11:00 a.m.

Today, Su Mo has four table tennis group games, one in the morning and three in the afternoon.

Xia Kingdom Lounge.

As soon as Su Mo arrived here, Deng Xuduan quickly introduced the rules of the competition to him, "Teacher Su, the rules of this college sports meeting have changed. The event team stipulates that the particles of the racket's rubber cannot exceed one millimeter."

"Oh, it's okay." Su Mo said without pain.

"Teacher Su, can you give me your racket? I'll check it for you first."

After all, this is Su Mo's first time participating in the game. Although his football skills are indeed terrifying, if he commits a foul, his football skills are useless.

As the coach of the men's table tennis team, Deng Xuduan naturally prevented problems before they happened.

"No, that's it."

Su Mo took out a brand new racket from his backpack, which was so new that there was no trace of use. "This racket should be consistent with the competition standards, right?"

Deng Xuduan: "..."

He took the racket and checked it carefully, and there was a result in his mind.

This racket was definitely bought on the Pindao!

Why?

Because there is a label on the handle, and a row of small characters are printed on the label.

Pindao Discount Festival!

There is even a suggested retail price later, 99 yuan!

this……

Seeing Deng Xuduan staring at the racket, Su Mo looked at him and quickly explained: "Coach Deng, I asked the merchant when I bought it. The merchant said that this is a standard game racket, and one fake one will compensate for a hundred yuan!"

It is precisely because of this sentence that he chose this racket, otherwise he would definitely choose another racket that costs 69 yuan.

Deng Xuduan opened his mouth, looking quite unnatural, "Teacher Su, don't you use photos for the most common use?"

Don’t you need to use regular shooting when playing games?

The key is it a bad shot?

He felt like he was going crazy!

When the rest room heard this, they walked over curiously.

When they saw the racket in Deng Xuduan's hand, their eyes were almost glaring out.

"Do you dare to get worse?"

"Fight the sword? The one who is in the sword!"

"This is the case for the competition? No!"

"This beat is probably not even a third-level shot..."

As a table tennis player, the beats used by several people are made by themselves, and the materials alone cost tens of thousands of yuan. The price of 99 yuan on the label deeply stimulates everyone's attention.

“Commonly used photos?”

Su Mo shook his head and explained, "I haven't played the ball for a long time. I don't know where the racket is, so I bought one again."

He really didn't lie. When he was in the first year of junior high school, he liked to play table tennis for a while, so he spent money to buy his own racket. However, as the pressure of learning increased, his enthusiasm was slowly eroded.

Since the second year of junior high school, he has never played table tennis again. As for the racket...

Only a genius knows where he threw it!

Everyone: "..."

Why does this sound so awkward?

The scene of Zheng Changdong tyrannical a while ago flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and they all became silent.

This is called it a long time since I was beaten?

So annoying!

"cough--"

Deng Xuduan said: "Teacher Su, there is nothing wrong with this racket, but the elasticity is probably not ideal."

He had already said this very tactfully.

What's not ideal, it's almost impossible to reach my grandma's house!

"It's fine."

Su Moman said indifferently: "As for the elasticity and other things, it's almost the same."

He only has one requirement for a racket, and he is qualified!

As for the issue of elasticity, he had never considered it. Anyway, he would be the same for any shots for him.

"Then... OK."

Seeing this, Deng Xuduan said nothing, and took a tournament chart and asked Su Mo to sign the name and handed it over to the referee.

At 11:20 am, the group stage officially started.

Su Mo's opponent is a player from Mangyan Country, named Nike.

When Ni Ke saw that his opponent was Su Mo, he was so excited that he trotted to Su Mo, "Teacher Su Mo, I am your fan. Can you sign me if the game is over?"

Looking at Ni Ke with dark skin, Su Mo nodded slightly, "Of course!"

"Thanks."

Ni Ke waved his fist happily and said seriously: "Teacher Su Mo, although you are my idol, I represent my country. I will not show mercy later."

Su Mo smiled slightly: "It's best 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 return to your area and the competition is about to start."

Hearing the reminder from the referee on site, Ni Ke smiled awkwardly and hurried to the opposite side of Su Mo.

"The two players can warm up first. After both sides confirm, the game can start at any time." said the referee.

In this way, the two of them warmed up for three or four minutes, and the game officially began.

Coach Xia Guo was watching the battle zone, and Deng Xuduan had been on high alert.

In fact, like in the group stage, his coach will not watch the game on the spot at all. He usually waits until the subsequent knockout rounds before watching the game on the spot.

After all, as a player who plays in Xia Guo, if you can't even enter the knockout round, you might as well buy a piece of tofu and commit suicide.

In the history of Xia Guo table tennis team, no player who was eliminated in the group stage has ever appeared, never!

This shows how terrifying the Xia Kingdom table tennis team is.

The reason why Deng Xuduan chose to watch the game was to have a deeper understanding of Su Mo's bottom. The last match between Su Mo and Zheng Changdong was too scary. He wanted to see how many more surprises Su Mo could give him.

Su Mo serves, a standard high throw serve, with a little downspin.

The table tennis ball was pressed against the net. Seeing this, Ni Ke pulled the ball slightly, but the ball returned to the ball high.

Su Mo quickly attacked, and the table tennis ball flew to the diagonal corner of Nike like a bullet.

Ni Ke could keep up with the reaction, but his body couldn't keep up, so he could only watch.

The referee raised his hand, one to zero.

A touch of solemnity appeared on Nike's face, and he felt a kind of pressure.

It was still Su Mo serving, just like before, with a high throw serve and a downspin.

"Bang--"

The result was exactly the same as before, and Su Mo scored again.

Two to zero.

It was Nike's turn to serve, and the ball was spinning at a low throw and sideways, and the ball was quite fast.

But Su Mo's counterattack was faster, and he scored again.

Three to zero.

Ni Ke's face couldn't help but look ugly. A way of attacking like Su Mo is a fight in table tennis terms.

The rate of errors in this way of fighting is particularly high.

Unless the opponent is too strong, basically no player will adopt a fighting tactic.

But Su Mo succeeded in three consecutive goals!

Is it luck?
Chapter completed!