The nine Beckham waited and waited, and when the third or fourth place was decided on the court and the championship began, Song Dakang appeared in the position where Maomao was just now.
Maomao held the bat in his right hand and was about to serve. Suddenly, he turned his head to look sharply. She saw her father standing there waving his arms. She immediately showed a big smiling face. When the referee gave a whistle, the table tennis was thrown high by her. At the same time The body turned slightly to the right, and when the ball fell more than ten centimeters away from the case, he suddenly twisted and waved his arms.
The ball spins down to her case with a high speed on the right side, and then jumps to the opponent's case diagonally opposite to her. The first time the ball deviates a bit, when it falls on the opponent's plan, the ball is facing the opponent's left. Bounce off.
The opponent was a little boy. He didn't wait for the ball to pop out too far, stretched his arms forward, and dialed it back in a horizontal shot. He was not a mediocre hand depending on the situation.
Maomao turned sideways and pulled his right hand up from the position of his leg. When the ball flew over, he just hit the racket. His wrist was strengthened. However, a pull-up ball went faster and fell towards the opponent's right table through a downward arc.
Seeing that the little boy could not hit the ball back directly on the table, he quickly moved his feet one step to the right one step at a time. The falling ball facing the opposite side did not only not pull up, but a downward cut. By the rotation of the ball, the ball was pushed back again. Stick to the net and chop it back.
Maomao blocked his backhand horizontally, and his wrist trembled when he hit the ball. He stunned the ball to the little boy's left hand. The little boy supported his left foot, pressed his waist, and straddled his right foot from the front of his left leg. The right hand backhand was still a chop. The ball went straight to the corner of Maomao's right hand table, and Maomao quickly stepped back two steps to give his right hand time to swing. , Pull the ball from bottom to top again.
It's a thrilling fight between you and me.
Beckham's eyes were round, he stood up, and said in surprise: "This is a children's game?"
"The other party seems to have a tutor at ordinary times, or he is talented, and Maomao is not easy to win." Xiaoyuan was also surprised. He also played a few times, knowing that now it seems that the two sides are hitting the ball and want to hit the ball. The ball makes the opponent lose position and unable to exert force.
The actual situation is that every time you hit the ball, you not only have to face the rotating ball hit by the opponent, but also hit back according to the rotation direction you designed. If you change to go up by yourself, it is estimated that when the shot hits the ball, the ball will not Know where to fly.
The two sides fought back and forth on the field, and the score was very tight. In the first game, Mao Mao narrowly won by 17-15, and then the second game started.
"That's Maomao dad?" Xiaobei didn't want to be too nervous about being affected by the game. He looked away, and suddenly saw an adult in the place where Maomao was before. He raised his hands and shouted, guessing and asking.
"Almost, let's go over?" Xiao Yuan suggested.
"Go, hurry up, maybe after a while, the two rounds are over. The people who turn back are too messy." Beckham greeted and ran to the side from the aisle left by the crowd. The other eight people followed behind.
When they squeezed to the vicinity of Mao Mao's father, the score on the field was that Mao Mao was 17 to 18 behind his opponent. In the 15-ball game, they actually scored such a high score, which is evident in the fierce competition between the two sides.
"Ask, are you Song Maomao her father?" Beckham asked Song Dakang, who had been staring at the court.
"Wait a minute, didn't you watch the game." Song Dakang forgot his purpose at this moment. He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could become a racket and flew over to help his daughter not hit the opponent's ball. The side corners of the case make it impossible for the other party to answer.
The time to speak, the score on the court came out, and Mao Mao was defeated by seventeen to nineteen.
"Oh, that kid didn't know how to make my daughter a little bit? His father still wants to marry me? Dream, see my daughter is bullied, sweaty." Song Dakang said with a sullen face.
Xiaobei and the others were speechless, and they knew each other in the game. It seemed that they were going to get married.
"Song Dongjia, respect, understand? It's a kind of respect for Maomao to fight Maomao well, just like my brother and sister. When two people are idle, they will always argue, and my brother will never give in." Xiaobei was right. Song Dakang said.
The two sides on the field are taking a short break, drinking some water to wipe off their sweat. Song Dakang has time to look at the person who talks, and when he hears his brothers and sisters, it suddenly appears that the one who likes to talk the most is Beckham. In his own task, he asked: "Then who won the argument between your brother and your sister?"
"They argued on the topic without winning or losing. They argued, the topic will be far off, and finally they find a common topic and start to discuss. Maomao, come on, play your own level, don't be afraid of losing, come on."
Beckham just said a few words and saw that the third game is about to start, which is the deciding game. He jumped and shouted, and Xiaoyuan eight cooperated and shouted together.
Song Dakang waved his hand without thinking about cooperation.
Maomao on the court looked at the opponent and smiled. It happened that she was serving the ball. She suddenly changed the racket from the right hand to the left hand, squeezing her eyes, and said with a voice that the opponent can hear: "Yes, it looks like your home will also find it for you. People have practiced, and you were really tenacious before, but did you know that my left hand is better than my right hand? Now, the game... officially begins."
The little boy on the other side looked at his hands and was stunned. The fight just now was hard enough. The opponent suddenly changed hands. It was too awkward. Without playing like this, I haven't studied how to deal with the spinning ball from the left hand. Who collected intelligence in the home
"I protest." The little boy shouted to the referee with his racket.
The referee made a gesture to indicate that the game should be suspended, came to the little boy to ask questions, and then communicated with the little boy softly, backed out, and signaled the game to continue.
The little boy had a frustrated expression, depending on the situation, the protest was invalid.
Maomao threw the ball and pushed with his left hand backhand. The ball bounced twice on the table. The little boy caught the ball and the ball flew.
"Maomao, didn't you serve the ball? Why don't you turn it?" The little boy asked when he picked up the ball and transferred the ball to Maomao. Normally, the theory of receiving a spin ball is 100% successful, but usually there is only a half probability, because You must turn back when you receive it. If you are wrong, there is absolutely no success rate as theoretically speaking. The ball has a great possibility of flying.
He wanted to switch back just now, but the serve did not turn.
"Soldiers are not tired of deception." Maomao didn't feel soft, and then served the ball. The moment the racket hit the ball, he suddenly tilted his upper face back, and at the same time there was a pullback action. As a result, the ball rolled forward and bounced back. The little boy made a horizontal cut to block the ball. He made a mistake and the ball flew out from above.
Afterwards, Mao Maofa mighty, let the opponent eat seven in a row by serving the ball, and the little boy fell behind by seven without getting a serve.
The eighth ball was finally caught, and just pulled out a far bevel from the right position, Maomao hit Maomao's right hand position, and Maomao directly hit the little boy's left hand position with his left hand backhand. The little boy couldn't adjust and conceded the ball.
He was at the right corner of his table just now, pulling the far corner diagonally, and now people are flying upwards. He has to run back and step on his right foot to pull up with a backhand with his right hand. But he doesn’t have this time, he’s in early position. lost.
The little boy is very uncomfortable with Maomao’s left hand. He understands that the left hand does not mean great. If he can play, the opponent will face the same situation as himself. Some of his position is uncomfortable, and the opponent is equally uncomfortable, unless the opponent uses two. Shoot, but that is not allowed.
"Should I give you a ball?" After playing for a while, Maomao was twelve to zero, still having the right to serve, and asked the opponent.
The little boy lost terribly. He hesitated when he heard Maomao's words, and then showed a disdainful expression: "Hey! Use your hand? Isn't it the left hand? Wait for the next time, when I can't afford to lose? Serve."
The two fought back and forth, and the little boy was getting worse and worse under psychological influence. In the end, he lost zero to fifteen, and he lost too cleanly.
The audience didn't believe what they saw. The first two games were so fierce, why is the third game so obvious
Maomao didn’t show too much joy when he won the game. Instead, he said to the little boy: “My father wants to talk to Xiaobei and the others about cooperating. Maybe he will leave Yizhou in the future. My brothers and sisters and I will go with you. I can’t talk to you. played."
The little boy was stunned. The moment of winning or losing in the game seemed so small, and he was very sad. He asked, "Isn’t it a good idea when going to school in the spring? When the summer vacation is over, the rain will wash the rice fields, and then let’s go and catch them. Loach, made for loach drill tofu, you are gone, I will take the servants at home to catch it?"
"It's Xiaobei who said they cooperated. With my father, you know that my family is short of money now." Maomao was equally embarrassed.
"Your father shouldn't raise a dog. It's good to keep raising cattle and sheep like my father. I asked my father and asked him to give your family money instead of cooperating with Beckham and others." The little boy said angrily.
"Impossible, Xiaobei and the others want to cooperate with others, who dare not agree? You see, they are all talking." Maomao pointed to his father's location, where there are a few children.
"I'm looking for Beckham." The little boy gritted his teeth and said.
"You can't stop it, it's Xiaobei, not Erhanzi and the others who are like us. Do you want to use power or money? I will catch the loach later if I have time."
"I'm not stupid, what am I stopping them for? I will tell them, "Cooperate, my house is fine, take me one, so you don't have to worry that I won't be able to catch loach with you."
"Who is worried, I won't play with you." Maomao turned around, holding the racket and ran towards his father's position.
The little boy was hit hard. He patted the table and lost his racket. He chased and murmured: "You said you need to catch a lot of loach fish, leave some for us to eat, and give the rest to other people in the school. Woolen cloth."
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"You won, Maomao, you are so good, you can play with the left side, fifteen to zero, you are number one." Seeing Maomao coming over, Xiaobei happily grabbed Maomao's hand and jumped and said.
Maomao was not very happy, forced a smile, nodded and said: "He is not used to my left hand. If there is another game, he will not lose so fast. He learns quickly."
"There is no if in the game. The next time is the next time. Although it is friendship first, it is still the same as a battle. Success or failure is a hero. If you have to add a if, then next time you may practice better and win more easily. "
Xiaobei has developed a habit of not regretting. She will summarize the failures, but will not regret the things she has done wrong. It is useless. According to her brothers and sisters, living in the memory of regret will make people tired. Die, unless you want to be a saint plus one, because when a saint does something wrong, you just add one.
Therefore, Xiaobei and others didn't think about anything. If their elder brothers and sisters were not Xiaobao and the cuckoo, then their lives would definitely not be as good as they are now, should they commit suicide
"You are Xiaobei? Want to cooperate with Maomao her father?" The little boy ran over and asked Xiaobei directly.
"Retreat." Xiao Yuan stopped him. He didn't let the guard over. Although he looked at the opponent by one or two years older than himself, he was taller and stronger than the opponent, so he really fought. He who is often trained can beat the opponent. Three like this.
"Why? Can I ask?" The little boy didn't care who the other party was at the moment.
"Okay, you ask me the same, just ask." Xiao Yuan didn't let it go.
"Okay, do you want to work with Maomao's father and let her move?"
"Is it something? What does it have to do with you?"
"I... I said yes to her. I will take her to catch the loach. Who can I find if I move away?"
"You can't find anyone but Maomao?"
"If you can't find it, you can't find it."
Maomao's father sighed at this time and said to the little boy: "Huanghuang, when you come to Uncle, cooperation may not necessarily move."
The little boy ran over and stood behind Maomao's father: "What if you move."
"I brought you here, so I can catch the loach with Maomao, and see if your father is willing?" Song Dakang said with a smile.
"Really willing, I also have an older brother and a younger brother, Xiaobei, my family can also cooperate with you, add us, my family has a lot of cattle and sheep." The little boy named Huanghuang said to Xiaobei.
Xiao Yuanqi, who always thought that the little boy had a bad attitude, didn’t wait for Beckham to speak, but first took over: “We can’t cooperate with everyone. Only when Maomao plays well can we cooperate with her family. How are you?”
"What's wrong with me?" Huang Huang asked in an angry rhetoric.
"I know you want to play with Maomao." Xiao Yuan said.
"Yeah, I just want to play with Mao Mao, what's the matter?" Huang Huang did not give in.
"Xiaoyuan!" Xiaobei reminded, meaning you were comparing yourself to others, but as soon as she finished shouting, she was touched by her own brother Xiaohai and told her to keep silent.
Xiaoyuan scratched his head, groaned, and said, "If you don't have the ability, you can't play with Maomao. We will play with Maomao in the future."
"Why?" Huang Huang refused to give in.
"Because we saw Maomao playing hard, and felt that her father was an enlightened and capable person, so we felt that it was passed down from the little knowledge to the big, and the father became the teacher is not partial. If there is a woman, it is like meeting each other. The vertical and horizontal roads are wide."
Xiao Yuan raised his chin and said to the little boy Er Huanghuang.
Huang Huang glared at Xiaoyuan, raised his head to meet Mao Mao's expectant eyes, curled his lips, and replied: "The childhood sweetheart is in front of you, and you say that peony is my Daolian. Xiaoyuan often follows Xiaobei. Where is the mountain alliance and each other?"
Xiao Yuan blinked vigorously, then re-gained his eyes on the opposite boy Er Huanghuang, suffocating his voice and said, "You...you are too precocious."
"I just want to play with Maomao, don't give me a cover." Huang Huang glanced at Maomao and said embarrassedly.
"Okay, give you a chance to let your dad come over and talk about cooperation." Xiaobei has decided. Based on his brilliant literary skills, I believe that the adults in the family will not be bad. For cooperation, always find a suitable one. People.