Table tennis: Swinging the racket billions of times, achieving a grand slam

Chapter 42 [042] I won that game! (Please read on)
He scored this goal with absolute crushing momentum and domineering power.

Morale boosted.

However, Xie Mingyang did not shout like Ding Xiaowei, but clenched his fists silently.

His eyes became more determined: "Yes, that's how we should fight."

On the contrary, his coach, standing on the sidelines, clenched his fists, jumped high, and roared at Xie Mingyang's back: "Cuo Le-Cuo!"

Coach Liu took the opportunity when Ding Xiaowei came over to pick up the ball to applaud and console him: "It's okay, follow your own rhythm, don't mess around, come on!"

"Ah."

Ding Xiaowei nodded.

His eyes turned, and he subconsciously tried to search for the familiar figure in the crowd.

However, it could not be found.

The next game was between Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao. Chen Jin had already called the fat boy Anyang to go to the next table to warm up and practice.

So I didn't watch the game from the sidelines.

"What about others?"

For some reason, Ding Xiaowei felt a little empty in his heart.

Fortunately, Ouyang Liangqin and others were standing outside the field, giving him thumbs up and cheering him on.

Let Ding Xiaowei feel a little relieved.

Take a deep breath.

Ding Xiaowei quickly calmed himself down from the defeat he had just experienced.

The goal just now was indeed a bit demoralizing for him.

"Compared to the Youth Championship, Xie Mingyang seems to have improved again."

“Not only is the explosive power greater, but the chance of getting on stage is also much higher.”

"If you just slice the ball and play passive defense, it will be hard to beat him."

"We must be more proactive!"

Think of this.

Ding Xiaowei has already thought about the tactics and playing style for the next goal.

After smashing the ping-pong ball in his hand to the ground a few times, Ding Xiaowei jumped on the spot, making a "hohohaha" sound from his mouth.

He turned his head and looked at Xie Mingyang.

Seeing that the opponent was ready to receive the serve, he lowered his body and served the ball.

"boom!"

Ding Xiaowei suddenly stepped on the ground with his right foot and used a hook shot to send a short sideways ball.

Xie Mingyang hit the opponent's small triangle on the left half of the table with his forehand.

Almost hit Ding Xiaowei.

Fortunately, Ding Xiaowei moved quickly and easily scooped up the ball.

The return ball had a strong side spin and landed on Xie Mingyang's backhand.

I originally thought that Xie Mingyang would use a backhand pass to deal with this ball.

After all, Xie Mingyang's position at this time was still near the center line.

Backhand serve is definitely the best choice.

But unexpectedly.

Xie Mingyang slid and quickly turned sideways, and appeared on the left side of the table.

With a "pop" sound, the board exploded without mercy.

The ping-pong ball flies straight to the opponent's backhand baseline.

The angle was so big and the speed was so fast that Ding Xiaowei didn't even have time to run to make up for the position. He could only barely reach out to grab the ball and cut it.

No near misses.

At least the ball was saved.

However, both the landing point and the arc were not ideal.

"Chance ball!"

There was a sharp light flashing in his eyes, how could Xie Mingyang miss it easily.

Lower your waist and raise your hips, then swing your arms and racket.

The racket in his hand was like a flying knife, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball was like the Italian cannon that hit the wall of Ping'an County, bursting out decisively towards Ding Xiaowei's forehand diagonal shot.

No one can describe the speed of this ball, and no one can describe the power of this ball.

It seemed as if nothing in the world could stop this ball.

"Wow~"

Some people outside the venue were already preparing to applaud and cheer to congratulate Xie Mingyang.

But, what was unexpected was.

Ding Xiaowei actually did it!

The moment he barely saved the ball, he realized that what he was about to face was Xie Mingyang's charge filled with endless murderous intent.

even.

He predicted the landing point in advance.

He pushed off the ground with his left foot suddenly, and his body bounced up like a cheetah. With incredible speed, he stepped side by side and flew to the forehand position.

at the same time.

Ding Xiaowei had already turned the board over and used the anti-glue to force the ball back.

However, the landing point and arc were worse than before, just in the forehand position of Xie Mingyang.

"Can this be rescued?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Xie Mingyang's eyes, then disappeared in an instant.

Instead, there is the intention to kill.

"But it's over."

Xie Mingyang didn't hesitate at all and charged forward again.

This time, the landing angle was very tricky.

It flew out almost sticking to Ding Xiaowei's forehand half-table triangle.

Ding Xiaowei leaped forward in an extremely exaggerated posture.

Pull the ball back again.

more importantly.

This ball has a low arc and strong side spin.

Xie Mingyang was unable to pull back.

He was forced to just suck the ball lightly, and the landing point was perfect.

On the center line of the table on Ding Xiaowei's side.

Although he failed to absorb two jumps, Ding Xiaowei was thousands of miles away and there was no way he could save him...

Just as Xie Mingyang was thinking this.

Sudden.

A flower in front of you.

A figure flashed by.

Ding Xiaowei actually ran back and used his long rubber backhand to cut the ball steadily.

No!

Didn’t this guy just use flash?
No cooldown time?
Such a swift pace made Xie Mingyang, who was usually calm, a little uneasy.

For a moment, I was at a loss as to what to do.

It's too late to pull back.

Xie Mingyang could only rub the board once to transition, adjust the rhythm, and then organize the attack.

however.

Ding Xiaowei's ball was hit with long rubber, and it was both spinning and floating.

This caused Xie Mingyang to misjudge the rotation.

"laugh!"

The return ball went into the net.

2: 1.

Ding Xiaowei scored this point and his morale suddenly soared.

"Cuo Le!"

His roar resounded once again in the training hall.

Even people who don't know much about football can see the thrill of this goal.

Xie Mingyang's explosive charge was full of murderous intent, repeatedly forcing Ding Xiaowei into desperate situations.

However, Ding Xiaowei escaped danger with his amazing pace and finally scored the goal.

"Fuck, this shot made my blood boil, one climax after another."

"Ding Xiaowei's pace is amazing, it's like he's on fire."

"What I didn't expect the most was that a slicer could save the day by hitting the backhand."

"The counterattack in the middle... This reminds me of Zhu Shihe back then."

……

There was thunderous applause outside the venue.

Everyone was still immersed in the excitement and thrill of the goal that had just happened, and they were still not satisfied and were talking about it.

"nice shot!"

Wang Liqin couldn't help but applaud Ding Xiaowei, "This goal reminded me of the game I played against that old friend in 09."

"Year 09?"

Wang Hao recalled, "Kuwait Open?"

"..."

Wang Liqin was very upset, "I won the game."

"Oh oh oh."

Wang Hao quickly corrected, "Qatar Open."

"Yes."

Wang Liqin's face once again showed a smile of reminiscence, "That game... was in Qatar, not Kuwait... The ball that Zhu Shihe and I played in the first game was almost exactly the same as theirs."

"So, you also lost the same ball?"

Wang Hao smiled.

"..."

Beautiful memories shattered in an instant.

Wang Liqin turned around and glared at Wang Hao, wishing he could sew his mouth shut. "That match... Qatar Open, I beat Zhu Shihe 4-2!"

"I won, OK?"

(End of this chapter)