Small goals, first to be the world's first [Competition]

"Bang bang bang... bang bang..."

The small ping-pong ball bounced back and forth between Zhong Yu's hand and the table, affecting Su Yuan's mind.

Obviously winning the first game was easier than expected, but Su Yuan scratched his head wonderingly, looking at the interest and relaxed look in Zhong Yu's eyes, he felt that something was not quite right.

However, there is not so much time for him to think now, and Zhong Yu has already assumed a serving posture.

Su Yuan withdrew some wandering thoughts, and refocused his attention on the game, but he didn't notice it himself, and his brows were still slightly frowned, as if he was still thinking about something in his heart.

The second game was similar to the first game. Judging from the score, the two sides are still very stalemate.

This is the first game after returning to his body. Su Yuan doesn't really want to think about the overall tactics, but just wants to have a good time, so he still adopts fighting strategies, but Zhong Yu's serve in this round The quality is higher, it turns fast and turns, the arc is extremely low, and the landing point is still very tricky.

When it comes to the landing point, that is, the position where the ball lands on the opposite table, Zhong Yu is extremely talented in this respect, and even Su Yuan's enlightenment on landing point control was coaxed out by Zhong Yu with sugar one by one when he was a child.

Zhong Yu liked to study this aspect when he was a child, not to mention the past few years when he went abroad. Since there were no games to play, Zhong Yu spent most of his time practicing landing and serving. Said to be more handy.

So there was a bit of a funny situation on the field.

Due to the advancement of the game, the two of them showed their strength more and more, and the number of boards in a stalemate increased, but Zhong Yu's ability to control the landing...

This board was sent to Su Yuan's left half of the table, and the next board landed precisely on the right half of the table, one board after another, very regular left, right, left, right...

Fortunately, it was only the second game, and Su Yuan was still very strong. Su Yuan's running ability and pace were very good, and he was able to cope with this situation and even find opportunities to pull back a few balls.

But Su Yuan was jumping from side to side, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt. Why did he feel like a erha who was slipped away? ?

In the underworld, it wasn't that Su Yuan was not surprised by those old slickers who slipped by, but his brother is such a person, isn't his brother very calm! !

Su Yuan, who had been limped by Zhong Yu's "calmness" since he was a child, tasted a little bit of his brother's coquettishness from this game, and knew that he could no longer be so passive.

Not wanting to run left and right like a silly dog ​​anymore, Su Yuan, who considered himself a majestic wolf, groaned in his heart, and pulled the ball desperately.

In the end, with a slight gap, Su Yuan didn't even think that he won another round, with a big score of 2:0.

Su Yuan: Huh?It's not quite right to win again.

During the break between rounds, seeing Zhong Yu's still relaxed expression, Su Yuan pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Almost every point he scored in these two rounds was obtained by constant calculation and fighting. It was not easy to win, but it was much easier than imagined.

Why?Because his brother's skills are not in place, because he is stronger than expected?Although it seemed reasonable, Su Yuan knew that this was impossible.

The past few days of practice also let Su Yuan know a lot about Zhong Yu's current strength. The basic skills are very solid, the serve is especially threatening, and the sense of the ball is still ridiculously strong-in short, in terms of hard power, Zhong Yu is stronger than his current body. Su Yuan, who has not re-tuned with his consciousness, is stronger.

But compared to the competition, why does this happen?No matter what, Su Yuan has already won two rounds in a row. If this is the best of five rounds, the next round may directly determine the outcome.

Normal people should be nervous, but at this time Zhong Yu looked very relaxed and even happy.

It shouldn't be like this, even if it's just a practice game, it's a game.

There should be appropriate tension in the game, as well as the excitement of doing your best.

Su Yuan's favorite feeling is the desire for victory and passion intertwined on the field, colliding with each other to create the most brilliant sparks.

What "friendship comes first, competition comes second" is all pretty nonsense in Su Yuan's eyes.

Who doesn't want to win when they are on the field. He enjoys the field, longs for victory, and even more eager to have an adrenaline-soaring and exciting match with a powerful opponent.

This game was indeed very exciting, but Su Yuan always felt that something was a little bit off.Although Zhong Yu's ball is of high quality and seems to be playing with all his might, there seems to be something missing.

Su Yuan couldn't describe this strange feeling. He had never encountered an opponent like his brother. When those old tricksters stalked him, they basically wouldn't let him get a few points, but his brother stalked him. Also won a game.

It's not as if he's being stalked for scoring, more like he's being slid for fun.

Su Yuan: ...?And he didn't seem to see any embarrassing posture of his brother?

After thinking about it this way, Su Yuan felt that he understood a little bit more. His brother wanted to win because he wanted to win, but he probably felt that happiness and elegance should never be given up, and maybe even a little more important than winning?

But what is the reason, I am afraid only Zhong Yu himself knows.

No wonder he was able to win two rounds in a row. Is Shanyu so boring? Su Yuan complained in his heart.

What Su Yuan could discover, Su Haizhong could see more clearly when he was beside him. The more he looked at him, his brows became tighter and darker, and his face became darker and darker.

The two in the field did not notice that they were about to start the third game.

There is one thing to say, Zhong Yu's style of play is really not compatible with Su Yuan's "full drive". It made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Even Su Yuan could feel that his blood and mood, which had boiled up because of the upcoming competition, were gradually cooling down uncontrollably, and his state was slowly falling back.

There was no other way, Su Yuan could only jump back and forth a few times, trying to get his state back up.

It can't be delayed any longer, and there is still some hope for a quick battle. Su Yuan understands that the more he delays, the worse his condition will be in this situation.

So he held his breath, and in the third round, reckless and fierce, he fought with all his strength again.

Unlike Su Yuan's decline, Zhong Yu's eyes were more radiant in the face of such a menacing ball. The more interesting the ball, the better his state. He was not affected by Su Yuan's fierce offensive. The increased rotation and force of the board made it even more difficult for Su Yuan to catch it.

At the end of the third round, Su Yuan's all-out fight took some opportunities, and he won another round, but Su Yuan still overestimated his physical strength. After this round, his physical strength was basically exhausted.

Therefore, in the next three rounds, under Zhong Yu's precise placement, Su Yuan, who was already tired, had to run back and forth to deal with it, and the quality of his shots was even lower.

After winning three games in a row, Su Yuan lost three games in a row, and the score was tied at 3:3.

But there was no final tiebreaker. Su Hai, who had been watching silently, stood up, walked to the table, and called to stop the game.

"Don't compare, stop. Go to the side and do a hundred push-ups, then come over."

Su Hai's entire face was stinky, and he seemed very dissatisfied with this match.

……

Both of them are very familiar with Su Haizhong. When they were young, Su Haizhong would take over their training when he was on vacation. Because Su Haizhong used to be a candy bar, and Zhong Yu was very talented, so Su Haizhong took Zhong Yu as his apprentice. Not to mention Yuan, can he not know what kind of temperament his father is.

So the two of them knew very well that Su Hai usually smiled when he lost his temper, but if he really turned black like this, then it would be a serious matter.

Although they didn't understand why Su Haizhong suddenly called to stop, the two looked at each other, and wisely chose to keep their mouths shut.

"Calm down? Let's talk about it yourself, what's wrong with this game."

Seeing them gather in front of him after finishing the push-ups, Su Haizhong sneered and asked with his arms crossed.

"Su Yuan, you speak first!"

Su Yuan has always been in love with Su Haizhong, and when he heard the words, he immediately stopped and stood at attention, just like a student randomly checking homework when he meets the class teacher.

He scratched his head and thought for a long time, then hesitantly said: "Uh...overestimated my physical strength?"

"Well, what else?"

"I made a tactical mistake when I didn't know my physical strength, and I was powerless after three rounds." Su Yuanda lowered his head.

Su Haizhong was a little surprised. He didn't expect Su Yuan to be quite aware of his problem. In fact, he was quite satisfied with Su Yuan's performance. It was not Su Yuan but his apprentice Zhong Yu who made him stop the game.

He waved his hand, and Su Yuan knew that he had been let off for the time being, and slipped away as if he had been pardoned, and gave his brother a self-seeking look by the way.

Zhong Yu saw it, and against Su Hai's dangerous gaze, he calmly gave Su Yuan a look back, expressing that there was no need to worry.

Su Haizhong: ...

Seeing the young man in front of him who just finished six rounds and did 100 push-ups but was still relaxed. He looked very gentle and still had time to flirt with his son.

"Zhong Yu, do you want to play in a big stadium?" Su Haizhong asked with a headache.

"Huh? Of course I want to." Zhong Yu replied with some doubts.

"why?"

"Because I can play with more interesting people?" Zhong Yu touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Then win or lose the game?" Su Haizhong asked with some hopelessness.

"Win or lose...it depends on strength?" Zhong Yu actually felt that winning or losing was more important than happiness and elegance, but obviously he couldn't answer this way at this time, so he modified his language a little bit reasonably.

Of course, Su Haizhong has been a coach for many years, so this modification is really not enough. He naturally heard what Zhong Yu meant.

It depends on strength and nothing else, that is to say, this kid thinks that if he is strong, he can win even if he is happy and elegant.

He had hoped a little at first, thinking that his little apprentice had lost his fighting spirit to pursue victory because he hadn't competed abroad for too long, but it turned out to be his fantasy. This kid obviously knows himself very well and doesn't seem to want to change.

...Okay, Su Haizhong's eyes darkened.

It turned out that his little apprentice was also a fucking prick!

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Zhong Yu: Didn’t expect it, I’m the thorn in the head (

Su Yuan: It looks thorny, but it is actually very obedient.jpg (mainly cowarding his father)