"Look, the dark horse of the third middle school is about to face Du Jie just now."

"I'm grass, good-looking, Du Jie is the favorite to win the championship this year, can this guy stand it?"

"It's hard to say, Du Jie is not at the same level as Yang Shuai just now."

Some people seem to understand the analysis.

"Damn, Lao Tzu has long been tired of the arrogant faces of those schools that practice sports in competitions, I don't care, I support the third middle school."

After the man finished speaking, he shouted, "Three will win!" ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as this remark came out, it caused many people to echo.

"Three must win!"

……

Of course, it was the students of No. 3 Middle School who shouted the loudest, but it was no longer Ma Zhibin who was leading the shouting, Ma Zhibin was staring at Zhang Tong in front.

He was a little nervous too.

If this game can be won, then reaching the final will not be a problem.

It's all up to this one!

As the two protagonists of the game, they have come to the venue of the game, and they are in the middle of the competition field, which is specially adjusted by the operator.

When allocating the venue, they will put what they think is more exciting in the middle, in order to make it easier for others to watch, in their opinion, the people in the third middle school meet the people in the fifth middle school, they have no resistance, and naturally they can't be placed in the middle.

Zhang Tong grabbed a little magnesium powder on the side, so as not to let his sweaty right hand affect his performance.

The same is true for Du Jie on the side, but Du Jie's face no longer has any disdain, only solemnity.

"Looks like you're really an opponent for me to take seriously?"

Although his expression was solemn, the words he said still contained a strong sense of pride and self-confidence, which was the pride given to him by the fifth middle school and the self-confidence given to him by strength.

"Huh, opponent? You don't deserve it yet! ”

As he spoke, Zhang Tong threw the coin, on the back, he lost, and Du Jie played.

"Looks like luck isn't on you today."

Du Jie said with a grim smile, such a smile appeared on Du Jie's swarthy and thin face, coupled with his short hair that was almost bald, full of ruffianism.

Zhang Tong ignored the pressure given by Du Jie, and said coldly: "Only the weak will pin their hopes on luck!" ”

After speaking, Zhang Tong came to the table, and Du Jie also followed and said a word.

"Then let you see, who is the strongest!"

After saying that, he threw the ping pong ball.

The backhand is spinning, it is very difficult, pulling Zhang Tong's backhand, as soon as Du Jie comes up, he takes out his famous stunt.

In the face of Du Jie, Zhang Tong didn't dare to be a little sluggish, the speed of the ball was very fast, but this Zhang Tong already had a way to deal with it.

Leaning back, taking a step back with his right foot, the racket slashes down in front of the ball, and the ping-pong ball has already flown over.

Du Jie suddenly sped up, pumped the ball, and hung his forehand.

Zhang Tong's left leg also took a step back, stabilized the center of gravity of his body, and the racket quickly turned around, snapped, and also pumped over.

What follows is the relief of two people pumping each other's balls.

"Wow-"

Seeing that the first goal was so exciting, the people in the audience let out a cheer.

Such a scene can only be seen at the world's top table tennis competition, and how can they not be surprised to see it in two high school students!

Zhang Tong suddenly changed direction, and hung Du Jie's backhand, Du Jie reflected, but his footsteps were already chaotic, Zhang Tong changed direction again, and hung Du Jie's forehand.

Dujay tried to turn sideways to catch the ball, but it was clear that he couldn't reach it.

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"Awesome—"

The audience was immediately boiling, and some people had already shouted, Zhang Tong's performance was really exciting.

Although Du Jie's defense is also very good, but the current audience has already put on a layer of filters when looking at this game, and any Zhang Tong's actions are powerful.

Du Jie gritted his back molars, didn't speak, and continued to serve.

This time, Du Jie changed his serving strategy, went straight, a fairly ordinary serve, opened the corner of his mouth and sneered, and a strong pump, instantly speeding up the pace of the game.

There is no way, Du Jie can only defend passively, just waiting for Zhang Tong to make a mistake.

Unexpectedly, not only was this pass not tired, but the speed was getting faster and faster, and Du Jie picked up the ball and struggled more and more.

At this time, Zhang Tong had accumulated a month's medicinal power in his body, which was continuously providing energy to his muscles.

After more than a dozen rounds of stalemate between the two sides, Du Jie was really powerless to parry, and after Zhang Tong's backhand volley, he did not catch it and was defeated.

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Du Jie's forehead has begun to sweat, not because the pressure of defense is too great, these are only two balls, and it is not enough for Du Jie to consume much physical strength, but because Zhang Tong is too strong.

The strength made him feel like he couldn't handle it.

"The fifth middle school requests a pause."

Zhang Tong was about to serve, the referee's voice came, and then looked at the coach of the fifth middle school, and the coach was making a T-shape towards the coach, which was asking for a timeout.

Du Jie breathed a sigh of relief, put the racket on the table, and returned to the coach.

"Phew—"

The audience was watching it with a bang, but they didn't expect to call a timeout, and they immediately booed.

For a game, the coaches of both sides have only one timeout, and the duration is less than 30 seconds.

In fact, this timeout is not for any purpose, but more to interrupt the opponent's offensive rhythm.

Lin Qian ignored the smug Zhang Tong, but listened carefully to the conversation between Du Jie and the coach over there.

"What's going on?"

The coach asked Du Jie with a tight frown.

Du Jie wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel and said, "The opponent is a bit strong." ”

"Strong, people in the fifth say that the third is strong? Shame on you? ”

The coach blushed and, obviously, looked a little angry.

"I'll do my best."

Du Jie hesitated for a moment and said.

"Do your best? If you lose this game, don't come back! ”

Hearing this, Lin Gan didn't plan to continue listening, this coach also pulled his hips, and called a timeout just to scold Du Jie?

Shouldn't he help Du Jie make a plan for the battle? Even if a talented player encounters such a coach, how far can he go?

As Han Yu said, "There is Bole in the world, and then there are Maxima, Maxima often has, but Bole does not often have." ”

Maxima can often be seen, and it is Bole who really makes Maxima play its best role is the key.

If you treat a sweaty BMW as an ordinary horse, you can only end up being unexpected.

The timeout ended soon and both sides continued.

It was Zhang Tong's turn to serve, and with the previous two balls, Zhang Tong had a strong sense of confidence.

An unpretentious serve to continue the game.

Du Jie caught it steadily, and then sank his center of gravity, ready for Zhang Tong to continue to speed up the pace, but he didn't expect Zhang Tong to lean forward violently, and a close ball was hit.

Du Jie's center of gravity is below, so he naturally can't catch the near ball.

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