I don’t know whether I am lucky or not, but he knows that I can’t continue like this anymore.

This time, he and another player in Mangyan Country participated in the table tennis match. The coach set the goal for them to reach the quarterfinals, so he could only lose one of the four games in the group stage, otherwise he would definitely not be able to enter the knockout round.

He didn't want to use his only death-free gold medal in the first game, and he said he would win whatever he wanted.

Thinking of this, his posture of taking the shot changed, from horizontal to vertical.

Looking at the world's table tennis players, there are very few vertical slap players.

Seeing this scene, Su Mo's eyes were not fluctuating.

For him, whether it was horizontal or vertical, the result of this game was destined to be no longer started.

Low throwing and internal rotation, the rotation force is very strong.

When the ball landed on Su Mo's sphere, the ball's orbit changed drastically.

but……

Attack, score; four to zero!

It was still so accurate and so fast. Nike waved the racket in a hurry, but only swung the air.

Now, he was completely panicked.

One or two times can be attributed to luck, but three or four attacks can be scored, it is absolutely impossible to be luck.

It's not luck, it's strength.

But isn’t Su Mo a fifth-level mathematician?

When did you even play table tennis so well?

This is unscientific!

No matter what Ni Ke thought, Su Mo looked expressionless. It was his turn to serve, just like before, with a high throw serve and a downspin.

Ni Ke learned to be smart this time and deliberately lowered the counterattack angle of the racket, which caused the ball to be very low and almost always had to rub the net.

When he saw the ball path of the counterattack, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Such a low ball is absolutely impossible...

"Bang--"

Ni Ke was stunned. He turned his head and looked at the ping-pong ball that was still beating beside the fence behind him, his eyes full of disbelief.

Or to attack?

How can you attack at that angle?

The most important thing is that it succeeds!

The referee on the scene raised his hand and the score was valid.

Five to zero.

Now, even Nike's coach couldn't stand it anymore and made a pause to the referee.

The referee nodded, "Coach Duyuer, a coach in the Mangyan Country, requested a timeout and the game continued for one minute."

"Ni Ke, what are you doing?"

Looking at Nike who was a little absent-minded in front of him, Duyur said anxiously: "It's only been five to zero in just a few minutes. You should hurry up and get your condition."

"Coach, you have also seen the speed of Su Mo's attack just now, and I can't react at all."

Ni Ke looked bitter. He was in a state of condition, but he just couldn't get it...

Duyur: “…”

On the other hand, Deng Xuduan persuaded him earnestly: "Teacher Su, please keep your hands a little and don't beat others too ugly."

"I've held back!"

Su Mo took a sip of water and explained helplessly: "Coach Deng, you see, my return of the ball just now is normal, and I don't dare to use too much strength, but the other party can't handle it, so I can't do anything!"

"Then weaken the force a little more."

Deng Xuduan said: "Also, stop attacking. If you attack the opponent's players, you may have to give up on yourself."

"Okay, then I'll stop!" Su Mo nodded and took a sip of water again.

In fact, he originally wanted to learn from the contestants on TV to wipe the sweat, but he had no choice but to drink water.

Deng Xuduan sighed helplessly. He could be sure of one thing that Su Mo should only participate in this competition.

After all, his identity is there, and the World Championships and Olympics in the next two years, as well as competitions of all sizes, were not held in Xiaguo.

A fifth-level mathematician would never go abroad just because he participated in the competition. Even if Su Mo himself was willing, the country would not.

A fifth-level mathematician is so important!

Because of this, if Su Mo performed in this sports meeting, he would only be the coach who would bear the pressure.

A minute passed in a flash and the game continued.

Continuing to serve, Su Mo adopted Deng Xuduan's suggestion this time, and he gave up the attack and chose to fight back normally.

Only then did both sides fight back and forth, test, adjust the angle, and pull the opposite.

You come and I go.

Ni Ke slowly let go of his tight heart, but soon he realized something was wrong, because no matter how fierce the fight was, the person who lost points in the end was himself.

"Bang--"

The referee raised his hand, "Ten to zero!"

Seeing something was wrong, Deng Xuduan quickly called for a pause. After Su Mo walked to him, he said with a bitter face: "Teacher Su, didn't you tell you to put some water? Why did you beat someone ten to zero? You can't beat eleven to zero!"

"I've let the water go!"

Su Mo spread his hands, "Coach Deng, didn't you see how intense the two of us played just now? Actually, if I have to be serious, I will score with one blow."

"And don't worry, I will never play 10-0, I will give one point in the next goal."

"I…"

At this moment, Deng Xuduan felt extremely tired.

Su Mo did release water, but this was completely different from what he said. He meant to let Su Mo give in a little, at least on the surface, as he had to see the past.

Releasing water also requires learning!

"Teacher Su, if you give a little point, it's better to keep the score at around 11:5 and 11:6. Do you think this is OK?"

"Isn't this a waste of time?"

Su Mo wondered: "It's almost done if you give one point, and you're giving face. Continuing to give is just a waste of time."

Deng Xuduan: "..."

The one-minute pause time has come. At the reminder of the referee, Su Mo returned to the table.

A mistake in serving.

Ten to one!

Deng Xu, who was watching the battle zone, had a twitching slightly, just like the last time he gave in. Without a trace of acting skills, anyone could tell that Su Mo made a deliberate mistake.

Ni Ke has also heard of the rule that Xia Guo team will not play 11:0, and he only has a deep sense of powerlessness about Su Mo's handicap behavior.

It's really impossible to beat-

Even Su Mo is so powerful, how terrifying are the other players of Xia Guo team?

It's simply unimaginable!

But what he didn't know was that Su Mo was the strongest player in Xia's team, no doubt about it.

"Bang--"

With a powerful smash, the first small game ended, 11:1.

Whether it is the group stage or the subsequent knockout stage, there is a five-game three-win system, and only the finals are seven-game four-game.

After a small game, the player has two minutes of rest.

"Is it embarrassing to lose?"

Duyer frowned deeply, his face looked very ugly, "I was actually shaved. Not to mention reaching the quarterfinals in your current state, you are not even likely to qualify in the group stage."

Ni Ke whispered: "Coach, didn't I get a point?"

"fart!"

When Duyuer heard this, he was so angry that he just wanted to curse, "That point was given by someone. Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Even if you give in, that's a deal!" Ni Ke continued to murmur.

What can he do?

It's really impossible to beat!

Duyur: “…”

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