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

Hey, it seems that Su Yuan, the "big brother of the bamboo horse", has really good understanding.

It's clear at one point, no, even he only hit one ball and hasn't ordered it yet.

Judging from Zhong Yu's eyes, he has basically come to his senses.

It was really easy to communicate with this kind of person. Originally, Mo Youqian was still thinking that if this person had a stubborn and awkward personality, it would be difficult to deal with.

But the fact is much better than expected, so it's easy to handle, just like when a teacher meets a student who can draw inferences from one example, who can't feel happy?

There was still a lazy smile on the corner of Mo Youqian's mouth, looking at Zhong Yu who was full of fighting spirit, the interest in his eyes became stronger.

He likes such a transparent person, and in that case, he doesn't mind teaching a little more.

Of course, his teaching methods may be a little rough, and how much he can comprehend depends on Zhong Yu himself.

He tapped the ball table twice with the handle of the racket lightly, and signaled to Zhong Yu on the opposite side of the table that he should stop staring at his own people, and stare at the ball and racket in his hand. He was going to serve the second ball.

Holding the racket in his hand and turning it lightly, Mo Youqian changed the way of holding the racket, from the awkward penhold grip to the horizontal grip, to the correct grip of the horizontal grip.

When Zhong Yu resumed his posture of catching the ball, Mo Youqian lightly tossed the ball up again, and it was another unexpected serve just like the first one.

There was still no preparation time, but the speed and rotation of the ball were much more violent than the previous ball, visible to the naked eye.

The first shot before really couldn't be Mo Youqian's real strength. The awkward grip still had a big impact on him. As soon as he changed back to the horizontal grip, the quality of the shot really improved. more than one grade.

Yes, even though Zhong Yu seemed to have figured it out, Mo Youqian didn't intend to stop, and even made the attack a little bit more ruthless.

Although his expression still looked lazy, in fact, from the moment Mo Youqian switched back to the horizontal grip, he showed all his strength and became serious.

The action of serving has already been integrated into his bone marrow through tens of thousands of repetitions. There is no need to prepare or adjust, as long as the shot is the most suitable angle for him-it seems rushed, it is better to call it instinct.

Zhong Yu's analysis was actually to the point. He did this serve on purpose, and he also did it on purpose to send the ball to Zhong Yu's comfortable receiving point for him to pull the ball.

Zhong Yu borrowed other people's style of play to pave the way for others, so he used the horizontal shot to borrow the penhold style of play to tell him a truth——

In the face of absolute strength, everything is empty talk.

Mo Youqian is not good at persuasive teaching, the fastest way to make people sober, in his opinion, is to treat others in their own way, Zhong Yu did not respect his opponent, so he let Zhong Yu feel underestimated What does it feel like to be crushed.

No, will you wake up soon?

Once he is awake, there is no need to use the awkward penhold grip, after all, Mo Youqian himself doesn't like that feeling.

Switching back to his most proficient horizontal shot, Mo Youqian showed his true strength, and he also wanted to see where the limit of this young man was.

The first ball just now was a lesson and a test.

Mo Youqian's ability to see is very strong. He caught the time when Zhong Yu couldn't react, and sent the ball to what he judged to be the most comfortable spot for Zhong Yu to catch the ball. He also wanted to see this person's instinctive reaction to the ball. what level.

He knows his apprentice's world and his own world. Although there are many differences in the table tennis situation in the two worlds, there is one thing in common, including the group of world champion friends he met in the underworld. In any world, the demise of the penhold grip seems to be the general trend.

Although no one wants to admit it, but with the continuous changes in equipment, the probability of penhold grips appearing in the table tennis world, as shown by the cold data, is undeniably decreasing year by year.

Mo Youqian himself is also a pen-hold shooter who changed it to a horizontal-hand grip. Naturally, he knows the hardships of a pen-hold shooter. When he met Zhong Yu, a young and rare pen-hold shooter, and a partner recognized by Su Yuan, Mo Youqian admitted that he was a little curious.

Of course, the result of the first ball test was also good. Zhong Yu's pressure and force were very timely when he couldn't react. There is even a slight pain in the palm of the left hand that catches the ball.

Then under the condition of preparation, facing a higher quality serve, what kind of return will Zhong Yu make?

This ball still landed on Zhong Yu's forehand, but it was no longer sent directly to his most comfortable receiving point like the first ball. The horn, almost brushing the white line, bounced precisely on the table.

This is a billiard ball, or a billiard ball that almost touches the bottom line. The change of the landing point and the improvement of the quality of the ball itself make it more difficult to catch the ball.

But this time, Zhong Yu was no longer the unprepared Zhong Yu when he caught the first ball. He was extremely calm and was not affected by Mo Youqian's change of grip. At that moment, he quickly made a judgment, moved his steps at will, and retreated rapidly.

Looking fast and rushing, in essence, this is just a forward looping ball with a spin as a topspin. experience is not applicable.

Zhong Yu thought calmly. With such a spinning ball, the angle of the racket should be slightly adjusted at the moment of impact to counteract the original rotation. In the process of pulling the ball back, the angle of the racket may also need to be pressed down again. a little.

"boom!"

A dull sound sounded, it was the sound of Zhong Yu's racket touching the ball.

Since the game on the field resumed, Su Yuan's eyes were unconsciously placed on Zhong Yu again.

He watched Zhong Yu's racket swing over his head, and the wind stirred up Zhong Yu's slightly long hair.

The sword-browed starry eyes under the hair suddenly hit Su Yuan's eyes, his calm and confident eyes seemed to be shining, and the white ball, with afterimages and extremely high-speed rotation, crossed the net and moved towards Mo Youqian. The billiard table fell.

The rotation is so strong that the ball not only draws an arc on the vertical axis, but also draws a beautiful arc on the horizontal axis in the air. The naked eye can see that the ball seems to have turned a corner in the air.

nice shot!

Su Yuan almost raised his hand to applaud, but when he raised it halfway, remembering that he was still angry, he put it down with a straight face.

At this moment, the ball also reached its destination.

"Bang!" There was another sound, the sound of a ball bouncing on the table.

On stage!

Not only was he on stage, but he was also very tricky!

The same big forehand corner, the same landing point that almost presses the white line.

Zhong Yu came to his senses!And regained his control over the landing point!

nice shot!

Mo Youqian also boasted in his heart, but it is impossible for him to catch the ball. Even if the ball was erratic due to the high-speed rotation, he put the racket on the final path of the ball early, and when the ball was still rising and bouncing At the stage of getting up, he stretched out his hand and twitched fiercely.

Mo Youqian took control of the game again.

"2:0."

"5:1."

"9:3."

"10:3."

Sweat slid down the corner of the sharp jaw, condensed into small drops and dripped to the floor. It was near the end of a round that Zhong Yu realized why Yuan Bao had to report the score in real time.

I'm afraid this is also the wind arranged by Mo Youqian. Hearing the score at a critical moment often feels more pressure than seeing it with the eyes.

In order to test him, Su Yuan's master really... considered all aspects.

Zhong Yu, who had a completely new mentality, resisted the pressure brought by Mo Youqian, but the strength gap between the two was still there.

The gap in strength cannot be made up by luck or a good attitude.

The game ended much faster than Zhong Yu imagined.

In other words, he lost much faster than he expected.

"The small score is 11:5, the big score is 3:0, the game is over."

Su Yuan's voice announced the end of the game. Mo Youqian put the racket on the table, put his hands on his neck and shoulders, and sighed with a smile: "Tsk, I'm getting old, and I can't play very well. Su Xiaoyuan, come here and help me!" Master hammering shoulders?"

Su Yuan looked at Mo Youqian who seemed to be just warming up and didn't even sweat much, then looked at Zhong Yu who was still panting on his knees on the other side, and rolled his eyes lightly at his master.

Are you not guilty of saying this?

Mo Youqian is upright and confident, Mo Youqian is not guilty at all, seeing his lovely apprentice grow up rebellious, he even blinked aggrievedly.

Now Su Yuan turned his head away from him.

The child is not easy to tease, hey, go tease another one.

Su Yuan didn't cooperate with him, Mo Youqian smiled helplessly, put away the look of grievance on his face, turned around and walked towards Zhong Yu.

……

Feeling being patted on the shoulder, Zhong Yu let out a breath, looked up, and saw Mo Youqian who was smiling.

This time Mo Youqian didn't put any pressure on him, he took out a bottle of mineral water from somewhere and handed it to Zhong Yu.

"Zhong Yu, how do you feel about this match?" Mo Youqian smiled and asked Zhong Yu the question.

Hmm... This is the teacher's school test after finishing the questions?

Zhong Yu blinked, and ended up unscrewing the bottle cap with mineral water and filled most of the bottle. He cleared his throat, thought for a while, and answered humbly.

"In the beginning, you used the penhold grip to hit me with a horizontal grip, which replicated my situation in the semi-finals, but this time I became the one who was 'disrespected'. Think differently, put yourself in the shoes, and be the one who was 'disrespected'. Being disrespected by an opponent is truly infuriating and disregarding sportsmanship, a mistake I will never make again."

"Later, you switched back to the horizontal grip and changed various serving and playing styles. It should also be a test of my strength and mentality."

"Your strength is really strong. After this game, I also discovered a lot of shortcomings in my skills, but I will work hard to improve. If I can't play now, it doesn't mean I won't be able to play in the future."

When Zhong Yu said this, his eyes were full of firmness.

The last sentence was crazy enough, Mo Youqian raised his eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

Su Yuan came over at some point and hid behind Mo Youqian. Zhong Yu pursed his lips and met Mo Youqian's eyes.

Mo Youqian smiled knowingly, and moved two steps lightly, revealing Su Yuan who was originally hiding behind him.

Su Yuan:!

He wanted to continue moving with his master, but Zhong Yu grabbed his wrist all at once.

"Wait, Yuan Bao."

"..." Su Yuan stopped in his tracks, his big clear eyes fixed on Zhong Yu, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Sorry, Su Yuan."

On a rare occasion, Zhong Yu called Su Yuan by name. He took a deep breath, lowered his head, stared at Su Yuan, and spoke very sincerely.

"Today's semi-final between me and Enoch Robb, I used Samuel's chopping style to fight Enoch, and the idea in my heart was really to consume Enoch with chopping style Your physical strength will give you a better chance of winning the final tonight."

"I don't know that Enoch Rob's hand injury is still not healed. Of course, this is just an excuse. Whether it's about facts or my thoughts, I really... want to pave the way for you."

I thought it would be difficult to say such an apology, but Zhong Yu looked into Su Yuan's eyes, and the words in his heart came out naturally.

It was a bit stuck at the beginning, but it became smoother and smoother later.

Maybe Su Yuan's eyes are too determined, no one would want to disappoint someone with such eyes.

"This is wrong. I have deeply realized that this is a disrespect to Enoch and you. It is also a disregard for sportsmanship and the rules of competitive sports...Your strength, whether you win or lose You should be upright, but my... selfishness makes your championship weight less real."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Su Yuan pitifully.

"I'm sorry, I know that an apology in mere words may not seem that powerful...but, Yuan Bao, can you...give me another chance?"

"I will definitely not make such a low-level mistake again, can you supervise me?"

"I am still lacking in strength now. I will continue to work hard, correct my attitude, and do my best on the court. Believe me... next time, I will definitely stand by your side."

"You win in a dignified way, and I will follow in your footsteps in a dignified manner."

After Zhong Yu finished speaking, the table tennis room fell into silence for a moment, and the air seemed to stop flowing.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, Zhong Yu swallowed nervously, his heart was beating like it was about to burst out of his chest, he stared at Su Yuan closely, waiting for his answer.

"……Humph."

Su Yuan stared at Zhong Yu for a few seconds, then turned his head with a snort, and turned back after a while.

"Okay, I will supervise you, if you dare not be serious next time, and dare to be selfish on the field...we will break off friendship!"

"...Two months." Su Yuan pursed his lips, touched his conscience as if he was not willing to break up the relationship, Su Yuan added another sentence.

Zhong Yu didn't smile. Breaking off the relationship for two months was a sky-shattering punishment for him. He quickly nodded to Su Yuan, and almost raised three fingers to swear to the sky that he would not.

Mo Youqian, who was watching happily by the side, was struck by the cuteness of the interaction between the two children, and couldn't help laughing.

Turning on the optical computer on his wrist to check the time, he clasped his hands together and tapped twice, attracting their attention.

"Okay kids, it looks like you don't need me anymore?"

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QAQ is dead, I will try to write more on Saturday and daytime...!