Small goals, first to be the world's first [Competition]

At the start of the game, it was Mo Youqian's right to serve.

He still didn't change the awkward way of holding the horizontal racket with a penhold grip during practice. He took out a ping pong ball from his pocket and habitually bounced it a few times on the table.

The crisp sound reached Zhong Yu's ears, and his body moved upon hearing the sound, and he was already in a posture ready to catch the ball.

But Mo Youqian was still in a lazy state. He squinted at Zhong Yu, who was waiting for him on the other side of the ball table, lightly hooked the corners of his lips, and caught the small ball that was still bouncing up and down on the table, before taking his time. He lowered his center of gravity and squatted down.

The posture is very standard, yes, but why does it always make people itch?

Zhong Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, and his face darkened again.

However, Mo Youqian would not give Zhong Yu more time to complain about him in his heart. The next moment, just after posing for the serve, Mo Youqian threw the ball into the air hastily and without any preparation.

Then the racket touched the ball, and the ball rushed towards Zhongyu's half of the table.

From making the ready posture, to throwing the ball, to hitting the racket, every action is connected very quickly. At first glance, it looks like a hasty serve that is not ready, and each action is not as it should be. Perfect standard of magnitude, it looks like it's a missed serve.

But could this really be a missed serve?

It is absolutely impossible.

Zhong Yu didn't even have time to be puzzled by Mo Youqian's seemingly hasty serve, the white ball rushed to his table quickly.

The instinctive reaction of the athlete's long-term training played a major role at this moment. Even before the spirit reacted, the arm had already stretched out holding the racket, and made the best posture to return the ball.

Although Mo Youqian's ball was fast, it landed very comfortably - it made the opponent very comfortable.

As we all know, the penhold forehand is strong and the backhand is relatively weak, but Mo Youqian's ball not only did not go towards Zhong Yu's backhand, it was not even in the middle line, but landed right on Zhong Yu's forehand to catch the ball The most comfortable place.

What is the most comfortable?Even if Zhong Yu couldn't react, his body instinctively stretched out the racket and he could just reach it.

The ball jumped on Zhong Yu's table for the first time, bounced up, and hit Zhong Yu's racket straight, and even hit the upper part of the red rubber of Zhong Yu's racket just right, which is the most suitable for pulling. area of ​​the ball.

It was as precise as it had been calculated long ago.

I have never played against him before, and Zhong Yu didn't use his usual style of play in the previous game, but the place where the ball was delivered was so precise and comfortable that Zhong Yu was startled.

coincide?Or... on purpose?

If it was intentional, this person is a little too scary.

But now there is no time for Zhong Yu to think about it, whether it is a coincidence or not, he will not be polite if the ball is delivered so comfortably!

Although Mo Youqian served the ball, Zhong Yu hadn't reacted yet, but when the ball touched the racket, if Zhong Yu couldn't react anymore, then he wouldn't have any dream of reaching the top with Su Yuan.

Zhong Yu quickly concentrated and focused on the racket held in his right hand. The newly glued racket matched him well, and clearly transmitted the power and rotation of the ball from the racket to his hand, along the lean and powerful It was transmitted to Zhong Yu's brain.

It was as if a heavy hammer hit it hard, the CPU was smashed to a halt, Zhong Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the veins on his wrist burst out instantly.

He gritted his teeth, his expression instinctively trying to maintain elegance, but he could still see a hint of ferocity.

Without him, Mo Youqian's ball was really too fast, too fast, far beyond Zhong Yu's expectations. The strength and movement he was originally planning to pull the ball could not hold the ball at all.

He reacted quickly and mobilized the remaining strength in his body. His sneakers were on the ground rubber, his thigh muscles were tense, and his waist and abdomen core firmly stabilized the center of gravity of his body. The racket was pressed down again, and the forearm exerted strength, pulling the racket forward and upward.

The racket was directly pulled up to the top of the head. Because of the force added in the middle, the range of turning the waist to borrow force was much larger than expected before. The right leg stepped forward along the force, and made a lot of noise when it came into contact with the ground. Zhong Yu Only then did he lose the stamina of hitting the ball, really hastily withdrew his right leg, retreated two steps, and quickly returned to defense.

The ball felt bad, and Zhong Yu's eyes darkened.

As he expected, the ball flew out, drew a beautiful arc, flew over Mo Youqian's half of the table gracefully and quickly, still without any momentum of slowing down, and hit the white wall of the table tennis room straight .

There was a crisp sound of "snap", because the force was too great, the ball bounced back after hitting the wall, Mo Youqian didn't look back at all, he didn't know how he judged the position of the ball, he stretched out his hand seemingly casually, He actually caught the ball that bounced off the wall and flew back at high speed.

Catch the white ball empty-handed?

Looking at this operation and Mo Youqian's idle expression, it seems that he just did an ordinary thing casually, showing off a handful of little tricks that are nothing new.

"1:0."

Su Yuan, who was sitting on the chair next to him, suddenly made a sound, broadcasting the progress of the score in real time.

In the official arena, the score is scored by a digital integrator. Even if someone is hired as a referee in a private game, it is basically just an announcement at the end of the round, and the score will not be reported in real time.

Su Yuan didn't know why his master told him to report the score every time he played a ball, but since it was Mo Youqian's request, Su Yuan believed that his master had his reasons, so even if he He felt that it was a little strange to report the score in real time. After the game started, he still listened to his master's words.

Zhong Yu suddenly came to his senses when he heard Su Yuan's voice.

Not aware of anything wrong with the real-time score report for the time being, Zhong Yu stared at the ping-pong ball that Mo Youqian "casually" caught, feeling more and more dangerous in his heart.

For table tennis players, after years of training and talent, they have varying degrees of sensitivity to the ball, which is commonly referred to as the ball feel.

There are always players on the court who can suddenly tilt their heads to avoid the ball flying in the distance even if they are not facing the direction of the ball, and the audience will talk about it.

This is already a very good reflection of the ball feel.

Mo Youqian's catching the ball was not just as simple as dodging the ball.

...It's a bit too scary, this person's sense of the ball.

Zhong Yu is now certain that Mo Youqian's hasty serve just now was definitely not a mistake, and even sending the ball accurately to the most suitable hitting point with his outstretched arms, there is a high probability that it was intentional .

And the person who can hit such a ball still uses a weird and awkward way of holding the racket.

With just one goal, the strength Mo Youqian showed shocked Zhong Yu.

I was wrong, I am afraid this is not some kind of exercise, and calling Yuan Bao over is not a kind of "help".

From the very beginning, this person's purpose was probably to crush him severely with his ball skills.

He is obviously a horizontal player, but he has to use a penhold grip to play against him. Zhong Yu can think that this person is very good at penhold grips, but Mo Youqian doesn't even bother with a racket. In exchange, when Zhong Yu put the used glue back into the drawer of the coffee table, he saw that there were still many rackets that seemed to be used, including horizontal and pen-hold grips, and the types of rubber pasted were also very complete.

I have a suitable racket but don’t take it, insisting on holding a heavy and unsuitable horizontal racket as a racket——

This is belittling him.

But even if he found that Mo Youqian was belittling him, Zhong Yu couldn't find a place to refute him... because he found that even so, Mo Youqian could still crush him.

Grass.

If this ball is not at his full level, he can't hit it, Zhong Yu analyzed it in his heart for a moment, and calmly came to this conclusion.

Impossible to fight, this person's strength has exceeded Zhong Yu's cognition.

He has never seen anyone who can hit such an outrageous ball with such a casual serving position. It is as relaxed and lazy as a beckoning, but the spin and speed of the ball are extremely violent, as if inadvertently added behind the ball. An accelerator for a rocket | rocket barrel.

But if you can't beat it, should you give up?

Give up shit!

Losing self-cultivation, Zhong Yu scolded himself severely in his heart.

Be sober, think about what you want to do in the future, can you still improve if you give up?Can you keep up with Su Yuan if you don't make progress?

Zhong Yu knows himself too well. He might really give up before changing his job. Why?Because of lack of driving force, because of lack of confidence, because of the muddy environment for too long.

Huaguo table tennis, no.

After studying abroad for so many years, Zhong Yu has heard this sentence a lot. Although he doesn't admit it and has been practicing hard, as time goes by, Zhong Yu knows that he is still affected.

What supported him to persevere was not only his love for table tennis, but also the agreement he had made with Su Yuan.

So after returning to China and reuniting with Su Yuan, watching his Yuan Bao become so powerful, while feeling sad, in the secret corner of his heart, Zhong Yu also breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuan Bao is very good, he has the strength to win the championship, he is enough to win the championship, he is not inferior to himself, it doesn't matter how he is.Gradually, Zhong Yu fell into such thoughts unknowingly and imprisoned himself.

In the end, the Australian Open reached its peak and broke out before making a major mistake.

Fortunately, he was still mocking the players in the national team for not making progress, seeing a person who can be a pillar, and giving all hope to that person.

Isn't this fifty steps laughing at a hundred steps?Wasn't he a shrinking turtle before?

My previous self, who even loved table tennis, almost lost it.

What qualifications does such a person have to stand by Su Yuan's side?

Zhong Yu smiled self-deprecatingly and regained his composure.After being beaten by so many people, if he still doesn't wake up, he will really live up to the expectations of too many people.

Turning his head to look at Su Yuan, who was the referee beside him, he didn't expect Yuan Bao to be looking at him too. After staring at each other for a second, the child quickly turned his head to the other side, trying to hide it.

But Zhong Yu still didn't miss the worry and encouragement that flashed in Su Yuan's eyes, which immediately burned Zhong Yu's heart.

None of his children gave up on him, so what right did he have to give up on himself?

It's just losing a game, just like what his master said when he scolded him, it doesn't matter if you lose, what matters is whether you can find your own shortcomings in the game, and then make up for your progress.

So, so what if Mo Youqian is very strong, so what if he will definitely lose this match?

Comparing yourself is enough.

As long as he can surpass himself, break through himself, and let Su Yuan's master see his determination, Zhong Yu believes that he will not be disapproved.

Zhong Yu was thinking in silence for a while, but no one interrupted him. He raised his head and looked at Mo Youqian who was playing with the ping-pong ball in his hand a little bored, his expression clear.

There is no anger in the eyes, nor any discouragement of self-defeating, only the vigorous vitality overflowing from the rekindling of the fire in the heart.

This star, which was already a little dim, shined again.

The author has something to say:

Sure enough, I didn’t write [-] words (wiping tears) Yesterday was [-], and today my head is empty and floating. .It's a bit late to start coding, woo X﹏X must start coding early tomorrow! !

Sure enough, the [-]rd, [-]th, and [-]th crosses are here. QAQ will try to write more tomorrow!