Chapter Eighty-Four: Each Has Its Strengths

Wang Feipeng hasn't finished bragging yet, Xu Wenxuan's time for the game is up, and she signed up for the senior B group, which is the same level as Wang Feipeng, and the two came to the competition table together, and Wang Feipeng became her only audience. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Senior Group B is the strongest in the individual competition, which is equivalent to the level of amateur level 1 and above, and the age requirement is 16-45 years old. The individual competition is divided into two stages, the first stage, the men's and women's group round-robin matches are carried out, and the best-of-three 11-point system is adopted; In the second stage, the knockout round will be used to determine the 1-6 places, and the best-of-five system will be adopted.

The process of the game is very fast, in the first game, the two sides played for less than 20 minutes, and the winner was decided, and the slightest poor performance was defeated, and there was no chance to adjust the state.

Xu Wenxuan's opponent is a woman in her 30s, with a ponytail, a shrewd and strong face, a hot body, no trace of fat, she knows that she often plays at a glance, and her abilities are very balanced at this age, with a perfect combination of technology, experience, and physical strength, Wang Feipeng can't help but sweat for the beautiful schoolgirl.

Not only Wang Feipeng's idea, it is estimated that her opponent and the referee have the same idea, Xu Wenxuan approached the table, a weak and can't help but wind, very young and elegant appearance, no matter how you look at it, she is not a table tennis master, although Wang Feipeng saw her play in the last table tennis class, but that time her attention was all on the 6 cooperative school classes, where to take a closer look, only vaguely remember that her strength is not weak.

As soon as the two fought, Wang Feipeng was surprised and impressed. Xu Wenxuan is a very brainy girl who plays ball, every time she serves, what ball she serves, what ball the opponent will return to, what techniques to attack, how the opponent will return the ball in the face of attack, how to counterattack, how to change the route and open the gap, so that the opponent's return quality is not high, and then smash. Every time you play from the serve to the first four boards are thought out in advance, the return route is predicted by her in advance, and the opponent is calculated to death, although the basic skills of the elite woman are solid, the game is experienced, but every ball is like being designed in advance, how to attack is difficult to break through the opponent's defense, and the opponent follows the change very quickly, not giving her reaction time at all, often the first three boards to solve the problem.

The more the fierce woman plays, the more anxious she becomes, and Xu Wenxuan is more and more in control of the game situation, adjusting the ball path according to the opponent's weaknesses, and the route designed for each ball is very resolutely implemented, without a trace of hesitation, without a trace of softness, and constantly changing the serve, line and offensive and defensive means, combined together, disrupting the opponent's adjustment, so that the opponent can't feel the context, can't find a way to crack it, the whole game only takes ten minutes, Xu Wenxuan won the opponent cleanly.

Wang Feipeng carried Xu Wenxuan's shoulder bag, gave her a thumbs up as she walked off the field, and when she finished signing, she couldn't help but pat her and say: "Xuancao, you are the person I have ever seen who is best at playing with your brain, you were just the tip of the iceberg in the last table tennis class, and your strength was not fully presented, unfathomable!" Admire! Revere! Worship! ”

Xu Wenxuan smiled and quipped, "Don't you have a brain to play?" Do you just know how to do it? ”

Wang Feipeng didn't have the slightest anger, and said very seriously: "You're right, I've always played by feeling, I never thought much about it beforehand, and I didn't design a route. ”

Xu Wenxuan smiled even brighter, "Strong people are like this, one force will drop ten, the little girl is weaker and wants to win, so she can only think of more ways." ”

Wang Feipeng approached slightly, his face bloomed with a smile, "Daylily, it's my turn to play soon, this game is in a hurry, I forgot to bring a racket, can you lend me a racket?" Seeing that she looked at herself a little puzzled, Wang Feipeng's old face was a little red, and Rory explained: "I know that everyone's beat must be very suitable for themselves, and they must be very familiar with their own beat, so they are unwilling to lend it to others to avoid breaking it and re-adapting to the new beat, but this time it is really an accident, you can rest assured, borrow it to ensure that it will not be broken!" ”

Xu Wenxuan shook her head and said in her unique whisper, "I didn't mean that, I started to see you, you were empty-handed, and when you came to participate in the competition, I was very puzzled, I forgot to bring a beat, if I didn't participate in this competition and didn't meet you, then what would you do?" ”

Although Wang Feipeng was a little cramped, he continued to smile cheekily, "So it's all fate, you say, right?" ”

"Let's go, find your table, I'm going to watch you play." Xu Wenxuan gently brushed a bundle of hair on the right side behind her ear with her right hand, and closed the shoulder bag with her left hand, ignoring his cheekiness.

Wang Feipeng's first match against a middle-aged man who is also in his 30s, not tall but very strong, seeing that Wang Feipeng is not very old, tall and playing table tennis, and there is a beautiful girl next to him. Let him see for a long time!

Xu Wenxuan took out her racket and handed it to him, asking, "How long have you not played table tennis?" ”

Wang Feipeng took the racket and held it in his hand to adapt, "I just played a few years ago, and it didn't take long, it is estimated to be a month and a half." ”

The middle-aged man happened to hear it, and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, he hadn't touched the ball for a month and a half, so he came to play the game, it was purely a, how could the organizing committee let this kid sign up for the senior group?

Xu Wenxuan reminded softly: "The game is only three rounds, it will be over in the blink of an eye, you haven't played for a while, you can't get used to it for a long time, you must get into the state quickly." ”

Wang Feipeng danced the racket and comforted with a smile, "It's okay, I'm already adapted." After saying that, Qi Yu approached the table proudly.

Looking at his position and posture, Xu Wenxuan was in a trance for a while, and her heart was suddenly very settled, I remember the first time I saw him playing, I felt that he would win, and this time it was also this feeling, very strange and firm to go deep into the bone marrow.

Practice for 1 minute before the start of the game, Wang Feipeng made full use of it and quickly adapted to the sense of the ball, he did not brag and comfort, this feeling is deep-rooted, and he has come back when he gets the racket, and it is stronger and more exciting than before!

The middle-aged man serves first, for the sake of stability, the ball is not out of the stage, Wang Feipeng rubs the ball with his backhand, the ball flies to the opponent's left hand, although he can not turn sideways, the middle-aged man pulls the ball with his backhand, attacks Wang Feipeng's left hand, Wang Feipeng also pulls the ball with his left hand, but his tall master is long, the standing position is slightly back, and the distance of the backhand is long, so the strength is very large, the middle-aged man continues to pull the ball with his left hand, Wang Feipeng's afterburner makes him return the ball slightly higher, Wang Feipeng immediately pulls the straight line, the opponent has already prepared, and the forehand arc pulls the big slash, Wang Feipeng is also prepared, immediately forehand arc back to a straight line, he is tall and big, the corresponding arm is very long, move his hand a little, and get the ball without effort, and the power is very great, the middle-aged man wants to pull up the backhand arc with his left hand, but the power angle is not mastered well, and the ball flies out of bounds!

The first ball shocked the middle-aged man's heart, just now he practiced and found that this kid is very familiar with the ball, rarely makes mistakes, formal competition, and is an expert who knows whether there is a shot or not, it is really unseemly, quickly put away his contempt and concentrate on the game.

Although Wang Feipeng is not like Xuancao to think about the serve, route, attack and defense in advance, but his on-the-spot adaptability is very strong, with careful observation and feeling, grasp the opponent's rotation and route, counterattack at any time, and his pace moves quickly, his arms are long, the range of greetings is extremely wide, the basic skills are solid, plus last year's high-level sparring, it is difficult to beat him to death, and the opponent makes mistakes by himself while playing.

The middle-aged man is also very strong, the left and right hand arcs are very balanced, and the game is experienced, and the two quickly fell into a stalemate. Maybe it's because of last year's sparring, Wang Feipeng gradually entered the role of sparring partner in the game, every time he pulled the ball to the table, although there was a change of line, but he rarely took the initiative to attack, and the whole game saw the middle-aged man pulling left and right, domineering, people who don't know the specifics must think that the middle-aged man won! In the end, Wang Feipeng won the game, and the score gap was not big, but the two games played for 50 minutes, and it was really - dog-- even the straw stinks and grows!