The members who were watching around instantly straightened their bodies.
His eyes were fixed on the table!
With this shot, everyone's confidence increased greatly.
After all, this move was Zhang Hao's strongest serve.
Through the powerful slanting ability of the front racket, he could hit a high-quality backspin ball!
When many opponents first came into contact with this kind of ball, it was very easy for them to fly away with a touch!
Even if he managed to catch the stage, the quality would not be very high.
Zhang Hao could easily prepare for the next round of attacks.
Whether it was attacking the opponent's weakness or pulling each other, the initiative would fall into Zhang Hao's hands!
The best way was to pick and press the ball, and other conventional counter-spinning methods.
However, Su Mo's grip was so strange, his hand was like a kitchen knife.
How could he suppress it?
He watched as the ball flew over the net at an extremely low angle and bounced up.
Su Mo did not panic and nodded in his heart.
Zhang Hao's foundation was much stronger than Yamamoto's.
The arc of the ball almost brushed past the net.
It was very difficult.
The landing point was very low!
Coupled with the high-quality rotation brought by the front shot.
It was indeed a very lethal serve.
However…
To him.
This move!
Too inexperienced!
Ping!
Su Mo leaned over and pulled back!
His arm drew a beautiful horizontal line.
The ping pong ball fell, crossed the net, and touched the table!
The surroundings were filled with exclamations!
He caught it!
Not only did Su Mo catch the ball, but it also looked very easy!
Zhang Hao's pupils constricted.
But there was no more time to think!
The ball was very fast!
This was a f * cking backhand shot!？
Zhang Hao, who was obviously not prepared for this, could only twist his body with difficulty and use his forehand to catch the ball.
It was like a primary school student playing basketball.
He held the penhold racket and poked the ball.
It was hard to imagine that Zhang Hao would receive the ball in such a manner.
The ball was hit like this.
Then what was the point of talking about quality?
When the ping-pong ball slowly landed in front of his table,
Su Mo, who had already predicted the landing point, leaned forward and bent his right hand behind him.
A full-force attack!
He directly shot an extremely violent close-range smash at Zhang Hao's forehand position!
Zhang Hao, who had just barely caught the backhand ball, did not have the time to return it, so how could he have the energy to catch the ball?
Not to mention, the ball was so fast!
Touched the stage and bounced away!
It happened in the blink of an eye.
In the video of the phone, there was even a curved arc.
“3:0”
"Su Mo…"
"Score…"
The deputy minister gulped and flipped over the scoreboard with difficulty.
"We lost again!"
"What's wrong with Minister Zhang Hao today?”
"How did Su Mo catch this ball…"
"To be able to counterattack so fiercely with a backhand position!？”
The people present all understood football.
Of course, he understood how perverted the scene just now was!
For table tennis players, there would always be a familiar area, such as the forehand, backhand, chop, or smash.
What they needed to do was to think of a way to prevent the opponent from receiving the ball that they were best at through offense, and to make it easier for them to play with the opponent's ball.
And a person's weakest point was often the backhand.
That is, you need to turn your wrist, face the ball with your back, and return the ball by backhand.
Zhang Hao's choice was not wrong.
His serve was indeed a backhand with a spin.
It was very difficult for ordinary people to deal with this kind of ball.
They watched the video again and again, but they could not find out how Su Mo handled the ball.
However, it did not stop them from exclaiming.
"Awesome, Su Mo!"
"No, I have to ask him after the game.”
"Backhand spin serve. Good fellow, I want to learn this move. I can directly play as the main force.”
"Sister Yun, what do you think?"
Qin Yun, who had been called, bared his cheeks and said with a grin,""What else can I watch? I'll just record it.”
However, he was laughing crazily in his heart.
If Zhang Hao really lost today…
That would be interesting.
In the stadium, the competition continued.
The sweat on Zhang Hao's forehead was no longer fine. It was the size of a green bean, covering his entire forehead and cheeks.
His chest heaved rapidly.
It wasn't because he was tired, but because his mental state had exploded!
How could this be?
How could Su Mo catch the ball so easily?
How could the quality of his backhand be so high!
It was already 3:0!
Zhang Hao's heart gradually turned cold.
He looked across.
Su Mo was the complete opposite of him.
Not only was there no sweat on his body, but there was also a smile on his lips as he looked at him calmly.
"Zhang Hao serves!"
The deputy minister threw a new ping pong.
Zhang Hao took a deep breath and suppressed all his distracting thoughts.
Staring at Su Mo, he threw the ball up!
He did not dare to underestimate Su Mo anymore.
No matter how much he looked down on Su Mo's grip, he could only focus 100% on dealing with Su Mo.
Because he was the one who had been given a zero.
Ping!
The ball bounced off the bat!
It was a very conventional straight line spin!
He headed straight for the short platform in the middle!
He wanted to fight Su Mo in a short match!
Slow down.
Beat by beat!
He was confident that in this kind of short platform confrontation, no matter where the ball came from, he would not lose points!
"Short billiard ball?"
Su Mo's eyes flashed.
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