The big devil in table tennis

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The ping-pong ball drew a sharp white light on the dark green table. The opponent player seized the opportunity when Jianhua's return ball was slightly high and suddenly changed line to attack.

The friction between the rubber and the ball made a sharp "hissing" sound, and the ball with a strong side spin turned back like a flying swallow and hit the corner of the table on Jianhua's side heavily.

The clattering sound of the scoreboard flipping was particularly clear in the suddenly quiet arena.

The score of 5:5 was like a watershed, and the originally stalemate situation was subtly tilted at this moment.

The opponent wiped the sweat from his forehead and gently rubbed the black rubber surface of the racket with his fingertips. He bent down and picked up a brand new three-star ball from the basket. The small white ball shone with a pearl-like luster under the spotlight.

Jianhua took a half step back, and the rubber sole of his sneakers made a squeaking sound as it rubbed against the floor rubber.

He bent his knees slightly, leaned forward like a fully drawn bow, pressed his left hand lightly on the table, and pointed the racket in his right hand at the ground at a 45-degree angle.

The coughing sounds from the audience suddenly died down, and everyone saw the two flames burning in his eyes, which was the unique concentration of a cheetah when it locks on its prey.

The referee raised his hand to signal the serve, and the opposing player threw the ball high into the air.

The moment the ping-pong ball reached the highest point, Jianhua's calf muscles were already tense. He seemed to have seen the trajectory of the ball coming towards him with a rotation, waiting to use a textbook backhand twist and pull to bring the battle back to the opponent's half.

The spotlights on the ceiling of the stadium refracted dazzling white spots on the smooth surface of the ball, like miniature flash bombs about to explode.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc in the air, and the opponent's player shook his wrist and served a short ball with a very fast reverse spin.

As soon as the ball passed the net, it fell rapidly, as if it was pulled down by an invisible hand.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted, but his feet had already shot out like a cheetah.

At the last moment, his racket was inserted accurately into the gap between the ball and the table. With a light flick of his wrist, the ball brushed the net and flew over, landing in a tricky spot that was almost touching the white line of the opponent's table.

The opposing player obviously didn't expect the return of this ball to be so exquisite. He hastily blocked it with his backhand, and the ball bounced high.

The opportunity is coming!

Jianhua's muscles tensed instantly, and he jumped up like a spring. He pulled his right arm back, and the racket drew a silver arc under the light.

"Snapped!"

A violent loop ball blasted towards the opponent's table like a cannonball, and the speed of the ball was so fast that it almost left an afterimage.

The opponent player barely blocked the ball with his racket, but the ball flew directly out of bounds.

"6:5!" The referee's voice echoed in the stadium.

The audience was instantly boiling with applause.

Jianhua took a deep breath, gently rubbed the handle of the racket with his fingertips, but his eyes became sharper.

Then he held the ping-pong ball in the palm of his left hand and rubbed the racket in his right hand gently against the seam of his pants to remove the sweat stains.

The ceiling lights of the venue cast tiny spots of light on the spherical surface, like a miniature star about to be launched.

He suddenly threw the ball high up to a height of six meters, and the small white ball drew an almost vertical trajectory in the air.

The opposing player subconsciously looked up, only to see Jianhua suddenly change his racket grip at the moment the ball fell, from a horizontal grip to a straight grip.

"Snapped!"

A rare "high-toss squat serve" exploded on the table.

The ball drifted sideways strangely when it hit the table, and fell rapidly after passing the net.

The opposing player immediately tried to save the ball, but unexpectedly he succeeded.

"nice shot!"

The audience burst into exclamations.

Seeing the ball saved by the opponent draw a high arc, Jianhua's eyes flashed, and he suddenly moved sideways to give up the forehand position.

The racket left a silver afterimage in the sun, and a textbook "backhand quick rip" nailed the ball into the opponent's corner of the table.

In a flash, the opponent rushed to the corner of the table and swung the racket from bottom to top.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball drew a strange side-spin arc, brushed the net and suddenly changed direction.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly, the soles of his shoes made a harsh sound on the rubber floor, and he almost flew out.

Before the screams from the audience had died down, he used his left hand to steady his center of gravity and swung his right arm in a wide circle, with the racket face subtly tilting fifteen degrees at the moment of contact with the ball.

"It's a reverse slice!" The moment the commentator broke into his voice, the silver ball seemed to be cast under a spell, bouncing on the opponent's table with a strong backspin.

As soon as the referee's voice fell, the opposing coach suddenly jumped up from his seat, raised his right hand and made a "T" sign. A sharp whistle cut through the solemn atmosphere of the gymnasium, and the score of "7:5" on the scoreboard froze temporarily.

Jianhua loosened his white-clenched knuckles, and sweat dripped down his chin onto the blue flooring, making an almost inaudible "click" sound.

He bent down and caught the next falling drop of sweat with his racket. The drop broke into eight petals on the carbon base, just like the trajectory of the serve with strong sidespin that exploded on the table.

The noise in the audience suddenly became distant. He stared at the afterimage of sweat beads, and the slow-motion replay of his opponent's wrist shaking during the last serve was still lingering on his retina.

"They're changing the height of the toss." The coach whispered as he wiped Jianhua's neck with a towel, the hot air blowing against his ear, "Watch the first jump position." Jianhua nodded, the tip of his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth and tasted the salty sweat. The big screen played back the scene of him scoring directly from the serve just now, and the opponent stared at the screen, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

The buzzer sounds to signal the end of the pause.

The opponent on the other side of the table repeatedly squeezed the ball, his knuckles turning white. The referee raised his hand to signal, and the entire venue suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Jianhua stood in front of the ping-pong table with his feet slightly apart, knees slightly bent, and body leaning forward like a taut bow.

He gently tossed the ping-pong ball up with his left hand, and the small ball drew a soft arc in the air. At the same time, he pulled his right arm back, pressed the racket slightly down, and stared at the trajectory of the ball.

When the ball fell to the right height, he twisted his waist suddenly, swinging his right arm forward, and there was a crisp "snap" sound when the racket touched the ball.

He flicked his wrist slightly, adding a side spin to the ball, and the ball flew over the net in a strange arc.

When the opponent returned the ball, Jianhua quickly slid sideways, and the soles of his shoes made a squeaking sound as they rubbed against the floor.

He hit the ball backhand, swinging his forearm like a whip, and the ball shot straight to the opponent's corner like a bullet. Sweat dripped from his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it off, concentrating on every subtle movement of his opponent.

Suddenly a high ball flew towards him, Jianhua's eyes flashed, he took a half step back, and then jumped up like a spring, raised his right arm high, and smashed the ball hard at the highest point.

Before the dull sound of the racket and ball collided had dissipated, the ball had already hit the opponent's table like a meteor.

The opponent player caught Jianhua's forearm muscles tensing up, which was a short backspin with added power. At the moment the ball passed the net, he suddenly pushed the ground with his right foot and stepped forward, and the friction between the rubber and the floor made a harsh squeaking sound.

The entire right arm starts to exert force from the shoulder blade like a whip, the upper arm drives the forearm, the forearm drives the wrist, and finally the force gathers at the point where the index finger presses the handle of the racket.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the orange ball turned into a blurry afterimage.

The opponent's racket had just been raised, and the rubber sponge drew a semicircle in the air in vain.

The ball hit the baffle and bounced back onto the table. The sound of the ball bouncing back and forth was like the movement of a second hand, while the opponent's frozen figure seemed to be paused.

Amid the roar from the audience, Jianhua could hear his own temple throbbing.

He looked down at the base of his still slightly trembling right hand, where there was still lingering vibrations from the moment the racket hit the ball, as if it had captured the opponent's disrupted breathing rate.

Jianhua scored a smash, 8:5
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, but his expression quickly tightened again.

He wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand, rubbed his left hand on his trouser leg, and got into position to receive the serve.

The opponent's ball was low and fast, with strong backspin. Jianhua's eyes focused, and he quickly took a half step forward with his left foot, tilted the racket slightly upward, and gently rubbed the ball when it bounced. He gently pushed his wrist forward, and the ball drew a short arc, brushed the net, and lightly jumped on the opponent's table. The opponent was caught off guard and hastily returned the ball but it went directly into the net.

"Good shot!" Someone cheered from the sidelines.

Jianhua did not get distracted. He just lowered his head and fanned himself with his racket to adjust his breathing.

He bent down, holding the racket in his right hand and shaking it slightly in front of him, like a cheetah ready to pounce, waiting for the next round of fighting.

The game became increasingly intense. Both sides hit the ball several times, and the ping-pong ball flew back and forth on the table so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible.

Jianhua's steps are flexible, sometimes he crosses his steps, sometimes he makes small jumps, and every movement is precise.

His arms swung quickly, his forehand burst out, his backhand quickly ripped, and the "pa pa" sounds of the racket and the ball colliding became one, like a fierce raindrop.

The opponent suddenly hit a short ball. Jianhua's eyes flashed and he rushed forward with his body almost touching the table.

He stretched out his right hand like lightning, flicked his wrist lightly, and the ball brushed past the net and hit the opponent's table lightly, and the opponent saved the ball in time.

"We won! 8:6" He let out a long sigh, clenched his fists and growled, sweat dripping down his temples, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, as if he was still burning with unfinished fighting spirit.

This time it's the opponent's turn to serve first.

Jianhua bent his knees slightly, and his body's center of gravity kept shifting between his left and right feet. The racket swung slightly in front of him, as regular as a pendulum.

The moment the ball flew over, he suddenly changed his rhythm, moved sideways to make room, pulled his right arm back with a big force, and exerted hard force at the highest point of the ball's bounce.

The ping-pong ball flew straight towards the opponent's table with a whistling sound, leaving a clear scratch on the white edge.

After several rounds, Jianhua gradually took the initiative.

His footwork became more and more flexible. Sometimes he took a big step to save the net ball, and sometimes he quickly retreated to deal with a high lob.

In the most exciting shot, he even tripped accidentally while retreating, but he managed to stabilize his center of gravity with the strength of his waist and abdomen, and returned a beautiful slice with his backhand.

The opponent obviously didn't expect Jianhua to be able to fight back while losing his balance, and could only barely block the ball in a hurry. Jianhua's eyes flashed, and he seized the opportunity to rush to the front desk, swinging his arms like a whip.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball exploded with a white light in the corner of the opposing table.

There was a burst of cheers from the sidelines.

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his chin and could feel his pulse beating violently at his fingertips.

When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the coach standing on the sidelines, clenching his fist and making a downward gesture, which was a signal to remind him to keep the pace steady.

When he stood in the serving position again, Jianhua suddenly found that his left hand was shaking slightly.

It's not fatigue, but that long-lost, thrilling feeling of excitement.

He took a deep breath and threw the ball high up. At the moment the ball fell to his forehead, his wrist suddenly shook.

The ping-pong ball crossed the net with a strange spin, and after touching the table, it bounced up along the net line.

The ball that the opponent barely picked back was high and floating, but Jianhua had already jumped up and was waiting. His whole body was like a fully drawn bow, and he smashed the ball hard at the highest point!

Sweat soaked Jianhua's back, and he heard the rhythmic applause from the audience getting louder and louder.

When the opponent served, Jianhua noticed that veins on his forehead were bulging, which was a sign of physical exhaustion. He deliberately slowed down the rhythm of receiving the ball, allowing the opponent to run left and right to consume the last of his strength.

When the loop ball with a sense of despair flew over, Jianhua smiled.

He chose the simplest forehand quick attack, and the ping-pong ball exploded in the center of the opponent's table like a bullet.

Jianhua stood there, letting the racket slip from his fingers. He looked up, and the lights on the ceiling of the stadium turned into bright spots of light in his tears.

The applause came like a tide, but all Jianhua could hear was the sound of his own violent heartbeat.

He slowly squatted down, his fingertips touching the edge of the table. The smooth paint surface still retained the warmth of the game.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that when he was thirteen years old, he lost the city selection competition and hid in the equipment room crying alone. The coach pushed the door open and said only one sentence:

“The table doesn’t remember failures, it just waits for the next winner.”

"Jianhua!" His teammates' shouts brought him back to reality.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp white light on the dark green table, slammed into the opponent's corner, and bounced out of the court at a tricky angle. The audience burst into exclamations and applause.

"Good shot!" The commentator's voice echoed through the stadium's sound system. "Coach Jianhua hit that side-spin shot beautifully. It seems that his touch is still good after two years of retirement!"

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his forehead, panted slightly, and nodded to the audience.

This exhibition match was supposed to be a relaxed friendly match as an activity to give back to fans, but Jianhua standing on the opposite side made the atmosphere less friendly.

The air in the stadium seemed to freeze at these words, and the audience's whispers spread across the stands like water waves.

Jianhua could feel countless pairs of eyes staring at him, waiting for his reaction.

Suddenly, the other party sneered and suddenly raised his voice, showing contempt for Jianhua.

Jianhua's temple was throbbing and his fingers holding the racket tightened unconsciously.

He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, and the long-lost adrenaline rush that only came during intense competitions returned.

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