Fan Xiaoxian suddenly stood up from the chair and was about to protest to the referee, but was grabbed by Wang Chao.
"Don't be impulsive." Wang Chao said, "You should take a look first before talking."
The ball flew high and bounced high until it exceeded the height of Geng Shuai's head.
Geng Shuai took a step back, raised the racket, and dunked.
The ball fell to Niu Linjun, but it was already at an unreachable height. When it fell again, it had even flown over the baffle and landed on the auditorium, which shows how heavy the ball is.
Geng Shuai score, 1:0.
Fan Xiaoxian said "Huh" and quickly sat down.
Wang Chao said, "Don't think of Brother Geng as so fragile. After all, when he faced Christian Hart on the court, he smashed five balls before collapsing."
He paused and added, "The last time I met Yoshikawa Hiroshi, the reason why he was so fragile was because it was the fourth game, and his attention had already been distracted by that time. But today is the first game. He only played 16 minutes in the previous two games combined, and there are so many spectators who have been encouraging him... I think Brother Geng is in a pretty good mental state now."
Fan Xiaoxian's beautiful eyes flashed and she said, "Do you know about him?"
Wang Chao said "Hmm".
Fan Xiaoxian then said, "Did Qin Huachang tell you?"
Wang Chao nodded.
Fan Xiaoxian seemed to want to ask, but held back.
"Sister Xian, you don't have to guess, it's not a secret."
Wang Chao took the initiative and said, "He just wanted to go to Xiangnan Province Liancheng City City and passed by Jiangcheng on the way, so he stopped by to see me."
Compared to the relaxed atmosphere at Spade Q, the atmosphere in the contestants' seats at Jingyue Bay was a bit solemn.
Fang Yuan and the four players around her were all staring at the little ball Gao Fei soaring into the sky, wondering if Geng Shuai could continue to dunk.
This is already the sixth ball.
Some things may feel shameful when you first do them, but once you do them for the first time, there will be no psychological barriers later.
For example, cross-dressing, or lobbing.
So Niu Linjun did nothing in this round and focused on lobbing.
For the first and second balls, he directly hit the ball high and was beaten to death by Geng Shuai.
In the third and fourth ball, Geng Shuai threw a high ball. He directly returned the high ball and was beaten to death by Geng Shuai.
On the fifth ball, he continued to hit the ball high and was beaten to death.
Now it was the sixth ball, and he still shot high. He bet that Geng Shuai would collapse.
Because Fang Yuan told him last night that Geng Shuai was defeated by the sixth golf ball in the international arena.
In Osmanthus Fragrance Club's home game half a month ago, Yoshikawa Hiroshi only played three high balls, and Geng Shuai collapsed.
So at this moment, Jingyue Bay, one woman, five men, and twelve eyes were all looking at the slowly falling silver ball, waiting for Geng Shuai to collapse.
Geng Shuai stepped back, raised the racket, and heard a crisp and loud "pop", another perfect dunk.
6:0.
Niu Linjun's hand holding the racket trembled slightly. He glanced to the sidelines and saw Fang Yuan's sure and confident eyes.
This is telling him, "Keep playing."
Niu Linjun throws the ball to Geng Shuai.
Geng Shuai serves and continues to throw high.
Niu Linjun Take a deep breath.
At this moment, he had an irresistible urge to slice the ball over. He even acted impulsively and hit the ball directly from the board.
"Why can he hit it so irresponsibly, while I have to be careful, trembling, and calculating every ball?"
But in the end, he suppressed his inner impulse, took a step back very rationally, and raised the ball high into the sky.
His face turned a little pale because he knew he only had the last five balls left.
Geng Shuai really hesitated.
After drawing six lobs in a row and serving two and a half rounds of lobs, his resistance to mental barriers began to weaken.
But at this time he made a hidden move that was unknown to anyone.
He pinched the palm of his hand with his left thumb, so hard that his nails may have sunk into the tender flesh of his palm.
This was not taught to him by Wang Chao, it was something he thought of himself.
He used to be a tough guy with a bad temper and liked to fight. Compared to a sweet guy like Wang Chao, he knew that pain was the best way to stay awake.
He used the pain to help him focus.
He stepped back and dunked again to score the point.
7:0.
Niu Linjun is already on the verge of collapse.
He was sweating profusely, and it looked like he was physically exhausted, but in fact he didn't move at all during these three games.
His mind was empty and he felt exhausted from calculations, but in fact Geng Shuai's tactics were simple, crude and clear at a glance.
He is like Don Quixote fighting against windmills. He tried his best, but all he got was that his opponent remained motionless.
Like a clown.
Heroic and funny.
He looked at the players' box again.
Fang Yuan's eyes were still firm, even a little fierce, like an irritated female leopard, and she nodded slightly to Niu Linjun, indicating to him to continue shooting high balls and not to be afraid.
Niu Linjun shook his head, squatted down, and tightened his shoelaces.
Geng Shuai stood quietly in front of the stage the whole time, watching every move of Niu Linjun.
He knows what Niu Linjun is doing.
When I was in the national team, the coach also taught similar skills.
But since coming to Table Tennis First Division, he has never used any skills in playing.
He always goes up to fight, simple and rude, and relies on his gifted physical condition and superhuman skills to unreasonably defeat most of the Table Tennis First Division teams.
But when he met Zhu Ding or Niu Linjun, he still chose to be simple and crude.
So he will be beaten to death by Zhu Ding 3:1 defensive counterattack, and he will also be dragged to death by Niu Linjun 3:0.
He never thought about changing because he felt that winning or losing was numb.
Until now.
At this moment, seeing Niu Linjun trying to delay time and calming down his own emotions, Geng Shuai suddenly felt nostalgic.
He felt that after today's battle, he felt a little bit better than he did in the international arena.
That kind of calculation, that kind of intrigue, that kind of racking your brains just to get one more point.
That was something he had tried hard to do...
He felt like he had "come alive" today, from a walking corpse to flesh and blood.
He began to rethink how to rationally use all off-field factors to win the game.
Then it occurred to him.
He put his racket on the table, made a "pause" gesture to the referee, and walked slowly to the sidelines.
This is definitely a change that no one expected.
After finishing tying his shoelaces, Niu Linjun got up and found that no one was there, and there was a countdown sign indicating a pause on the table opposite.
Everyone else is stupid...
Seeing Geng Shuai walking next to him, Wang Chao couldn't help but ask, "Brother Geng, what do you think?"
"I didn't think too much." Geng Shuai said very honestly, "I just think that at this time, he should be desperately trying to find a rhythm. He is already quite chaotic, so I have to find a way to interrupt him and make him more chaotic. Pausing is the only way I can think of."
Wang Chao could only smile bitterly.
So, people like Brother Geng are legendary talented players.
Not only is he physically talented, but he also has very good intuition in terms of technique and tactics.
Although he doesn't like to think and likes to play power ball, he is actually very sensitive to the battle situation and atmosphere.
This is really a fine piece of jade, and it is a good seedling that has a chance to become Grand Slam. Unfortunately, once you make a mistake, you will delay it for a lifetime. Now seven years have passed, and I am older, and the opportunity has gone forever.
It can be seen from this that how many talents have been buried in the Chinese table tennis world over the years?
It's just that Niu Linjun is so pitiful.
The rhythm itself was chaotic, and when the pause was called, he almost collapsed.
When the game started again, he was still confused. Geng Shuai served a lob. He tried to loft the ball, but the force of the shot was too strong, and the ball went directly off the stage.
8:0.
Next is the serving wheel of Niu Linjun.
He still put up a high ball.
Geng Shuai had the same reaction as before, hesitating a little, but the ball was high enough and fell slowly enough. After hesitating, he still mustered up the courage to hit Niu Linjun to death with one blow.
Niu Linjun The hot sweat that had just been wiped off poured out from the gaps in the hair again.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, turning his head slightly, as if he wanted to look at Fang Yuan again, but in the end he held back and sent a... short underspin.
At this last moment, the familiar "short rotation stalemate" was still the only thing he trusted.
He didn't dare to look at Fang Yuan, because he knew that Fang Yuan's attitude must be to lob the ball.
But he didn't want to listen anymore.
He was about to be overwhelmed by the voice from within.
Geng Shuai I really didn't expect it to be a short backspin.
But his reaction was extremely fast, as if he had returned to his heyday seven years ago. In an instant, he took a step sideways, took a step forward, and directly went sideways around the stage to violently challenge.
At this moment Niu Linjun's heart almost jumped out of his chest!
He is willing to trade three years of his life for Geng Shuai failed in the challenge.
However...
The challenge was successful!
Niu Linjun tried his best to catch it, but he felt that his body was heavier than ever, like a bag of cement soaked by heavy rain. He rushed forward and swung the racket, but the ball missed the edge of the racket.
With a "pop", he fell to the ground. Although he was not injured, he was in an unprecedented state of embarrassment.
But from the players' bench in the distance, Fang Yuan's clear voice with a hint of anger sounded, "We request a timeout."
The game was suspended again.
Niu Linjun stood outside the barrier, listening to Fang Yuan's endless teachings in his ears, feeling physically and mentally tired.
He listened for a long time, but only got one idea: he shouldn't serve short backspin, but should let the ball go high, because something was wrong with Geng Shuai, and his own short backspin would give his opponent a sigh of relief.
"But, I've already had a short backspin, what else can I do?"
"You can't turn back time."
Niu Linjun only thought about these words in his heart and did not say them out.
"The last ball is a high ball." Fang Yuan told him, "Don't worry about anything else. Even if you lose, there is a high probability that we will win today. You just need to implement the established tactics from beginning to end."
Niu Linjun was silent for a long time, and then whispered, "Sister Yuan, have you ever thought that I would be shaved bald, which would be very embarrassing."
Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Can you win with short backspin?"
Niu Linjun fell silent again.
He actually admires Fang Yuan very much because he thinks Fang Yuan is the most professional team leader and the second most professional coach among the twelve teams of Table Tennis First Division.
The reason why it is the second professional coach is because the coach Poseidon Club is so professional.
But Fang Yuan is the only female among all the coaches, and she is so young and beautiful, intellectually wise, with a strong aura, tough character, superb intelligence, and decisive in dealing with things. All these words are gathered in Fang Yuan, making her shine with a halo.
Spade Q's team leader Fan Xiaoxian and Fang Yuan's best friend seemed like a heartless fool in comparison.
So Niu Linjun has a crush on Fang Yuan.
But Fang Yuan is not only outstanding, but also has a superior family background. The entire Jingyuewan Club belongs to her family.
Therefore, Niu Linjun's love is filled with awe, admiration, and a little bit of inferiority. He dare not express it verbally and can only keep it silently.
He never felt that there was any flaw in Fang Yuan.
Until this moment, he suddenly had a strange thought.
He was thinking, in fact, the silly elder sister of Spade Q who leads the team seems to be quite good.
Geng Shuai can stay in the same team for six years without moving. Maybe it's because... he has a good time, right?
The timeout ended and the third game ended quickly.
The miracle did not happen. Geng Shuai still withstood the pressure and killed Niu Linjun with the last slam, completely defeating his own hand.
The most important thing is that this is a bald ball.
In fact, Geng Shuai and Niu Linjun have no personal grudges. Instead, they drink together every year when they meet. As a big man from Northeast China, Niu Linjun is calculating and meticulous on the court, but he is a very forthright and open-minded man outside the court.
If given a choice, Geng Shuai doesn't want this bald head.
But today's situation has evolved into a mutual extreme resistance between him and Niu Linjun. Niu Linjun bet that he would collapse, and he bet that he would not collapse.
He really didn't dare to relax even a little bit.
He was afraid that as long as he deliberately conceded a ball, he would end up like he did seven years ago, breaking the string in his heart and being bounced back by Niu Linjun, allowing two to chase three.
So, I can only apologize.
At most, I will punish myself with three drinks tonight to apologize for my sins, it's all in vain!