The World Champion Pretended to Be a Passerby and Was Stunned by the Sixteen-year-old Me

When he handed the straight shot in his hand to Su Zhe, Liu Zhenliang himself was at a loss.

No one has seen Su Zhe use a straight shot.

Even him.

For an amateur table tennis player, both grips are easy to get started with.

But it's different for professional athletes.

Their start is to be able to get it on the field.

Su Zhe will definitely use straight shots, there is no doubt about that.

But whether it is used well or not is two things to say.

What's more, it is still the final scene of the National Table Tennis Championships, and his opponent is Zhang Yuan, the former number one table tennis player who has the title of the Great Demon King!

Facing such a top straight shooter, will Su Zhe still have a chance?

At this moment, everyone present and the tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room had this question floating in their minds.

"It's over, how could the tempo suddenly break? Su Zhe could have won Zhang Yuan 4:0, but it's going to be difficult."

"There are nearly [-] people in the audience, isn't there an extra horizontal shot??"

"You don't understand, in this kind of competition, the players' rackets are sent to the organizing committee for inspection in advance, and it is necessary to confirm that the glue, rubber, and wood materials are all compliant... Even if there is a spectator in our auditorium with Even if you take a horizontal shot, you can't use it..."

"So, why didn't Su Zhe prepare a spare racket??"

"It is estimated that he is also the first time to participate in the competition. I didn't want to be so comprehensive..."

"What about the coach? What does the coach eat?? A piece of trash!!!"

"Isn't it because some coaches made small moves to make Su Zhe lose to Zhang Yuan??"

"Hey, don't blame the coach for everything. In this national competition, the players of the national team are playing on behalf of the provincial teams... So the coach of the national team does not need to come to the scene, you know. What? This is not the World Championship, it has nothing to do with them. And the coaches of the provincial team, I guess I only got in touch with these national team players after they came to Liaodong. Even if they wanted to prepare in advance, they would not have that chance... …”

"This big brother's analysis makes sense. This time it was really just an accident, no one thought of it, don't make any conspiracy theories, just concentrate on watching the game!"

"This is just the beginning of the second game, and Su Zhe only won the first game... If the third game is about to end, or if there is a problem with the tempo in the fourth game, that's fine... At least there is still some hope."

"It used to be hell-level difficulty for Zhang Yuan, but now it's better, and it has become Su Zhe."

"It's uncomfortable, I want to see Su Zhe win the championship!! He's so good, he's about to touch the gold medal, and he loses, that's too fucked up!!"

"Su Zhe, rush to me!!! I want to see a miracle happen!!!!"

"God Su, come on! I believe you can survive in a desperate situation!!"

"Although I am a fan of Zhang Yuan, this time I also hope that Su Zhe can win!!"

"Why?" Another Zhang Yuan fan next to him was stunned for a moment.

"Hey, if Zhang Yuan really wants to win the championship, he won't win. Su Zhe has so many fans, I'm afraid Zhang Yuan will be hacked to death after the game..."

"That's right. Then I support Su Zhe too!!"

In the audience, almost all the voices cheered for Su Zhe.

in the live room.

Forty million viewers were also touched.

In everyone's opinion, Su Zhe's temporary change to the straight shot is purely to catch the ducks on the shelves, and there is no way to do it.

Humans have a natural sympathy for the weak.

Obviously Zhang Yuan is the weak one.

But at this moment, the gap in the hard power between the two has long been ignored by everyone.

All that can be seen and remembered is Su Zhe, who was forced to change the straight shot and fell into a weak position.

Facts have proved that their judgment is not wrong.

After Su Zhe took the direct shot, the game soon returned to normal.

However, the previous invincible posture seems to no longer exist.

"3:0!"

……

"3:1!"

……

"3:3!"

……

"3:5!"

……

After Su Zhe switched shots, he conceded five goals in a row.

Zhang Yuan took advantage of the situation to reverse the score and led by two points.

[Looking at it, I am so suffocated! 】

[I really want to send my newly bought horizontal shot across the screen to Su Zhe! ! 】

[It can be seen that Su Zhe's direct shooting proficiency is also very high, but the opposite of him is Zhang Yuan...]

[Could it be that Zhang Yuan won the final 4:1?No, I'm crying...]

[This is the first time that Su Zhe has participated in a competition in his life, why not be so cruel! ! 】

[If the gold medal is really lost because of the timing problem, I can't imagine how much of a blow it will be to him. 】

[Uncomfortable, unpleasant, unpleasant!I don't want to watch it anymore...]

【…】

In the live broadcast room, netizens saw that Su Zhe fell on the table, anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

Some people really couldn't bear to watch it and quit the live broadcast room.

The number of viewers in the upper right corner has dropped by several w.

……

"Brother Zhe!"

He Dazhuang seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar, cooling from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

There was a flash of despair, anger, unwillingness, and depression on his face, as if the bottle of five flavors had been knocked over in his heart, which was not the taste.

"how so?!"

In the first row of the classroom, Lin Miaomiao took out her mobile phone to see this scene, and covered her chest in discomfort.

"Student Su Zhe... Come on!"

The introverted Meng Tingting only dared to pray silently in her heart.

……

Junior high school.

"elder brother……"

Mu Fei, who has always been pitiful and whimpered at every turn, did not collapse like the others this time.

She bit her lower lip tightly and looked at the game in the live broadcast room, but her eyes showed a touch of determination.

"Brother, I will always believe in you... In my heart, you are the best!" Mu Fei secretly said in her heart.

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Live broadcast commentary.

"Yiyi, what do you think of this game?"

"I... feel a little pity for Su Zhe. He is so strong, this gold medal should belong to him..."

"Hey, a game is a game. The situation on the field is always changing. No one can predict what cruel things will happen in the next second. No matter what the result is, we can only accept it." Female commentator Yingying sighed.

"I used to be an athlete, okay? I know all this, you don't have to tell me."

"I didn't tell you?! I was speaking to the audience in the live broadcast room—wait! This is... Yiyi, look at the field!"

Hearing Yingying's sudden increase in volume, Yiyi quickly stared with wide eyes.

The next moment, an incredible voice sounded.

"The score...4:5?! Su Zhe just pulled back a point!!!"

"Yingying, Su Zhe seems to be... getting better?"

I saw it on the table tennis court.

Su Zhe's offense and defense are becoming more and more comfortable.

The rounds between the two also got longer and longer.

"5:5!"

……

"6:5!"

……

"7:5!"

……

"11:5!"

……

When the dust settled in the second game, the score was fixed at 11:5, and when Su Zhe won, everyone was dumbfounded.

"How is this possible!" Kong Yuhui stood up with a swipe, his eyes wider than the black cat sheriff.

"Su Zhe lost five balls at the beginning... because he was familiar with the racket?!" Liu Zhenliang took a deep breath, a look of disbelief on his face.