On the court, Hideda Yamamoto had a smile on his face, to be honest, in some ways, he and Li Ning were quite similar. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Gu Yang fiddled with the table tennis ball in his hand, exhaled lightly, smiled helplessly, and then threw the ball and led the racket.

A series of actions, like a cloud of peers. After the battle with James, Gu Yang's ball skills have been greatly improved, and his technique of leading the racket has become more skillful.

However, Hideta Yamamoto was too fast, and the ball had just landed on his table, and the racket in Hideta's hand had already made contact with the bouncing ping-pong ball, and then there was a lightning strike.

At 3:0, the referee flipped the scoreboard again.

"Hey, it's really fast." Gu Yang smiled and said very easily.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yamamoto responded.

"It looks like we're going to have to change the way we serve." Gu Yang muttered to himself and raised the racket so that the back of the racket was facing Hideta Yamamoto.

"Oh, are you going to play Runball?" Yamamoto muttered to himself, not in a hurry to move, and quietly watched Gu Yang's next move.

Swinging the racket, hitting the ball, Gu Yang twisted his wrist to serve instantly, and the ball speed was not too fast.

At first, the ball flew forward at a relatively constant speed, but when the table tennis ball touched Hideta Yamamoto's desk, the moment it bounced, the trajectory of the table tennis ball suddenly changed, and there was a tendency to arch upward.

"Sure enough!" Hideta Yamamoto smiled to himself as he swung the racket back.

This goal gives people a feeling of being caught off guard, and it has a certain lethality for many golfers, but unfortunately it is useless for Hideta Yamamoto.

Table tennis!

It was still lightning-fast, the yellow lightning crossed the net line, and went straight to Gu Yang's table, Gu Yang's eyes were staring at Yamamoto Hideta's return ball, and Gu Yang waved the racket.

Splashing into the air, Yamamoto Hideta scored another point, he looked at Gu Yang with a smile, and muttered softly: "Oh, I almost caught it." ”

On the other side, Gu Yang gently shook the racket, picked up the ball on the ground, and when he bent over, he muttered: "It's a pity." ”

4:0, Gu Yang lost one more goal.

The two sides exchanged serve again, Yamamoto Hideta tossed the ball, his forearm raised, until the tossed ball landed in front of his chest, he began to pull the racket, rubbing the front of the racket against the bottom of the ball, and the ball was hit.

"To spin down, or not to spin?" At the moment when Gu Yang led the shot at Yamamoto Hideta, his mind began to judge Yamamoto's return action.

Table tennis!

When Yamamoto's return ball came, Gu Yang's eyes shrank suddenly: "No, it's a topspin ball!" ”

"What a spin!" Gu Yang swung his racket to intercept the ball, feeling the violent rotation force from the ball, and he appropriately unloaded the force on the racket.

However, Gu Yang was a step late after all, and Yamamoto's return ball bounced off Gu Yang's racket, and then it moved irregularly and fell to the side.

The referee flips the scoreboard, 5-0.

"So fast, we lost five goals." Gu Yang muttered to himself, stood in the posture of catching the ball, and moved his whole body slightly.

Hideta Yamamoto tosses the ball upwards as he stretches out his entire body and swings the racket hand from behind him from top to bottom.

As he swung the racket, Hideta's body began to sink in his body, accompanied by a slight bend of both knee joints, and he hit the ball with the racket.

Yamamoto's actions effectively interfered with Gu Yang's judgment, Gu Yang squinted his eyes, and his mind was churning, he was judging how Yamamoto's serve would spin this time.

Gu Yang moved, his left shoulder was slightly behind his right shoulder, Gu Yang retracted his body from front to back, and his slightly bowed body was exerting force forward when he was leading, knocking!

It was another lightning strike, and when the lightning-like return ball crossed his own table, Gu Yang decisively raised his paddle and slammed it without a little hesitation, and at the same time, his eyes ...... Closed.

Table tennis!

A crisp hitting sound sounded, Gu Yang opened his eyes in surprise, and then pushed his forearm forward, and he finally succeeded in intercepting Yamamoto Hideta's lightning serve.

Yamamoto saw that his return ball was blocked, and took a step directly to the front of the table, and then stretched his forearm into the table, led the racket, got started, and nudged in front of the net.

Gu Yang returned to his position, and he was also a starter in the stage, confronting Yamamoto Hideda in front of the net.

This time, Yamamoto's lightning serve was hampered, and neither man was too fast to putt the ball, falling into a delicate balance for the time being.

Table tennis!

Yamamoto took the lead in changing the rhythm, unceremoniously exerting force, speeding up the speed of returning the ball, Gu Yang took a big step back, raised the ball high, and hit Yamamoto Hideta's corner sideline.

Da!

The ball fell to the floor, rolling continuously, and the corners of Yamamoto's mouth curled slightly, and he bent down to pick it up.

"Damn!" Gu Yang shook his head helplessly, this ball was out of bounds.

At 6:0, Yamamoto will increase the advantage step by step.

"Yamamoto's speed of receiving the serve is too fast, and it is already on par with the level of the national team players, which is a loss for both me and Gu Yang who is now on the stage, facing Yamamoto." Wang Bo said helplessly.

Zhang Rong looked solemn: "If you lose the first game, you will lose, Gu Yang, this kid, will not affect his state because of winning or losing one or two games!" To put it mildly, Gu Yang, this kid, has no heart and no lungs. ”

Wang Bo coughed dryly, and then retorted: "Zhangjiao, Gu Yang has no power to parry now." ”

Zhang Rong said: "Wait a minute, Gu Yang, this kid, has a very good advantage, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, he always learns the merits of his opponent in actual combat." ”

At this moment, Zhang Rong's mobile phone made a dull vibration sound, Zhang Rong picked up the phone and looked at it, and a subtle smile appeared on his solemn face.

"It's coming!" Zhang Rong muttered to himself.

"Ah, who's coming?" Wang Bo was stunned.

Zhang Rong also ignored Wang Bo's questioning, explained a few words to Wang Bo, and left in a hurry.

"What's going on?" Wang Bo was puzzled, and when he looked at the field, his brows suddenly twisted into twist.

9:0, Gu Yang's situation is critical, it is no exaggeration to say that in the first game, Gu Yang's general trend has gone, and the fiasco is a foregone conclusion.

At this time, Gu Yang called a timeout, and Yamamoto Hideta smiled gently at Gu Yang and walked to the sidelines.

Gu Yang walked down from the field, looked around, didn't see Zhang Rong, his eyes blinked a few times, and he looked at Wang Bo.

Wang Bo naturally understood what Gu Yang meant, and reluctantly handed Gu Yang a bottle of water, and said at the same time: "After Zhang Jiao answered a phone call, he left in a hurry, as if he was going to pick up someone. ”

"Pick up someone?" Gu Yang muttered, "Is it the last person on the trip to Detroit to come?" ”

"I don't know." Wang Bodao.

"Whew." Gu Yang took a long breath and threw the water bottle to Wang Bo, just to play.

Wang Bo hesitated, but still spoke, and he said tentatively: "Gu ...... Gu Yang, do you have ...... There is a ......."

Wang Bo didn't finish his words, Gu Yang already understood what he meant.

"I'm not sure." Gu Yang paused, "Yamamoto's strength is really strong, he is qualified to compete for the championship!" But ......"

"But?" Wang Bo looked at Gu Yang.

"Haha, it feels really good to play with a master of this level!" Gu Yang grinned and walked to the competition area.

"Uh......" The corners of Wang Bo's mouth twitched, you girl, you have been abused by others to 9:0, and you are still so happy, it seems that what Zhang Jiao said is right.

You're really heartless!

Gu Yang is not heartless, only he knows how much pressure he is under now.

"Hehe, don't be shaved, then you won't be able to see people." Gu Yang stood in front of the table, grinning, and the bitterness in his smile flashed.

In Shen City, the Republic, Gu's mother clasped her hands together and murmured softly: "Ayang...... Keep it up! ”

In the table tennis training base of the Republic, Wu Yiran was nervous, her hands kept rubbing each other, and behind her, Wu Lao's face was calm, and she couldn't see the slightest fluctuation.

"Hey, where are you? Well, okay, I'll be there right away! Zhang Rong hurriedly walked in the aisle, and on the other end of the phone, a calm and atmospheric voice came out from time to time.

"I'm coming......"