Ping Pong Life

Chapter 6

Long Tao heard the high school student on the opposite side talking: "You should serve."

The ball bounced continuously on the table and landed in Long Tao's hands.

In fact, the server is the one that is favored by default, so in the entertainment match just now, it was always the players who served. Until now, it was the first time for professional players to serve.

Long Tao took a breath, tried his best to stabilize his mood, thought about it, and decided to focus on stability, and sent a well-regulated short backspin ball.

The ball was served pretty well. At least the three coaches watching couldn't find anything wrong with it. However, once the ball passed the net, it had just climbed to the highest point. On the side of the table, without further ado, the racket was raised.

With a sound of "snap", the ball was directly picked and hit, and it was a very rare left hand with a large angle. For Long Tao, whose body was moving to the front right after serving, this was an absolute blind spot.

A huge colander!

The next moment, the ball hit the table heavily and flew out.

In the originally very noisy stadium, there was even a little silence. The audience did not expect this scene at all, so that after the incident, they had to take a second look along the trajectory of the table tennis ball to make sure that they were not dazzled.

Someone in the back row yelled strangely: "My God! It's really smashed to death!"

Long Tao's face was not only red, but a little blue.

How could he fail to see that the kid on the other side was retaliating with fire?

You just slapped my brother, now I'm going to slap you.

But he couldn't bring up much resistance anymore, because he was sure that there was no problem with his serve.

In other words, if he was facing the serve by himself, he would definitely not be able to attack directly.

But the opponent was not only able to pick and fight directly inside the stage, but also left a large angle with his left hand, which reflected a complete technical gap.

Wang Chao threw the ball over and said, "Come again."

Long Tao didn't catch it, and let the ball bounce on the table, and finally rolled to the ground.

"Come on." Wang Chao said, "What are you dawdling for?"

Long Tao's face was hot, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and said, "I can't beat..."

The last word "you" was not uttered, because at this time a louder voice behind him suppressed him: "I'll come!"

Tian Zhengguang strode up, grabbed the racket in Long Tao's hand, patted him on the shoulder, turned his head to look at Wang Chao, his naturally loud voice made the venue buzz: "Boy, I'll play with you !"

Wang Chao smiled and shook his head.

"If you come, stop playing."

He raised an index finger: "We will fight seriously, and the outcome will be determined in one round, dare you?"

"it is good!"

"Good job!"

"Doing a job as an amateur, the kid has the guts!"

"Little guy, play hard, I'll videotape the whole process for you, and upload it to Pingpong Online tomorrow."

"Come on, little guy, if you win this round, you'll be on fire."

Fearing that the world would not be chaotic, the golfers began to boo crazily.

Han Feng, Liu Yue, and Hou Xiaojian were completely dumbfounded.

"Is this Chaozi?"

"When did Chao Zi become so awesome?"

"Could it be that he usually lets us practice secretly by himself?"

"Nonsense! He learned it with us. He couldn't catch a ball at the beginning. Did you forget?"

"We go to class together every day, where does he practice secretly?"

"Then what's going on?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

"How about... go to his house and ask Sister Mei?"

The three friends were at a loss, but at the side of the court, a certain coach who had been quietly watching the game walked up and cursed: "Nonsense, Tian Zhengguang, I order you to put down the racket immediately, we should go back to the base."

Tian Zhengguang refused, and stuck his neck and said, "Wait for me for 5 minutes, and I will leave when I win."

"Are you going to violate discipline?" The coach's voice was three points louder: "You see what time it is, and you still play? You are a professional player, what's the point of playing against amateur players? Is it an honor to win?"

Tian Zhengguang didn't say a word, but stood in front of the table, but didn't move.

The coach got a little angry, and shouted: "The sky has turned upside down, right? Long Tao, Jiang Shan, you two go and drag him away!"

There was fire in Tian Zhengguang's eyes, and he suddenly yelled "Ah", and said, "You are afraid of a fart, I will definitely win!"

The coach was also angry, and he wanted to arrest the person himself, but at this moment, another coach next to him suddenly said, "Old Tian, ​​let him finish the fight."

Lao Tian was stunned, and said anxiously: "No, Lao Zhao, you..."

"Old Tian, ​​it only takes 5 minutes to play a game." Lao Zhao smiled, his eyes behind the glasses looked a bit stern: "What are you afraid of?"

He looked at the last coach beside him who had been silent all this time: "Old Li, what do you think?"

Lao Li didn't talk much, nodded and said: "Well, let's finish the fight."

Lao Tian had no choice but to shut up and back away.

The sun was setting outside the arena at the moment, and the warm golden light came in from the windows on all sides, casting mottled tree shadows on the floor. start.

Yan Feng cameo as the referee and was responsible for calling points.

The golfers onlookers made a fuss just now, but now they are all quiet, fearing that it will affect the state of both sides.

It's just that occasionally some golfers who just arrived are still asking in a low voice what happened. After they inquired clearly, their curious eyes fell on Wang Chao.

Wang Chao served the ball, directly stealing long, and a sharp topspin landed on Tian Zhengguang's backhand position, wanting to sneak attack and score.

But Tian Zhengguang is not Long Tao. He holds the racket horizontally, reacts very quickly, does not move his feet, lifts his arms upwards, and "snaps" a direct backstroke. The posture is quite beautiful. The ball quickly crosses the net and lands on the king. Ultra left hand position.

Wang Chao was a little hasty, he has a straight grip, and his backhand is naturally weak. Facing this menacing ball, he could only turn his wrist over, push and block, and blocked the ball.

The ball was a bit reluctant, and the landing point was still on Tian Zhengguang's backhand position. Tian Zhengguang just adjusted his footsteps a little, and it was another back draw.

The first ball lasted for five rounds under the counter-drawing and pushing of the two, and finally Tian Zhengguang scored 1:0.

"It doesn't feel good." Liu Yue said worriedly: "This round was Chaozi's serve, but Tian Zhengguang was attacking. He could only defend, but he couldn't defend in the end."

The other two nodded in agreement, looking worried.

An old man next to him sneered and said, "Three idiots...that friend of yours failed in a sneak attack with a long ball, isn't it normal to be hit back next time? If you don't understand, please be quiet, and don't disturb my old man watching the ball."

The three rookies were in awe, and Hou Xiaojian asked respectfully, "Then what should I do?"

"Young people are impetuous and fearful of difficulties. Whenever they meet professional players, they want to take advantage of it. This won't work." The old man shook his head and sighed: "My friend, you have a certain level, but after all, you haven't received professional training. You have to suffer a lot in terms of game strategy..."

The three rookies felt the same way, nodding their heads with a heavy heart.

(End of this chapter)