F * ck!
The world champion was actually threatening him.
No, he must have seen wrongly.
By the time Xu Yi looked at Zhang Yining again, the other party had already returned to his expressionless face, as if nothing had happened.
It was strange!
Xu Yi shook his head.
Forget it, he had to win this match first.
Once he fused with the memories of this body, he should be able to solve these mysteries.
At this moment, a male student walked over from the opposite direction of Xu Yi. He was about 1.8 meters tall, had tanned skin, and had a strong body.
Compared to Xu Yi's height of less than 1.7 meters, the difference in their physical fitness was obvious.
This person should be Wang Teng.
Xu Yi looked at the other party's size and thought nothing of it.
So what if he was tall and strong?
Table tennis was not a sport that could be won by strength alone.
"Eh? Why is a child coming up?"
"They should be special enrollment students. The sports school always recruits young and talented students.”
"That's too young. He feels like an eleven or twelve-year-old child. How can he fight like that?”
"I heard that the original Sun Xiaoming of Class 7 seemed to be feeling unwell, so they changed him at the last minute. I guess they wanted him to feel the atmosphere of the competition.”
"That's right. Wang Teng of Class 3 can be said to be the most talented student in this batch.”
"I hope this child doesn't lose too badly. Otherwise, it'll be troublesome.”
When the parents and other students in the audience saw Xu Yi's appearance, they started discussing.
"You guys practice for a minute and then start the game.”the referee said to the two people standing on the table tennis table.
Xu Yi and Wang Teng nodded.
The two of them held onto their rackets and started practicing.
"Hmm? Look, look, that kid is using a horizontal grip!!”
"Hey! It was true. Someone was actually practicing the horizontal grip.”
"He probably just wants to attract people's attention.”
Some of the audience who knew about basketball were disdainful of Xu Yi's grip, while some who did not understand basketball did not understand.
"What's wrong with his grip? I think he's quite handsome!"
"Yeah, there's nothing wrong with it. I've seen foreigners hold their hands like this.”
"Humph! What do you know? Chinese people are good at using chopsticks, and most foreigners are good at using knives and forks, so the penhold grip is more suitable for us. How could a penhold racket compare to a horizontal racket?”
"That makes sense. It seems that the current world champions all use the penhold grip.”
"Don't listen to their nonsense. Penhold has its advantages, and shakehand also has its strengths. Our country once produced a player who had dominated the world with his shake-hand grip and suppressed the table tennis world for eight years.”
"F * ck! Is there such a person?"
" Who is it?!"
"I really didn't notice. Who is it?”
"Hehe, far away in the horizon, right in front of…our eyes!”
As the audience discussed the pros and cons of the shake-hand grip, their eyes gradually focused on one person.
It was not Xu Yi who was on stage, but the demon king who was sitting in the corner of the audience, Zhang Yining.
That's right!
The person who used the shake-hand grip to rule the table tennis world for eight years was her, Zhang Yining.
However, Zhang Yining didn't notice everyone's gazes.
She frowned slightly and stared at Xu Yi on the stage with a puzzled look in her eyes.
"This kid, when did he learn how to hold the racket horizontally?”She muttered softly.
The atmosphere between the two players practicing in the stands was a little off.
"Hey, change back to the penhold grip. This is a competition, not a game.”Wang Teng said coldly.
"I know." Xu Yi replied, but he had no intention of changing.
He had played basketball for more than ten years in his previous life and had always used the shake-hand grip.
If it was a pen-hold grip, it would be like a person who used to eat with his right hand suddenly eating with his left hand. How could it be comfortable?
"You!" Seeing that the other party did not change his grip, Wang Teng was a little annoyed.
When he saw that the other party was a classmate who was a few years younger than him, he planned to go easy on him so that he would not lose too badly.
However, who would have thought that the other party would not listen to his advice and even have such an attitude.
Then don't blame him for being impolite.
"Practice is over. You guys draw lots to decide who will serve first.”The referee took out two lots and said.
After drawing lots, Wang Teng served first and Xu Yi received the ball.
The match officially began.
Teng Wang's right hand held the ball diagonally downward, and his left foot took a step forward. His body slightly turned to the right, and his left palm gently threw the ball up.
Pa!
He hit the ball.
The ping pong ball crossed the center net at an extremely fast speed and rushed over.
His movements were very skilled and coherent.
However, just as he adjusted his posture and made the next receiving posture.
A white light rushed back.
The landing point was his backhand position.
Pa!
The ping-pong ball hit a corner of the table and bounced off.
Wang Teng did not receive it.
"1 to 0."
The referee's voice rang out.
If one listened carefully, one would notice that the referee was a beat slower than before.
"Hmm? What's going on?" Wang Teng shouted in a low voice.
Why did Xu Yi seem to know the ball's landing point in advance? Furthermore, he had already made the action of catching the ball before he even sent it out?
Predict?
Two words appeared in Wang Teng's mind.
Impossible!
How could he do that!
It must have been a blind guess. Someone who used a horizontal racket actually got a point first.
How infuriating!
Teng Wang took a deep breath, picked up the ping-pong ball, and prepared to serve the second ball.
He must have been careless just now.
This time, he was serious.
Teng Wang gripped his racket tightly, stood up, squatted, threw the ball, and hit the ball!!
The ping-pong ball was sent out smoothly and crossed the middle net.
The speed of the ball was even faster than the first ball.
Very good!
This time, there was no problem.
However, just as Wang Teng thought of this, a familiar white light shot back again.
His speed was even faster!
Pa!
The landing point was still his backhand position.
He tried his best to catch the ball.
But…it was empty again.
A familiar taste, a familiar goal!
"2 to 0."
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