came over the radio.

His teammates on the sidelines rushed up, some patted his shoulders, and some hugged his neck excitedly.

Lin Hui was surrounded in the middle with a bright smile.

Soon, Lin Hui finished the intense game, and sweat dripped down his temples.

He grabbed a towel and wiped his face, but his eyes had already passed through the noisy crowd and were fixed on Jianhua who was about to go on stage.

Jianhua wore a brand new red sportswear today, which was particularly eye-catching under the bright lights in the stadium.

While doing warm-up exercises, he talked in a low voice with his coach and smiled confidently from time to time.

When the referee announced the start of the game, he leaped onto the table in one step, his movements as light as a cheetah ready to pounce.

Standing in front of the table, Jianhua carefully looked at his opponent.
He was a tall foreign player, with blond hair shining under the lights, and he was tapping his palm lightly with his racket.

The moment their eyes met, Jianhua's mouth corners slightly raised and a glimmer of eagerness flashed in his eyes.

"The game begins!" With the referee's whistle, Jianhua immediately got into the game.

He bent his knees slightly, leaned forward, held the racket tightly in his right hand, and threw the ping-pong ball high with his left hand.

At the moment the ball fell, he flicked his wrist and hit a beautiful spinning serve.

The white ball drew a graceful arc and landed accurately on the opponent's table.

Cheers rose and fell in the stadium, but Jianhua seemed to be in his own world.

His eyes were focused and sharp, his feet moved flexibly left and right, and every return was fierce. When he successfully scored a point, he clenched his fist and shouted softly, and the strands of hair on his forehead were wet with sweat and stuck to his full forehead.

The competition was in full swing, and Jianhua became more and more courageous.

Each of his swings is a combination of power and skill, sometimes fiercely attacking, sometimes cleverly defending.

Lin Hui in the stands sat up straight unconsciously, his eyes full of admiration.

He knows that today's Jianhua is using its strength to write its own glorious moments.

The game entered a fierce stage and the atmosphere in the venue was so tense that it almost froze.

Jianhua felt his heartbeat as strong as a drum, and every breath was hot.

His jersey was already soaked with sweat, but he was unaware of it, as all his attention was focused on the little white ball.

The opponent obviously also got into the state, and the angles of his returns became more and more tricky and the force became stronger and stronger.

Jianhua suddenly changed line during a quick rally and hit a beautiful side-spin ball. The opponent was caught off guard and barely managed to block the ball back, but this gave Jianhua a great opportunity.

His eyes focused, and he seized the opportunity and made a fierce forehand smash.

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

"1:0 Jianhua wins!" the referee announced loudly.

There was warm applause in the stands, and Lin Hui couldn't help but stand up and applaud loudly.

Jianhua let out a long sigh, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The opponent then adjusted their strategy and increased the offensive rhythm in an attempt to disrupt Jianhua's pace.

After several rounds, both sides tried their best.

During a high-speed attack, Jianhua suddenly made a fake move and pretended to smash the ball with great force, but at the last moment he lightly picked it up and let it go short.

The opponent was caught off guard and barely rushed forward to save the ball, but stumbled because of his unstable center of gravity, and the racket barely touched the ball, but failed to cross the net. "Good shot!" Cheers came from the sidelines.

2:0
The air in the venue seemed to freeze; the audience held their breath and stared at the small white ball on the table.

Jianhua bent down and threw the ball high with his left hand.

Just as the ball was falling, he flicked his wrist and hit a very fast backspin serve.

The ping-pong ball flew past the edge of the net, drawing a strange arc on the opponent's table.

The opponent barely lifted the ball and returned it high and slowly. Jianhua's eyes flashed and he seized the opportunity to dunk.

"Bang!" The ball hit the opponent's table heavily and bounced towards the audience.

"Jianhua leads 3:0!" The referee's voice resounded throughout the stadium.

Thunderous applause broke out in the stands, and Lin Hui waved his fist excitedly.

Jianhua wiped his sweat and nodded to the audience. At this moment, he noticed that his opponent was talking to his coach in a low voice and gesturing at something with a serious expression.

After the fourth goal, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

The opponent changed his tactics and frequently used high loop balls, forcing Jianhua to retreat.

After several rounds, Jianhua was obviously unable to keep up with the pace.

He was breathing heavily, with sweat dripping down his chin.

He looked up at the scoreboard, then looked at his opponent on the opposite side, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.

Jianhua no longer exerts force blindly, but uses precise landing points to mobilize his opponent.

A beautiful lob shot inside the table, followed by a quick backhand tear.

The opponent suddenly used his trump card, a super-strong side-spin serve.

The ping-pong ball flew towards him with a strange spin, and Jianhua misjudged the situation.

There was a sound of regret from the sidelines.

But Jianhua laughed instead.

He spun his racket slightly, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

3:1 The opponent player won the ball.

Jianhua took a deep breath and his fingers unconsciously stroked the rubber of the racket.

The noise from the audience gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of my own strong heartbeat in my ears.

He bent his knees slightly and stared at the ping-pong ball in his opponent's hand with sharp eyes.

"This spin." Jianhua caught the opponent's wrist movement in a split second. When the ball came with a strong side spin, he decisively adjusted his racket shape and flicked his wrist lightly.

"Snapped!"

The ball drew a beautiful arc and landed precisely in the opponent's blind spot.

The opponent was totally unprepared for this return and could only watch the ping-pong ball bounce back.

"Good shot!" The referee's voice instantly made the venue boil.

The following game was completely in Jianhua's rhythm. He seemed to have turned on his own state, and every move was smooth and flowing.

He performed a textbook "fake move and real pick-and-shoot" move, tricking his opponent into completely shifting his center of gravity.

Then the ping-pong ball drew an exaggerated curve in the air, and turned sideways rapidly after landing, and the opponent barely touched the ball.

A voice suddenly burst out from the microphone in the commentary booth: "Oh my God! Jianhua's backhand rush completely broke through the opponent's defense!"

The silver-white ping-pong ball left a trail of afterimage under the spotlight and hit the corner of the opponent's table at an astonishing speed of 278 kilometers per hour. There was a loud "bang" when the rubber touched the table, and the mineral water bottles beside the baffle were shaken slightly.

Veins bulged on the opponent's forehead, and his sweat-soaked bangs stuck to his red cheekbones.

When he gritted his teeth, his jaw line formed a sharp arc, and his sneakers made a harsh "squeaking" sound on the plastic floor.

Just when the audience thought the point was decided, he actually saved the fatal ball with an almost split-leg posture. His wrist shook like a ghost, and the ping-pong ball passed the net with a strong side spin, and when it bounced off the table on Jianhua's side, it strangely turned a right angle!
"A miraculous change of direction!" The commentator's voice suddenly rose octaves, "This 'ghost return' instantly changed the scoreboard to 3:2!" The blue light of the electronic scoreboard reflected on the sweaty backs of the players on both sides. Jianhua was forced to the far table by this sudden counterattack, and the heel of his sneakers almost stepped on the edge of the backstop.

The audience held their breath at the same time, and some people even clenched the cheering sticks in their hands to pieces without noticing.

The broadcast camera captured a cold light flashing in Jianhua's eyes. He lowered his center of gravity like a cheetah, and the racket spun in his palm, emitting a dazzling silver light.

When the opponent's smash came whistling, Jianhua suddenly used his original "Tiyunzong" footwork, and the whole person bounced up from the ground like a spring.

At the moment the racket touched the ping-pong ball, the spotlights on the ceiling of the venue projected his figure onto the background board, outlining the muscular lines like those of an ancient Greek sculpture.

"It's Jianhua's signature move, the tornado smash!" The commentator was so excited that he loosened his tie. "This smash, combined with a 3280 rpm topspin, directly nailed the ping-pong ball to the opponent's table! The faint blue smoke produced by the friction of the rubber was clearly visible!"

"4:2! Jianhua expands its advantage again!"

The opponent's eyes suddenly became sharp. He took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his palms with the hem of his jersey, then leaned over and stared at the ping-pong ball in Jianhua's hand.

The air in the venue seemed to freeze, leaving only the faint hum of the air-conditioning vents and the sound of people holding their breath in the audience seats.

"boom--"

Jianhua's serve was as fast as lightning. The moment the ping-pong ball bounced on the table, Sato's body had already pounced out like a cheetah.

His backhand was as sharp as a blade, and the speed of the ball was so fast that even the camera lens had a brief afterimage.

"Good shot! The opponent's backhand shot directly tore through Jianhua's defense!"

Jianhua narrowed his eyes slightly, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He gently tossed the ping-pong ball, and this time, his serve became extremely slow, as if time was stretched. However, at the moment when the racket touched the ball.

"Shh!"

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, and after crossing the net, it fell rapidly, almost brushing against the net, and then lightly jumped on the opponent's player's table, and strangely bounced back to the net!
It was Jianhua's serve! The opponent made a complete misjudgment!

The opposing player stretched out his arm suddenly, but almost watched the ping-pong ball hit the edge of the racket and fall.

Fortunately, he saved the ball.

At the same time, some people in the audience stood up excitedly and waved the national flag; some clenched their fists and burst into hoarse shouts; there were even little fans who opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths so wide that a ping-pong ball could be stuffed in.

The opponent's breathing became heavy, but his eyes became calmer.

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