The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 282 Weaknesses
Lin Hui came to the competition stage, and Johnson, who was said to be more powerful, had already appeared on the stage.

Lin Hui took a serious look at the opponent, is this the one who is going to have a grand slam?
Judging from his appearance, he is still very young, and he can't tell that he has ten years of experience at all, but Coach Wu told him clearly that he is about to face a person with a ten-year playing career.

It seems that like Lin Hui, he joined the national team at a relatively young age.

When Lin Hui looked at Johnson seriously, Johnson gave him a vicious glance, which made Lin Hui feel that there was contempt in his eyes.

He was suspecting that a person who had never participated in an international competition would actually want to compete with him. Is it because he has won gold medals for many years and won soft hands for nothing? !

Lin Hui immediately dodged his eyes, this was the aura of a king, exuding brilliance from his body to the bottom, making Lin Hui feel that the person in front of him must be extraordinary.

But so what, if he doesn't wear shoes, he is afraid that the one who wears shoes will fail, so the fight is over.

Lin Hui began to ignore Johnson's existence, and he continued to exercise his muscles and bones.

Johnson, who was moving across from him, stopped. Most people were terrified of him, but the young man in front of him just glanced at him. Johnson didn't see any fear in Lin Hui's eyes, only a trace of curiosity.

Damn it, just send such a young man to play against him?Does this country look down on people?Still don't know the existence of such a person, that's too much.

Wait a minute, let him see what ceiling play is.

Later, Johnson thought about it again, should this young man come to play to give away his head?Otherwise, how could such an unknown person be sent to play with him.

Just as Johnson was analyzing carefully, the referee's horn sounded.

After a few minutes, the referee continued to wave his hands to indicate the start of the game.

The serve defense started again with Johnson.

Lin Hui leaned forward, bent over, and focused on the front with piercing eyes.

boom---
Lin Hui dropped the ball on the ground before he could see how it was sent. He didn't even have a chance to fight Johnson.

Just now Lin Hui clearly watched Johnson's ball being sent towards the position directly in front of him, and he also caught the ball at the fastest speed. Obviously his hand had already stretched out, but it was only a little bit short, but the ball still landed.

How could there be such an astonishing serving speed? It was so fast that he could hardly see the position of the ball. It was the first time Lin Hui felt a little pressure. He failed to catch the first ball at the start. It is a great shame.

Lin Hui looked up at Johnson, with a smug smile on his face, Lin Hui could see that his eyes were full of contempt for him.

Lin Hui frowned involuntarily.

Then raised the fist of his left hand, "Come on, you can do it, you have no problem."

Lin Hui's eyes were fixed on the front, always staring at Johnson's hand in front of him. If nothing else happened, he should serve the same as before.

This is the normal way of thinking of ordinary people. As long as the first serve is successful, the second serve and the third serve will continue until he fails. Lin Hui can't explain the reason for this, but most people do it this way.

If nothing else, Johnson will still serve like this.

Lin Hui focused all his attention on his right hand, waiting for Johnson's serve at any time.

It was still the same speed as before, or even a little faster than before, but Lin Hui didn't notice it this time.

Lin Hui was about to stretch out his right hand, the ball had already touched the ball, but it was still not so close.

How could this happen? Lin Hui was a little puzzled. He clearly read it very accurately, but how could it be a little bit worse? Beads of sweat on Lin Hui's forehead involuntarily seeped out.

2:0
This is too miserable. This is the worst opening ball Lin Hui has ever played. He was instantly killed before he even started. This is really a great humiliation.

At this time, he saw Johnson's smug smile, which was indeed the kind of smile that made people look very uncomfortable.

If Lin Hui couldn't catch the next ball, it would be 3:0, which would be recorded in history.

Lin Hui's brows were even more furrowed than before. From the beginning to the end, Lin Hui's nerves were tense.

Beads of sweat involuntarily emerged from the palm of his hand, soaking the handle of the table tennis racket.

Lin Hui wiped the sweat from his palms onto his clothes, and wiped the handle as well. When he finished wiping, he did not forget to bow his head and kiss the racket.

A player's racket is his life. The racket can bring him glory and bring him the end.

Lin Hui never forgets that the racket is all he has. He whispered, "Old man, it's up to you. You and I have traveled so many places. Today's shameful injustice depends on you. Come on!"

Lin Hui squatted for a while, staring ahead, this time he wanted to speed up.

Johnson tested the bouncing strength of the ball back and forth on the table tennis table, then he threw the ball high into the air, and sent the ball to Lin Hui with a 360-degree rotation.

Lin Hui was stunned. He didn't serve like this just now. Why did he change his strategy? Last time, Lin Hui was almost able to counterattack. This time, his serve has changed, which Lin Hui never thought of.He was left blank again.

3:0
Fiasco
Without any shots, Lin Hui just sent three balls for no reason, and he didn't take any shots during the whole process, not even a chance to touch the ball.

No, the first time he didn't touch the ball, the second time he touched the ball, it hit the edge, and the third time, he climbed onto the table and knocked the ball to the outside.

His embarrassing behavior must have been laughed to death by others. Without others, Lin Hui himself felt very miserable, and he felt extremely ashamed.

How much courage he had before he came on the court, and what a miserable price he has now.

Lin Hui said to Coach Wu that I would definitely beat Johnson. Just now he said to Haruno Oda in the locker room that no one can beat Johnson without him.

Well now, he did show up, and was caught off guard by others.It looks good now, I'm sure that damn Xiaotian Murano is covering his mouth somewhere and laughing secretly.

Lin Hui looked at the audience around him, and sometimes he could hear the audience saying, "It's really embarrassing, I can't catch three balls, no matter what ball I hit, I won't lose all of them."

"Are you sure it's here to play? Isn't it here to amuse us?"

"At this level, if you can go down by yourself, what kind of ball can you play?"

But the speech on the stage said, "Johnson has not diminished for a long time, and he is a young pine standing in the East.

Your whole body is shining, we are obsessed with you, we are crazy about you!

You are the eternal fire in our hearts. "

Listening to such perfect words, Lin Hui felt very lonely, and his mood was extremely bad.

He never thought that he would be vulnerable and weak in front of Johnson, and he gave him the first game for nothing.

Lin Hui was not reconciled, he was also a secret weapon cultivated by the national team, so they strangled him in the bud.

If he went back, how would he face Jian Hua, Xiao Ye, Li Yu and the others, and Coach Xu.

When thinking of Coach Xu, Lin Hui thought of a sentence that Coach Xu said, "A strong enemy also has weaknesses, but as long as you don't give up, face it positively, and treat yourself as a sharp sword, even the strongest enemy will be afraid Three points."

Treating himself as a sharp sword, he should be at peace with others, in a state of ecstasy.

He was too nervous just now, let the opponent beat him into a circle, and he has been in a passive position.

And the next time he will change the serve, he must take advantage of this time and treat himself as a sharp sword, a menacing sword, and I don't believe that no one will be afraid of a sharp sword.

Now Lin Hui is not afraid of the eyes that others give him, he just needs to believe that he can do it, he is the best, and he will definitely be able to do it.

His sharp eyes stared at the enemy in front of him.

Johnson, who was still laughing just now, was still dismissed by Lin Hui's hateful eyes.

Johnson has experienced big and small games, what scenes he has not seen, some people are jealous of him, some people hate him, some people satirize him.

After all, the game is cruel, if you don't lose, I will lose.

There is no human kindness to speak of on the playing field, and Lin Hui's gaze has long been used to it.

The referee's horn sounded again.

Now that the game has entered into a heated conversation, Lin Hui's chance to come back depends on the second round. If he doesn't win this round, it will be a bit difficult to pull back.

Lin Hui held the ball in his hand and twirled it gently, thinking to himself, come on, I can do it.

Then he tossed the ball lightly, and passed the ball to the opposite side the moment the ball fell, without any technical content at all, just a simple serve, let alone any tricks.

The simpler things are, the better, and the more complicated they are, the more energy they consume.

Of course, simple balls are easy for opponents. Of course, Johnson caught Lin Hui's ball lightly without any effort. It was the same as playing with children. It's the level of a child.

Where is this, the World Table Tennis Championships, how could such a substandard player be sent out? He has no problems at all in this year's Grand Slam. When he thinks of this, he is in a good mood, so let's fight with this young man and let him go. He doesn't enjoy losing too much, making people think that he is a general bullying a young player.

Lin Hui watched Johnson relax his vigilance a little. He felt that his chance had come. Coach Wu had told him that he was to let his vigilance go on purpose and win back by surprise when he was slackening.

Lin Hui could see that Johnson was not playing hard at all, but just perfunctory him casually, so he had to make Johnson think that he was playing very hard.

This made him understand that the disparity between them was very large.

Lin Hui specially played a tug-of-war with Johnson in this round. When Johnson won a goal, he tried his best to get it back.

Johnson actually looked absent-minded about his clothes, like playing Tai Chi with Lin Hui, and Lin Hui rubbed against him when he was relaxing.

Bang, leading by one point.

This is nothing to Johnson, he won it back on the next ball.

But the expectation was not what he expected, Lin Hui was still pretending to be very strenuous, trying to win the ball with all his might.

That's right, Lin Hui is already 2 balls ahead.

Johnson's expression focused a little bit, leading by 2 balls, and he can win the next ball with his eyes closed, so let this kid have fun for a while.

When he was following the ball, Lin Hui no longer acted as if he was working hard, but instead regained his previous focus and put all his energy on the third ball.

As long as this ball wins, he will win the second game.In this way, he and Johnson are tied 1:1, and he has a chance to win.

Lin Hui looked at Johnson on the opposite side. Although he was very slack, he was a little vigilant after losing 2 balls in a row. It was obvious that his vigilance was not very high.

Lin Hui wanted to strike the iron while he hadn't discovered it, and he wanted to make a quick decision at the third ball.

With a bang, the ball was released with a perfect arc. It was a short ball. Lin Hui heard from Coach Wu that Johnson is best at long balls, so he can play short balls.

Any short ball can cause Johnson to lose the third ball, and Johnson's head hurts when he sees the serve is a short ball.

What he hates most is this kind of ball. Playing this kind of ball on the field is the easiest to play his ugly side, especially those reporters who will take photos of his embarrassment when he is playing short balls and send them to the newspapers.

Every time, he gets angry when he sees ugly photos of himself.

It's not because he doesn't play well, it's because he needs to stretch his arms and legs when he hits the short ball, and sometimes he needs to jog to complete such a series of movements.

Johnson stretched out his hand like a gentleman, just right, this movement is very good, it shouldn't be too ugly.

Lin Hui saw why Johnson played the short ball so stiffly, he seemed to be a beat and a half slower.

If this is the case, will he still slow down and be so stiff when playing a game? If so, then his shortcoming is the short ball.

Lin Hui tried to serve a short ball again, and the action he saw was exactly the same as before.

Great, this is really too short board.

It seems that he saved it again this time. I didn't expect that a player who has won several times in a row, his shortcoming is playing short balls.

It is impossible to tell if it is another player, because the speed of the short ball is also very fast. At that moment, Lin Hui could tell from Johnson's facial expression and his speed that he hated playing the short ball.

When Lin Hui served the ball, he saw Johnson's frown frowning out of the corner of his eye. Even though it only took a second, Lin Hui still caught it.

What Coach Wu said is indeed right, there is no one without weaknesses, as long as you grasp his weaknesses and take advantage of his weaknesses.

Since Lin Hui already knew Johnson's shortcomings, it was right for him to hit him according to his weakness.

A smile flashed across Lin Hui's face.

(End of this chapter)