Ping Pong Life

Chapter 106-Awakening
Even Fan Xiaoxian felt something was wrong at this moment, squeezed over and said, "Geng Shuai, don't say that."

"That's what I said!"

Geng Shuai's temper was particularly hot today, he looked at Gao Ming viciously, raised a hand high up, almost as if he wanted to slap him, and dropped it hard.

Gao Ming closed his eyes and waited for the hot blow on his face, but finally the palm landed on his shoulder, with such force that he directly bared his mouth and let out a "ha" as if he was afraid of being burned.

Half of his body was numb from the beating, and he was a little bit sober because of this. He opened his eyes in astonishment, and looked at the face that was close at hand.

This face is usually swollen, with the smell of alcohol and smoke, but he can't remember from which day, this face has never been swollen. At this time, when he looked at it closely, his face was radiant and full of fighting spirit, very similar to It was the same as the day I first came to the club, full of longing.

Instead, it was me, who now seemed to have become Brother Geng back then, like a walking dead.

"Can you act like a man?"

Geng Shuai scolded Gao Ming's face, spraying all the saliva on his face: "Are you here to play ball or to be funny? Didn't you practice well in Jiangcheng? Even Wang Chao's ball You can catch it, why can't you catch Sun Yuanqiang's ball? Why don't you dare to catch it?"

"Are you afraid of death? Can he kill you?"

"Oh, no, it's your turn to catch Li Huashan's ball in the second game."

"But what's the matter? Li Huashan serves like a pile of shit. In fact, Sun Yuanqiang also serves like a pile of shit. I'm on a horse... Ever since I saw Wang Chao's serve, I feel that everyone else's serve is like a pile of shit. shit."

"Are you a horse... Are you afraid of serving like a pile of shit? What are you afraid of? You are a man who can see through 80.00% of Wang Chao's fake moves!"

"Even a rotten person like me can cheer up, you are on a horse...what are you doing?"

Brother Geng, who has been bad for a long time, showed extra positive energy today, even though a lot of "a pile of shit" still exposed his vulgarity in his bones.

But Fan Xiaoxian was not angry, instead he nodded repeatedly beside him: "That's right, Gao Ming, are you even afraid of a pile of shit?"

Tian Zhengguang also grinned, and clenched his fist as big as a sandbag: "This is the doubles opportunity I gave you, Gao Ming, if you lose, I will beat you."

Wang Chao stood aside with a strange expression.

He knew that everyone was using strong medicine to treat serious illnesses, but he wasn't sure if it was working.

Treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor...

Gao Ming's face turned red like a pig's liver, and he didn't know whether he was angry or strangled by his collar. He pulled hard on his collar which was being held by brother Geng to prevent himself from suffocating, struggling and said: " Okay, then I... I... I will try my best!"

At this time, the sound of the referee blowing the whistle sounded in the field, and it was the beginning of the second round.

Geng Shuai finally let go of his hand.

Gao Ming gasped for breath, his brain was buzzing even more because his neck was strangled for too long, but this ischemic state like a strenuous exercise gave him a wonderful experience of the feeling he had during the special training.

He mustered up the last remaining courage in his body, grabbed Wang Chao's arm, and said sincerely: "Wang Chao, the next game is the second round... Even if the second round is lost, there is still a chance for the second to chase the third... ..."

Wang Chao blinked, not quite understanding what Gao Ming wanted to express.

"I mean..." Gao Ming gritted his teeth, with a dark light shining in his eyes, his voice was soft but firm: "This round, you don't need to rush... Let me try it head-on, whether I can take it or not. Catch their ball."

"I'm not just talking about their serve, but their offense!"

……

The second inning kicked off under the eyes of the crowd.

The home fans, who had been silent for four or 10 minutes, began to shout wildly and fly banners, suppressing the small group of away fans organized by Luo Xiaoyu into silence.

They are looking forward to Jingyuewan's victory in this doubles, blowing the clarion call for a comprehensive counterattack.

"Theoretically speaking, Jingyuewan has a very high possibility of allowing the second to chase the third, because Geng Shuai and Gao Ming will play in the last two games of Spade Q, and it is definitely useless to play singles, so if Spade Q wants to win, it must be consecutive. Three wins, this doubles has to be won."

Brother Da Ma looked sad and angry, "But this Gao Ming is here to make a joke, he can't do anything, why don't you just go to Tiantian to win glory? You can also go to Lujia, this person... this person ...My God, is there any hope in this man?"

"Dear audience, I didn't mean to insult him. You can also see that this man, his forehand is weak, his backhand is weak, his footsteps are loose, his reaction is slow, and none of his movements are decent! Just rely on him? How can he compete with the shaved boy? Compete in the same field? Be his dream!"

Then Brother Da Ma hurriedly covered his mouth and let go weakly: "Oh, no one should have screened those words just now, right? I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't control my temper well. As a well-known network anchor, I should guide positive energy , should not lead everyone to blatantly abuse any professional player online, so, so, so if any of you want to fight against this Gao Ming, you are here to bite me!"

Brother Da Ma is actually a very modest and gentle person, and he has always spoken cautiously. He is afraid of being screenshotted and recorded ghost videos or making fire everywhere. He behaved so presumptuously and hotly today. It can only be said that he is really angry.

This is called the depth of love and responsibility. As a fan of the shaved boy, his vision is better than that of ordinary audiences. He also saw the real situation of the first round. He only felt that the shaved boy was brilliant. The dog is gone.

According to the rules, in the second game of doubles, compared with the first game, the relationship between receiving and serving has to be changed, so in the end Li Huashan serves and Gao Ming receives the ball.

Li Huashan directly stole the long.

He and Sun Yuanqiang have been partners for a long time, and they have a good understanding. In the first game, it was obvious that the opponent's mentality had gone wrong. Not absolute rigor, but variety and surprise.

To put it simply, it is to mess with the other party's mentality and make the other party's already scattered mentality completely collapse.

Stealing long is in line with the strategy at this time.

If the opponent can't catch it, he can score directly.

If the opponent catches it, they will inevitably be unable to play short because the ball is too heavy, so I just lead the situation into a duel between the two sides. Once the duel is drawn, Gao Ming will give it for nothing.

He thought beautifully.

However, just as the ball left the racket, Gao Ming suddenly turned sideways, raised the racket and slapped it towards him.

The ball was not drawn very well, because the force was average and the angle was average.

But this ball was absolutely unexpected, not to mention that Sun Yuanqiang didn't catch the ball in time, even Wang Chao was taken aback for a moment.

How long has it been since he saw Gao Ming hit the ball?

In an instant, the ball flew off the table and landed on the ground with a "pop". The referee blew his whistle and turned the scoreboard over.

Spades lead q1:0, this is definitely an accident that no one expected.

Gao Ming has no time to rejoice.

He's doing his best to find form.

At that moment just now, the scene of him practicing with Wang Chao at the spade q training base in Jiangcheng city three days ago suddenly flashed through his mind.

That day he was thrown into a daze by Wang Chao's serve, and he felt nauseated all day long, but at a certain moment, he suddenly felt lucky, and predicted that Wang Chao was going to steal a long shot, so he turned evil to the side, and directly turned sideways and hit the ball. This left Wang Chao completely blank.

He still remembers Wang Chao's stunned face at that moment, as well as the joy of laughing out loud.

He found the trace of that little inspiration, just like that day, he drew a board from Li Huashan, and won the second game for his team.

But this is far from enough.

What he wants is not a momentary success, but a real victory.

He closed his eyes, trying to find more inspiration.

Even if you can't find it, let your mind completely calm down.

The referee blew the whistle again, and Li Huashan was ready to serve.

Gao Ming opened his eyes again, squatted slightly, his eyes habitually fell on Li Huashan's wrists, fingers, and elbows, and he was still looking at Li Huashan's eyes from the corner of his eyes.

This is a skill he instinctively learned during the hellish three-day catching special training. When a player serves, no matter how many fake moves, in the end they still have to rely on their arms and wrists to exert force. As long as they exert force, these parts There must be corresponding actions.

As long as the rule of table tennis is "no cover serve", no player can escape this set of observations.

As for observing the eyes, it is because the player's eyes will habitually look at the landing point he wants when serving the ball.

This technique was told to him by Wang Chao, but it didn't work for Wang Chao himself, because Wang Chao would deliberately look at other places, but Gao Ming didn't think anyone else would use this kind of high-end psychological tactics.

Li Huashan made another steal.

He is also a character who refuses to admit defeat. He is obviously a softie, but he actually took a ball from himself. He feels that he can't bear it. He has to stand up again where he fell.

Then Gao Ming turned sideways again.

His dribbling was not very skillful, and this board was no longer so unexpected, but it has to be said that it still made many spectators boo.

They felt that Gao Ming seemed to be a different person.

Sun Yuanqiang kept up with the fastest speed and sliced ​​the ball.

The ball was on the bottom line of Wang Chao's forehand position. It was very low, very spinning, and of high quality. It was almost impossible to pull a heavy loop. Even if he wanted to pull it, he could only pull a high loop.

Wang Chao was almost about to make a move, but at the last moment, he suddenly remembered the words Gao Ming asked himself before the start of the game.

He flicked his wrist in a strange way, gave up pulling the ball, and instead swiped the same baseline long ball.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Gao Ming.

In this round of balls, whether Gao Ming can complete his transformation depends on this ball.

Because this ball Li Huashan will [-]% hit the board directly.

"Don't you want to try your opponent's attack?"

"Okay, I'll give you a chance."

"The ball I rubbed over is definitely not easy to pull, but based on my observation of Li Huashan, he will definitely lift the board forcefully."

"Either it's a high-hanging loop, or a heavy loop is forced. If he doesn't fail to attack, the pressure will come to you."

"Can you bear it, Brother Ming?"

　Thanks for the reward of "King's Triumph".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)