World Champion Pretending to Be a Passerby, Beaten by Me at the Age of Sixteen

When handing a pen-hold shot in his hand to Su Zhe, Liu Zhenliang himself had no bottom in his heart.

No one has seen Su Zhe use pen-hold shooting.

Even he is the same.

For an amateur table tennis enthusiast, the two ways of holding the racket are easy to use.

But it's different for professional athletes.

Their hands-on skills are to be mastered in the arena.

Su Zhe will definitely use the pen-hold shot, there is no doubt about that.

But whether it's used well or not, it's just two things.

What's more, it is still the final scene of the National Table Tennis Championships. His opponent is Zhang Yuan, the former No. 1 table tennis player who has the title of Great Devil!

Faced with such a top pen-hold shooting player, will Su Zhe still have a chance?

At this moment, everyone present and the tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room all had this question floating in their minds.

"It's over, how come the beat suddenly breaks, Su Zhe could have won Zhang Yuan 4:0, it's difficult now."

"There are nearly 20,000 people in the audience, isn't there an extra horizontal shot?"

"You don’t understand. In this kind of game, the players’ rackets are sent to the organizing committee for inspection in advance, and the glue, rubber, and wood materials are all compliant. It’s a horizontal shot and can’t be used on the court..."

"So, why didn't Su Zhe prepare a spare racket?"

"It's probably his first time participating in the competition. I didn't expect to be so comprehensive..."

"What about the coach? What does the coach do for food? A rubbish!!!"

"Isn't it because some coaches make small moves and deliberately want Su Zhe to lose to Zhang Yuan?"

"Eh eh eh, don't involve the coach in everything. In this national game, the national team members were originally playing on behalf of the provincial teams... So the coach of the national team actually does not come to the scene, you know. Huh? This is not the World Championship, and it has nothing to do with them. And the coaches of the provincial team, I guess they only came into contact with these national team members after they came to Liaodong. Even if you want to prepare in advance, there is no chance... …"

"The big brother made a reasonable analysis. This time it was really just an accident. No one thought that, don't engage in conspiracy theories, just concentrate on watching the game!"

"This is just the beginning of the second round, and Su Zhe only won the first round... If the third round is about to end, or if there is a problem with the fourth round, then that's fine... At least there is hope."

"Originally it was hell-level difficulty for Zhang Yuan, but now it's better, it's Su Zhe."

"It's uncomfortable, I want to see Su Zhe win the championship!! He is so powerful, he is about to get a gold medal, and he loses. That's too fucking!!"

"Su Zhe, charge me!!! I want to see a miracle happen!!!"

"Su Shen, come on! I believe you can survive from desperation!!"

"Although I am a fan of Zhang Yuan, I also hope that Su Zhe can win this time!!"

"Why?" Another Zhang Yuan fan next to him was taken aback.

"Hey, if Zhang Yuan really wants to win the championship, he won't be able to win. With so many Su Zhe fans, I am afraid that Zhang Yuan will be hacked to death after the game..."

"That's right. Then I also support Su Zhe!!"

Almost all in the audience were cheering for Su Zhe.

In the live broadcast room.

Forty million viewers were also touched.

In everyone's opinion, Su Zhe's temporary change of pen-hold shooting is purely to catch the ducks on the shelves, there is no other way.

Everyone has the instinct to sympathize with the weak.

Obviously Zhang Yuan is the weak one.

But at this moment, the gap in the hard power between the two has long been ignored by everyone.

What can be seen and remembered, is forced to change the pen-hold shot, and thus fell into a weak Su Zhe.

Facts have proved that their judgment is not wrong.

After Su Zhe took the pen-hold shot, soon the game returned to normal.

However, the previous invincible posture seems to no longer exist.

"3:0!"

...

"3:1!"

...

"3:3!"

...

"3:5!"

...

After Su Zhe changed his shots, he lost five consecutive goals.

Zhang Yuan reversed the score and led by two points.

[I'm so embarrassed to see it! 】

[I really want to pass my newly bought horizontal shot across the screen and send it to Su Zhe! ! 】

[It can be seen that Su Zhe's pen-hold shooting proficiency is also very high, but Zhang Yuan is opposite him...]

[Are you going to be Zhang Yuan 4:1 to win the finals? No, I cried...]

[This is Su Zhe's first time in his life to participate in a competition, shouldn't it be so cruel! ! 】

[If the gold medal is really lost because of the tempo problem, I can't imagine how big a blow will be to him. 】

[Uncomfortable, uncomfortable, uncomfortable! I don’t want to watch anymore...]

【……】

During the live broadcast, netizens saw Su Zhe on the table falling into the wind, anxiously like ants on a hot pot.

There were even some people who couldn't bear to watch it, and left the live broadcast room.

The number of viewers in the upper right corner has dropped by a few w.

...

"Brother Zhe!"

He Dazhuang seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar, cold from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

A trace of despair, anger, unwillingness, and depression flashed across his face, as if he had overturned the five-flavored bottle, which was not a taste.

"how so?!"

In the first row of the classroom, Lin Miaomiao took out his mobile phone to see this scene, and covered her chest in discomfort.

"Stu Zhe... Come on!"

The introverted Meng Tingting only dared to pray silently in her heart.

...

Junior high school.

"elder brother……"

Mu Fei, who has always been pitiful, and whine at every turn, did not experience the collapse of others this time.

She bit her lower lip tightly and looked at the game scene in the live broadcast room, but her eyes showed a touch of determination.

"Brother, I will always believe in you...In my heart, you are the best!" Mu Fei secretly said in her heart.

...

Live room commentary.

"Yiyi, what do you think of this game?"

"I... I feel a little sorry for the Su Zhe player. He is so strong, this gold medal should belong to him..."

"Hey, the game is the game. The field is always changing. No one can predict what cruel things will happen in the next second. No matter what the result is, we can only accept it." The female commentator Yingying sighed.

"I used to be an athlete, OK? I know all this, you don't need to tell me."

"I didn't tell you?! I'm talking to the audience in the live broadcast room-wait! This is... Yiyi, look at the court!"

Hearing Yingying's sudden increase in volume, Yiyi quickly stared at her with wide eyes.

In the next instant, an incredible voice sounded.

"The score... 4:5?! Su Zhe just got back a point!!!"

"Yingying, Su Zhe seems...is getting better?"

I saw the table tennis court.

Su Zhe's offense and defense are becoming more and more effective.

The rounds between the two are getting longer and longer.

"5:5!"

...

"6:5!"

...

"7:5!"

...

"11:5!"

...

When the dust settled in the second game and the score was fixed at 11:5, when Su Zhe won, everyone was dumbfounded.

"How is this possible!" Kong Yuhui stood up with a brush, his eyes wider than the black cat sheriff.

"The five goals Su Zhe lost at the beginning...because he is familiar with the racket?!" Liu Zhenliang took a deep breath, with an incredible expression on his face.

In the stands of the organizing committee, the head coaches of the two men and women of the national table tennis team were shocked and stared at Su Zhe's back on the court with both eyes.

Not to mention other people.

Screams and exclamations resounded throughout the stadium.

"Slap me! Am I dreaming?"

"Su Zhe beat Zhang Yuan with pen-hold shot?"

"Fuck, this is too fantastic!!"

"Did Zhang Yuan release the water deliberately?"

"Anyone with a bit of competitive spirit would not say such a thing! They are all national team athletes, how can they release water on the court?"

"My God, how did he do it! How could this be possible!!"

"Horizontal and pen-hold shooting turned out to be a biathlon! You can always trust God Su!!!"

"This ticket is really worth buying, it's a worthwhile trip, it's a worthwhile trip!"

"My dear, Su Zhe has already won the first two rounds 2:0. Will the next two rounds go so smoothly?!"

...

Rest area for the Hebei Provincial Team.

Chen Yiming was so shocked that his jaw was about to fall.

When Su Zhe's racket broke and he had no choice but to continue playing with the pen-hold shot, he was actually prepared for the worst in his heart.

In this championship, the first three team competitions are completely in the water, and the first five may not be able to make steady progress...

To say that I am not disappointed is false.

But Chen Yiming also knew that Su Zhe had done his best.

Under such force majeure as the racket breaks, no one can criticize Su Zhe.

Speaking of loss, Su Zhe, who lost the gold medal, will definitely be the most lost in the audience.

Chen Yiming could only sigh from the bottom of his heart, with bad luck.

Just now, I was still thinking about how to comfort him when Su Zhe gets off the court.

As a result, Su Zhe performed a miracle for everyone in the audience.

A horizontal player, when the tempo is broken and no shot is available.

He came on stage with a pen-hold shot that he had never used before, and he defeated the opponent in the end...

Isn't this a miracle?

Not to mention, when the names of the two sides in this duel were Su Zhe and Zhang Yuan, it was even more shocking.

This unexpected change stunned everyone.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and it took a long time to get over.

"He is only sixteen years old, what did he do..." Li Xiaoman stared at Su Zhe blankly, and couldn't help but say.

"I feel that I have lived on a dog for more than ten years. At the same age, people have already topped the world in horizontal and pen-hold shooting, but I am still struggling in a small provincial team..." Grimly eyes Stared straight, staring straight ahead.

As for the young generals such as Sha Xuehai, they had the same shocked expression, but they were speechless.

...

Let's talk about Zhang Yuan.

Once again, there was the expression of suspicious life being abused by Su Zhe in the small table tennis hall.

"Is Su Zhe too cruel, or is my strength down?"

His brain is in chaos.

A bit incompetent to accept.

If Su Zhe used the horizontal shot, he would not have such a big reaction.

But now, I actually lost to Su Zhe's pen-hold shot...

This huge blow made Zhang Yuan stay on the spot for several minutes as if he had been caught in the fixation method.

...

"Ding! Shock from Liu Zhenliang, emotional value +999!"

"Ding! Shock from Chen Yiming, emotional value +999!"

"Ding! Shock from Xu Xin, emotional value +999!"

"Ding! Shock from Zhang Yuan, emotional value +9999!"

"Ding! Shock from netizens, emotional value +120w!"

"Ding! Shock from netizens, emotional value +177w!"

"Ding! Shock from netizens, emotional value +320w!"

"..."

At the end of the second game, Su Zhe took the time to take a look at the system in his mind while drinking water.

As a result, a mouthful of water almost came out.

On the personal panel, the sentiment point has reached a terrifying 7143w, and it is still skyrocketing at a terrible rate of millions.

Is this the charm of the competition...

Su Zhe took a deep breath.

A month ago, he was still worrying about how to collect 1 million emotional points to activate the system.

And now, millions of emotional points are credited in the blink of an eye.

It's simply the difference between cloud and mud!

A few minutes of rest time passed.

The third round begins.

Su Zhe started the ball.

After using the penholder, Su Zhe's serving style is no longer Waldner style.

Instead, it was replaced by another serving method that was not weaker than the former.

I saw Su Zhe's body slightly to the side.

The left hand is at the front right of the body, and the palm is holding the ball.

The right hand is at the top of the back and makes the shooting movement.

next moment.

The ball in the palm of the left hand is tossed vertically upwards.

one meter.

Two meters.

Three meters.

In the second game, 5.1 was not used, and the high toss service never appeared in Blue Star. In this way, it was exposed to tens of millions of spectators for the first time.

"This kind of serve..." Chen Yiming felt a bit dry in his mouth.

Su Zhe shocked him again and again, and he was almost numb.

"If this ball is successful, the speed and rotation will be beyond imagination." Kong Yuhui's pupils shrank suddenly and said in amazement.

"It looks simple, but the difficulty of serving is extremely high! There are high requirements for the landing point, the speed of the flight arc, and the change in rhythm." Liu Zhenliang shook his head, seeing the drawbacks of this serve at a glance, and said It is not universal.

If an athlete who is not skilled enough learns, it is likely that the spin and speed of the ball will be worse, and it is not as good as his own low-throw serve.

Snapped!

A white light flew out from Su Zhe's racket.

Zhang Yuan's face changed slightly, and he couldn't tell where the ball fell for a while.

Because the tossing ball is high, it increases the positive pressure of the ball falling on the board, which makes the ball become more urgent, fast, and turn again.

The arc of flight is also very different from the low-throw serve you see in normal days.

"Unexpectedly Su Zhe has a killer!"

"This ball is too difficult, Yuanzi should not be able to grasp it..."

On the sidelines, Xu Xin stared at the serve and muttered to himself.

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