Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 614: How to lose when flying dragon rides on the face? (Vote for the monthly ticket!)
“Damn it…”

Maori Kogoro gritted his teeth, his hair on his forehead soaked with sweat. He leaned over the pool table, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, his eyes like two burning torches, staring straight at Ayashiro Yukio across from him, his eyes full of unwillingness and resentment, "This little trick..."

A famous detective was actually tricked by such a small trick, which made him feel extremely aggrieved. It seemed as if there was a fire burning in his chest, but it was imprisoned by an invisible barrier and he had nowhere to vent. The resentment in his heart almost burst through his chest.

"Thank you, Kogoro!"

Ayashiro Yukio raised his chin slightly with a confident smile on his lips. That smile showed the pride of winning a crucial point, but also the respect for his opponent. He exuded the calmness and composure of a winner.

As he spoke, he gently shook his wrist to stretch his arm which was a little sore from hitting the ball just now, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

This evenly matched contest with Kogoro Mori made every cell in his body immersed in the passion of competition, and his whole body exuded the uplifting aura of a winner.

"..."

Seeing the excitement and pride on his face, Maori Kogoro felt more and more aggrieved. He clenched his teeth, his lips trembled slightly, and veins popped out on his forehead like angry little snakes. The hand holding the racket clenched unconsciously, and the knuckles turned white, as if he wanted to crush the innocent racket to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Dad, don't be discouraged! You can do it!"

When Mao Lilan saw her father like this, she felt heartbroken. She quickly clenched her hands together and placed them in front of her chest. Her white knuckles turned slightly white due to the force. She stared at her father without blinking. Her eyes were full of unconditional trust and encouragement, as if announcing to the world that her father was always the best and the failure at this moment was only temporary.

Bai Ye followed closely behind his girlfriend and cheered for his future father-in-law Maori Kogoro: "Uncle Maori, don't take it to heart. Let's get back at him in the next goal!"

Their words were like a flickering light of hope in the darkness, causing a warm current to surge in Kogoro Mori's heart. The warmth quickly spread throughout his body and rekindled the fire of fighting spirit deep in his heart that had been burning brightly but had become somewhat dim due to the recent defeat.

Looking at Ran Mouri, whose eyes were like the warmest sunshine in spring, trying to dispel the haze in his heart and give him the strength to cheer up again, and Bai Ye who was also cheering him on, Kogoro Mouri took a deep breath, his chest heaving high, and then slowly straightened up. He stretched out his hand and vigorously wiped the water droplets on his face mixed with sweat and regret.

With this action, his eyes gradually became firm and sharp, as if he had become a different person, regaining his high fighting spirit.

"Xingxiong, don't be too proud. This game isn't over yet."

Maori Kogoro tugged at his collar, his eyes lit with fighting spirit, "It's still unknown who will win!"

He gripped the racket tightly again, feeling the familiar texture and weight of the racket, as if he was holding his own courage and determination. He swore silently in his heart that he would never let his opponent score easily again. He must win the next game, defend his honor, and wash away all the previous humiliation.

Thinking of this, he slightly adjusted his position, his eyes fixed on Ayashiro Yukio opposite him, as if he wanted to accurately capture every subtle movement and every change in expression of the other party, to understand every calculation in the other party's mind, so as to avoid repeating the same mistakes.

Ayashiro Yukio raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised at Maori Kogoro's resurgence, but soon his mouth corners curled up with a confident arc, "Oh, then let me see what tricks you have!"

"Don't worry, I won't let you down!"

Kogoro Maori responded decisively, his voice revealing a momentum that should not be underestimated, as if he had completely recovered from the defeat just now and returned to his peak state.

After taking a deep look at Kogoro Mori, who was emitting a light that made people dare not look directly at him, and was as imposing as a rainbow, Ayashiro Yukio said nothing more. He just raised the corner of his mouth with a meaningful arc, and then threw the ball up lightly.

The next moment, his wrist turned nimbly, and the racket in his hand was like a flexible paintbrush, drawing a smooth and graceful arc in the air.

The ball was like an arrow shot from a bow, carrying with it a fierce momentum, and "whoosh" flew towards the direction of Kogoro Mori. The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see its trajectory.

"Humph, this kind of attack is useless to me!"

Maori Kogoro snorted coldly, squatted slightly, and bent his knees, like a spring ready to go. Then, he exerted force with his arms, and the racket was swung out with a thunderous force, making a whirring sound and hitting the ball accurately.

The ball bounced back at a faster speed and flew towards Ayashiro Yukio's court with a spinning trajectory.

Faced with such a fierce counterattack from Kogoro Mori, Ayashiro Yukio smiled slightly, not panicking at all. He just stood firmly in place, then gently lifted the racket, and the ball flew towards Kogoro Mori again.

However, this time the ball was no longer the straight fast ball as before, but had a strong downward spin and a strange trajectory.

Kogoro Mori's eyes narrowed, and a hint of vigilance flashed in them.

He knew very well that this kind of ball was not easy to handle, and if he was not careful he would fall into a passive position and repeat his previous mistakes, but at this moment he had no way out.

Because behind him are his daughter Xiaolan's eyes full of expectation and trust, and his future son-in-law Bai Ye's eyes of firm support. He cannot afford to lose, and must not lose.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, leaned forward slightly, bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and tensed all the muscles in his body, like a beast ready to go, ready to meet this severe challenge.

When the ball flew in front of him, he jumped suddenly, his body leaped high, and drew an arc in the air.

At the same time, his arm muscles tensed and the racket hit the bottom of the ball hard.

With a dull thud, the ball flew toward the opponent's court with a strong topspin, and the topspin force made the trajectory of the ball even more unpredictable.

Ayashiro Yukio frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Kogoro Mori could resolve his backspin ball so skillfully. This made him pay more attention to his opponent and his fighting spirit became stronger.

After all, a match where both teams are evenly matched is interesting, isn't it?
Thinking of this, he quickly adjusted his posture, moved his feet flexibly, and then swung his racket violently.

The next moment, the ball flew towards Kogoro Mori's blind spot like a bullet with a sharp whistling sound.

The angle was so tricky that it gave Kogoro Mori almost no chance to react.

However, Kogoro Mori, who was only interested in winning the game, reacted very quickly. The moment the ball flew over, he quickly moved his feet, twisted his body quickly, stretched his arms, and hit the ball accurately with the racket, sending the ball flying to the opponent's court again.

This time, the return was a perfect combination of strength and skill. The ball was faster and spun more strongly, which made even a strong player like Ayashiro Yukio feel the huge pressure. The two of them went back and forth, and the ball flew in the air, getting faster and faster, and the rotation became stronger and stronger.

The audience was attracted by this exciting match and watched the game nervously, holding their breath.

Kogoro Mori became more and more courageous as the battle went on, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

He was no longer troubled by the recent defeat, but devoted himself to the game.

Ayashiro Yukio was not to be outdone, he still had a confident smile on his face, but there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

He knew that Kogoro Mori had regained his form and the game would become more difficult.

However, if his old classmate thought that he could defeat him in this way, he was very wrong!
Ayashiro Yukio raised his head and glanced at Mori Kogoro, then threw the ball lightly, shook his wrist quickly, and hit a high-speed spinning ball.

The ball drew an incredible "S"-shaped trajectory on the table, like a nimble little snake, winding forward, making it hard to predict.

Kogoro Mori was concentrating, his eyes fixed on the flying ball.

The moment the ball bounced, he swung the racket violently in one smooth movement, with the power flowing from the soles of his feet through his body, to his arms, and finally converging on the racket.

"Snap!" A crisp sound of hitting the ball instantly broke the tense silence. The ping-pong ball shot towards the blind corner of the table of Ayashiro Yukio like an arrow from a bow with a sharp momentum. The speed was so fast that people almost had no time to blink.

"nice shot!"

A deafening cheer broke out from the crowd, and everyone applauded and cheered for Kogoro Mori's wonderful move. The voices rose one after another, pushing the atmosphere on the scene to a climax.

However, in the face of Kogoro Mori's perfect goal, Yukio Ayashiro seemed unusually calm, and still had that calm smile on his face.

He was not in a hurry, but moved quickly and reached the best position to receive the ball in an instant.

Then, he lightly lifted the racket at an extremely strange angle. The seemingly understated action actually contained profound skills and precise calculations.

"Uh-huh!"

The ping-pong ball drew a stunning arc in the air and flew out along the sideline at an angle that was so tricky that it was astonishing.

Kogoro Mori reacted quickly and tried his best to save the ball.

But unfortunately, it was still half a beat too late. The ball lightly brushed the net with a hint of playfulness, then bounced on Maori Kogoro's table, and finally rolled weakly to the ground.

"The game is over! 5:4, Ayashiro wins!" Nakamichi Kazushi's voice echoed in the billiard room.

For a moment, the entire billiard room fell into a brief silence, as everyone seemed to be still immersed in the exciting game just now and could not come back to their senses. After a brief silence, thunderous applause rang out. This applause was both a recognition of Ayashiro Yukio's wonderful skills and a tribute to this wonderful game.

"Very good, I win this round again!"

Ayashiro Yukio put down his racket, his face filled with the joy of victory. He walked quickly towards Maori Kogoro, stretched out his hand, and said sincerely: "But, Kogoro, this game was really exciting. I admire your strength!"

It has to be said that in this game, every ball passed back and forth, every time the score rose, made him play with extra excitement, and it seemed as if the blood in his body was still boiling because of this fierce battle.

——In this contest, he and Kogoro Mori refused to give in to each other. They put all their strength into every shot, every save showed their tenacity, and every attack was full of wisdom. This feeling of meeting a worthy opponent made him completely immersed in the charm of table tennis.

Sure enough, having a good opponent is far more exciting than those mediocre ones who can be easily defeated.

Maori Kogoro was breathing heavily, with beads of sweat on his forehead, which slowly slid down his cheeks. Although there was a hint of disappointment on his face that was hard to conceal, after all, he missed the victory, but he still reached out his hand calmly, tightly holding the hand of Ayashiro Yukio, with the corners of his mouth raised, and responded with a smile: "Yes, I haven't had such a good fight for a long time, congratulations, Yukio!"

Although they accidentally lost the game, at this moment, victory or defeat is no longer important. What is important is this exciting duel and the friendship between the two that still shines brightly and never fades after years.

A gleam of determination flashed in Maori Kogoro's eyes. That light was hot and bright, like a burning flame, revealing his inner fighting spirit: "But, next time, I will definitely win back!"

"Then I'll wait and see!" Ayashiro Yukio laughed heartily, and his laughter filled the entire hall. He patted Maori Kogoro's shoulder vigorously, "When the time comes, I will definitely go all out, and we will have another more exciting duel!"

Maori Kogoro also laughed, his eyes full of confidence, as if he was already looking forward to the next fight, "Don't worry, I will make sure you enjoy the fight! I won't let you down!"

"Hahaha……"

The two men smiled at each other, and the tension and tension in the game just now disappeared in an instant, leaving only respect for each other and the aftertaste of the game.

Mao Lilan, who had been watching the battle from the side, walked forward silently with a sweet smile on her face and handed over a towel. Seeing the fighting spirit still burning in the eyes of the two elders, she couldn't help but smile.

She knew in her heart that this table tennis match was probably just the beginning of a new round of competition.

However, it's good this way, as it will give my dad more fighting spirit, so that he doesn't spend every day lying at home drinking and watching TV, or going out to bet on horses, living a muddle-headed life.

The billiard room was bustling with laughter and celebrations, and everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere brought by the billiards.

At this moment, Omura Jun stood up alone and walked towards the door. His action was a little abrupt and out of place with the lively scene around him.

Nakamichi Kazushi, who was sitting near the door, noticed Omura Jun's movements, his face full of confusion, and he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)