The first game ended with endless cheers, and the final score was 11:2.
Mizutori Hato wanted to shave his head, but Zhu Ding was lucky. In this game, he missed the edge and the net, and scored two points.
It is worth mentioning that this game lasted ten minutes, far exceeding Yoshikawa Dai Moku's pre-game estimate.
But this is not Zhu Ding's problem. Instead, it is Mizutori Hato himself who is stalling for time. He makes all kinds of strange moves during the game, twisting his waist, pushing his hips, circling the court, thinking about serving, wiping sweat, all in front of Zhu Ding's face was jumping up and down, and he used endless small movements to challenge Zhu Ding's endurance, as if he was saying in front of Zhu Ding: "Come on, come on, see if I'm so slutty, come and slap me."
Zhu Ding didn't react at all during the whole process, but his eyes were deep and dark, and no one knew what he was thinking.
In fact, he was beaten very awkwardly. He almost fell down many times while saving the ball. He was also manipulated by Mizutori Hato and flew around the stage. He looked like a clown who was being manipulated.
But he remained calm, spared no effort to save the ball, and ran wildly, as if he couldn't tell that the opponent was teasing him.
After the first game ended, Zhu Ding did not leave the court. He still stood quietly in front of the stage, lowering his head as if in deep thought, waiting for the second game to begin.
Soon, the second game started.
Mizutori Hato's touch is getting better and better, and his emotions are aroused to the highest level. People like him are crazy. In this situation, he is like a madman. Some of the shots he hit are simply unbelievable. Even the big bosses in the imperial capital can't help but admire in their hearts when they see it.
Under the background of Mizutori Hato, Zhu Ding has become darker and darker, almost turning into a symbol, a facial makeup, and a passerby, used to increase Mizutori Hato's fan base.
Ten minutes later, the second game ended, and the score was still 11:2.
After many attempts, Zhu Ding finally succeeded in scoring with a blast. In addition, Mizutori Hato once pulled a very difficult ball because he wanted to show off, but made a mistake and lost a point.
After this game, there were already 24 minutes and only four minutes were left, which was not enough to finish the third game, so the game directly entered the fast5 stage.
But Mizutori Hato felt a little unhappy instead.
Yes, he likes to ridicule and provoke, but the fun of ridicule is that after you ridicule, the other party will be extremely angry, but there is nothing he can do about you.
That look of incompetence and rage is what Mizutori Hato likes to see the most.
But the opponent in front of him named Zhu Ding is too quiet.
Even if he was tortured and toyed with in various ways by himself regarding the specific content of the game, and was even embarrassed when saving the ball, he always looked expressionless after playing.
This made Mizutori Hato feel like he had an emotion that he couldn't express.
Obviously I have shown off very well and all the foreplay is in place, but the last shiver cannot come out.
Sometimes the emotional tension between people is like this. Whoever takes it seriously first loses.
Mizutori Hato's various provocations, including various coquettish movements of twisting and swaying her hips, initially made everyone think that Zhu Ding must have been humiliated and stupid, right? Isn't this a real person PK?
But the problem is that after waiting for a full twenty minutes and playing two whole rounds, Zhu Ding didn't give any response. At this time, everyone couldn't help but think the other way around: Is Zhu Ding seeing a joke?
Will Mizutori Hato's provocative behavior look like a clown jumping up and down in the eyes of Zhu Ding?
Once this kind of emotion appears, it will expand rapidly. Mizutori Hato himself has a narrow-minded and paranoid temperament, otherwise he would not have such a bad mouth for many years. At this moment, once he has this kind of thought, he cannot suppress it.
But he was a veteran after all, so he immediately realized that this emotion was dangerous and suppressed it forcefully.
"Well, since this person is so boring, let's seize the time to eliminate him in the fast5 stage. Anyway, I have shown enough."
Mizutori Hato thinks so and does this.
In the third game, he stopped being weird, and his style of play became simple and smooth. First, he used a short underspin, then fought short on the stage, then used his better touch to get an opportunity to attack, and finally beat his opponent to death through continuous attacks.
Three minutes later, he won the third game 5:0.
Although it is a strange rule of 5 points, there is no doubt that this is a bald head.
He circled the venue again for half a circle, interacting with the audience, and then couldn't help but look back to see Zhu Ding's reaction.
Then he was surprised.
He found that Zhu Ding was not expressionless this time. On the contrary, Zhu Ding looked a little excited.
Um... a little excited?
Shouldn't it be anger or humiliation, or frustration, helplessness, and despair?
Why the excitement?
He noticed that Zhu Ding's eyes were on the audience, and he subconsciously followed Zhu Ding's eyes.
However, there were too many people in the audience, and everyone was waving support objects and yelling wildly, making it impossible to see anything clearly. In the end, Mizutori Hato didn't know what Zhu Ding saw.
The director also cut the camera to Zhu Ding's face.
Therefore, Zhu Ding's expression at this moment fell into the eyes of countless viewers around the world through the live broadcast source.
No one knows what Zhu Ding is looking at.
Only four big bosses far away in the imperial capital knew.
"This is really fate." Even Cai Guodong couldn't help but sigh, "He really saw Old He... In this way, Old He's trip was not in vain."
This is actually an extremely important moment, but no one knows it yet.
No one knows how significant it is for Zhu Ding that He Jingping appears in the stands.
Because at this moment, Zhu Ding is actually about to collapse.
Just as Zhu Zeshi and others speculated, Zhu Ding actually wanted to look like a winner. He came to T2 with a goal.
Even if he cannot win the championship, he still hopes to be in the top four, and he hopes to maintain the consistent purpose of Chinese table tennis players: not to lose in foreign games.
But he met Mizutori Hato in the first round.
He remained silent, not because he was pretending to be cool, but because he felt desperate. This despair was overwhelming and made it hard for him to breathe. When Wang Chao came to him for discussion, he very much hoped that Wang Chao could give him a clear idea, but Wang Chao said he didn't know, so Zhu Ding collapsed, and he refused to discuss and closed himself off.
But he is a Scorpio, a silent, stubborn and arrogant Scorpio, and he cannot admit defeat.
He could only cover up his inner fragility with silence, and told himself over and over again: He must hold on.
Even if the opponent is Sun Tianlong, you cannot admit defeat, let alone the opponent is only Mizutori Hato?
As expected during the game, he was beaten, humiliated, and toyed with over and over again. When he was running desperately to save the ball, he knew that he was in a mess. Many people were laughing at his appearance at the moment, but he also knew that as long as I acted indifferently enough, others would not know my panic.
He actually succeeded, because he made Mizutori Hato unable to find any sense of accomplishment.
But he also failed, because after his head was shaved in the third game, he had an emotional breakdown.
If nothing else goes wrong, his skills will directly change in the fourth game. He will no longer work hard to save the ball, but will pessimistically wait for failure.
But at this time, he casually looked into the distance and saw He Jingping.
At this moment, he felt goosebumps all over his back.
It was a shocking emotion when an unexpected unexpected thing suddenly happened.
That's why he showed excitement, he really lost his temper.
But what followed was a renewed surge of confidence.
"Little Martial Uncle appears in the stands at this time. Of course, he is not here for Wang Chao, but only for me."
"So, how could I give up?"
"Even if I have to lose, I have to fight until the last moment. Otherwise, how can I stand up straight in front of Little Martial Uncle?"
Zhu Ding took a deep breath, his whole figure seemed to be rejuvenated, and his eyes were filled with dazzling brilliance.
He squatted down, held the racket forward, and jumped briskly with his feet staggered on the ground, assuming a posture of eagerness to try.
This made many people in the industry couldn't help but say "Eh", because they all know that athletes can only perform such brisk movements when they are in good condition and full of expectations, but now Zhu Ding, shouldn't he be full of bitterness and hatred, and his legs are as heavy as lead?
Zhu Ding serve, short backspin.
Mizutori Hato swing short.
Zhu Ding swings back.
After three repetitions, Mizutori Hato once again took the lead and got the right to attack.
He hit the ball cleanly inside the table. The ball was extremely beautiful and went straight into the Zhu Ding left-hand baseline at a wide angle. It was both sudden and high-quality.
Mizutori Hato knew that he probably had it, but he didn't think about the taunting thing again because he was a little annoyed and wanted to finish the fourth game quickly and defeat him.
But Zhu Ding reacted surprisingly quickly this time. He moved his body one step to the left and actually turned the ball over with his backhand.
Mizutori Hato was a little surprised, but not surprised. He continued to attack again. This time, it took seven shots to kill Zhu Ding.
1:0.
Zhu Ding served again, but he used the reverse side of the racket to make an extremely rare left spin.
This kind of ball that turns in the horizontal direction has a certain market among amateur players, but for professional players, as long as the ball is out of the ball and does not have enough backspin, it can be hit directly.
So Mizutori Hato starts the board directly.
But Zhu Ding had anticipated it and blocked it steadily.
Mizutori Hato draws again.
Zhu Ding pulls back.
Mizutori Hato pull again.
The ball turned into a stalemate in the middle.
Another 6 boards passed, Mizutori Hato scored, 2:0.
But Mizutori Hato became anxious instead.
He has played in international competitions for more than ten years and has encountered countless opponents, both unknowns and established players, but he is convinced that so far, no one has been as tough as the guy in front of him.
Table tennis is a sport that tests emotional fluctuations very much. Because the difference between victory and defeat is usually decided in less than one second, the requirements for athletes' mental stability are so high that they are almost abnormal.
This is probably the most challenging event in the world that tests players' mentality.
It is also because of this that even the top players and top-notch players cannot be tenacious and unyielding from beginning to end.
For example, if you watch a football match, the team that may be lagging behind is looking for opportunities from beginning to end, so you will feel that they have not given up.
But have you ever thought about whether any team member of a lagging team felt desperate at any moment during the dozens of minutes they persisted?
In fact, there must be, and it can even be said that in any football game, any member of the lagging team will feel frustrated at a certain moment while running. It is just because teammates are constantly cheering each other up, so they can pick themselves up in the shortest time, that's all.
But in the world of table tennis, this moment of frustration actually means a mental breakdown, because the frustration of just one second will have the most intuitive result when reflected in the game: you don't perform well on this ball and lose points.
Of course, since it is a one-man battle, there will be no teammates to cheer you on.
So Mizutori Hato actually feels that Zhu Ding should have collapsed long ago.
I beat you so badly in the first game, why didn't you collapse?
I beat you like a dog in the second game, why don't you collapse?
I even shaved your head in the third game. You participated in an international competition for the first time in seven years, and your head was shaved. Are you still not broken?
It's the fourth game now and you're still losing. Is it time for you to collapse?
But why are you still resisting so tenaciously every time, even more fiercely than just now?
Mizutori Hato gritted his teeth, took the ball from the caddy, and served Sneak Long Serve.
He was really a little impatient.
He didn't believe that anyone could really persevere from start to finish in such a disastrous situation.
Thanks to "Autumn Wind Small Building" and "Yuzhongyu" for the reward.