The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1351 Lost at the Beginning

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball was hit hard by the opposing player, hitting the table like a bullet and then bouncing rapidly out of the court.

The numbers on the scoreboard jumped and froze at 12:11.

In the first game, the opponent player wins.

The audience stands on the sidelines burst into warm applause and cheers.

Jianhua's hand holding the racket was shaking slightly, and the strands of hair on his forehead had already been soaked with sweat and stuck to his brow bones.

He stared at his opponent who was wiping his sweat, his eyes full of disbelief.

He had clearly predicted where the last ball would land.

His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, but he still tried his best to throw himself to the corner of the stage.

The moment the racket touched the ping-pong ball, he could almost feel the subtle deformation of the rubber caused by the high temperature.

But even with such a usually sure defense, the ball somehow hit the net and went out.

"How is this possible?" Jianhua wiped his face with the hem of his jersey, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty. The 11-minute duel in the first game flashed back in his mind - he almost fell off the baffle in order to save the edge ball, and his wrist was still aching from catching the opponent's loop ball, not to mention those smashes that he was proud of, which were all easily blocked by the opponent.

The other player had already walked to the rest area and turned on the mineral water, and the water flowed down his well-defined jawline.

Jianhua looked down at his red palms, and there were still traces of floor glue in the cracks of his fingernails from the time he had just saved the life.

The timer on the referee's table began to count down and the second round was about to begin.

He took a deep breath and slammed the towel onto the chair.

It was such a shame to lose this game.

Then he gritted his teeth and stood in front of the table again.

Sweat trickled down his temple, gleaming in the spotlight.

He bent his knees slightly, angled the racket in his palm, and this time he got into position for a backhand serve.

The opposing player narrowed his eyes and his body weight unconsciously tilted forward five degrees.

Jianhua caught this subtle change, and the tense lines at the corners of his mouth relaxed for a moment.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball hit the net with a strong backspin and strangely changed its trajectory the moment it bounced off the opponent's table.

The opponent hurriedly returned the ball, and the white arc was clearly three centimeters higher than the standard line. This was exactly the opportunity Jianhua had been waiting for. His entire body was like a spring compressed to the extreme and suddenly released, and the racket made a sharp "whoosh" sound as it cut through the air.

There were sporadic exclamations from the audience, and the commentator's voice suddenly rose: "Beautiful! Jianhua scored a textbook goal and scored a goal."

Jianhua could no longer hear the subsequent commentary.

He stared at the white scratches on the table that had not yet disappeared, and suddenly found that the edge of his vision was trembling slightly, which was a physiological reaction brought about by the surge of adrenaline.

He blinked hard, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the dent on the racket rubber that was softened by sweat.

As the opposing player played, Jianhua noticed that he adjusted his stance.

When the ping-pong ball was thrown into the air, Jianhua suddenly remembered the red arrow that the coach had drawn on the tactical board last night: "There is a 0.3-meter blind spot in the landing point of his backhand spin ball."

"Snapped!"

The ball hit as expected.

Jianhua suddenly changed his line while moving, and the racket cut through the ball at a nearly vertical angle.

The ping-pong ball paused dangerously above the net for 0.2 seconds, and finally landed lightly on the opponent's table.

When the opponent made a save, the friction between his shoes and the floor made a harsh squeaking sound.

Under the bright lights in the table tennis hall, the jerseys of both players were already soaked with sweat.

The opposing player hunched over, his left hand pressed tightly against the edge of the table, the racket in his right hand across his chest like a samurai sword, the bulging veins on the back of his hand clearly visible.

His eyes were fixed on Jianhua opposite him, and his pupils contracted sharply along with the spinning ball.

"Snapped!"

Jianhua's throwing action created a breeze, and the silver ball drew a meteor-like trajectory under the light.

The opponent's knee suddenly sank three centimeters. This subtle adjustment allowed his center of gravity distribution to reach the perfect golden ratio.

The moment the racket rubbed against the rubber, a "hissing" sound like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue erupted in the venue.

The glass in the commentary booth suddenly vibrated, and the senior commentator pressed the earphone hard: "The speed of this side spin ball reaches 9000 revolutions per minute! The opponent player actually chose to receive it with his forehand!" Her voice suddenly rose an octave on the word "receive".

The coaches in the front row of the audience all took out their high-speed cameras, and the camera showed that the opponent's wrist joint was twisted 15 degrees at an ergonomically incorrect angle.

The ball created blue static electricity on the net and landed only 2.3 mm away from the white line.

Jianhua's backhand slice caused the motion monitoring system to light up a red light, as the stride amplitude exceeded the safety threshold by 23%. The opponent's shoes left two black marks on the plastic floor, and his right shoulder blade formed a dangerous 45-degree angle with the ground when he saved the ball.

When he changed the line for the seventh time, he suddenly switched to holding the racket with his left hand. This killer move caused the audience to burst into exclamations like a tsunami.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly dilated, but his body reacted before his brain, and the racket switched from defense to offense in one thousandth of a second.

When the ball finally hit the net and hit the ground, the score on the electronic screen jumped like thunder.

The opposing coaching staff stood up collectively and overturned four folding chairs, while in the Chinese team's rest area, three high-speed cameras emitted smoke at the same time.

This battle for the opening goal lasted for 7 minutes and 28 seconds, and was finally won with a score of 1:0.

Jianhua pressed his knuckles against the rubber surface of the racket, silently rubbing the sweat-soaked dent. It was the jagged scratch left by the opponent's left-handed violent hit during the seventh line change.

The moment he threw the ball, he heard someone in the audience gasp.

The rotating ball drew a metallic arc under the top light, like a falling bullet shell in slow motion.

The opponent's knee had already moved sideways in advance, but Jianhua's wrist suddenly pressed down three degrees at the moment of touching the ball. This was the "ghost cut" that was circled in red pen in the tactical manual by the coach last week. The friction sound of the racket was like a sneer.

The moment the tennis ball hit the net, a crisp sound of a pen being broken was heard from the referee's chair.

The opponent's racket missed the target during the fake move, and the ball paused strangely on the net for 0.3 seconds.

Jianhua suddenly saw the flaw hidden in his opponent's serving action. Before each powerful hit, his right shoulder would be two centimeters lower than his left shoulder.

This discovery made Jianhua's pupils shrink suddenly. He seemed to have turned back into the boy who practiced hard in front of the ball machine until the early morning in the provincial team training hall. The second hand of the old-fashioned wall clock perfectly coincided with the sound of the ball hitting the baffle.

When the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's half for the third time, the entire venue suddenly became quiet for a second.

Jianhua looked at the numbers on the scoreboard and suddenly realized that he was unconsciously tapping his thigh with the edge of the racket, a little action he would do only when he was extremely excited.

Sweat dripped onto his eyelashes, blurring his vision into a blurry color, but he clearly saw that when his opponent turned around, the collar on the back of his neck had been soaked into dark blue.

Jianhua threw the ping-pong ball high up in the air, and the moment it fell, all the noise disappeared. He could hear the crisp sound of his bones stretching, the subtle static sound of the rubber rubbing against the ball, and the crisp chirping of cicadas on that sweat-soaked summer day when he won the city-level competition for the first time at the age of twelve.

A bang brought Jianhua back to his senses.

He immediately became focused, then swung the ping-pong ball in his hand and hit it with a bang.

The opponent's backhand made a crisp sound, which passed by his ear like a bullet and hit his desk heavily.

This fierce shot was like a bucket of cold water that woke Jianhua up.

He shook his head violently, and his left hand unconsciously clenched the racket, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

He took a half step back with his right foot, bent his knees slightly, and instantly lowered his center of gravity, like a fully drawn bow.

"Just in time!" he said to himself.

The yellow ball drew a strange arc on the table, but Jianhua had already predicted it.

With a nimble flick of his right wrist, the racket cuts in precisely at a 45-degree angle, "bang!" - a beautiful loop ball comes out, and the ping-pong ball draws a perfect parabola in the air with a strong rotation.

There was a low roar from the audience.

Jianhua maintained the posture after hitting the ball, with the racket pointing directly at the opponent's half of the court, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

Sweat trickled down his temple, glistening in the spotlight.

At this moment, the entire stadium seemed to be left with only the spinning ping-pong ball and two equally hot beating hearts.

The ping-pong ball streaked across the table like a meteor. The opponent obviously didn't expect Jianhua to hit back so quickly. He hastily turned sideways and barely blocked the ball back.

But this return ball was high and floating, giving Jianhua an excellent offensive opportunity.

His eyes focused, his footwork adjusted instantly, his body gathered strength like a spring, his arms pulled back, and his racket pressed down slightly. This was his signature smash posture.

With a low roar, Jianhua leaped into the air and swung his right arm like a whip. The moment the racket touched the ball, there was a loud "bang"!
The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, and after landing, it even bounced away with a trail of afterimage.

The opponent had no time to react and could only watch the ball whizz past him, hit the backboard heavily, bounce back into the field, and roll a few times before stopping.

There was an immediate burst of applause and cheers from the sidelines.

Jianhua clenched his fists, growled, and the flame of victory flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly calmed his breathing, readjusted his posture, and looked at the opponent with a firm gaze.

The eye-catching number of 2:0 made him realize that his fighting spirit was still burning.

Jianhua took a deep breath and gently stroked the ping-pong ball with his fingertips, feeling the subtle lines on the surface of the ball.

He bent down and flicked the ball twice on the table, his eyes always fixed on his opponent's position.

"Snap!" A clean and neat side-spin serve was thrown, and the ping-pong ball crossed the net with a strong spin, and fell rapidly after lightly touching the opponent's table.

The opponent was prepared. He took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and cut the ball back steadily with his backhand.

The ball flew back with a stronger backspin. Jianhua frowned slightly and quickly adjusted his pace.

He aimed at the incoming ball, raised his forearm suddenly, and the racket was almost parallel to the table. With a "swish", a beautiful loop ball came out.

The ping-pong ball drew a beautiful arc and headed straight for the opponent's backhand blind spot.

The opponent reacted very quickly, took a step sideways, and quickly blocked the ball with his backhand.

The two of them instantly entered a high-speed offensive stage, and the sound of "Pa! Pa! Pa!" of hitting the ball echoed in the stadium.

Jianhua's steps changed flexibly, sometimes he made a forehand burst, sometimes he made a backhand quick flick, and each shot was highly offensive.

Suddenly, the opponent changed the line and hit the ball at a wide angle to Jianhua's forehand.

Jianhua's body almost flew sideways, and he saved the ball at the extreme position.

The opponent took the opportunity to move forward, trying to end the point with a smash.

But Jianhua had anticipated this!
He quickly returned to his position, and at the moment his opponent swung his racket, he suddenly moved sideways and made a backhand "quick rip". The ping-pong ball flew past at a strange angle, and his opponent counterattacked again!

"Good shot!" the coach on the sidelines shouted excitedly.

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his forehead and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He also found that the opponent was standing half a step back than usual, which was to guard against his long ball.

A smile flashed across his lips, and he suddenly changed his grip, lowering the racket that was originally held high.

"Snapped!"

A seemingly ordinary short ball passed over the net lightly, but it almost stopped the moment it touched the table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this change, and his sneakers made a harsh friction sound against the floor when he stepped forward hastily.

When he barely picked up the ball, Jianhua had already pounced on the stage like a cheetah.

"Shh!"

With a clean forehand lob, the ping-pong ball flashed white and went straight into the opponent's position.

There was a cry of surprise from the audience, only to see the opponent instinctively block the ball with his backhand after losing his balance, and the ball unexpectedly hit the net and bounced back strangely!
Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted.

This lucky net touch changed all the rhythms, and he had to brake suddenly, bending his body almost at a right angle to save the ball.

The opponent took the opportunity to regroup and delivered a powerful backhand strike directly into the gap in his forehand.

"It's now!"

Jianhua secretly shouted in his heart.

He deliberately exposed a flaw, flipped his wrist at the last moment, and subtly adjusted the angle of the racket.

"laugh!"

With an exquisite force-reducing straight line block, the ping-pong ball landed lightly in the small triangle area of ​​the opponent's table as if it was cast by magic.

The opponent's figure rushing towards him suddenly stopped, and the racket stretched desperately towards the unreachable position.
“Wow—”

The whole stadium was boiling.

Jianhua's clenched right fist was shaking slightly. This 23-point battle drained his last bit of strength.

Through the steaming heat, he saw his opponent leaning on his knees and breathing heavily, but his eyes were sharper.

The sound of the scoreboard flipping to 2:0 is particularly crisp. This contest of wisdom and will is writing the most exciting chapter.

When the opposing player saw the score, he was extremely angry. He lost to Jianhua by two points at the beginning of the second game. It was a shame for him!

But what can I do? I can only cheer myself up in the next game and fight Jianhua to the death! !
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