Ping Pong Life

Chapter 5 Two Serves
Han Feng's expression was very serious, he stood in front of the stage without moving for a long time, until the surrounding water friends began to urge him, he carefully squatted down and spread his legs apart.

This is a position that he never does when he is playing, but this time he felt the need to do it.

As for why...

Probably not long ago, Wang Chao used this movement to whip him twice, which made him realize the meaning of standard posture.

Wang Chao looked a little funny, but also a little moved.

He could see that Han Feng was working hard to win.

But he knew that even if Han Feng squatted lower, it was useless. The gap in strength could never be made up by attitude, and there was no such thing as a small universe explosion in this world.

So the only solution...

"Ah..." Wang Chao sighed silently, walked up, patted the little friend who still didn't dare to throw the ball: "Let me do it."

Han Feng didn't even know that Wang Chao was coming. It can be seen that he was concentrating just now. Hearing the voice at this time, he turned his head in astonishment and said, "You? Go down quickly, don't be ashamed, you are not as good as me."

But Wang Chao refused to retreat, and abruptly snatched the racket from Han Feng's hand, saying: "Let me try first, you are the strongest among us, how can you take it so easily."

Han Feng blinked quickly, which was a subconscious movement when he was thinking desperately. He carefully looked at Wang Chao's expression at close range, trying to find out what kind of medicine his little friend was selling in the gourd.

It's a pity that Wang Chao's eyes are clear and calm, and he can't see anything.

"Okay." Han Feng retreated resentfully: "Then I... I'll go down and think carefully about how to deal with him, you kid lose slowly."

Wang Chao smiled at him, and when he turned around, his expression became serious. He clasped the racket with his right thumb and index finger, and swung it around, still feeling strangely awkward, but he didn't intend to change the way he held the racket, because the racket This is how the original owner of the body held the racket.

He squatted down and took a much more standard posture than Han Feng just now. He held up the ball with his left hand, raised his drooping eyelids slightly, looked to the opposite side, and asked, "Are you ready?"

Han Feng let out a "tsk" on the sidelines, always feeling that Chaozi seemed a little weird today.

On the opposite side of the table, Long Tao did not answer, but made a provocative feint of attacking sideways.

The meaning is obvious: just serve the ball, no matter what the ball is, I will give you a slap to death.

He didn't know that the young man he faced had the soul of a top table tennis coach in the world living in his young body.

And today's farce-like ball in this small arena is actually the first ball served by this soul in this world.

Wang Chao served the ball and looked ordinary.

The ball hit the table very fast, but it reached the opponent's chest in an instant, and landed on the edge of the opponent's table. It seemed that if there was only half an inch more, it would be directly out of the table, turning into a suicide serve.

That's right, it was exactly the "stealing length" that Han Feng sent to Wang Chao not long ago.

It's just that this ball is faster and spins stronger. Moreover, Wang Chao's movements are more subtle. It seems that it is just a basic backspin serve, but in the end it is a fast, urgent and long topspin.

It is as fast as a running horse, so this kind of ball is also called "running ball".

When Long Tao reacted, the ball almost hit his chest.

Because of the hot weather, he was wearing short sleeves and shorts.

So many people saw that the muscles on Long Tao's thighs tightened instantly, and he tried his best to move sideways to get out of the way of the ball, and then stepped back and twitched back.

But in fact, he didn't make any moves, the ball hit his chest with a "pop", and landed lightly.

There was a loud commotion in the arena.

"it is good!"

"This ball is good!"

"This serve is level!"

"Haha, serve and score."

"Professional players eat the serve!"

When amateur golfers face professional players, what do audiences like to watch the most?
Professional players showing off all kinds of skills is certainly attractive, but if an amateur player suddenly beats up a professional player, that would be really attractive!

So the uproar this time was louder than ever before.

Long Tao's face flushed instantly.

"It doesn't count." He said loudly, "This is a sneak attack!"

"Huh~~~~"

"Oh~~~"

"Professional players can't afford to lose..."

The audience started laughing and booing. Although it was just a job and there was no malice, it still made Long Tao's face blush even more. He threw the ball to Wang Chao again and said, "Come again."

Without making a sound, Wang Chao put the ball in his left palm again, thought for a while, then raised his head suddenly, and threw the ball high and straight up.

This throw is two or three meters high!

"Wow!" There was a neat exclamation in the arena.

Although lobs are often seen in various regular games, lobs are extremely rare among amateur players.

After all, this kind of serve itself is very difficult. If you don't practice it specially, even serving in most cases is suicide.

But I have to admit that, compared to the conventional serve, which is higher than the height of [-] centimeters, the higher the ball is thrown, the greater the frictional force generated when it is served, and the stronger the spin of the ball.

Therefore, in the international arena, many professional masters regard the high toss serve as a sharp weapon to turn the tables in adversity.

Wang Chao's high-throwing action is very standard. The ball goes up almost vertically, and then falls. When it falls below the height of his head, he exerts force on his arms and wrists at the same time, and shakes it slightly to the front left.

With a light touch on the racket, the ball "floats" almost horizontally.

Long Tao immediately came to a conclusion: "This ball is very spinning, it can't draw a loop, it can't attack, it can only be short, let's stabilize the board first..."

He is just a substitute player. This kind of strong backspin high-throw serve is still so low and so flat. He has no confidence in pulling it directly.

But he wasn't worried.

Because he firmly believes that his basic skills are better than that of the opponent, as long as he has a solid one or two boards with the opponent first, he will undoubtedly win when he enters the stalemate.

While thinking about it, his racket had touched the small ball, and his wrist subconsciously lifted up. This is the most common way to avoid catching the ball and going off the net when facing a strong backspin serve.

Then there was a sudden "click" in his heart.

He felt wrong.

This ball...why doesn't it spin?
The ball, which was not spinning originally, was lifted by Long Tao's wrist, and flew directly over the net, over the table, and landed on the opposite floor.

Catch the ball... out of bounds!

"Wow!"

"Eat serve again!"

"Kids are amazing!"

The noise in the arena was overwhelming.

Long Tao stood by the table, his face flushed red, and he didn't say a word.

He had nothing to say because it was obvious that he had just been scammed by that damn high school student!

That high toss serve has no spin at all!

but……

but……

Obviously just a high school student, why would he know how to use "spin or not" when serving, which is already considered a very advanced psychological routine?
Moreover, that kid's serve is obviously not blocked at all, and I can see every movement of him clearly, but why can't I see that the spin of the ball is an illusion?
Long Tao felt a little guilty, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Tian Zhengguang.

That's right, Brother Tian was the one who encouraged him to humiliate these high school students just now. Brother Tian also said that if things were done beautifully, he would invite him to dinner tomorrow.

But now, what to do?
(End of this chapter)