sports eagle

Chapter 86 Both Lost
At the end of the first game, Xu Wenxuan put forward her own opinion. This old man is too experienced and has a lot of fake moves. One is to carefully watch the opponent's every touch of the ball and not eat the serve; the other is not to follow his rhythm. This old man changes too much , If you don't pay attention, you will fall into his routine. The key is to take the initiative to change the line, grasp the initiative, resolutely attack, and drop ten times with one force.

At the beginning of the second round, Wang Feipeng restrained his mind and concentrated his attention on the flow of breath in his body, carefully discerning every movement of the old man.The opponent started to serve the ball, and Wang Feipeng’s full perception followed his every move. It seemed that all the movements were slowly decomposing and presenting. He was serving the ball with backspin, but at the end of the friction, he used the racket to drive it in the opposite direction. Don't spin the ball.

If you spot the spin correctly, you can counterattack!Wang Feipeng immediately picked up the ball with his backhand on the stage. The ball went straight to the opponent's forehand. The old man took two steps to return the ball. It was not a diagonal but a straight line. Wang Feipeng originally moved to the right to prevent the diagonal line, but had no choice but to move to the left and reverse the diagonal line. The old man moved very quickly, and immediately pulled back in a straight line. It was not an ordinary ball pull, but a faster bounce than the ball pull. The ball was extremely fast!The ball path is very short and comes out from the side of the table.Wang Feipeng had already pounced on the backhand position. The return ball was on the forehand position, and it was played from the side. The distance of the ball was a bit far and the speed was very fast. He had to take a strong breath and stepped to the right, avoiding the right corner of the table. His right hand was stretched out. It was very long. He caught the ball just when it was about to hit the ground. He fished it out and the racket suddenly turned. The ball was pulled into a big arc. The old man did not expect that Wang Feipeng actually saved the ball. He was not prepared and quickly moved to the right side. The backhand pulls, but the ball has a strong side spin, and it is a little slow for half a beat, and the ball hits the edge of the racket and flies out.

Wang Feipeng's mind flashed through the old man's fast backhand just now. Although the strength was not strong and he didn't spin, he just swayed lightly like that casually, with no time to prepare for pulling the ball or to rub it. Delay, the speed is much faster than pulling the ball, it is very effective when changing the angle, and often catches the opponent by surprise.

This kind of bouncing ball pursues speed and angle, and there is no threat to face-to-face. Wang Feipeng figured this out, and immediately focused on the old man's second serve. After hard training in winter vacation, his static perception has become very strong. Can't escape his eyes, using this perception in table tennis matches is all natural and a matter of course.

As long as he doesn't eat the serve, Wang Feipeng will be more confident. The two of them are equal, one is experienced, the ball is weird, and it is difficult to judge, and the other has quick response, speed, great strength, height and long arms, and a wide range of defense.The two fought inextricably, the old man guessed that things were going smoothly ahead, and he didn't plan to fight hard, but Wang Feipeng stumbled all the way, the brown sugar and the undead Xiaoqiang exhausted the old man's physical strength.The score was [-]-[-], and in the final game, the old man's technique was obviously a bit distorted, his mistakes increased, and his speed slowed down.As for Wang Feipeng, this little stamina was similar to having a meal and going to the bathroom for him. Later, he gradually adapted to the old man's weird routine, and finally succeeded in counterattacking in the last round and won the game!
Winning this game means entering the finals. Wang Feipeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he loses, he will be second. At least he can earn back the registration fee. Later, he can invite daylilies for a party. Barbecue at the school gate is a good choice. Call his roommates and friends. Best friend, show them a look, so you don’t have to laugh at yourself all the time, thank you for borrowing the beat, increase the enthusiasm of the goal, and finally show off, kill three birds with one stone, kill three birds with one stone, thinking of this, the face is full of smiles.

Since the women's singles match was later than the men's singles match, each set was longer than the men's singles match, and there were other matches interspersed, tossing until the end, Wang Feipeng's final and Xu Wenxuan's semi-finals were held at the same time, Wang Feipeng was dumbfounded!I have been using Xu Wenxuan's racket, but there is only one racket, what should I do?Want to borrow from someone else?First, they don’t know each other and refuse to borrow, and second, there are too many people who are eliminated and basically leave the field immediately, and they have to compete at any time when they are present.Wang Feipeng tried to borrow the beat, but had to give up after hitting three hurdles in a row. The competition was approaching, and finally he said anxiously to Xu Wenxuan, "Hurry up and go to the competition, don't waste the time, I will think of a way, don't worry about me!"

Xu Wenxuan paused for a while without further hesitation. She picked up her backpack and walked towards the arena. Feeling lost, Wang Feipeng walked to her own arena dejectedly. In the final, another old man, older, probably 60 years old, was doing warm-up activities on the sidelines. He walked towards the referee with an annoyed face, forced a smile on his face, "Referee, I am a finalist, but I don't have a racket, did you borrow it first?"

The referee looked puzzled and distrustful, "No racket? Then what did you use in the game just now? Did you use your hands?"

Wang Feipeng continued to explain with a smiley face, "I have been using my friend's time in front of me, which happened to conflict with her game time, so that's why..."

"Your friend is really too. At the last moment, I should give it to you for the finals! It's useless for you to find me. I don't have a racket, and the organizing committee doesn't provide a racket. If you can't compete normally, I can only judge you to lose." The referee A bit old-fashioned, said righteously.

The old man who was warming up saw that someone was arguing with the referee and that the final could not be played for a long time. He came to inquire about the situation and learned that Wang Feipeng had no racket and wanted to give up the game. Mine, let's fight it out!"

The referee and Wang Feipeng immediately turned their heads to look at the old man. Wang Feipeng asked anxiously, "What did you just say?"

The old man's wrinkled face was full of smiles, "I have a spare pair of rackets, I'll lend them to you, let's start quickly, I can't wait."

Wang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and followed the old man to take the racket. The two began to warm up. Suddenly, Wang Feipeng couldn't find the passion and feeling of the game. In such a situation, the referee's voice can be heard in your ears from time to time, your friend is also true, it should be given to you for the finals!
This competition lasted for nearly 4 days, and the two came and went in pairs, like shadows. Wang Feipeng walked around her side, and kept walking around her. The relationship grew day by day, but a racket could tell that she still had no place in her heart. !Just a partner in the competition, an alumnus of the school, maybe it's as simple as that, it's not the imagined holding hands, growing old together, sustainable development...

The final opponent is stronger than the previous old man!Even though he is older, he does not move slowly at all, and has a lot of fake moves, which are very realistic. Wang Feipeng is often fooled into running around.The rotation is also inaccurate, and the high ball is thrown if it is not on the stage. Although the old man's smash is not powerful, but the angle is extremely tricky.

Wang Feipeng has been in a trance, inattention, coupled with depression, his body is limp, he can't lift his spirits, has no passion, lacks fighting spirit, and his reaction is several and a half beats slower. In the end, he was swept cleanly by the old man three to zero!

Wang Feipeng went back to beat, and the old man patted him on the shoulder, "The young man is so young, so he has a lot of thoughts. No matter what, he must concentrate on the game and not be disturbed." Seeing that Wang Feipeng was always listless, he couldn't help shaking his head.

It was still early for the awarding ceremony at the end of the game. Wang Feipeng's mind was muddled and he was a little aimless, but he couldn't help walking towards the game table of Hemerocallis. Hemerocallis was facing a middle-aged woman in her 40s in the semi-finals. A professional player, should be a retired player from the table tennis team. He has comprehensive skills, rich experience in the game, can attack and defend well, and has no flaws at all. Although Xu Wenxuan is trying to change and constantly changing tactics, but in the face of absolute strength, everything is so good. pale.

Xu Wenxuan walked off the court, saw Wang Feipeng, and asked softly, "Did you play in the final?"

Wang Feipeng stretched his facial muscles vigorously, but he still couldn't show a smile, "It's a fight, it's a loss."

Both of them didn't speak any more, they walked towards the stands silently, waiting for the game to end.

Even when it came time to present the awards and the organizing committee handed him a stack of bonuses and a new pair of rackets, Wang Feipeng was not happy at all.

On the subway back to school, an invisible wall seemed to be erected between the two.

My brain is always blank, my body and mind are lazy, I can’t lift my spirits, and it’s hard to even talk. I didn’t say goodbye to each other until we broke up at the intersection of the campus...

(End of this chapter)