Chapter 933 Table Tennis Ball That Does Not Rebound
"Clap--"
"Clap--"
The speed of the ball is getting faster and faster, and everyone can't help but open their mouths.
fantastic!
In the first point, neither of them wanted to lose.
But gradually someone noticed something was wrong. Zheng Changdong got farther and farther from the table. Because he frequently pulled diagonally, he could only run back and forth on the court.
On the other hand, on Su Mo's side, he still stood calmly in front of the table and never took a step back. No matter how Zheng Changdong pulled the corner, he only needed one step to reach the other side of the table, and then accurately hit the ball back to the other side. aside.
"Is this the national team? It's really strong!"
During the sparring, the corners of Su Mo's mouth rose slightly, and the warm-up was almost over.
"Snapped--"
Facing Zheng Changdong's curved ball, Su Mo's eyes narrowed, and the attack changed instantly. The racket turned around in his hand, and he should have used reverse glue to return the ball, but it suddenly turned into a positive glue return.
As we all know, positive glue is more conducive to rotation because of the existence of particles.
He used Zheng Changdong's original power to hit the curve ball, and gave a stronger rotation along the direction of the table tennis ball's rotation. The table tennis ball crossed an erratic trajectory in the air.
"Snapped--"
Landing on the left corner of the table, Zheng Changdong instantly changed the direction of his body with a single footstep, and quickly ran to the left of the table.
but……
A strange scene appeared.
The ball did not rebound at all, and rolled directly against the surface of the table. When it landed on the ground, the table tennis ball was still spinning violently, and the speed was still amazing.
Zheng Changdong stood there stupidly, looking at the table tennis ball that was still spinning on the ground, he couldn't help but spread his hands to Deng Xudong who was on the sidelines, and then pointed to the table.
His first reaction was that there were tiny particles on the table, otherwise there would have been no such irregular bouncing.
Outside the fence, more than two dozen athletes whispered.
"what's the situation?"
"Why doesn't the ball bounce?"
"Can you still fight like this?"
Hearing everyone's doubts, Xiao Leng explained aloud: "There should be something on the table that caused the ball to bounce irregularly. Don't be surprised."
"So that's what I said."
"I thought Su Mo did it on purpose, making me happy for nothing..."
"Brother, this is a table tennis match, not acrobatics, OK?"
Deng Xuduan hurriedly took the towel and quickly wiped Zheng Changdong's desktop aside, and said, "Mr. Su, according to the rules of international competitions, you will score in this situation, and it is currently one to zero."
Although it was a bit unfair to win, he had already seen through the sparring just now that Su Mo's strength should not be underestimated. To be able to fight Zheng Changdong for more than 20 rounds has already explained everything.
The matter of Su Mo's competition for the quota is not a hothead at all, but that people really have the ability!
Thinking of this, he reminded Zheng Changdong in a low voice, "Be serious!"
Zheng Changdong: "..."
Where is he not serious?
But in the face of Deng Xuduan, he could only helplessly nod his head.
"Coach Deng, please check again to see if the table is clean." Su Mo's eyes were full of amusement, and he disagreed with Xiao Leng's explanation just now.
What is something on the desktop?
The ball just now was obviously hit by his strength, so why did it become a ball of luck?
Deng Xuduan didn't think much about it, he really checked the table again, and nodded to the two of them: "It's all right, the game continues. At present, it is 1-0. Teacher Su is temporarily leading, and Xiao Zheng continues to serve."
Zheng Changdong took a breath, his face was full of solemnity, although he had only played a ball, but just running quickly from side to side had already caused a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.
He adjusted his breath and served with a standard high throw.
When the ball landed on Su Mo's table, it instantly bounced to the left, with a large amplitude.
However, this did not affect him in the slightest. He quickly calculated in his mind, "Rotation 4.19 times per second, swing angle of 43 degrees, additional 7.5 times of rotation, 168 kilograms of force required, rotation and table angle 37.2 degrees..."
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and he quickly waved his right hand.
This time, he didn't hit the ball in the opposite direction, because Zheng Changdong couldn't hit the ball back!
"Chichi-"
Just when Zheng Changdong attacked, he swung in the air, the ball did not bounce again, it spun violently against the table, and perfectly drilled under his racket.
"puff--"
Outside the fence, Lu Fei just took a sip of water when he was shocked by this scene and sprayed it out right on Wu Yicheng's face.
Wu Yicheng's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, but after seeing that the culprit was Lu Fei, it turned cloudy in an instant, and waved his hand generously, "It's okay, it's okay; continue to watch the game..."
However, Lu Fei didn't notice his mistake at all. He looked at the ping-pong ball spinning at Zheng Changdong's feet, and his brows were tightly twisted into a word for Sichuan.
What's the situation?
The ball still doesn't bounce?
What a hell!
Not only Lu Fei thinks this way, but everyone does.
"What?"
"Look at how much the ball on the ground spins!"
"no
Did you just clean your desktop? Why can't it shoot? "
"Why do you feel like watching acrobatics?"
in the field.
Zheng Changdong looked down at the table tennis ball that was still spinning at his feet, with a very exciting expression.
However, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and hurriedly checked the table near the spot where the ball was dropped, but he looked around and found nothing.
Now, he couldn't figure it out at all.
Why doesn't the ball bounce?
This has never happened before!
Deng Xuduan and Yu Siying came over and carefully checked the desktop on Zheng Changdong's side, but no matter how they checked, they couldn't see anything wrong.
"Brother Deng, is there nothing on the table?"
Yu Siying wondered, "Why doesn't the ball bounce back?"
"do not ask me."
Deng Xuduan spread his hands, "It's the first time I've encountered such a situation, the ghost knows what's going on!"
Yu Siying rubbed her head helplessly and asked, "What should I do now?"
"Keep playing!"
Deng Xuduan sighed and said loudly, "The score is now 2-0, the game continues!"
Zheng Changdong held his breath and quickly suppressed the messy thoughts in his mind. Right now, the most important thing is not to worry about why the ball doesn't bounce, but to win the game.
In an 11-point game, he has dropped two points.
Not much, but Su Mo put a lot of pressure on him, so he didn't dare to relax in the slightest. Before the game started, he was still thinking about how to make Su Mo lose the game decently.
According to his expectations, it would be 11:0 without any accident, but as a fan of Su Mo, and with so many people on the scene, he didn't want to make Su Mo lose too ugly.
Originally, I planned to lose a few goals on purpose when I was about to win, to give Su Mo a step down.
At this moment, his idea was completely dispelled. In this game, he must show all his strength!
For everyone's doubts, Su Mo smiled slightly. He didn't have any thoughts to explain. Anyway, everyone would react after the meeting.
After all, again and again, can't do it again and again!
The game continued and the two sides exchanged the right to serve.
Looking at the table tennis ball in his hand, Su Mo showed a smile. His behavior of competing for a place in the competition was already high-profile. Since that's the case, let's be more high-profile.
Luck ball?
Then let everyone see what luck is!
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