Li Long's hitting ball speed was not too fast, and the angle was not too tricky. He mainly went straight to people.

The reason is very simple. Li Long knew Wang Ding’s true level. It was too difficult to play the ball, too difficult. Wang Ding couldn’t catch it. If he fell a big shot, it would be embarrassing.

It has been a while since two people played basketball... The ball has always been like this, it is nothing more than simply playing around. Sometimes, the pace is slow, and Li Long dozed off.

It was said to be a battle on the table, but in fact, Li Long was just a sparring training.

Li Long is also a little master after all, and he still has control over his hands... During the time when you go back and forth, Li Long will try his best to control his batting position.

Because only in this way can Wang Ding receive the ball comfortably. Only when Wang Ding receives the ball can he hit the ball back. After all, playing table tennis and other things is called a game. If you go but don’t go back, isn’t that abuse?

So Li Long is still the same today as usual. At the beginning, he played slow balls and got the balls he caught.

Compared to Li Long's casualness, Wang Ding is not the case today.

From the beginning of the game, his energy was extremely concentrated... Now he is in the second level of Qi Refining Stage, his intelligence has been greatly improved, and his external spiritual consciousness can already feel the slight movements and direction changes of any object in the range within a small range.

Through careful observations during the ball, Wang Ding found that the area covered by his spiritual consciousness could accurately identify Li Long's ball path changes. He could make a judgment in advance, the ball would fly to that direction, and then his body would react immediately and intercept it in advance.

Although Wang Ding is still relatively fat now, his overall speed is average. After all, there is still no problem with turning and moving in a small range and bursting out impact. It is just that when the range is too large, the disadvantage of slow speed is still very obvious.

Fortunately, playing table tennis is not about playing football or basketball. Although speed is also very important for a table tennis player! But after all, the venue is small, and as long as Wang Ding can make a judgment in advance, he can still receive most of the balls.

Wang Ding's energy was extremely concentrated this time. As the number of rounds on the table continued to increase, his spiritual sensitivity was gradually stabilizing.

As the number of rounds on the table increased, Wang Ding was able to accurately judge Li Long's ball direction and landing point, and hit him back in time, which showed that his control was gradually increasing.

Li Long did not take Wang Ding seriously at first. But as the number of rounds increased, he also felt that something seemed to be different. He was inevitably confused... If you want to say that Fatty Wang on the opposite side of the table today seemed to have become much more powerful. Is the power of losing weight really so great that a person's table tennis skills are showing a straight upward trend?

Li Long's doubts arose, so he naturally added some kung fu... The beat flew and hit a few slightly difficult thrusts. In the past, Li Long must have scored this speed and angle.

But today, it seems different. After the ball flew over, it was easily resolved by Wang Ding, and instead hit it back. After discovering this change, the striking force of the racket in Li Long's hand gradually began to increase, and the ball speed naturally became faster and faster.

The white balls are jumping back and forth on the table, and they are getting faster and faster, and the angles are getting more and more tricky.

Wang Ding discovered that Li Long's hitting ball speed has increased faster and its angle has become more tricky than before.

His energy was even more concentrated... His body began to move quickly within a short distance, and the beat in his hand flew up and down within the range of the table, hitting Li Long over the table tennis ball and whipping it back from various tricky angles.

For a moment, the two people on the table were coming and going, and they were having a lot of fun fighting.

The excitement in Li Long's body gradually soared as the number of rounds increased... He was very excited.

It turns out that although the two of them often play basketball, Li Long played too depressingly, and it would not be too much to say that they would fall asleep. This is like an adult, the opponent of playing basketball is a preschooler, what's the point?

But this time the two of them had a very different battle. The pressure from the opponent had been transmitted through the table, and wave after wave, Li Long could already feel that the tension was constantly escalating.

At this time, Li Long's energy became extremely concentrated. He even forgot what level the fat man on the other side was before. The speed in his hands was also constantly increasing! It seemed as if he had already regarded the other party as a stadium master, exerting his full strength.

The sound of "Ping Ping! Pong Pong!" on the table kept ringing, and the two of them became more excited and nervous as they fought...

With a "bang!", Li Long thrust his forehand and hung straight at Wang Ding's far corner.

Wang Ding reacted quickly and immediately made a horizontal move, but the pace under his feet was a little chaotic, the speed did not fully increase, and he could not catch the ball.

The ping-pong ball flew over the table and fell to the ground, making a bounce sound of "bang!bang!bang!bang!" and rolled down to the side.

"Depend on!"

Wang Ding shook the beat in his hand in great anger, and looked helplessly at the ping-pong ball falling from a distance, feeling very unhappy.

Unexpectedly, the throttle that Li Long just played just now was not well controlled, and he watched the ping-pong ball fall to the ground, and he was naturally depressed.

Li Long kept gasping for breath at this time, with a surprised expression on his face and said, "Okay! Fatty. I didn't expect! You guy is playing so well now?" It seems that he seems to have recognized the wrong person until now.

At this time, Wang Ding picked up the ping-pong ball that fell to the side, and gasped in his mouth with a bigger and thicker breath, and said proudly: "Tsk! Stupid... Be stupid! Now... I know how powerful I am in this hundred beats!!"

Wang Ding was already breathing at this time... You know, I was holding my breath and holding on to the fierce attack just now. Although my weight has dropped a lot now, I am still a fat man after all.

As soon as the ball fell to the ground, it loosened the tense nerves, and it was exhausted and sore, and it quickly invaded the whole body. At this moment, he was desperate to suck the air that he had no money on weekdays, and felt that his heart and lungs were about to jump out.

Li Long looked at Wang Ding's breathless look, and said with a funny look, "I thought you were bragging just now! But I didn't expect you to change the beat! This ball is really good, and it's the difference between heaven and earth than before. What kind of beat are you? Is there Liu Guoliang's signature on it!"

When Wang Ding heard this, he looked proud and said, "Don't worry about this! I'll change the 3,500-odd beat next time! Pull Liu Guoliang over and beat him up, and you can see."

When Li Long heard this, he shook his head helplessly and said, "You are fat! You are still panting. If Liu Guoliang is really here, he can beat you even if he closes his eyes. How about it? Do you continue? Seeing that you are panting like this, do you need to rest for half an hour, and you can find a girl to press it for you, sleep for a while, and then have the second ball?"

When Wang Ding heard this, he smiled confidently and said, "Don't look down on others! Fight with you! You still have to rest for half an hour? I was not used to the feeling of a racket just now! I played a few more balls, and after I got used to it, you want to score again! That's definitely no chance." Because he has felt that his physical condition is recovering quickly.

Now it's time for Li Long to serve, and Wang Ding threw the small ball in his hand to the opponent.

Li Long took the table tennis ball, threw a "pop" and flew straight to the opponent... This time, Li Long used real kung fu, and the serving was no longer as slow and angled as before.

Wang Ding easily hit the opponent's serve, and the horn of the battle sounded on the table.

But after serving this time, Li Long became more and more frightened... From the beginning, he repeatedly hit the tricky ball, fast ball, sometimes left and right, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and various skills emerged one after another, which made Wang Ding busy and rushed around to help... But later, Wang Ding's feet became more and more slippery, and his hands became more and more skillful. The speed and angle of the ball returned were faster and faster and trickier.

The sound of "Touch! Touch! Slap! Slap!" kept ringing around the table, dazzling... Finally, a ball flashed by at an extremely fast speed and a strange floating angle. Li Long couldn't even judge the direction, and there was almost no reaction, and the white ball fell on the side.

Wang Ding actually scored! This made Li Long and Wang Ding dull at the same time... You know, this is the effective score of Wang Ding's strike since he challenged Li Long countless times. This is also the first time that Li Long has not received Wang Ding's ball.

Maybe the two of them were a little uncomfortable for a while. After a long time of disarray, they stared at each other and didn't say anything...

"Damn! No!" Li Long was the first to react at this time and shouted in surprise: "Fatty! You are taking gun medicine today! Why are you so perverted?"

"Hahaha! How about it! You know how powerful I am. From now on, Brother Ding, I turned over and serf and sang! Haha!" Wang Ding was still breathing heavily at this time, but his face was smug. His expression seemed to have found money, and he laughed out loud from the bottom of his heart.

Accompanied by Wang Ding's arrogant laughter, Li Long picked up the table tennis ball in a complicated way and walked back to the table again, with a look of entanglement...

You know, Wang Ding's original level is different from that of himself. He is a substitute player on the school team, and he has chosen a few of them from a thousand miles away. Even if he is not a master among the masters, he is at least one of the masters.

But what level is Wang Ding? Not to mention a master, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has no hands. At the beginning, a player of this level would abuse him as much as he wanted. Even if he held a water cup and drank water with one hand, he could beat him.

Unexpectedly, today, he began to no longer receive his ball. If he hadn't been friends with the fat man on the other side for many years, he would have thought that the other party must have been pretended to be a master. After all, Wang Ding knew that he couldn't play basketball at the beginning, and this was definitely not wrong.

Could it be that this kid is a table tennis genius, but he is just too fat and his talent is covered up? Why did he lose weight, so he makes great progress?

"An hallucination! It must be an hallucination."

Li Long thought for a long time and finally made such a decision... At the same time, he kept cheering himself up. He must have been careless just now, not paying attention, and he took advantage of the loophole. As long as he was a little more focused and hitting him a monster of more than 200 pounds would not be like playing.

Thinking of this, Li Long changed his previous joke expression, straightened his face, and said seriously: "Fatty, I won't let you do this time! Just wait to welcome Brother Long's anger!"

"Hey!" Wang Ding looked at Li Long's serious expression, and felt even more happy and excited, and said with a wicked smile: "Serious! Scared! Don't worry, Brother Ding, I will let you know today, Prince Ding has a few eyes! Come on!"

As soon as Wang Ding finished speaking, Li Long served again, and the two continued to fight on the table...

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In the same stadium, Jin Lingling, who was playing ball, looked at the table tennis ball that fell to the ground, immediately pouted, threw the racket in her hand directly to the table, and angrily said, "I won't play! Sister Yifan! You are simply bullying people! I know I don't know how to play, and I always play so fast balls! How do you ask someone to take them!"
Chapter completed!