Zhu Ding regained the right to serve.
Before this game, some sharp-tongued people described it as "the least anticipated world-class final", but now that it has been played, many people have become interested.
Although the scores in the first three games were one-sided, the tenacity shown by Zhu Ding did not make the game too boring. In this game, the whole process has been extremely interesting.
It can be said that almost every ball is a different style.
These few goals made the participating players confused. They recalled Zhu Ding's previous two games against Mizutori Hato and Lu Feiyang. When comparing this game, they had no idea what the 27-year-old guy's true style was.
Why did things suddenly start to get messy?
Is it because of the civil war in China Table Tennis that the two players began to hide their strength and play exhibition matches?
As soon as this thought passed through the minds of the contestants, they quickly shook their heads and denied themselves.
Because they can see how high the quality of these balls is.
In fact, even in the rooms far away in the imperial capital, several big bosses were aroused. Some pushed up their reading glasses, some rubbed their sore eyes, and some simply walked to the TV and squatted down in an inconspicuous manner.
They all wanted to see Zhu Ding's performance more clearly at this moment and see what the final few balls would look like.
"He seems to be standing up?" Qin Huachang said.
"It's hard to say." Zhu Zeshi had a rare smile on his face, "But the foul ball just now was interesting."
Cai Guodong felt a little regretful. "Old He, you shouldn't have come back... I'm thinking that if you are still in the audience and you are seen by him again, maybe you can stimulate something interesting."
He Jingping shook his head and whispered, "I must come back."
Everyone looked at him and Zhu Zeshi said, "Junior brother, please speak clearly."
He Jingping looked a little strange, looked at the screen blankly, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Wang Chao is going to compete, and I don't want to lead the team. But Xiao Ding is going to play Mizutori Hato, but I rush to cheer up overnight... If I don't come back quickly, what will Wang Chao think if he sees me?"
Cai Guodong smiled and said, "Those are two different things. Sakura Country's intention to engage in T League is to compete with our Table Tennis Super League. Of course we can't go. As long as one of us goes, the nature will change... But if you go to cheer for Zhu Ding, that is a private act. What does it have to do with it? Wang Chao This kid is precocious, even if he knows, he can understand."
He Jingping shook his head. "Head coach, that's not the case. If we are playing mahjong now, then it doesn't matter how much I favor Xiao Ding, but now we are playing table tennis, and I am Wang Chao's table tennis coach, so I shouldn't put Xiao Ding in a higher position than him."
Cai Guodong disagreed. "Wang Chao has no mental disorder, and he is more calculating than you. You, the coach, can't help, but Zhu Ding did defeat Mizutori Hato with your encouragement. Facts have proved that you are right to go there, Old He, we have to look at the actual results when looking at the problem, as long as the outcome is good, Don't get into trouble."
He Jingping still shook his head. "This is unfair. Is it possible that Wang Chao is strong enough, independent enough, and can solve everything by himself, so I really don't care about him? Is it possible that a child who really cries will be fed?"
Cai Guodong couldn't speak anymore and was a little annoyed. He turned around and glared at Zhu Zeshi: "Your junior brother is acting stupid again. Go tell him."
Zhu Zeshi had no choice but to cough, clear his throat, and said, "Junior brother, you have been there and come back. Everything has happened. What's the point of talking about it now?"
"It makes sense." He Jingping said seriously, "Although I went to Sakura Country, I know that what I did was wrong. I was just impulsive and couldn't hold it back... I have thought clearly that it was wrong to hide it from Wang Chao. When he comes back this time, I must tell him everything exactly and apologize to him. I shouldn't be biased. I ask for his forgiveness."
Everyone looked at each other, feeling that Old He had gone crazy again.
But He Jingping wasn't done mad yet. He suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Zhu Zeshi: "Senior brother, Xiao Ding, I'm afraid he has a deeper affection for me than you. Plus, I'm not married myself, so I have treated him as my own son for so many years. But now, there is something I must explain to you clearly. Don't blame me."
Zhu Zeshi was a little annoyed by him, stretched out his hand and forced him into the chair, and cursed, "Don't fucking pretend to be crazy with me, do you think you are still twenty years old? Just say what you have to say, can I still blame you?"
He Jingping said, "Okay, let me tell you the truth. Senior brother, Zhu Ding has been in the Northeast these years, and the separation between your father and son was all because of me. I have always felt sorry for you. Now that he is back, although I have not been able to provide for you in the past seven years, this matter has finally been resolved, and the grudge between Zhu Ding and I has been settled."
Zhu Zeshi felt something was wrong and frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about? How come the grudges have been settled? You will still be his Little Martial Uncle from now on. You can't refuse him when he comes to play with you."
"I won't refuse." He Jingping's attitude was extremely serious. "But senior brother, I acted willfully and made many mistakes in the first half of my life. Now I think about it and it's time to take responsibility. I owe Xiaojiu a lot and almost ruined his entire career. I must make double compensation in the future."
"As for Wang Chao... Although he is young, I have always felt that he is not like my disciple, but more like my teacher. If it were not for him, I am afraid that my life would have been ruined long ago. Now I am still hiding in Jiangcheng City's kitchen and giving up on myself,"
"So from today on, I must restrain myself and warn myself again and again. From now on, all my efforts and feelings will be entrusted to my disciples. No matter how much I love Xiao Ding in my heart, I will never be able to treat him the same way as before. From now on, the only ones I really care about in my heart are my own disciples."
He paused and felt a little sad. "So going to Sakura Country to see him this time should be regarded as my last indulgence before taking responsibility."
Zhu Zeshi was slightly dazed and could not speak for a while.
He has always felt that his junior brother is like an old naughty boy who will never grow up, never think about things, and will never learn to take responsibility and endure grievances. So now that he suddenly heard this sincere confession, he was a little unable to turn around.
He Jingping After saying the main thing, he suddenly lost his seriousness. Seeing that his senior brother remained silent, he was a little worried and said, "Senior brother, you won't blame me, right?"
Zhu Zeshi finally turned the corner. He let out a long breath, with a bit of relief in his eyes, and patted He Jingping on the shoulder. "Junior brother, you have grown up."
He Jingping: "Huh?"
On the TV screen, the game continues.
Zhu Ding serves.
He served a very strange ball. It was neither short backspin nor Sneak Long Serve, but neither long nor short, neither fast nor slow.
To be precise, he just threw the ball up in an ordinary way, and then sliced it casually without applying much force.
It feels like you're tired from practicing, so you just hit a few balls for fun.
But the ball was a little too long.
It flew all the way to the bottom line of the table on the Wang Chao side, and slowly fell. It seemed to have landed on the table, but in the end it was just a little bit close and went directly out of bounds.
2:3, Wang Chao overtook the score.
The audience started to make noise, and some of the audience showed anger, stood up and cursed at the stadium.
This ball is indeed too much like a deliberate suicide, giving people the feeling of colluding with match-fixing and deliberately conceding the ball.
The referee looked subtle, wondering whether to give a yellow card as a warning, but the problem was that this kind of thing could only be regarded as free will, and there was no evidence, so he didn't dare to give it.
Of course, the more important reason is that the referee who collaborated with Yoshikawa Hiroshi in cheating yesterday has been publicly informed this morning and received an extremely painful punishment. Even International Table Tennis Federation has publicly posted a message.
So now the referees in Sakura Country are all walking on thin ice, fearing that they will make the same mistakes again.
Zhu Ding didn't care. He didn't pay attention to what the audience was doing. His mind was full of fantastic ideas and he couldn't wait to try them. The way he was happy at this moment was somewhat similar to that of scientists.
It's such a joy to delve into and explore.
He hit another unremarkable slice that looked exactly like the one before.
The only difference is that this ball is slightly shorter than the previous one.
Seeing him take action, many spectators stood up and started shouting loudly. They felt that this was a blatant act of defiance.
But when the ball dropped, a miracle happened.
It landed right on the edge of the table. The bottom side of the ball lightly rubbed against one of the sidelines of the table, and then the ball fell directly.
This is a very, very subtle edge.
The score was tied again, 3:3.
Wang Chao didn't move at all.
He has actually taken a step back, waiting to see what will happen with the ball. Either he will go on stage or come out, he is prepared.
But he really couldn't control things like brushing aside things.
Wiping the edge and wiping the net are the most classic accidents in table tennis.
The difference is that if the serve misses the net, it needs to be served again, but if the serve misses the edge... then it can only be regarded as bad luck for the person receiving the ball.
Wang Chao was so blessed at this moment that he understood Zhu Ding's intention. He looked up and saw a proud look on Zhu Ding's face.
"He did it on purpose..."
"He served this kind of ball just to avoid the edge..."
Wang Chao was speechless, but also slightly shocked in his heart.
In fact, everyone knows that it is difficult to catch the ball on the edge, but why has no one ever thought of practicing specifically on the edge of the serve?
Because you can't practice it at all.
Table tennis masters can make the ball they hit hit the baffle placed anywhere on the table, and can hit the ball into a water glass with a diameter only slightly larger than the ball. Some of the more powerful ones can even make the ball turn around and accurately bypass multiple obstacles set up on the table through multiple bounces on the table.
But no matter how dazzling and breathtaking these technologies look, they are far inferior to your direct passing.
Because the above-mentioned gameplay, no matter how many changes there are, its accuracy is actually still the size of a small ball.
But if you want to edge it, the precision you need is just a line, which is the side edge of the table.
This has exceeded the highest level of accuracy that humans can grasp.
It is true that some people can improve their probability of hitting misses through a lot of practice, but that is meaningless.
Because in a professional game, everyone only has two serving rights in their serving round, and then they swap. If you want to win two points with these two serving rights, then your requirement for success rate is 100%.
You have to make every serve perfect, otherwise, the ball will either become a suicide, or it will become a high ball, waiting to be whipped to death.
So you see, although Zhu Ding's marginal kick caused exclamations from all over the court, although many Sakura Country spectators were shouting "Nani" or "Masaka", and many foreign spectators were shouting "amazing" or "noway", in fact, he won one point and lost one point on serve, which did not have much practical significance.
Wang Chao is 100% sure. Zhu Ding is just giving it a try. He has no 50% success rate at all. He can succeed only because he is lucky.
It's that simple.
Wang Chao regained the right to serve.
He still sent a short backspin.
No matter how many tricks Zhu Ding comes up with, he only knows one thing: I am stronger than you.
Therefore, it is absolutely correct to seek stability. This is not conservatism, but confidence, and it is also the best strategy.
But at this time, his curiosity was aroused by Zhu Ding, and he even hoped that Zhu Ding would come up with something new. As long as it was interesting enough, he didn't care about losing this round.
Anyway, this is already a civil war between Chinese table tennis players, and neither side has any burden in their hearts.
There are many people in the industry who speculate that the match between Wang Chao and Zhu Ding will be tragic because both sides have reasons to win.
Zhu Ding must win because he is not strong enough to win, so this time may be his only chance in this life.
And Wang Chao must win the championship, naturally because he has just made his debut and urgently needs to use "win the championship as soon as he debuts" to implement his reputation as a genius, so that he can be more reused by the Huaping coaching staff, so as to get more competition places next year.
It should be said that the speculation from the outside world is very reasonable and objective.
But what the outside world didn't expect was that Zhu Ding didn't want to win glory for the country at all. He was an advocate of Happy Ping Pong, while Wang Chao didn't look down on T2, a champion with very low gold content. His goal was the three major competitions, National Games and Grand Slam.