sports eagle

Chapter 83
Wang Feipeng hadn't finished bragging, Xu Wenxuan's game time was up, and she signed up for the competition in the senior group B, which was the same level as Wang Feipeng, and the two came to the game table together, and Wang Feipeng became her only spectator.

The senior group B is the strongest in the individual competition, which is equivalent to the level of amateur athletes and above, and the age requirement is 16-45 years old.The individual competition is divided into two stages. In the first stage, there will be a round-robin round-robin match for men and women, with a three-game two-win 11-point system; in the second stage, a knockout match will be used to determine the 1st to 6th place, and a five-game three-win system will be adopted.

The progress of the game is very fast. In the previous game, the two sides played against each other for less than 20 minutes, and the winner was decided. If they did not perform well, they would be defeated. There was no chance to adjust their state.

Xu Wenxuan's opponent is a woman in her 30s with a ponytail, a smart and strong face, a hot body, and no trace of fat. She can tell from a glance that she often plays ball. Moreover, her abilities are well balanced for her age, and her skills, experience, and physical strength are perfect. Combined, Wang Feipeng couldn't help but sweat for the beautiful school girl.

Not only did Wang Feipeng have the same idea, but her opponent probably had the same idea as the referee. Xu Wenxuan walked up to the table, looking very weak, very gentle and elegant, and she was not a table tennis expert by any means. I saw her play, but that time all my attention was on the six class flowers who cooperated in running the school. I didn't care to look closely, but I only vaguely remembered that her strength was not weak.

As soon as the two fought against each other, Wang Feipeng was taken aback and looked at each other with admiration.Xu Wenxuan is a girl who uses her brains very much when playing ball. Every time she serves, what kind of ball is served, what kind of ball the opponent will return, and what method of attack will be used, how the opponent will return the ball in the face of the attack, how to counterattack, how to change the route by herself, and open the gap , causing the quality of the opponent's return is not high, and then smash.Every match is planned in advance from the serve to the first four rebounds. She predicts the return route in advance and calculates the opponent to death. Although the capable woman has solid basic skills and rich experience in the game, every ball seems to be planned in advance. , No matter how you attack, it is difficult to break through the opponent's defense line, and the opponent's order changes very quickly, and she is not given time to react, and the problem is often solved in the first three boards.

The capable woman became more and more anxious as she played, and Xu Wenxuan became more and more in control of the game, adjusting the course of the ball according to the opponent's weakness. The route designed for each ball was executed very resolutely, without any hesitation, without any softness, and constantly changing the serve, route and offensive and defensive methods. , combined together, disrupting the opponent's adjustments, making the opponent confused and unable to find a solution. The whole game only took more than ten minutes, and Xu Wenxuan won the opponent cleanly.

Carrying Xu Wenxuan's shoulder bag, Wang Feipeng gave her a thumbs up when she was leaving the field. After she finished signing, he couldn't help but patted his horse and said, "Hemerocallis, you are the best person I have ever seen who is good at playing with his brain. Last time You are just the tip of the iceberg in table tennis class, your strength has not been fully demonstrated, it is unfathomable! I admire you! I admire you! I worship you!"

Xu Wenxuan smiled, and joked, "Don't you have no brains in playing? You only know how to play recklessly?"

Wang Feipeng didn't get angry at all, and said very seriously: "You are right. I always play by feeling. I never think too much beforehand, and I don't design routes. It's my style to block water and cover up when soldiers come."

Xu Wenxuan smiled even brighter, "That's how strong people are. If they lose ten points at a time, the weaker girls want to win, so they can only think of ways."

Wang Feipeng came a little closer, with a smile on his face, "Hemerocallis, it will be my turn to play soon. This competition is coming in a hurry. I forgot to bring my racket. Can you lend me your racket?" Seeing her looking at him with a little doubt. , Wang Feipeng’s old face turned a little red, Luo Liba explained: “I know that everyone’s racket must be very suitable for them, and they must be very familiar with their own racket, so I don’t want to lend it to others to avoid breaking it and adapting to the new racket, but this It was indeed an accident, don’t worry, I guarantee it won’t get damaged if you borrow it!”

Xu Wenxuan shook her head and spoke in her characteristic soft voice, "I didn't mean that. When I first met you, you were empty-handed. When you said you came to participate in the competition, I was very confused. It turned out that I forgot to bring a racket. If I didn't participate in this competition, , I didn’t meet you, what would you do?”

Although Wang Feipeng was a little embarrassed, he continued to smile cheekily, "So all of this is fate, don't you think so?"

"Let's go, find your game table, I want to watch you play." Xu Wenxuan gently brushed a lock of hair on the right side behind her ear with her right hand, and gathered her shoulder bag with her left hand, ignoring his thick skin.

Wang Feipeng faced a middle-aged man in his 30s for the first time. He was not tall but very strong. Seeing that Wang Feipeng was young and tall playing table tennis, there was a beautiful girl next to him. The girl limps in delight, and she will definitely kill him later!Let him learn a lot!
Xu Wenxuan took out her racket and handed it to him and asked, "How long has it been since you played table tennis?"

Wang Feipeng took the beat and held it in his hand to get used to it, "I just played it a few years ago, and it didn't take long, maybe a month and a half."

The middle-aged man happened to hear it, and almost spurted out old blood. He came to play the game without touching the ball for a month and a half.
Xu Wenxuan reminded softly: "There are only three rounds in the game, and it's over in the blink of an eye. You haven't played for a while, and it won't take long for you to adapt. You must get into the state quickly."

Wang Feipeng danced his racket and comforted with a smile, "It's okay, I've adapted." After saying that, Qi Yu walked towards the table with dignity.

Watching his position and posture, Xu Wenxuan was in a trance for a while, and suddenly she felt very settled in her heart. She remembered seeing him play for the first time, and she felt that he was bound to win. This time she also felt the same way. It was strange and firm.

Wang Feipeng practiced for one minute before the start of the game. He made full use of it and quickly adapted to the feeling of the ball. He did not brag about comfort. This feeling was deep-rooted and came back as soon as he got the racket, and it was stronger and more exciting than before!

The middle-aged man served first. To be more careful, he served the ball without backspin. Wang Feipeng rubbed the ball with his backhand. The ball flew to the opponent’s left hand. Although he was on the table, he couldn’t turn sideways. The middle-aged man pulled the ball backhand and hit Wang Feipeng’s left hand. , Wang Feipeng is also left-handed to pull the ball, but he is tall and long-handed. He stands a little behind and has a long backhand distance, so he is very powerful. The middle-aged man continued to pull the ball with his left hand. Slightly higher, Wang Feipeng immediately increased his strength to pull a straight line. The opponent was already prepared, and he used his forehand to make a circular arc to widen the diagonal line. Wang Feipeng was also prepared, and immediately returned to the straight line with his forehand arc. Long, move your hand a little and stretch out, you can catch the ball with great power, the middle-aged man wanted to pull up the backhand arc with his left hand, but the angle of power was not well grasped, and the ball flew out of bounds!

The middle-aged man was shocked by the first shot. Just now, during the practice, he found that this kid is very familiar with the ball, and he rarely makes mistakes. In a formal contest, he is even an expert who knows if he makes a shot. Concentrate on the game.

Although Wang Feipeng is not like Hemerocallis in planning his serve, route, and offense and defense in advance, he is very adaptable on the spot. With careful observation and feeling, he can grasp the opponent's rotation and route, and counterattack at any time. He is long, has a wide range of greetings, solid basic skills, and last year's high-level sparring, it is difficult to beat him to death, and the opponent will make mistakes on his own.

The middle-aged man is also very strong, with a well-balanced left and right hand arc and rich experience in the game, the two soon fell into a stalemate.Maybe it was because of the sparring partner last year. During the game, Wang Feipeng gradually entered the role of sparring partner. He pulled the ball to the table every time. Although there were some changes in the line, he rarely took the initiative to attack. Lingren, people who don't know the details must think that the middle-aged man will win!In the end, Wang Feipeng won the game. The score difference was not big, but the two games lasted for 50 minutes. It was really-shit-shit-even the straw was stinky and long!
(End of this chapter)