Osmanthus Fragrance is actually defeated today, because it is difficult for Yang Chi to defeat Wang Chao in the fifth game.
If it's just losing, it's not a big deal, but the real problem is that Osmanthus Fragrance's doubles was shaved off by Spade Q.
This is bound to be a joke.
Therefore, the only way for Osmanthus Fragrance to reverse public opinion is to let Yoshikawa Hiroshi shave Geng Shuai's head.
The bald head of "God of Openings" is obviously more topical than the bald head of Yang Chi.
Judging from this, Yang Chi's whisper to Yoshikawa Hiroshi before the game at least meant please and request.
"Please, please make sure to let Geng Shuai become the topic of shame tomorrow instead of me."
On the court, Geng Shuai was obviously aware of it.
After all, he is a veteran who has experienced many battles. Although he did not want to win, once he found that the situation was not right, he immediately began to fight with all his strength and directly fought from the board. He successfully regained a point in the last three goals and finally lost 11:1.
During the break between games, Wang Chao couldn't help but remind him, "Brother Geng, don't play too relaxedly. You have to score one point first no matter what."
Geng Shuai smiled nonchalantly and patted Wang Chao on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you Brother Geng have played football for so many years and you have never had your head shaved, and today is no exception."
After all, Geng Shuai finally took it more seriously and began to work hard to mobilize himself, calculate the opponent's serve, and hit some difficult fighting shots from time to time. Although the whole state was still fragmented and there were mistakes everywhere, he still scored a point on the sixth ball.
In the end, the score was 11:3 in the second game. It seemed like the score was very different, but it was still far away from shaving my head.
Geng Shuai expressed that he was very satisfied. During the break, he took two sips of sports drinks and had time to joke with Wang Chao: "I really envy you. I met Yang Chi again... It seems that you have to treat me tonight."
Wang Chao smiled and nodded, "That's necessary."
At the end, he still couldn't help but remind him, "But you must score points in the last game."
Geng Shuai made a "tsk" sound and deliberately looked impatient, but in the end he smiled and said, "You go and warm up first, I think this game will be fast."
Wang Chao went to warm up, but after Geng Shuai came on the court, he made a lot of mistakes. It was even more terrible than the previous two games. He was beaten 5:0 by Yoshikawa Hiroshi in one breath.
Geng Shuai started fighting.
He could see that Osmanthus Fragrance was here to disgust people today. No matter whether they won or lost in the end, if they could disgust Spade Q, they would be successful.
Therefore, this foreign aid Sakura Country, Yoshikawa Hiroshi, also played extremely cautiously and meticulously, and it was clear that he came here to shave his head.
Geng Shuai slightly squinted his eyes, which were a little swollen after staying up late, and a cold light flashed deep in his eyes.
He can lose, but he will never accept a bald head. Yoshikawa Hiroshi's thoughts in this game have angered him a little.
"Even Zhu Ding doesn't dare to do this to me, why do you?"
With six goals left before 11:0, Geng Shuai decided to fight six times.
Yes, it's that extreme.
I remember that when he was selected for the national team with high spirits, he relied on his courage to take action at critical moments and his unstinting temper. Although he has lost the physical fitness and skills of those years, if he is serious, he still has the courage.
Of the six balls, as long as you hit one, you can save face. This is something that has a high probability of success.
Yoshikawa Hiroshi stole a long ball at this time, and Geng Shuai directly hit the ball.
Although his judgment on Yoshikawa Hiroshi's serve was not accurate, which resulted in the board not being strong enough and not really a blast, it was still a very threatening heavy loop ball.
Yoshikawa Hiroshi seemed to have made a mistake at this moment. The racket came up, but the angle was obviously too high. It failed to suppress the rotation of the ball. The ball spun on the rubber, rolled up with difficulty, and rolled out into a high and long ball.
This ball is as if it is being fed into Geng Shuai's mouth.
Excellent opportunity.
Geng Shuai stepped back and turned sideways like a conditioned reflex, intending to charge forward, but at this moment, his heart suddenly trembled. Looking at the chance ball that was about to bounce to the height of the eye level, his body was a little stiff, and an unreasonable fear suddenly emerged from the deepest part of his heart.
That was a nightmare he didn't want to remember.
He softened his hand at the last moment and pushed the ball over with ease, only to be beaten to death by Yoshikawa Hiroshi.
The age shown on Yoshikawa Hiroshi's application materials to join Table Tennis First Division is nineteen years old, but in fact many people suspect that Sakura Country deliberately overstated his age, just to make him eligible to play in the Chinese league.
He looks very young, with a baby face and tender skin, he almost looks like a minor. Even the strength of this body is not enough because of his young age, so the power of this board is actually insufficient, at least it should never be able to kill Geng Shuai directly.
But Geng Shuai seemed to be distracted at this moment. He made no move and allowed the ball to fly away from his hand.
6:0.
Exchange of serving rights, Geng Shuai serves.
Geng Shuai was still distracted and looked a little sluggish. He slowly walked over to pick up the ball and held the ball in his hand. He stayed there for five seconds until the referee blew the whistle and gave a verbal warning, and he woke up as if from a dream.
Geng Shuai made a standard high throw. The ball was very spinning, fast and of high quality.
Yoshikawa Hiroshi was not very used to this ball. He neither dared to attack nor rub it normally. In the end, he just took half a step back and played an ordinary lob loop ball, intending to make a transition first.
Geng Shuai attacks directly!
Wang Chao shook his head slightly on the sidelines.
The ball was heavy and fast, but the angle was too right. It was hitting Yoshikawa Hiroshi's comfort zone, and it was obviously impossible to score.
If it were the first game of the first game, and faced with this kind of opportunity, Geng Shuai could definitely pull out a line-change ball that went straight to Yoshikawa Hiroshi's left-hand baseline at a wide angle and score directly, but unfortunately, it would be good if Geng Shuai could not miss this ball now.
Yoshikawa Hiroshi's reaction at this moment was very strange.
He should have been able to pull the ball over easily, but he seemed to have lost his mind and made a mistake in the angle again, turning the ball into a high chance ball.
This is the meat fed to Geng Shuai's mouth again.
"Beat him to death!" Lu Jia clenched his fists and muttered next to Wang Chao.
Wang Chao felt something was even more wrong.
His vision is more delicate, so he can see that Yoshikawa Hiroshi's return is very deliberate.
It doesn't look like a mistake, more like it was intentional.
Otherwise, how could this ball be so similar to a lob?
They are all high enough that when flying to the highest point, you need to look up to see them.
Geng Shuai once again stepped back and turned sideways, as if he was about to hit the ball, but at the critical moment, his hand softened again, and he still changed his posture and cut the ball over.
Wang Chao was a little afraid to look at it.
He vaguely guessed what happened.
If I guess correctly, the reality may be a bit cruel.
He looked at the Osmanthus Fragrance player area on the other side of the table from a distance, but his eyes met Yang Chi's eyes magically. Yang Chi was startled at first, and then grinned at him, a little weird and a little ferocious, as if he was provoking.
Although there was no real conversation, Wang Chao instantly understood what Yang Chi meant.
"What's the point of all your hard work beating me 11:0? The hottest topic tomorrow will only be Geng Shuai being beaten 11:0 by Yoshikawa Hiroshi."
Wang Chao bared his teeth and smiled, his eyes a little cold.
The score soon became 8:0, Geng Shuai scored two serves and failed to score a point.
The right to serve once again returned to Yoshikawa Hiroshi.
Even Fan Xiaoxian was anxious at this moment and couldn't help but quietly asked Wang Chao: "Can he get points?"
Wang Chao remained silent.
At this moment Yoshikawa Hiroshi made an action, causing all the audience in the entire venue to burst into uproar.
He threw the table tennis ball high, but did not take a shot, letting the ball hit the table, bounce high, and then use the racket to gently pick the ball over.
This is a "pick ball".
There are many kinds of catching techniques in table tennis, including twisting, cutting, rubbing, pulling, splitting, tearing, skimming, knocking, patting, wiping, etc., etc., etc. The only thing that is not available is picking - of course, picking is not considered picking.
Because only the most basic beginners, when they first learn to play, will pick the ball as the first ball at the beginning of their entire table tennis career just to let the ball fall on the table.
This is the foundation of foundations, the superficiality of simplicity, but in today's official competition field, it is an unquestionable and complete humiliation.
"I'll give you a pick ball, come and beat me to death."
That's probably what it means.
The ball was raised very high, as if Geng Shuai was afraid that he wouldn't be able to catch it. It landed on the table in front of Geng Shuai, bouncing more than one meter high, and falling slowly without any rotation.
This was a scene that had never appeared in the 17th League A, so much so that the referee was so dumb that he forgot whether he should blow the whistle or not.
Blow it, the ball doesn't seem to be a foul.
Don't brag, is this goal suspected of personal humiliation to the opponent's players?
No matter how bad it is, it can still be called a negative game, right?
Many spectators were angered by this goal. They stood up from their seats, booed, and supported the away player Geng Shuai to score directly with a fierce blast.
But Geng Shuai was petrified.
He is not afraid of high balls, but he is afraid of balls that are too high, especially after a power outage.
Not a fear of technology, but a fear of the soul.
This game was not the first time he had seen such a similar golf ball. Every time he saw it, a certain scar in his heart was torn open a little.
Until this moment, an extremely humiliating pick appeared, and he could no longer escape or pretend not to see it.
The other party told him nakedly, "Stop pretending, admit it quickly, you are just afraid of this ball!"
Geng Shuai's emotions, which had been stretched to the limit, were defeated at this moment. He heard a "squeak" sound coming from deep in his heart, and the piece of skin covering the scar was completely torn off, revealing the bloody wound.
He saw the ball falling from a very high place, frame by frame, as if in slow motion, as if he had seen the same scene in the ITTF World Tour game many years ago.
That day, a blond and blue-eyed foreigner threw a lot of lobs at him...
That day, his mentality collapsed, his skills were deformed, and he was beaten to death...
What's that person's name?
Call...
Call...
He thought desperately, and then finally remembered.
That game happened at Denmark.
That person is Denmark.
Christian. Hart.
Christian. hatt.
He will never forget this name in his life!
Under the gaze of more than a thousand people at Jianglong Stadium, Geng Shuai suddenly took a step back.
He lowered his hands and stood blankly, letting the ball hit the table heavily very close to him.
Since the start of this game, for the first time, he finally showed a negative attitude that he didn't want to resist at all.
He watched the ball roll off the table and onto the floor until it came to a stop.
Then he raised his hand and made a pause gesture.
Wang Chao's sharp eyes clearly saw that Geng Shuai's hand holding the racket was trembling slightly and it never stopped.