Su Mo's eyes flashed and his lips curled up.
The so-called short billiards was a tug-of-war between the two sides on the table. The ball would not fly out of the circle, but concentrated near the center line of the table.
It was all about wrist skills!
And his control over techniques!
To be honest.
Even though Su Mo himself was ordered to spin sideways.
However, he relied on close combat to make a fortune.
But since he became famous and joined the national team, he rarely played such short games.
Because he was too slow, it would give the opponent an opportunity.
They might as well pull him out of the field, and then find an opportunity to end the game with a side spin!
He just didn't expect Zhang Hao to actually want to play the short stage with him.
It was 3:0.
Zhang Hao sent a short game, which meant that he should be very confident in his short game skills.
That was good too. It had been a long time since he last fought.
His bangs covered Su Mo's eyes, but they couldn't stop the hot blood from bursting out of his eyes.
And that…
The passion of an athlete!
His eyes moved and he caught the ball's landing point.
Su Mo leaned forward and stretched his arm forward, picking up the ball with ease.
Then, he spun!
The ping-pong ball almost went over the net in an arc!
Zhang Hao had already focused on Su Mo's movements.
The moment the ping-pong ball crossed the net, he suddenly stepped forward and pressed down with his right hand.
The two opposite technical movements were easily executed by him.
The ping-pong ball was first lifted up and then slightly pressed down.
This brought about a sudden acceleration of the ball!
Ping!
The ball suddenly accelerated and flew over the net.
Perfect performance!
High-quality challenges!
He had used 100% of his strength for this ball!
Zhang Hao thought excitedly in his heart.
His gaze subconsciously followed the ball's trajectory and landed on Su Mo.
It was a perfect shot.
Su Mo, how should he deal with this!
The ping-pong ball spun rapidly, touched the table, and bounced up again!
Originally, the faster the ball was, the higher the distance it bounced off after landing!
However, because of the backspin, the height of the ball was forcefully lowered!
This also meant that the time it took for the ball to touch the stage twice was shorter!
If Su Mo did not catch it on the second touch, it would be too late.
Zhang Hao scored!
Just as the ball had just jumped up and had yet to land on the ground.
A black shadow appeared below the ping pong.
It was Su Mo's racket!
He did not choose to hit the ball directly, but chose to wait at the landing point.
Zhang Hao was stunned!
"Aren't you afraid that your prediction will fail and you'll lose points?!？”
He was shocked.
However, Su Mo's eyes were shining with confidence.
The movement of his right arm was extremely accurate.
If one ignored the weird grip, it was a textbook standard!
Ping!
The ball was knocked back to the stage by Su Mo!
He easily received it!
Zhang Hao couldn't care less.
He hurriedly waved his racket in response.
Short stage melee! It officially began!
The two attacked with all their might, limiting the ball to the middle line.
If you pick a fight, I'll chop the ball.
If you slice the ball, I'll pick.
Su Mo occasionally pulled back.
The more they fought, the more satisfied they felt!
Soon, he was sweating profusely.
However, he was in high spirits.
The sounds of banging echoed throughout the entire stadium.
Accompanied by the sound of their footsteps.
The continuous attacks made the audience unable to take their eyes off them, afraid that they would miss any details.
Qin Yun, who did not pay much attention to the competition, had unknowingly been attracted by it!
It was too beautiful!
Zhang Hao's muscles tensed up as he stared intently.
Su Mo had a smile on his face, every slap was beautiful and relaxed, making people feel at ease.
The two of them could hit high-quality balls with almost every shot!
There were no mistakes in every round.
The audience was naturally thrilled.
However, after a few consecutive goals.
The situation was a little off.
Su Mo seemed to be getting more and more relaxed.
Meanwhile, Zhang Hao's steps and swings gradually became stiff.
No one knew.
An invisible pressure enveloped Zhang Hao's body.
"Don't you think he'll make a fucking mistake?”
"Every counterattack is of perfect quality!”
The more Zhang Hao fought, the more shocked he became.
After a tug-of-war, it would depend on who made fewer mistakes and whose quality was higher.
Once someone made a mistake, psychologically, they would be the first to fall.
The opponent would also take this opportunity to intensify their attacks and force the other party to make a mistake!
However, Zhang Hao asked himself that his performance of nearly five beats just now was flawless.
It could be said that he was in his best state of play in recent times!
In the past, with this kind of competitive state, he had full confidence in facing any opponent.
However, what was even more terrifying was that…
Su Mo!
There were no mistakes!
In fact, she was even better than him.
Although Zhang Hao felt that his performance was perfect, there were still some small flaws.
Originally, this small flaw would not be a problem in the competition.
However, there was a better comparison.
This situation was different!
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