As time passed, Zhang Hao became more and more anxious, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
His mental defense was like the sound of the ping pong ball.
With a sound, it disintegrated!
He had to fight back with high intensity and sweat every time he scored.
Su Mo, on the other hand, was able to easily hit him back, as if he was not affected at all.
Finally, in front of Su Mo's reverse pull.
Zhang Hao couldn't control himself!
He subconsciously turned his wrist and made a half-button!
The ball was wrapped up by a huge force.
He didn't leave the racket immediately. Instead, he stuck to the racket for a while before taking it off.
"Ahhh! I'll kill you!" Zhang Hao shouted.
Su Mo raised his eyebrows and laughed. Instead, he turned around and wiped himself with a towel.
This action was calm and casual.
It shocked everyone present.
"Su Mo, are you not going to catch this ball?"
"No way!"
"This…"
As Su Mo had expected.
The moment the ball was thrown, the arc continued to rise, and it did not even touch the stage.
Everyone cried out in surprise and came to a realization.
So Su Mo already knew the moment he hit the ball?
They could not help but be dumbfounded.
Just as he was about to brush past Su Mo's face and fly away…
Su Mo's left hand seemed to have eyes as it reached out and grabbed the ping pong ball.
"I knew it would go out of bounds! Too anxious."
"In a short fight, it's fine as long as you can get on the stage even if the quality of the ball is not good.”
Su Mo lightly smiled as he flicked the ball onto the racket. He lowered his body and prepared to serve as he spoke.
He said this subconsciously.
After all, in his opinion, Zhang Hao was indeed a person with very solid basic skills.
In the past, when he met such a seedling, whether it was him or the rest of the national team, he would pass on some small experiences.
This had already become a habit.
Zhang Hao propped his hands on his thighs and panted heavily.
His right hand that was holding the racket trembled slightly.
He did not speak.
He only gulped and stared at Su Mo with a serious expression.
Pressure.
This pressure!
Why was he so relaxed?
Am I playing against a robot?
Scenes flashed through Zhang Hao's mind.
From the start until now, Su Mo had not made a single mistake.
Every shot was of high quality!
There were no other thoughts in his mind.
What about beating up Su Mo to prove himself?
The fact that he could hit the shakehand proved that he could hit the penhold.
All of this was already too far away for him.
The main thing was that it was hard to even get a ball for him now!
“5:0！”
"Su Mo…"
"Serve…"
The deputy minister's voice rang out.
Everyone was shocked.
He didn't even know what to say.
Although the trial only required eleven balls in one round, the problem was that Zhang Hao had already lost five balls.
He still lost consecutively!
In a table tennis match, this was already a sign of a massacre!
And the truth was not much different from their guesses!
The massacre had really begun!
Zhang Hao either couldn't catch Su Mo's serve or could barely catch it.
Then, he made a lousy shot.
As expected, Su Mo immediately followed up and struck again.
Smash!
Slash!
Kill!
Su Mo displayed all kinds of techniques.
Zhang Hao had struggled before.
However, no matter what he did, whether it was a short game, a long game, a forehand, a backhand, or a pull, Su Mo easily resolved everything!
6:0
9:0
10:0
The score quickly reached match point.
At this moment.
Zhang Hao was already panting and sweating profusely.
Even his clothes were drenched.
As for Su Mo, he was only sweating!
Zhang Hao's mind went blank.
He no longer thought about the score.
In any case, he had not won a single goal so far.
There was only one thought in his mind.
That was to win!
Even if it was just a point!
If he used all his skills, it would be good if he only had one point!!
"Zhang Hao serves!"
The deputy minister couldn't bear to look at Zhang Hao anymore.
He could only tilt his head and say.
"Win a goal."
"Last ball."
Zhang Hao muttered to himself with lifeless eyes.
A moment later, an endless fighting spirit surged into his heart.
He would not give up until the last moment!
He gritted his teeth and delivered a high-intensity serve!
This was a spinning ball!
He had high hopes for this goal, it should be able to break Su Mo's defense!
However, he did not notice.
On the other side, Su Mo gestured for him to pause before picking up his phone.
Usually, when they saw this gesture, everyone would stop.
But Su Mo didn't know that Zhang Hao had been beaten senseless by him.
His mind was only filled with the thought of beating him by one goal, so he did not notice Su Mo's gesture.
Therefore, when he heard a ping sound.
The spinning ball had already struck, crossing the net like a poisonous snake!
The ping-pong ball spun in the air at an extreme speed.
"Hello?" Su Mo picked up the call.
It was Fatty Liu's.
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