Su Mo only cared about whether he could still play and whether he could recover.
After all, before he transmigrated and before he was injured, Su Mo was also a quasi-national level player!
Unfortunately, that car accident ruined everything.
Su Mo's lips curled up helplessly.
A hint of regret flashed in his eyes.
Then, it lit up again.
Because the heavens had given him a second chance!
In fact, once he transmigrated, he would be in the competition venue.
It was simply fate.
Su Mo chuckled.
"Hello, contestant from the Dragon Country. You played very well.”
At this moment, a broken Chinese voice sounded.
Su Mo looked up.
He saw the Japanese man with the word Yamamoto on his competition card smiling at him."It's already 2:0, and the deciding game is now 10:3. If this continues, your persistence will be meaningless.”
"But I can give up the ball. After all, Japan and the Dragon Country are neighbors for a thousand years.”
"Isn't it also a tradition of the Dragon Country to let the ball pass?”
"If you need it, I can even let you win a round.”
It was indeed a tradition of the Dragon Country to give up the ball. It showed the traditional virtue of humility.
However, when Yamamoto said it, it sounded different.
Especially the smile on Yamamoto's face and the contempt in his eyes. It was as if he had given the ball away.
"How about it? As long as you say the word."
Yamamoto said with a smile.
He also felt that Su Mo had no reason to refuse.
Because if they continued fighting, it would be three consecutive defeats.
This was a great humiliation for table tennis players!
However…
"Tch, let me play?"
Su Mo chuckled and flicked the ball onto the racket.
Then, as if he had become a different person, he took a deep breath and focused on the table.
That eagle-like gaze made Yamamoto frown.
It had only been a minute, but why did it feel like the other party had changed into a different person?
The look in his eyes reminded him of the pressure he felt when he faced a national player.
How could this feeling appear on this rookie from the Dragon Country in front of him?
He must be thinking too much.
However, Su Mo was obviously rejecting his suggestion.
Since that's the case, then you can live with the shame of the three lights!
Yamamoto bent down and got into position, the look in his eyes becoming fierce!
Ping!
Su Mo serves!
Although his body was very weak.
However, it was this feeling that made him return to the feeling when he fought against those top experts.
Every ounce of strength and every ounce of gaze could not be wasted.
Even if he was so tired that he couldn't breathe, he couldn't give up.
Su Mo's blood started to boil!
His years of experience as a national player allowed him to predict the opponent's counterattack the moment he sent the ball out, so that he could easily change his position and receive the landing point.
The ping-pong ball in his eyes seemed to have slowed down and was falling slowly.
It was a sideways spin.
Due to the lack of hand strength, the quality of the ball was not high.
The rotation was not enough, the arc was not enough, and even the strength was not enough!
Su Mo could already imagine that the opponent would use a reverse attack on his forehands, forcing him to play a short game and then fall into a passive defensive situation, and then find an opportunity to smash him!
He absolutely could not fall into such a disadvantage!
Immediately, Su Mo made up his mind and started to move back. He took two steps in a row to lower his body, intending to move sideways to pull the ball away.
The first match!
He had to take it down!
For himself.
It was also for ping pong!
Come on!
Su Mo's eyes seemed to be burning.
The muscles all over his body tensed up, forming a beautiful arc!
Ping!
The ball landed.
Everyone was silent.
The hundreds of spectators looked at the big screen in the stands with blank expressions.
Even the referee forgot to blow his whistle.
Su Mo won!
Because the opponent was taken down by Su Mo's serve!
Yamamoto didn't even catch the ball. At this moment, he was looking at the table tennis ball under his feet with a blank face, wondering if he was hallucinating.
"Hiss…"
"This ball…"
The referee finally came back to his senses and keenly sensed that something was wrong.
Su Mo's serve had a high arc, but the landing point was very low!
As a result, the opponent originally wanted to pick the ball, but in the end, he predicted the high point, causing the ball to brush past!
And this kind of serve…
The referee was certain that he had never seen such a thing before!
But no matter what, Su Mo won.
The score was 2:0!
In the third game, they were trailing by a score of 10:3!
After winning by one point, it was 10:4!
This was still a very desperate score. If nothing unexpected happened, the game should be over after about three or four goals.
Unless Su Mo could win three more rounds.
But how was that possible?
The referee himself was amused by this thought.
Three rounds of matches, at least 40 balls. Looking at Su Mo's body, what was he thinking about?
The Dragon Team wouldn't be able to win this game!
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