Chapter 942 Water Discharge

Was it luck Ni Ke didn't know, but he knew it couldn't go on like this.

This time, Mang Yanguo was the only one who participated in the table tennis match with another player. The coach set the goal for the two of them to reach the quarterfinals, so he could only lose at most one of the four games in the group stage. Otherwise, you will definitely not be able to enter the knockout round.

He didn't want to use up his only gold medal for avoiding death in the first game, and he would win this game no matter what.

Thinking of this, his posture of taking the shot has changed, from horizontal to vertical.

Looking at table tennis players all over the world, there are very few vertical players.

Seeing this scene, Su Mo's eyes did not change.

For him, whether it is a horizontal shot or a vertical shot, the game is doomed from the very beginning.

Low throw and pronation, very strong spin.

When the ball landed on the Sumo sphere, the ball's orbit changed dramatically.

but……

Attack, score; four to zero!

Still so precise, still so fast, Ni Ke swiped the racket in a hurry, but only hit the air.

This time, he was completely panicked.

Once or twice can also be attributed to luck, but three or four rushing points can never be luck.

It's not luck, it's strength.

But isn't Su Mo a fifth-grade mathematician?

When did you even play table tennis so well?

This unscientific!

No matter what Ni Ke thought, Su Mo had an expressionless face. It was his turn to serve, just like before, with a high toss and backspin.

Ni Ke learned to be smart this time, and deliberately lowered the angle of the racket's return, resulting in the ball being so low that it almost wiped the net.

When he saw the return ball path, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, such a low ball is impossible...

"boom--"

Ni Ke froze in place, he turned his head to look at the ping pong ball that was still beating beside the fence behind him, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Or attack?

How can you attack from that angle?

Most importantly, it worked!

The referee on the spot raises his hand and the score is valid.

Five to zero.

This time, even Ni Ke's coach couldn't stand it anymore and made a pause to the referee.

The referee nodded, "Coach Mang Yanguo Deyul asked for a timeout, and the game will continue for one minute."

"Niko, what are you doing?"

Looking at Ni Ke, who was a little lost in front of him, Deyul said anxiously: "It's only been a few minutes, and it's already five to zero, you quickly get back to your state."

"Coach, you have seen the speed of Su Mo's attack just now, I couldn't react at all."

Ni Ke has a bitter look on his face, he has always been in the state, but he just can't get it...

Deyour: "..."

On the other hand, Deng Xuduan persuaded bitterly: "Mr. Su, save your hands a little bit, don't beat people too badly."

"I've already left!"

Su Mo took a sip of water and explained helplessly: "Coach Deng, you can see that my return to the ball was normal, and I didn't dare to use too much force, but the opponent couldn't pick it up, so I couldn't help it!"

"Then reduce the strength a little bit."

Deng Xuduan said: "Also, don't rush to attack. If you attack the opponent's player again, I'm afraid you will give up on yourself."

"Okay, then I'll take my hands!" Su Mo nodded and took another sip of water.

In fact, he wanted to learn how to wipe the sweat from the players on TV, but he found that he didn't sweat at all, so he could only choose to drink water.

Deng Xuduan sighed helplessly, he was sure of one thing, Su Mo should only participate in this competition.

After all, his identity is there, and the World Championships and Olympic Games in the next two years, as well as large and small competitions; the venues are not in Xia Guo.

A fifth-level mathematician would never go abroad because of participating in the competition. Even if Su Mo himself wanted to, the country would not.

Grade 5 mathematicians are so important!

Because of this, if Su Mo's performance in this sports meeting is too overwhelming, then only his coach will be under pressure.

A minute passed in a blink of an eye, and the game continued.

Continue to serve, this time Su Mo took Deng Xuduan's suggestion, he gave up the attack and chose to fight back normally.

Only then did the two sides fight back and forth, testing, adjusting angles, and pulling each other.

Mutual exchange.

Ni Ke's tense heart was slowly let go, but he soon realized that something was wrong, because no matter how fierce the fight, the one who lost points in the end was himself.

"boom--"

The referee raised his hand, "Ten to zero!"

Seeing something was wrong, Deng Xuduan hurriedly called a timeout, and when Su Mo walked in front of him, he said with a bitter face: "Mr. Su, didn't I tell you to put some water in? Why did you beat them ten to zero? No way. It's eleven to zero!"

"I'm running out of water!"

Su Mo spread out his hands, "Coach Deng, didn't you see how fiercely the two of us fought? Actually, if I'm serious, I'll score with one blow."

"And don't worry, I will never play 10-0, I'll make a point for this next goal."

"I…"

At this moment, Deng Xuduan felt extremely tired.

Su Mo did put water in, but it was completely different from the water in his mouth. What he meant was to let Su Mo give some points

At least on the surface it should be seen.

Water also needs knowledge!

"Mr. Su, you give a little more points. It's better to control the score at around 11:5 and 11:6. Do you think this will work?"

"This is not a waste of time!"

Su Mo wondered: "It's almost enough to give up one point, and the face is also given. It's just a waste of time to continue to give up."

Deng Xuduan: "..."

The one-minute timeout expired. With the referee's reminder, Su Mo returned to the table.

Serve error.

Ten to one!

The corner of Deng Xuduan's mouth twitched slightly when the coach was watching the war zone. It was exactly the same as the last time he let the ball, without a trace of acting skills, anyone could see that Su Mo made a deliberate mistake.

Ni Ke had also heard about the rule that the Xia Guo team did not play 11:0. He only felt powerless for Su Mo's handicap behavior.

Can't really beat...

Even Su Mo is so powerful, how scary are the other Xia Guo team players?

Simply unimaginable!

But what he didn't know was that Su Mo was the strongest player in the Xia Guo team, not one of them.

"boom--"

With a strong smash, the first round ended, 11:1.

Whether it is the group stage or the next knockout, it is a best-of-five game system, and only the final is a best-of-seven game.

After each round, players have a two-minute rest period.

"Is it shameful?"

Deyul frowned deeply, his face was very ugly, "You have had your head shaved. You are in this state now, not to mention reaching the quarter-finals, even the probability of qualifying for the group stage is not high."

Ni Ke whispered: "Coach, didn't I get a point?"

"fart!"

Hearing this, Deyul was so angry that he just wanted to curse, "That point was given by others, does it have anything to do with you?"

"Even if you let it, that's still a point!" Ni Ke continued to mutter.

What can he do?

Can't beat it!

Deyour: "..."