I'm a part-time killer during the summer vacation, you let me participate in the Olympics

Chapter 97 The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength

When Bei Dao heard Wang Xiaoming's words, he laughed instantly.

All the psychological discomfort caused by Wang Chuqin's racket disappeared at this moment.

He never thought that Wang Xiaoming was actually such a funny person!

"Since the wise ruler has said so, I will be disrespectful to refuse!"

In his impression, Wang Xiaoming was just an amateur, so he didn't want to tinker with his skills.

To deal with this kind of layman, you can just defeat him with force!
As long as I add a little strong spin to the ball, Wang Xiaoming will definitely not be able to cope with it.

I'm afraid that with the strength in his hands, he can't even hit the ball back?

Thinking of this, Bei Dao already had a plan in mind.

In fact, he knew from the beginning that Wang Xiaoming was an amateur. If a professional like himself said he wanted to compete with him, he would definitely be embarrassed!

Even if he beat Wang Xiaoming, it would not be glorious. If he lost, of course he never thought that he would lose.

However, his goal has never been to defeat Wang Xiaoming!
It's a simple matter for a professional player to beat an amateur.

What he really wanted to do was to make Wang Xiaoming completely lose face today.

Not only do you have to win, you also have to play crazy tricks on Wang Xiaoming!

Is Bei Dao stupid? He is not stupid at all!

In his opinion, this kind of thing of hurting oneself by 1,000 and hurting the enemy by 800 is very profitable.

As long as Wang Xiaoming can be humiliated, that’s enough!

But what he didn't know was that after Wang Xiaoming acquired the passive skill.

This simple ball is not a threat at all.

The reason why Xiao Ming didn't catch the ball just now was that he just wanted to get used to this feeling!
It was Kitajima's turn to serve. Holding the ping-pong ball, Kitajima didn't think much about it.

I saw Kitajima standing on the edge of the table, squatting slightly.

Slowly raise your elbow and throw the ball into the air with your left hand.

The ball will quickly drop until it touches the table.

Kitajima's arm suddenly took on a pendulum shape, his right forearm exerted force instantly, and there was sufficient friction between the racket and the ball!

In an instant, the ping-pong ball shot towards Wang Xiaoming's forehand small triangle area!
Seeing this scene, a group of Chinese team members nearby couldn't help but complain.

"How shameless!"

"Knowing that Ming Ge is an amateur, he actually uses such a serve!"

"I declare that China has surpassed South Korea and become the world's most shameless country!"

The voices of several people were not concealed, and all fell into the ears of the Xiaoshishang contestants on the opposite side.

There were many people among them who could understand Chinese, and at that moment they became agitated.

The anger in their eyes seemed to be about to jump out, but they had no reason to do so.

Coach Zhou Hong, who was standing by, didn't know much about table tennis, so he asked Liu Da who was standing next to him.

"What does this mean? Is this little day serving shameless?"

Liu smiled and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense, it's just a normal pendulum-style reverse spin serve!"

"Then why do they say he is shameless?" Zhou Hong was puzzled.

Liu explained carefully: "Because if the opponent is an amateur, it is easy for him to be fooled by the reverse spin. Not only will he lose points, but he will also lose face!"

After hearing Liu's explanation, Zhou Hong's face was full of disdain.

These days, they are really shameless to the extreme.

I'm afraid he had planned this from the beginning! "How would your table tennis team deal with this kind of ball?" Zhou Hong asked.

Liu pinched his chin and said slowly: "Generally speaking, we will play short to control Bei Dao. Of course, if we play short, the opponent will definitely play long back!"

"Moreover, Kitajima should be able to hit our forehand position, forcing us to engage in a forehand confrontation with him. In this way, if he has an advantage in arm strength, he can easily use this strength advantage to slowly defeat us!"

"But Xiao Ming is an amateur. I guess he lost his balance in the first try to catch the spinning ball, and ended up stumbling."

Although Zhou Hong didn't quite understand so many professional terms.

But he understood one sentence.

"I understand. What you mean is that Bei Dao is a CS, right?"

Liu was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Your reading comprehension is really good!"

Although he seemed calm on the surface, Liu had already taken 10,000 family photos for Bei Dao in his heart.

Of course, the kind that only Bei Dao has!
At the same time, he was helpless with Wang Xiaoming's stubborn temper.

Why do you have to compete with him?
It makes no sense!

It doesn’t mean anything to Liu and the others, but it means a lot to Wang Xiaoming!
Looking at the ping-pong ball coming from the opposite side, Wang Xiaoming could see the rotation in it.

If it were his old self, although he could see it, he wouldn't know how to deal with it.

After all, I have never played table tennis before.

However, with the blessing of passive skills, he felt a slight movement in his heart, as if he knew where the ball would land in advance!
He was as light as a swallow and jumped directly to his forehand position!

Then came the habitual [backhand twist and pull]!
Bend your right wrist inward to accumulate strength. After finding the right moment, transfer the strength of your whole body from your legs to your waist.

Then to the arm, then to the wrist, and finally combined with the strength of the fingers, swing the racket fiercely.

The ping-pong ball suddenly hit Kitajima's forehand at a large angle!

"boom!"

With a crisp sound of the ball hitting the racket, a perfect backhand, twist and forehand shot at a large angle was completed!

For a moment, Bei Dao didn't react at all. He was still immersed in his own fantasy. The ball directly hit his hair on the forehead. Then he just watched the ping-pong ball fly past!
"Nani?"

"Fuck!"

The most representative sounds of shock were heard from both sides on the field instantly.

"What's going on with you?"

"Fuck, Brother Ming, you are pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

"Could it be luck?"

"Oh my god, Brother Ming, are you really a genius?"

All the players on the Chinese side were shocked!

Many people were wondering if Wang Xiaoming was just too lucky on this ball.

A blind cat catches a dead mouse and just hits it back?

But Liu saw it clearly!
Both Wang Xiaoming's strength and speed are extremely explosive!
Moreover, from his perspective, Wang Xiaoming moved when the ball just crossed the net.

So, doesn't this mean that this goal was right within Wang Xiaoming's prediction?
When Liu thought of this, he was stunned. Could it be that, as these team members said, Wang Xiaoming was really a table tennis genius?

The contestants on the other side were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.

However, in their opinion, this is just Wang Xiaoming's good luck!
Coach Nishikawa was standing a little further away from Wang Xiaoming, so he did not see Wang Xiaoming's prediction of the ball!
In his opinion, this was just Wang Xiaoming's good luck!
"Don't embarrass yourself, Kitajima!" Nishikawa roared!
Bei Dao also recovered from his shock in a flash, and then he was ready for battle.

"There is an old Chinese saying that even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. My Lord, I am serious!"

(End of this chapter)