Ping Pong Life

Chapter 135

Zhu Ding's style is actually very similar to Geng Shuai's, both have a strong physique and a strong desire to attack. The difference is that Geng Shuai's physical fitness and intuition are better than his, while he is born in a table tennis family. Solid basic skills, proficient in most skills, basically no shortcomings.

When Zhu Ding returned to his own rhythm, Wang Chao suddenly felt more pressured.

Because Zhu Ding started to be "unreasonable".

Playing is actually about basic rules.

For example, if the opposite side pulls a backspin ball, you can either rub it over or pull the loop high, but if you pull the loop heavy, you are very likely to commit suicide by getting off the net.

For example, if the opponent hits the ball to your backhand position, then you have to twist it with your backhand. If you insist on running to the left of the ball and then pull it with your forehand, you will be looking for trouble.

But once Zhu Ding entered the playing style of savage growth seven years ago, he began to break the rules.

He was running all over the court, his exercise volume was obviously much greater than that of the first three rounds, and he beat his head and face indiscriminately. Sometimes I want to hit a straight line.

This is a reflection of his own character on the style of play.

He has been lawless and unrestrained since he was a child, and he naturally has a wild side in playing.

But this kind of ball is not something anyone can play, because if ordinary people play like this, the end will only be suicide one after another.

Those who do not abide by the rules of play will of course be punished by the rules.

Only people like Zhu Ding are not limited by the rules, but also have strong skills and sense of the ball. He relies on these hard skills to forcibly make up for the flaws and fill up the rules. The balls he hits seem unreasonable, but in fact they are Every time you are touching the red line of the rules.

In the words of the national team leader, he just looks unreasonable, but he is actually reasonable.

Zhu Ding created great trouble for Wang Chao.

But after 7 minutes passed, Wang Chao still led 9:7 in this game.

Wang Chao played extremely steadily, to the point where he had the charm of Ma Angxing.

Unpretentious and unpretentious.

The more gorgeous Zhu Ding is, the simpler he is.

The crazier Zhu Ding ran, the calmer he played.

He occupies the middle of the table, swinging his arms, swinging his bow left and right, rushing as he can, and cutting as he can, playing purely basic skills, it looks like a thin line of defense is resisting Zhu Ding's wild bombing, but when he hits it After the bombing, Zhu Ding ran out of bombs, but the line of defense stood firm.

In fact, Zhu Zeshi chose to leave the hut just after he understood this situation.

All the bosses could tell that Zhu Ding was about to lose.

His current madness is just a flashback before he dies.

He is already working hard.

He incorporated many of Wang Lu's ideas in table tennis, but found that he couldn't beat Wang Chao, so he was forced to return to the most primitive style of play seven years ago.

But the style of play seven years ago still couldn't beat Wang Chao, and he was left with only despair and confusion.

"This child..." He Jingping rarely showed a bit of helplessness: "Why are you so stubborn?"

Qin Huachang didn't make fun of it this time, his eyes still fell on the screen, watching Zhu Ding charge wildly again and again, and was blocked back by Wang Chao without any risk, he gave a rare comfort: "Old He, you are not easy. Ah... But you are lucky, you have come to the end of all hardships, met a nobleman, first helped you solve Luo Jiu's problem, and now you are going to help you solve Zhu Ding's problem."

At this time Zhu Ding took the initiative to call a timeout.

The score was fixed at 10:7.

Zhu Ding returned to the sidelines, Ma Angxing said weakly: "Brother Ding, I'm sorry..."

Zhu Ding waved his hand, indicating that it had nothing to do with him, and then buried his head in the towel again.

He rarely thinks about the past.

Because he couldn't get over the test in his heart.

Every time I go home for the New Year, different elders will come to talk to him on their own initiative, persuade him to reconcile with his father, persuade him not to stay in Pingjia, let him return to Huaping, and even offer him various promise.

For example, you can go directly to the Imperial City Panlong team to play the second single.

If it's a mid-level table tennis team, he can even go directly to play a single.

For example, you can directly get the quota for the World Tour, whether it is a platinum station or a regular station.

For example, you can give him a certain degree of black box operation, let him meet with the people he wants to challenge in important events.

If you want to fight Luo Jiu, you can.

If you want to fight Baifeng, you can.

If you want to play the dragon team, you can.

He can even directly let the person he misses become his head coach.

There is no need for two-way selection, and it can be assigned forcibly.

After all, he is Zhu Zeshi's son, and he is indeed strong enough. He can get a lot of preferential treatment. Even Cai Guodong is willing to let this kind of thing go, and he is happy to see it succeed.

But Zhu Ding chose to let them all go.

Holding his breath, he wanted to do something and prove it to someone.

If you can't prove it, then stick to it.

Sometimes he also wanted to give up, wanted to be soft, and fell down the donkey when the elders came to persuade him, but in the end he was still stubborn, like a crooked-necked tree that would not freeze to death in the cold winter months.

Embarrassed, ugly, shrinking, but strong.

He loves others, and he loves himself. If his father doesn't like his mother and doesn't love him, even the coaches and juniors of the rich family respect him at a respectful distance.

He knows all of this.

Even in his deepest subconscious mind, he knew that the logic of his entire behavior was not tenable.

He knew he had caused a lot of trouble to that person.

But he can't control that much.

Since I thought this way and chose this way at the beginning, no matter whether it is right or wrong, if I continue to do it, if I succeed, I will naturally win.

There are many things in the world that don't matter right or wrong. As long as you persist enough, you can succeed in the end, even if you are wrong, you can become right.

So there is only a thin line between madmen and scientists.

So there is a thin line between genius and paranoia.

Then, I, Zhu Ding, just want to win against the person that the little martial uncle likes and prove that I am better than them. Why is it so difficult?
Fighting Luo Jiu, three times and five years of targeted training, the result was worse and worse each time.

Playing against Wang Chao, he had already won two rounds, and the victory was just around the corner, but why did he super-evolve?
It's not that I haven't encountered super-evolved players before, but how did Wang Chao evolve to such a desperate point this time?
If super geniuses play like this, then ordinary people like us who practice hard for more than a dozen cold and heat day after day, why is there any need to continue playing?

He couldn't figure it out.

So the more grief and indignation, the more dissatisfied, and the more desperate.

"Coach, do me a favor." Zhu Ding looked at Wang Shou.

Wang Shou nodded and said, "Okay."

He didn't even ask what kind of help he wanted to help, he just agreed.

Because the relationship between this battle is too important, even the No. 1 handsome table tennis player dare not do anything in the middle to hinder the progress of the game.

He cannot afford this responsibility.

Today, even if Zhu Ding wanted to eat a bowl of cross-bridge rice noodles, a specialty of Yunnan province, before the start of the fifth game, he had to risk his life, charter a plane, and fly all the way from the northeast to the southwest of the vast territory of Huaguo go.

Fortunately, Zhu Ding's request was not difficult: "Tell them, let them shout, call my name, the louder the better."

Zhu Ding was silent for a second, then said softly, "I'm about to despair...I need them to give me more confidence."

There is an extremely good relationship between the Poseidon Club and the fans. They have achieved each other in the past six years, so when Zhu Ding stepped on the court again, thousands of people in the stands from all directions shouted in unison: "Zhu Ding, come on!"

The sound was so loud that it seemed to overturn the roof of the sports center. Even the boiling sound could be heard in the streets outside the sports center. How exaggerated the game is, it will trigger such a huge momentum.

But such cheering did not change the development of the situation.

Zhu Ding made a high toss, Wang Chao rubbed the bottom line, Zhu Ding pulled sideways, Wang Chao twisted with his backhand, Zhu Ding pulled again, Wang Chao came again, and the two naturally fought each other.

"Win one, just win one, just one..." Wang Shou prayed silently below, clasping his hands.

From the third game, Wang Chao never allowed Zhu Ding to win any stalemate.

This time was no exception, Wang Chao still pulled through Zhu Ding in the seventh board.

In fact, Zhu Ding has already fought to the limit, and he made the first effort to change the line.

But Wang Chao responded with the same afterburner change.

This ball was played so desperately that it was as if Zhu Ding's hard work of high quality had completely turned into a decoration.

When this kind of ball can't beat Wang Chao to death, or even hit Wang Chao's flaws, Zhu Ding will really collapse.

He threw the racket on the table casually, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and walked to the sidelines loosely, without making a sound, he sat down on the ground and began to be in a daze.

Wang Shou handed him a towel, but he didn't take it, as if he was stupid.

The 11:7 in this round was actually much better than the 11:1 in the third round, but Zhu Ding seemed to have been completely knocked out of his soul, already insane.

He remembered the past that had been buried for a long, long time.

How old was he then?

three years old?

five years old?

Still seven years old?

In what year did you meet my little uncle?
And in what year did you start wanting to learn how to play with your junior uncle?

Zhu Ding thought desperately, but only a lot of fragmentary pictures appeared in his mind.

　Everyone has been chasing this ball very hard. In fact, I should have finished this story in one go today, but the past few days of the Chinese New Year are as I expected. There are many force majeure, which caused me to save too much. It's been a while, so please bear with me, wait one more day, we will end this game tomorrow and enter a new chapter.Hey, the sense of crisis is deep, starting tomorrow, the walls will be painted with dung and hair!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)