The big devil in table tennis

5:4
Seeing this score, Jianhua smiled happily.

There were still beads of sweat on his forehead, and a large area of ​​the back of his white sportswear was soaked, but his eyes were shining with confidence.

The numbers on the scoreboard were particularly eye-catching in the sunlight, and the breeze blew past, causing the net to sway gently.

He wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand. The rubber court still had traces of friction from the fierce attack just now.

The sporadic applause in the audience gradually died down, and everyone held their breath waiting for this crucial serve.

Jianhua took a deep breath and tapped the yellow ball on the ground twice. The rubber made a crisp "tapping" sound when it collided with the ground.

Then hold the ball high in the air and prepare to serve.

He leaned forward slightly and threw the ball into the air with his left hand. At the moment the ball reached the highest point, the racket in his right hand drew a sharp arc.

The ping-pong ball bounced rapidly on the table, making a crisp "bang bang" sound and drawing a sharp arc.

The opponent's eyes fixed, and his feet moved quickly, with the soles of his shoes rubbing against the floor making a harsh sound.

He rushed to the front of the table, and at the moment the ball was about to hit the ground for the second time, he shook his wrist suddenly, and the racket cut a beautiful spin ball at a nearly vertical angle.

The white ball flew over the net with a strong backspin, making a whooshing sound in the air.

At this moment, the entire stadium seemed to be still, and the only sound could be heard was the buzzing sound of the air-conditioning vents mixed with the sudden inhalation sound from the audience.

The referee adjusted his glasses, leaned forward and stared at the white line. Whether this extreme save was effective would be decided in the next second.

The ping-pong ball was like a flash of white lightning, hitting the table with a strong spin.

The opponent gritted his teeth and swung his racket at the critical moment, and there was a crisp "pop" sound when the racket collided with the ball.

However, the angle of the return shot was too tricky, and the ball bounced high along the top of the net, and finally hit the edge of Jianhua with a "bang".

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc on the table, and Jianhua's heavy smash hit the opponent's table with a sound of breaking through the air.

There was a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. He used all his strength in this shot and the ball went so fast that it almost left an afterimage.

However, the opponent's mouth curled up slightly, as if he had expected this move.

He just tilted his body slightly, flipped his wrist lightly, and made a clever slice at the moment the ball bounced. The ping-pong ball immediately changed its trajectory and flew towards Jianhua's backhand with a strong spin.

"Oops!" Jianhua thought to himself and stepped forward to save the ball. His racket barely touched the ball, but the opponent's spin was too strong and the return ball bounced high.

The opponent seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and smashed the ball hard onto Jianhua's table.

"Bang!" The ping-pong ball exploded on the table with a crisp sound and then bounced out of the court.

The referee announced loudly: "5 to 5!"

The audience on the sidelines exclaimed, some applauded the wonderful attack, while others shook their heads regretfully for Jianhua.

The opponent wiped the sweat from his forehead, gave Jianhua a meaningful smile, and slowly walked towards the serving area.

He gently tossed the ping-pong ball up, and as the ball fell, he shook his wrist and served the ball with a strange spin.

Jianhua gripped the racket tightly, his eyes becoming more focused.

He took a deep breath and concentrated on judging the rotation and landing point of the ball.
He keenly realized that this was a short ball with strong backspin, and immediately adjusted his stance, leaning forward slightly.

At the moment the ball hit the table, Jianhua shook his wrist and lightly lifted the ball with extremely light force. The ball drew a low arc, just passed the net and landed near the net on the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously did not expect Jianhua to handle the serve so delicately. He rushed forward to save the ball, but the quality of his return was not high and was slightly high.

Jianhua seized the opportunity and attacked sideways without hesitation, and a sharp forehand loop ball whizzed out!

The ping-pong ball hits the opponent's table like a cannonball with strong topspin.

The opponent barely blocked it.

The moment the ball hit Jianhua's table, warm applause broke out from the sidelines.

The atmosphere of the game became increasingly tense, and both sides understood that every subsequent point could determine the outcome of the game.

Jianhua gently weighed the ball in his palm twice, his eyes calm and focused.

He decided to change his strategy and serve an unexpected counter-spin ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc in the air, seemingly flying towards the opponent's forehand position, but suddenly turned towards the backhand small triangle area the moment it landed on the table.

The opponent was obviously confused by this serve.

"6:5!"

There was warm applause from the sidelines, and Jianhua's fans waved towels and cheered loudly.

The opponent wiped the sweat off his face, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

He bent down to tie his shoelaces and took the opportunity to take a deep breath to adjust his state.

When serving again, Jianhua chose the same landing point, but this time added a stronger side spin.

The opponent was prepared. He took a step forward and used his backhand to tear a straight line off the board.

The ping-pong ball flew across the net like lightning and headed straight for Jianhua's forehand corner.

Jianhua moved quickly with a cross step, and at the moment the ball was about to fly out of bounds, he stretched his body completely and lifted the ball high.

Upon seeing this, the opponent immediately rushed to the front, wanting to hit the ball with one shot, but at the moment of hitting the ball, he found that the high ball had a strong backspin, and as soon as the racket touched the ball, the ball hit the net straight away.

7:5
The opponent swung his racket in frustration and signaled to the referee for a timeout.

Jianhua walked back to the rest area, and the coach immediately handed him a towel and water, and whispered to him, "Stay focused, he's in a mess now, keep using spin to control the rhythm."

Jianhua nodded, his eyes never leaving his opponent.

The timeout ends and the game continues.

Jianhua's serve became noticeably faster, with a ball traveling at over 100 kilometers per hour heading straight for the opponent's backhand.

The opponent player responded calmly and blocked the ball back steadily.

In the following rounds, the ping-pong ball flew back and forth on the table, and the audience's heads swayed left and right following the trajectory of the ball. The only sounds on the scene were the rackets hitting the ball and footsteps.
Jianhua seized the opportunity, suddenly changed the line, and made a fierce forehand shot that hit the opponent's forehand corner.

The opponent player barely took a step forward to save the ball, and his racket just barely touched the ball, and the return ball bounced high.

"Good opportunity!" the coach on the sidelines couldn't help but shout.

Jianhua's eyes focused, and he caught the half-high ball, and all his strength burst out instantly. He pushed off the ground, turned his waist, and swung his arms out like a whip.

"Snapped!"

A powerful smash hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

When the other player saw the ping pong ball coming towards him, he immediately comforted himself in his heart: "I can do it, it's no problem, I will definitely win!"

He took a deep breath, stared at the white arc, squatted slightly, and held the racket tighter in his hand.

Just as the ball was about to hit the table, he suddenly realized that the return shot had a strong side spin.

His heart skipped a beat, but he immediately encouraged himself: "Hold on! I've practiced this kind of ball countless times!" He subconsciously adjusted the angle of his wrist and changed the way he caught the ball at the last moment.

The moment the racket touched the ping-pong ball, he felt the force of the rotation, but still relied on muscle memory to complete the counterattack.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience. This ball that seemed to be about to be lost was saved by him with a beautiful move, and it drew a strange zigzag line and flew towards the opponent's open space.

He heard his own heart beating like a drum, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose: See, I told you I can do it!
Jianhua obviously didn't expect that the ball could be rescued. He rushed forward in a hurry and barely lifted the ball high.

The ping-pong ball drew a high arc and flew towards his half of the court as if in slow motion.

His eyes lit up.

"I'm sure to get this point!"

He roared in his heart, all the muscles in his body tensed instantly, he took a half step back, gathered strength with his right arm, grabbed the ball at the highest point of its fall, and slammed it down!
"Bang!" The ping-pong ball hit the Jianhua table like a bullet, and then bounced quickly into the distance.

Jianhua didn't even have time to react before the ball flew out of bounds.

7:6
"Beautiful!" The coach on the sidelines excitedly punched the air. He clenched his fist and swung it hard in the air, his chest surging with blood and confidence. The tension and hesitation just now were swept away, replaced by a burning fighting spirit.

"Come again!" He stared at Jianhua, his eyes as sharp as a knife, thinking in his heart: He must win this round!
Jianhua saw the confidence in the opponent's eyes, which made him immediately cautious.

Next it was the opponent's turn to serve, and he hit the ping-pong ball in his hand with a bang.

Jianhua's eyes followed the white arc closely, and the racket felt slightly hot in his palm.

He was keenly aware that the serve had a strong side spin, and the corner of his opponent's mouth on the other side of the table was already raised with a confident smile.

“It’s reverse rotation!”

In a flash, Jianhua suddenly changed the angle of his grip and shook his wrist deftly.

There was a crisp "pop" sound when the racket touched the ping-pong ball. The ball, which was supposed to fly out of bounds, drew a strange zigzag line and fell along the edge of the table.

The audience burst into exclamations.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this move, and his movements were distorted when he hurriedly returned the ball.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and used his signature move, with the ball hitting the opponent's corner like silver lightning.

The opposing players also began to compete with Jianhua.

"Bang bang bang——"

The ping-pong ball drew silver-white tracks on the dark green table, and the crisp sound of the impact was as precise as a second hand.

Under the fluorescent light, the sphere refracted a colorful halo as it rotated, like a miniature neon ball jumping back and forth between the two people.

The opponent player suddenly lowered his center of gravity and made a backhand slice.

The moment the white ball brushed past the net, it strangely changed its direction of rotation and fell towards the corner of the table with a spiral airflow.

The audience erupted in cheers, and the live camera captured the tiny static sparks generated by high-speed friction on the surface of the sphere.

"Well done!"

His entire body stretched out almost parallel to the ground, and he chopped the ball with his right racket at a 45-degree angle. At the moment when the ball was about to touch the table for the second time, the orange rubber and the ball completed 0.01 seconds of contact, and the return ball turned into a stream of molten gold.

The commentator suddenly raised his voice: "This is Jianhua's original technology! The instantaneous shaking of the wrist makes the ball produce compound rotation."

Jianhua's eyes focused, and he quickly took a step sideways, and the racket drew a sharp arc in the air.

Just as the ping-pong ball was about to bounce for the second time, he shook his wrist violently and the racket hit the bottom of the ball at a nearly vertical angle.

"Swish--" The ping-pong ball crossed the net with a strong backward spin, lightly touched the opponent's table, and fell rapidly along the net bag.

The opponent player rushed forward to save the ball, but the racket just brushed past the ball, and the small white ball rolled down the net rope and fell to the ground as if it was cast by magic.

"Good shot!" Cheers erupted from the sidelines. The referee raised his right hand: "8 to 6, Jianhua wins!"

The opposing player stared at the glaring "8:6" on the scoreboard, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the racket.

It was obvious that the net ball just now had a chance to equalize the score. He shook his sweat-soaked bangs in annoyance.

The coach's shouting on the sidelines mixed with the audience's cheers, buzzing in my ears.

"There's still a chance!" He slapped his cheeks hard and got into position to catch the ball again.

The ball hit by Jianhua drew a sharp arc. His pupils suddenly shrank, his calf muscles instantly tensed up, and he rushed forward in one step.

The crisp sound of the racket and the ping-pong ball colliding was particularly clear in the venue. He felt the vibration from the base of his thumb, but ignored his numb wrist and focused his attention on the white ball spinning across the net.

The opponent followed the trajectory of the ball with sharp eyes.

He leaned forward slightly, adjusting his steps flexibly, ready to meet Jianhua's next counterattack at any time.

The moment the ball bounced on the table, he suddenly exerted force, shook his wrist, and hit a tricky diagonal ball. The ball flew past the corner and left a blurry afterimage on the table.

The spectators on the sidelines held their breath, their eyes fixed on the fast-spinning ping-pong ball.

Jianhua reacted very quickly. He slid sideways and accurately hit the ball with his racket, returning it like lightning straight to the opponent's backhand.

The opponent player growled, and his body moved as fast as a cheetah. He hit the ball with a backhand and it hit the table like a cannonball.

The ball was so powerful that it almost hit the sideline. Jianhua tried to block it, but the ball was slightly too high.

The opponent's eyes flashed, and he jumped up without hesitation, gathering all his strength in his arms and making a fierce smash.

"Snapped!"

The ball hit the table heavily and then bounced out of the court like a meteor.

"8:7!" the referee announced loudly.

The opposing player clenched his fists and growled, the unwillingness in his eyes turning into a raging fighting spirit.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and stood still again.

Jianhua narrowed his eyes slightly and gently stroked the rubber of the racket with his fingertips.

He noticed that his opponent's breathing was a little rapid and his shoulders rose and fell slightly with his panting, which was a sign that his physical strength was beginning to be overdrawn.

"Pah, pah, pah."

The opposing player calmly flicked the ping-pong ball three times on the table, and suddenly shook his wrist and served a very short tennis ball.

The ball passed over the net like a dragonfly skimming the water and lightly bounced on the opponent's table.

The opponent player was caught off guard and hurriedly stepped forward, but could only barely pick up the ball in a hurry.

The return ball was high and floating. Jianhua had been waiting for it for a long time. He stepped back half a step, and his right arm gathered power like a fully drawn bowstring.

"boom!"

A powerful smash hit the opponent's forehand corner. The ping-pong ball exploded on the table with a crisp sound, and turned into a white rainbow that penetrated into the blind corner at the edge of the court.

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