The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1361 You chase me
Inside the stadium, the air was filled with the mixed smell of rubber and sweat, and the audience in the stands held their breath.

Jianhua's racket still maintained a downward posture, and beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his tense jawline.

The opponent was already soaked in sweat, but there was a frightening fire burning in his narrow eyes.

Just three seconds ago, the tennis ball that seemed doomed to fail was saved by him in an almost self-destructive posture. The racket collided with the table with a dull "bang" sound, and his wrist joint was obviously twisted unnaturally.

The ping-pong ball left a shadow on the table, and Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted.

The friction between the rubber and the air made a sharp whistle.

boom!
Jianhua's horizontal blocking made his forearm numb.

boom!
The opponent almost fell to the ground when he sliced ​​the ball.

He saw the fine dimples on the surface of the ping-pong ball glittering under the light and heard the blood vessels in his temples throbbing.

When he made the last smash, he suddenly understood the obsessive light in the opponent's eyes. It was not a desire for victory, but a devotion to "possibility itself."

The crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground startled the whole audience.

The referee's raised arm was like a sword that cut through time and space, and the deformed ping-pong ball was lying quietly between two intersecting sweat stains.

8:8
The opponent's eyes briefly met Jianhua's before serving, it was the sharp gaze of a hunter locking onto his prey.

He gently tossed the ping-pong ball up with his left hand, and the yellow-white ball drew a blurry arc under the light. Jianhua noticed that the height of his toss was about two centimeters lower than usual, which was a dangerous signal.

When the ball fell to the same level as the net, his right hand holding the racket suddenly shook violently like a cobra striking.

The edge of the racket rubbed against the ball at an almost weird angle, and Jianhua heard a "hissing" sound of friction, which was like sandpaper scraping across glass quickly.

His wrist had a subtle lifting movement at the moment of touching the ball, the joint of his index finger turned white due to excessive force, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were like earthworms that suddenly woke up.

The ping-pong ball flew over the net with a strong side spin and made a crisp "click" sound when it hit the Jianhua table.

The trajectory of the bounce obviously shifted to the right, as if it was pulled by an invisible hand.

Jianhua stood in front of the ping-pong table, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He gripped the racket a little too tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.

When the opponent's ball came like a white lightning, he took a step forward almost as a conditioned reflex. The racket and the ping-pong ball collided with a crisp "bang" sound. The small ball drew a sharp arc and hit the opponent's corner of the table heavily.

The opponent's reaction was astonishingly fast.

He took a half step back with his left foot and swung his right hand like a whip. The moment the racket and the ball touched, a series of "bang bang bang" sounds were heard.

The ping-pong ball shuttled back and forth between the two people like a restless meteor.

The whispers in the audience gradually died down, and everyone stared at this stalemate showdown with bated breath.

"9:8!" The referee's voice sounded like a thunder.

Jianhua felt that the T-shirt on the back was completely stuck to his skin and it felt cold.

And I found that my heartbeat was so loud that it seemed to cover all the sounds in the venue.

He caught a glimpse of the bright red numbers on the scoreboard, and his hand holding the racket tightened unconsciously.

The opposing player is fanning himself gently with his racket at this moment, and his seemingly relaxed posture reveals his sharp spirit ready to strike.

Jianhua noticed his eyes, the focus like a hunter locking onto his prey, which made his temples throb.

The white light from the venue's ceiling lights suddenly became dazzling, and the stinging sensation of sweat sliding into his eyes forced him to blink quickly several times.

Jianhua took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and gently turned the racket in his hands, adjusting his grip.

The noise in the audience gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of my own rapid breathing and the pounding of my heart in my chest.

"Don't be impatient... Don't be impatient..." He muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on his opponent's movements.

The other player raised his lips slightly, as if he noticed Jianhua's nervousness.

He threw the ping-pong ball up, flicked his wrist, and sent a fast, spinning side-spin ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc and headed straight for the edge of Jianhua's table!

Jianhua's pupils shrank, and his body instinctively stepped sideways. The racket cut across at the last moment and "Snap!" The ball was barely blocked back, but the quality of the return ball was not high, and it drew a high parabola.

"Oh no!" Jianhua's heart sank.

Sure enough, the opponent player seized the opportunity, rushed forward, swung his arm like a whip, and made a fierce smash!

"boom--!"

The ping-pong ball hit Jianhua's table like a cannonball, and then bounced out fiercely.

"10:8!" the referee announced.

There was warm applause and cheers from the sidelines, and Jianhua stood there, his chest heaving violently and sweat dripping down his chin.

He gritted his teeth and gripped the racket tightly, but his eyes became more determined. The game was not over yet, and he would never give up easily!
Thinking that the opponent could win the game if they won two more goals, Jianhua began to take even deeper breaths.

His eyes became sharp again and he patted the racket gently, as if to cheer himself up.

"There's still a chance." He whispered to himself, bending down and getting ready to receive the serve.

The opponent sneered, tossed the ball, swung the racket, and hit a tricky backspin ball straight to Jianhua's backhand!
Jianhua had predicted this, and he quickly moved sideways, shook his wrist, and gently rubbed the racket, and the ping-pong ball drew a low arc and passed through the net!

"Tennis ball!" the audience exclaimed.

The opponent was caught off guard and barely rushed forward to save the ball, but the return ball was too high. Jianhua seized the opportunity and hit a violent loop ball, and the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's corner of the table like a cannonball.

The sidelines were instantly boiling with Jianhua fans waving their fists excitedly.

The opponent's face changed slightly, obviously not expecting Jianhua's counterattack to be so fierce.

Jianhua began to fight back, and at the same time his opponent's breathing became noticeably faster, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the edge of the table.

Jianhua caught this detail, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the other party's mentality began to relax.

"Snap!" The opponent hit a steady high ball, and the small white ball flew towards Jianhua's forehand corner with a slight sidespin.

Jianhua was well prepared. He took a cross step and arrived at the destination in a flash. He tensed his forearm muscles and exerted force suddenly at the highest point of the ball's bounce!

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball turned into a white afterimage and hit the center line of the opponent's table in a nearly straight trajectory, falling rapidly after landing.

The opponent blocked the ball hastily and it bounced high.

"Chance ball!" the coach on the sidelines shouted excitedly.

Jianhua's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he swung his right hand out with a thunderous smash!

"Bang!" The loud bang of the collision between the racket and the ball made the audience in the front row lean back subconsciously. The ping-pong ball exploded on the opponent's table, creating a trail of white smoke and bouncing towards the audience at an acute angle of nearly 70 degrees.

The whole stadium was boiling instantly! The opponent stared at his empty racket in a daze, while Jianhua maintained his cool posture after hitting the ball, with the tip of the racket still trembling slightly.

He slowly stood up, wiped the sweat from his chin with the hem of his jersey, and a determined smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The cheers from the audience rose one after another, but in his ears, the only thing in the world was the panicking opponent across the table and the ping-pong ball shining in the spotlight.

Jianhua took a deep breath and gently stroked the rough surface of the ping-pong ball with his fingertips.

Sweat slid down his temple, but he raised his hand to wipe it away when it was about to drip onto his eyelashes.

The moment he bent down, the stands suddenly became quiet.

The small white ball bounced twice in the palm of his hand and was thrown high into the air.

At the moment it reached the highest point, the edge of the racket brushed against the ball, making a very light "snapping" sound. The spinning ball drew a strange arc and suddenly fell when it passed the net, like a feather blown down by the wind.

When the opponent stumbled to save the ball, Jianhua had already predicted the landing point.

His muscle memory is faster than his mind.

When the crisp sound of the racket and ping-pong ball colliding exploded, the referee's whistle and the numbers on the electronic scoreboard jumped at the same time.

Jianhua looked at the ping-pong ball bouncing on the ground and suddenly found that his left hand was shaking uncontrollably.

It turns out that the "relaxation" just now was just a brief respite before the storm.

Jianhua's backhand shot drew a sharp arc, and the ping-pong ball flew across the net like a bullet.

The opponent player quickly turned sideways, took a step forward, and swung his racket to counterattack at the moment the ball was about to hit the ground.

The racket collided with the ball, making a crisp "pop" sound.

There was an exclamation in the audience.

The competition has entered a white-hot stage, with both sides fighting back and forth.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Jianhua's forehead, but his eyes remained focused and sharp.

He noticed that his opponent began to use forehand attacks more frequently, so he deliberately hit the ball to the opponent's backhand.

Sure enough, the quality of the opponent's backhand returns declined significantly.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, suddenly changed the rhythm, and made a beautiful shot that gently brushed the net.

The opponent was caught off guard and rushed forward to save the ball but it was too late. The ping-pong ball bounced twice on the table.

"Good shot!" The coach on the sidelines couldn't help but cheer.

Jianhua clenched his fists and secretly cheered himself up.

But the game was far from over. The opponent quickly adjusted his state and scored consecutively in the next service game.

The hall was filled with the crisp bouncing sounds of ping-pong balls. The two players moved quickly under the lights, and their sweat drew shining trails in the air.

The score was 10:9 and the game entered the most critical moment.

The entire stadium was silent. Everyone held their breath and stared at the small white ball that was bouncing rapidly on the table.

Jianhua took a deep breath, slightly adjusted the angle of his grip with his fingers, and kept his eyes fixed on his opponent's movements.

The opponent served the ball, a fast backspin ball going straight to Jianhua's backhand.

Jianhua was prepared. He flicked his wrist and used a light twist to hit the ball back to his opponent's forehand at a wide angle.

The opponent obviously did not expect this move and returned the ball hastily, but the ball bounced high, giving Jianhua an excellent attacking opportunity.

Jianhua's eyes flashed, his body leaned back slightly, and his arm swung out like a whip to slam dunk!
"Bang!" The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, and then bounced away.

The opponent didn't even have time to react and could only watch the ball fall to the ground.

There was a burst of warm cheers from the sidelines, and Jianhua's teammates jumped up excitedly.

But the game is not over yet, Jianhua knows that his opponent will never give up easily.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, adjusted his breathing, and prepared for the final battle.

The opponent's eyes suddenly became sharp. He slowly leaned over, gently stroking the rubber of the racket with his fingers, as if he was brewing the final killer move.

A very fast side-spin ball passed through the net like a ghost, drawing a strange arc on the table.

Jianhua's pupils shrank, his body leaned forward instinctively, and he shook his wrist suddenly and tore it with his backhand!
The ping-pong ball darted back to the opponent's table like a silver snake, but the opponent was prepared. He took a step forward and fired a forehand shot!

"Snapped!"

The ball came at him like lightning, and Jianhua almost moved sideways with muscle memory and blocked it with his backhand! The ball bounced high, and the opponent immediately jumped up, trying to smash it to end the game.

But Jianhua was waiting for this moment!
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he suddenly stepped back at the moment when his opponent swung his racket. The opponent's smash was powerful, but Jianhua had already predicted the landing point. At the moment the ball hit the table and bounced back, his arm was like a bow, and he made a textbook counter-pull!

The ping-pong ball drew an exaggerated arc. In the astonished eyes of the opponent, the ping-pong ball drew a strange arc on the table and flew almost along the sideline.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, but his body reacted instinctively. He took a step sideways, and his racket barely touched the ball at the last moment, picking up the falling white meteor again.

The moment the ball hit the net, a light "snap" sound was heard clearly in the quiet stadium. The audience erupted in suppressed exclamations, and some people stood up unconsciously.

The ball seemed to be under a spell, swaying over the net with a strong side spin, drawing an "S" shaped trajectory on the table.

The opponent's eyes followed the erratic white shadow, and sweat dripped down his temple.

The soles of his shoes rubbed against the rubber floor, making a harsh squeaking sound, and the whole person flew out almost parallel to the ground.

The racket intercepts the falling ping-pong ball at the critical moment, and gives it a more exaggerated rotation with a flip of the wrist.

The moment the ball hit the net post and bounced, the referee adjusted his glasses.

The opponent's racket almost flew out of his hand, drawing a silver parabola in the air.

The spinning white ball finally kissed his forehead gently, like a playful taunt, and then rolled silently onto the blue floor.

Amid the clattering sound of the scoreboard turning, Jianhua could hear his own violent heartbeat vibrating his eardrums.

The opposing player could feel the sweat on the back of his neck dripping onto his crimson uniform, leaving a darker mark.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc on the table and flew almost along the sideline.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, but his body reacted instinctively. He took a step sideways, and his racket barely touched the ball at the last moment, picking up the falling white meteor again.

The moment the ball hit the net, a slight "click" sound was heard, which could be heard clearly in the quiet stadium.

There was a suppressed exclamation from the audience, and some people stood up unconsciously.

Some people are watching to see who will win in the end.

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