The last ball of the first game ended when Wang Chao failed to attack, and the final score was fixed at 11:4.
He walked off the table, stood in front of the board, drank a few sips of water, took the banana handed over by Fan Xiaoxian, took a bite, took a deep breath, touched his chest with his hand, and felt that the heart in his chest was beating, much more violently than usual.
The consumption of the ball in this game was equivalent to the consumption of an entire game in the previous rounds, because he was facing too much mental pressure.
From the first ball he stepped onto the court, his luck and optimism before the game were directly shattered. Then he adjusted to the mentality of a last-ditch fight. Then, he was infinitely beaten by Sun Tianlong. He cheered up again and again, and was photographed underground again and again.
Wang Chao has never been so frustrated in his life.
He really can't beat it.
Whenever he felt that he had found a chance, Sun Tianlong would show a new trump card and suppress him forcefully.
In the last ball of the game, he actually gave up a little on himself, because there was no possibility of a comeback with the score of 10:4, so he chose to grab a hasty shot.
In fact, he knew that he could not successfully hit that ball because Sun Tianlong's serve was too cautious and it was really watertight.
His head was buzzing, and he just wanted to get down quickly to wake up and regain his senses.
"If you really can't beat him, don't hold on. It's not embarrassing for us to lose to Sun Tianlong." Fan Xiaoxian looked at him with some worry. She had never seen Wang Chao beaten like this. The score was still second. The key was that his face was gray and defeated, his expression was ugly, and even his eyes showed despair.
"As an on-site coach, you will be fined for speaking like this." Wang Chao made a difficult joke, and then said, "It's okay, I can handle it."
Fan Xiaoxian is still worried. "But there's no point in carrying it on. Why not preserve your strength? Maybe our formation behind us will be advantageous?"
Wang Chao smiled, not knowing how to explain it for a while.
He actually still has a chance.
Because of the things Dragon Team showed, whether it was desperate attacks on the stage, various extremely fast retreats, or full-out continuous explosions, the physical load was very heavy.
Especially the penultimate ball, two consecutive all-out bursts of physical exhaustion, a high load that even young players cannot bear.
He didn't believe that Dragon Team was really made of iron.
So what he needs now is actually not concern, but encouragement. He doesn't need others to analyze the situation and reason, he just needs some support.
Fan Xiaoxian is a good team leader and a good nanny in life, but he is indeed not a good on-field coach.
Fortunately, Geng Shuai suddenly squeezed over and forced Fan Xiaoxian aside.
Fan Xiaoxian was staggered by his squeeze. She turned around and looked a little angry. She was about to speak, but stopped because she saw that Geng Shuai's expression was a little ferocious at this time.
The appearance of Brother Geng at this moment is actually a bit like when Table Tennis First Division beat Poseidon. At that time, he forcibly tore Wang Chao's clothes in front of countless spectators, scaring Wang Chao so much that his screams broke.
At this moment, he grabbed Wang Chao's shoulders with both hands.
Wang Chao was a little nervous for no reason. He struggled for a moment but didn't. He felt something bad in his heart. He quickly spoke and spoke quickly, "Brother Geng, don't mess around. I know you want to cheer me up. I have a good mentality. There is really no need to be like this. I..."
He struggled again, but still couldn't. He was even more panicked, but Geng Shuai's hand changed from holding his shoulder to grabbing the clothes on his shoulder, tightening, rotating...
Wang Chao I had goosebumps at this moment. I couldn't care less. A burst of power suddenly burst out from my body, and I screamed subconsciously. I jumped back desperately, and then... Brother Geng let go.
Wang Chao lost his balance and took two steps back. Still unable to stabilize, he flopped and sat down on the ground. The movement was very obvious and was seen by a large number of spectators, causing a roar of laughter.
Wang Chao was embarrassed and angry, his face turned red, he got up quickly, rushed over in a few steps, and said angrily, "Brother Geng you..."
Geng Shuai asked directly, "Are you still depressed?"
Wang Chao The half of the sentence suddenly got stuck in his throat, he blinked and stopped talking.
He was really beaten to despair just now, and Fan Xiaoxian persuaded him to give up. He could hardly hold on anymore, and even his smile was forced. But after being frightened by Brother Geng, he was not depressed anymore. Instead, his teeth were itching, and he wanted to hit someone.
"If you win Sun Tianlong, I'll beat you as much as you want." Geng Shuai chuckled, "If you can't win, then just hold it in."
At this time, the referee blows the whistle and both players return to the court.
Wang Chao immediately observed Sun Tianlong's expression.
Obviously, Sun Tianlong has also made some adjustments. The frown on his original frown has relaxed, and now he looks calm and calm.
Wang Chao couldn't help but look at Qin Huachang from a distance, but his eyes met Qin Huachang's, and then Qin Huachang glared at him fiercely and made a bared expression.
Wang Chao felt like there were little question marks on the top of his forehead.
Old Qin What happened?
Do you really have a problem with me?
He has already guided Sun Tianlong to beat me so badly. Why does it seem that not only has he not resolved his hatred, but he has become more dissatisfied with me?
Wang Chao shook his head vigorously to clear his mind and prepare to catch the ball.
In fact, by this time, he and Sun Tianlong already knew each other well.
After all, there were too many rounds and too many changes in the first game, and the two of them had already used everything they needed to use.
The fight is short, Wang Chao can't fight it.
Attack, Wang Chao can't win.
In a stalemate, Wang Chao can't pull it off.
The explosive power cannot be matched by Wang Chao.
In terms of endgame experience, Wang Chao cannot compare.
His only strength is technology. He can rely on technology to suppress Sun Tianlong's negative side and prevent Sun Tianlong from using many of his killer moves.
Wang Chao played exactly like this.
Sun Tianlong sent short backspin, and Wang Chao directly turned his backhand at a wide angle. No matter how Sun Tianlong hit, he would suppress Sun Tianlong's backhand at a wide angle. Even if the quality of the ball was lower and the spin was weaker, he didn't care. He just wanted to suppress this point.
Because he was sure that at this point, this distance, and this height, Sun Tianlong could not kill himself no matter what technique he used.
Anything that cannot defeat you will become a technical game, and in today's game, it is only in the technical game that you have never suffered a loss.
The first two balls were tied at 1:1. The ball that Wang Chao won happened to be a side ball when suppressing the backhand.
The ball he lost was because the ball was slightly high when pressing his backhand. Sun Tianlong predicted it in advance and forced the ball to move. He used a forehand to gain the initiative, and then hit two more boards to kill him.
Then Wang Chao served, two balls passed, still one win and one loss, and the score became 2:2.
This time, it was Sun Tianlong who chose to attack directly. He hit two short backspin balls, one was successful and the other was suicide.
Coming to Sun Tianlong's serving round again, this time, he gave up the short backspin serve and chose to directly aim at Wang Chao's backhand position and serve Bullet Serve at a wide angle. The purpose was clear at a glance, precisely to destroy the control of Wang Chao through strong rotation and high speed.
But this kind of ball also gives Wang Chao the opportunity to directly serve and attack.
Wang Chao successfully predicted, turned sideways in advance, and charged directly. In theory, this kind of ball belongs to Wang Chao's initiative. However, when Dragon Team's forehand was released, it burst out with terrible power.
He easily defused Wang Chao's explosive charge, and used a line change to directly mobilize Wang Chao's position, forcing Wang Chao to be unable to accurately control the landing point, and took the opportunity to launch a counterattack. He used a forehand to circle forward, then a forehand to widen the angle, and then followed up with a short drop, easily hanging Wang Chao.
So when he served Bullet Serve again, Wang Chao didn't dare to go sideways and charged. He chose to step back and play the long ball, and turned the ball to Dragon Team's backhand at a wide angle.
However, the ball was not far enough and did not reach the baseline, so Dragon Team directly circled half the table and forced the ball to score again.
The score became 4:2.
This is Dragon Team. Even if Wang Chao tries his best to suppress the backhand, as long as the quality is slightly lower, he can find a flaw in it that almost only exists in theory.
If Hook's playing style is directly unreasonable, then Dragon Team is definitely the limit of reasonable playing style.
Wang Chao's technical stability is good enough, but he still has negligence. This kind of negligence cannot be called mistakes, it can only be called normal fluctuations, but Dragon Team can catch even the flaws in this normal fluctuation.
He doesn't have Eagle Eye talent, but his eyes are already better than any pair of Eagle Eye in the world.
Wang Chao played extremely hard. He had to think and calculate almost every ball. He didn't dare to make any mistakes when touching the ball. He was like walking on a tightrope, walking on thin ice with caution, but he was still caught at every turn.
Of course, Dragon Team will also make mistakes, and Wang Chao's offense will also score.
Therefore, the score is still rising alternately, but Dragon Team's side finally rises slightly faster.
Another eight minutes passed, and the second game ended. The final score was 11:6, and Sun Tianlong won again.
Players from both sides returned to the sidelines and began drinking water, wiping sweat, eating bananas, and talking in low voices with their coaches.
This scene is like a short break after a fight between two boxers in a boxing ring. Everyone is determined to fight to the end. The more intense the breathing, the more determined the eyes are.
Fan Xiaoxian was a little frightened by such a scene. She didn't dare to say anything like giving up. She reached out and touched Wang Chao's arm and found that the skin was cold under the sweat.
Geng Shuai came over, asked Wang Chao to sit down, and moved his shoulders and neck from behind. However, his technique was rough, and it was as good as heaven and earth compared to He Jingping. His hand was too strong, and after a few squeezes, Wang Chao groaned, which was a bit painful.
On the other side, Sun Tianlong seemed much calmer. He just stood there, lowering his head and wiping sweat while listening to Qin Huachang and Tang Jiuzhou talking, nodding slightly or shaking his head from time to time.
The director's camera also focused on the players from both sides outside the court. Everyone thought Sun Tianlong was discussing tactics with the coach. They didn't know that Qin Huachang was actually trying to persuade Sun Tianlong.
"Stop fighting, let's stop it."
"This kid has become a thing. You can't hold him down. Just give up."
"Tell yourself, did you make a miscalculation? Is it much more difficult than you thought?"
"If you keep beating like this, your body won't be able to bear it."
"Do you still want to fight Swedish Open in one month?"
"Continuous strides, continuous explosions, all kinds of forced circling around the stage, Sun Tianlong, Sun Tianlong, how dare you? Do you want to die?"
"You don't have to be like this. Wang Chao's situation is different from yours. This kid is too mature. He doesn't need you to suppress him. He will adjust himself."
"Teacher, please beg you, okay? Now, just retire due to injury. I promise, no one will blame you."
"The first two games have been exciting enough, and I can give everyone an explanation."
Qin Huachang's concerns started with the thirteenth ball of the first inning.
Prior to this, although Sun Tianlong also exerted force on the stage, Qin Huachang believed that this level of cost was expected. If it was just a minor injury caused by excessive force on the arms and legs, it would actually be easy to recover.
But when Wang Chao began to show its super capacity and began to successfully suppress Sun Tianlong's backhand with unimaginable abundant technology, Qin Huachang couldn't sit still at all.
This is definitely an unexpected change.
Qin Huachang knows that Sun Tianlong can break the game. After all, he knows Sun Tianlong's technical makeup very well.
If Sun Tianlong were ten years younger, he could beat the shit out of Wang Chao.
But now every tough fight he fights comes with a price.
To break Wang Chao's game, he must run in a wide range, make continuous and thorough bursts, make all kinds of extreme saves, and fight to the death.
The price is too terrible.
In the past few years, Huaping has been forced into desperate situations many times. All other players were eliminated, leaving Sun Tianlong alone to support him. He suffered injuries and reached the finals of the World Series again and again. The situation is exactly the same as today.
At that time, Sun Tianlong's choice was to take a shot of closure before the game.
He has had many injections in the past years, and each injection will cause permanent damage to the body. Therefore, in terms of physical health, Sun Tianlong, who is only 31 years old this year, is far inferior to Weng Chunting of the same age, far inferior to Bayer who is three years older than him, and even has more injuries and more intensive injuries than 42-year-old Ochomirov.
But in foreign battles, for the glory of Huaping, he had no choice. When others were falling behind, he would risk his life to get there.
But today, why bother?
Qin Huachang glanced at where Wang Chao was from a distance.
He saw Wang Chao closing his eyes and grinning from being squeezed by Geng Shuai.
He knew that Wang Chao should have doubts in his heart, and he should also have some criticisms about himself and Sun Tianlong.
After all, the invincible combination of himself and Sun Tianlong came here specifically to target Wang Chao, bullying people no matter what.
So he became even more unhappy.
How do you say something?
I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.
I suppress you for your own good, but not only are you not grateful to me, you are probably scolding me desperately in your heart.
At this time, the referee's whistle sounded. Sun Tianlong raised his head again and smiled at Qin Huachang, who had been chattering endlessly. He seemed very calm. "Teacher, don't think too much, I have a sense of proportion."
Qin Huachang wanted to say, "You have a sense of propriety," but when he saw the faint tiredness on Sun Tianlong's face, and then looked at the place on the side of his right leg that his right hand was habitually covering, he couldn't bear to say it.
He couldn't figure out why he actually taught a real hero when he was obviously a cunning villain.