The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1358 The game continues
Just when everyone thought that the tiny ping-pong ball was about to fall to the ground, the opposing player suddenly rushed forward, and at the critical moment when the ball was less than ten centimeters from the ground, he swung his racket at an almost impossible angle. The edge of the racket scraped the ground, and he actually "fished" the little white ball up!

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience on the sidelines, and some people even stood up unconsciously.

Jianhua widened his eyes and watched in disbelief as the ball, which was supposed to have landed on the ground, drew a strange arc and flew towards him, brushing the net.

His mind went blank, but his body responded quickly thanks to the muscle memory formed from years of training.

At the critical moment, he almost subconsciously swung his arm sideways, and the racket and the ping-pong ball touched at the last moment, making a crisp "pop" sound.

The naughty ping-pong ball rubbed lightly against the net, as if unwilling to end there, and finally landed obediently on the opponent's table as the audience held their breath and watched.

Jianhua took a deep breath and tried to calm his pounding heart.

The audience on the sidelines were still cheering, but he forced himself to calm down.

The opposing player obviously didn't expect that the ball could be saved. He was stunned for a moment, but quickly regained his focus.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Jianhua's movements, the racket gently turning in his hand, as if he was thinking about the strategy for the next ball.

The referee signaled for the game to continue, and the noise in the venue gradually subsided, replaced by a suffocating tension.

Jianhua bent down, his fingers unconsciously tightened the racket, sweat slid down his temples, but he didn't bother to wipe it off.

"Snap!" The opponent served the ball, a sharp sidespin ball going straight to Jianhua's backhand.

Jianhua was prepared. He quickly moved sideways, flicked his wrist, and hit the ball accurately with his racket.

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

The opponent reacted extremely quickly, dashing sideways, and the ball came back like lightning.

Jianhua gritted his teeth, his body almost touching the ground, and hit a counter-attack at the maximum distance!
The ball brushed past the opponent, who was caught off guard. He tried to block it, but the ball bounced high.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, pushed off the ground with his feet and jumped up, gathering all his strength in his arms.

"Bang!" With a powerful smash, the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's corner of the table like a cannonball, and then bounced away.

The score of 2:0 was like a dull hammer, hitting his nerves hard.

He took a deep breath and unconsciously stroked the rubber of the racket with his fingertips, trying to calm his restless thoughts.

The bright lights in the stadium made him squint his eyes, and the whispers of the audience in his ears came and went, coming and going like the tide.

The third game was the key game that determined the direction of the game.

The fierce battles in the first two games had already consumed a lot of his physical strength, and now, just two mistakes on the ball made the situation subtly tilted.

He bit his lower lip and tasted a faint taste of rust on the tip of his tongue. Only then did he realize that he had bitten the inner wall of his mouth without knowing when.

"Focus..." He muttered to himself and bent down to pick up the ping-pong ball that rolled to his feet.

The sphere felt slightly hot in the palm of my hand, as if it still had traces of the intense rotation from the previous round.

He tossed the ball lightly, his eyes fixed on the opposing player's position. The opponent was lowering his center of gravity slightly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and he had obviously sensed his hesitation.

He couldn't lose any more points. He clenched the racket tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

This ball must be played with momentum.

Then he kept a close eye on Jianhua's serve.

It was discovered that Jianhua's throwing action was 0.3 centimeters higher than usual. This subtle change caused the ball to have a slight irregular vibration when it fell.

When the racket rubbed against the ball, he deliberately lowered the force point of his wrist, allowing this seemingly ordinary side-spin serve to carry a hidden reverse spin.

The ball made a hissing sound in the air as it passed through the net. The opposing player obviously saw through the trap.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp white light on the table, and with a crisp "bang" sound, it shot straight towards player Jianhua's table like a bullet.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly, his wrist shook, and the racket moved forward at the critical moment. The friction between the rubber and the ball made a harsh "squeak" sound.

"Good shot!" Cheers broke out from the audience.

The two men moved as nimbly as cheetahs, and their sneakers made a squeaking sound as they rubbed against the floor.

The ping-pong ball shuttled back and forth above the net, and each impact was accompanied by crisp "bang" and "pong" sounds. The rhythm was so fast that it was breathtaking.

Jianhua suddenly made a fake move, and the opponent almost misjudged the move. After reacting, he hit the ball hard.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc above the table, and with a crisp "pop", the white ball swept across the net like lightning.

Jianhua took a quick step sideways, and the racket drew a semicircle in the air, but it was still half a beat too slow. The ball brushed the edge of the racket and hit the corner of the table heavily, then bounced to the ground, making an exceptionally crisp sound in the quiet training hall.

"2:1!" The referee's voice echoed in the venue.

The other player clenched his fists suddenly, a bright smile broke out on his face, and deep wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

He turned around and made a victory gesture towards the coaching bench. The back of his sports T-shirt had already been soaked with sweat, glistening under the light.

Jianhua slowly stood up and gently wiped the sweat off the handle of the racket with a towel.

His eyes were always fixed on the empty space across the table. Under his thick black eyebrows, there was no sign of fluctuation in his narrow eyes.

The whispers of the audience on the sidelines came like a tide, but he seemed to be in a transparent soundproof cover. His slender fingers unconsciously stroked the rubber of the racket, and he repeatedly deduced the opponent's hitting route in his mind.

Suddenly, with a deep squat to accumulate strength, the racket turned in a beautiful arc in the palm of his hand.

He just shook his wrist violently, and the ping-pong ball came whizzing like a bullet, leaving a blurry afterimage in the air.

The subtle buzzing sound made by the high-speed rotation of the ball can be clearly heard in the silent stadium.

Jianhua's eyes were fixed on the white afterimage, and the rubber sole of his sneakers made a sharp squeaking sound as they braked on the wooden floor.

The muscles in his right arm suddenly tensed up, and he gripped the racket tightly in his hand and hit the ping-pong ball directly back.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc above the table and flew straight towards Jianhua's half of the table with a sharp sound of wind.

Then the opponent's player sneered with a hint of victory on his lips, and his whole body was as taut as a bowstring. He didn't give Jianhua any chance to breathe.

There was a loud "bang" when the racket collided with the rubber, and the small white ball was like a bullet fired from a gun, hitting Jianhua's table at an almost tricky angle, and a fleeting white afterimage exploded on the blue rubber surface.

The battle for the third goal has turned into a psychological battle without the smoke of gunpowder.

The beads of sweat oozing from Jianhua's forehead sparkled under the blazing white light, and he kept changing his racket grip.

The opposing player was like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity, with his knees slightly bent and his racket drawing a defensive arc in front of him.

There was a suffocating sense of oppression between the tables, and even the referee subconsciously held his breath.

Every seemingly ordinary ball-throwing action hides the muscle memory formed by thousands of training sessions; every subtle eye contact is a silent tactical game.

There seemed to be an invisible electric current crackling in the air, and the whispers in the audience suddenly fell silent. This duel that went beyond the technical level was writing a fierce dialogue between two souls with the spinning ping-pong ball.

Afterwards, Jianhua took a deep breath, his eyes sharp as torches, staring intently at every subtle movement of his opponent.

He adjusted his steps slightly and lowered his center of gravity.

The opposing player was equally unwilling to be outdone. With a slight flick of his wrist, the ping-pong ball was thrown high into the air, drawing a silver arc under the light.

"Snapped--!"

The ball came like lightning, with a strong backspin, heading straight for Jianhua's baseline.

Jianhua reacted extremely quickly, his body moved sideways instantly, and he suddenly lifted the racket the moment it touched the ball. The ball drew a strange arc and flew towards the opponent's table, brushing the net.

The opponent player obviously didn't expect this move, and he hastily cut with his backhand, causing the ball to bounce high.

A gleam of sharpness flashed in Jianhua's eyes. He stepped forward without hesitation, gathered all his strength in his arms, and slammed the ball!
"boom!"

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's corner of the table like a cannonball.

Jianhua bent his waist and exhaled slowly. The racket felt slightly hot in his palm. He stared at the tense shoulders of the opposing player and suddenly rushed forward!
The orange ball turned into a blurry afterimage and exploded with a "bang" in the upper left corner of the opponent's table. The rubber and the table collided with a short and sharp vibration.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, but he had already taken half a step forward as if he had predicted it.

The racket tore through the air with a sound, and with a backhand twist and pull, the ball returned at a more tricky angle, "bang!" This time the landing point was close to the white line of the net, and the powder that was wiped off flew like fine snow under the light.

The "hissing" sound of high-frequency friction between the rubber particles and the sphere was endless. In the 20-square-meter space, the two figures turned into phantoms that kept turning back and forth.

During the third smash, Jianhua's racket edge rubbed the corner of the table.

The opposing player suddenly changed his line, and the ball lightly touched the net with a "tap", and passed through the net in a breathtaking moment!

Before the audience could even exclaim, Jianhua had already leapt to save the ball.

His fingertips brushed across the table, and the racket intercepted the ball thirty centimeters from the ground. "Bang!" The return hit the opponent's baseline with a spin, and the plastic sphere made a strange buzzing sound as it spun at high speed.

When the opponent retreated, his sneakers rubbed against the flooring, making a sharp "squeak", and then the silver-gray racket flashed like a knife and chopped the ball hard into Jianhua's blind spot.

When Jianhua saw the ball coming, he hit the ping-pong ball in his hand back with a "pop".

His movements were quick and decisive, and there was a crisp sound the moment the racket touched the ball.

The white ping-pong ball drew a beautiful arc in the air and flew towards the opponent's table with rotation.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, and some people even stood up unconsciously.

The audience below held their breath, their eyes following the small ball that shuttled back and forth across the table.

The elderly man watching the game in the front row adjusted his reading glasses and kept saying, "This game is more exciting than on TV!"

There were also boys in school uniforms who patted their friends on the shoulders excitedly: "Look at Jianhua's slice, the spin is amazing!"

At the same time, the commentator's voice came through the loudspeaker: "It's match point now, both players are showing their best skills!"

The audience was whispering to each other, some took out their mobile phones to record the video, and some clenched their fists nervously.

The spotlights on the top of the stadium illuminated the venue as bright as day, and sweat slid down Jianhua's cheeks.

His opponent took a quick step forward and smashed the ball hard.

There was a sudden gasp from the audience, and everyone craned their necks, waiting.

Jianhua's eyes were sharp, his legs were slightly bent, and the center of gravity of his body sank instantly.

He flicked his wrist and the racket cut the ball at an almost impossible angle, blocking it back at the critical moment!
The ping-pong ball flew past the edge of the net, bounced lightly on the opponent's table, and then fell rapidly.

The opponent tried hard to save the ball, but his racket barely touched the ball, but the return ball flew high.

"Bang!" The moment the ball landed, the whole stadium was boiling!
3:1
"Win! Jianhua won!" Deafening cheers broke out from the audience.

Some people jumped up excitedly, waving their mineral water bottles, splashing water everywhere;

Some people slapped their thighs and laughed from ear to ear: "Good boy! That backhand save is amazing!"

Even the usually calm commentator raised his voice: "Incredible! Jianhua completed a comeback in a desperate situation. This victory is a classic!"

Jianhua's hand holding the racket was trembling slightly, and sweat slid down his cheeks, flashing tiny lights in the sunlight.

He looked at the ball rolling across from him and felt a little dazed for a moment. This ball had been in a tug-of-war for a long time, but he actually won!

The player on the opposite side had a gloomy face. He glanced at Jianhua with a mixture of unwillingness and regret in his eyes.

As if to say: "He should have won this game!"

Next, Jianhua served. Jianhua's serve was fast and tricky. The ball bounced on the corner of the opponent's table and fell rapidly.

The opponent hurriedly returned the ball, which hit the net and bounced lightly on the table on Jianhua's side.

Jianhua was well prepared. He took a step forward, shook his wrist slightly, and delivered a beautiful lob.

The white ball drew a beautiful arc and went straight to the opponent's backhand blind spot.

The opponent hit the ball back, but it was high and floating.

Jianhua's eyes focused, and he seized the opportunity to jump high, and his right arm was drawn back like a full bow. "Snap!"

With a powerful smash, the ball hit the opponent's table like a meteor.

When the other player saw the ping-pong ball coming, he didn't hesitate at all. He felt that if he didn't play the game now, then when would he play?

He immediately held the table tennis racket tightly in his hand.

Then with a bang, he found the right opportunity and hit the ping-pong ball in his hand directly onto Jianhua's table.

I didn't expect he succeeded.

The score became 3:2
He caught up with one point.

He always feels the pressure doubled in this game.

Compared to the past, it is very, very difficult to play, after all, this round determines the promotion.

Therefore, the pressure is doubled.

But he still took a deep breath.

Wait calmly for your emotions to stabilize before starting to serve.

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