Chapter 930: Su Mo's Racket

Eleven o'clock in the morning.
Today Su Mo has four group matches of table tennis, one in the morning and three in the afternoon.
Xia Country Lounge.
As soon as Su Mo arrived here, Deng Xuduan hurriedly introduced him to the rules of the game, "Mr. Su, the rules of this year's University Games have changed. According to the rules of the competition group, the particles of the racquet glue cannot exceed one millimeter.
"Oh, it's okay." Su Mo said without pain or itching.
"Teacher Su, can you give me your racket? I'll check it for you first."
After all, this is the first time that Su Mo has participated in the match. Although his skills are indeed terrifying, if there is a foul, his skills will be useless.
As the coach of the men's table tennis team, Deng Xuduan naturally took precautions.
"No, that's it."
Su Mo took out a brand-new racket from his backpack. It was new and showed no trace of use. "Should this racket conform to the standard of the game?"
Deng Xuduan: "..."
He took the racket and checked it carefully, and there was a result in his mind.
This racket is definitely bought on the knife and knife!
why?
Because there is still a label attached to the handle of the racket, a row of fine print is printed on the label.
Swordsman discount festival!
There is even a suggested retail price at the back, 99 yuan!
This……
Su Mo saw Deng Xuduan staring at the racket, followed his gaze, and quickly explained: "Coach Deng, I asked the merchant when I bought it. The merchant said this is a standard game racket, and one pays 100 for a fake!"
It is precisely because of this sentence that he would choose this racket, otherwise, he would definitely choose another 69 yuan racket.
Deng Xuduan opened his mouth with a rather unnatural expression, "Teacher Su, don't you often shoot?"
Don't you need to shoot frequently when playing games?
The key is still such a bad shot?
He feels like he is going crazy!
When other people in the lounge heard this, they came over curiously.
When they saw the racket in Deng Xuduan's hand, every one of their eyes almost came out.
"Do you dare to be worse?"
"Fighting knives? A man with a knife!"
"This kind of shooting is used for the game? Isn't it!"
"I'm afraid this beat is not even a three-level beat..."
As a table tennis player, the rackets used by several people are all made by themselves. The material cost alone costs tens of thousands of yuan. The price of 99 yuan on the label deeply stimulates everyone's attention.
"Often used to shoot?"
Su Mo shook his head and explained: "I haven't played a ball for a long time. I didn't know where the racket was, so I bought a new one."
He really didn’t lie. When he was in the first year of junior high school, he was particularly fond of playing table tennis. For this reason, he also bought a racket of his own. However, as the pressure of study increased, his enthusiasm was lost. Slowly fade away.
Since the second grade, he has never played table tennis again. As for the racket...
The ghost knows where he left it!
Everyone: "..."
Why do you sound so awkward?
Before everyone's eyes flashed through the scene of tyrannical Zheng Changdong some time ago, they became silent one by one.
It's been a long time since it's been called?
Too annoying!
"cough--"
Deng Xuduan said: "Mr. Su, there is nothing wrong with this racket, but the elasticity is probably not ideal."
He has said this very tactfully.
What's not so ideal, it's almost at my grandma's house!
"It's fine if there is no problem."
Su Mo didn't care: "As for the elasticity or something, it's almost enough."
He has only one requirement for the racket, qualified!
As for the issue of elasticity, he hadn't considered it at all. Anyway, it was the same for him.
"Then... OK."
Upon seeing this, Deng Xuduan didn't say anything, and took a match sheet for Su Mo to sign and hand it over to the referee.
At 11:20 in the morning, the group stage officially started.
Su Mo's opponent was a player from Mangyan Country named Ni Ke.
When Ni Ke saw that his opponent was Su Mo, he was so excited that he trot to the side of Su Mo, "Teacher Su Mo, I am your fan, can you sign me when the game is over? "
Looking at the dark-skinned Nike, Su Mo nodded slightly, "Of course it can!"
"Thank you."
Ni Ke happily shook his fist and said seriously: "Teacher Su Mo, although you are my idol, I play on behalf of my country. I won't be merciful after the game."
Su Mo smiled slightly: "This is the best way to show all your strength. This is the greatest respect for me."
Ni Ke's eyes lit up, and he felt that he admired Su Mo even more.
"Ahem--"
"This player, please go back to your area, and the game will start soon."
Ni Ke smiled awkwardly when he heard the reminder from the referee on the spot, and hurriedly walked to the opposite side of Su Mo.
"The two players can warm up first, and after the two sides are determined, the game can start at any time." The referee said.
In this way, the two warmed up for three or four minutes, and the game officially began.
Coach Xia Guo watched the battlefield, and Deng Xuduan had been waiting for it long ago.
In fact, like a normal group match, his coach will not watch the match at all, and usually waits until the subsequent knockout matches to watch the match.
After all, as a player who played Xia Guo, if he couldn't even make it to the knockout round, he might as well just buy a piece of tofu and kill himself.
In the history of the Xia Guo table tennis team, there has never been a player eliminated in the group stage, never!
This shows how terrifying the Xia Guo table tennis team is.
The reason why Deng Xuduan chose to watch the game was to learn more about Su Mo. The last match between Su Mo and Zheng Changdong was too scary. He wanted to see how much surprise Su Mo could give himself.
Su Mo serves, a standard high toss serve, with a little backspin.
The ping pong ball passed by close to the net, Ni Ke saw it and pulled back slightly, but the return ball rose up.
Su Mo quickly attacked, and the ping pong ball flew to the opposite corner of Ni Ke like a bullet.
Nike's reaction can keep up, but his body can't keep up, so he can only watch.
The referee raised his hands, one to zero.
There was a solemn look on Ni Ke's face, and he felt a kind of pressure.
It was Su Mo still serving, just like before, high toss and backspin.
"boom--"
The result was exactly the same as before, and Su Mo rushed to score again.
Two to zero.
It was Nike's turn to serve, low-throw side spin, and the ball was very fast.
But Su Mo's counterattack was faster, he attacked, and scored again.
Three to zero.
Ni Ke's face couldn't help but look hard. The attacking method like Su Mo is fighting in table tennis terms.
Like this fighting method, the error rate is particularly high.
Unless the opponent is too strong, otherwise basically no player will use fighting tactics.
But Su Mo succeeded in three consecutive goals!
Is it luck?
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