97 Moscow World Games-Women's Singles
◎And most importantly, this scene seems familiar.◎
Backhand loop?
What is a backhand loop?
A question mark popped up on every little head in the stands.
Can you hit a loop with your backhand?
Isn't this a forehand technique?
When Xu Dong saw this scene, he almost jumped up. He stared at the racket in Zhu Qi's hand, recalling the ball just now.
She had seen Zhu Qi practicing backhand loop shots a few times, but she just thought he was doing it for fun.
The reason why loop balls were defined as forehand systems in the beginning is that when hitting the ball, the top of the racket needs to be used to rub the ball to create a strong upward spin, so that the circular curve of the table tennis ball can be formed during the flying process.
Although the backhand twist and pull can change the rotation of the ball into a topspin ball through friction, the speed cannot be compared with the loop ball.
But——just now.
Zhu Qi improvised at the World Games and unexpectedly completed a bold innovation in backhand technique!!!
Backhand! I can also hit loop shots!!
And the quality of her pull-out is not much worse than her forehand!
If the backhand loop can be compared with the forehand, it means that Zhu Qi's technical system will be upgraded to a higher level.
But can Zhu Qi maintain this technique as well as his forehand?
The sixth game!
[Small score, Zhu Qi 1:0 in Yuan Xiang]
The directors were also amazed by Zhu Qi's performance and chose to replay the ball Zhu Qi had just shot.
Countless backhand players off the court were excited, waving their wrists eagerly, imitating Zhu Qi's racket swing just now, and began to watch the slow-motion replay on the big screen over and over again.
It was not enough to just imitate Zhu Qi's batting posture; some of them even took their rackets out of their bags and practiced hitting the air.
Is that right? Is the angle like this? The shape of the racket—it looks like it needs to be a little flatter. Would that create this effect?
Qin Xiaoba stood up by stepping on the stool, and he even wanted to step on the back of his own chair and shout: "Awesome! Kill them! Ahhhhhhhhh——"
Big Bear was also very happy, but he still pulled the complacent Qin Xiaoba down: "You are blocking the people behind you!"
Ren Xinhua couldn't hide her joy. She felt that if she could practice her backhand loop properly, it would be even more lethal in a match. She turned around and asked Ah Shui, who was sitting behind her, "When did she practice this?"
Why haven’t I heard Xu Dong mention it?
Ah Shui also looked bewildered, shaking his head repeatedly. "Bao Bao is always thinking up new tricks, practicing and learning everything. I don't know when she finally mastered this."
But it is normal for Zhu Qi to come up with new skills.
Her usual training volume is three times that of other players in the team. She basically practices three to four sets of all ball systems, and also practices three sets of serves.
A Shui has always felt that Zhu Qi and Maomao are both very hardworking. They are both so talented and have so many honors, but they still strictly demand themselves and never slack off.
Success is never achieved overnight.
Zhu Qi didn't think he could succeed at once, but he felt that if he didn't give it a try, he might not have such a good opportunity again.
But the moment the ball was hit, Zhu Qi had this idea in his mind.
Muscle memory is engraved into the bone marrow, and sometimes the body reacts before the brain even realizes it.
Watch the ball land smoothly on the table, then fly up and score.
Zhu Qi stood up straight and took a deep breath.
The heat surging in her chest made her look as if she was on fire.
——"Ttoy!!!!"
She roared angrily, as if she wanted to vent all the frustrations from every previous fight.
The camera gave a close-up of Zhu Qi. Sweat condensed into crystal clear water droplets, dripping along her fair and young face. When she shouted, it also meant that she was beginning to control the situation of the game.
Countless audiences outside the camera were excited, as if they could feel the heat she released and cheered.
And at the back of the picture, Yuan Xiang was looking at the ball with a pale face, and was used as the background board of Zhu Qi at this moment.
In any of Zhu Qi's previous games, Yuan Xiang had never seen Zhu Qi use a backhand loop.
Generally, athletes will not use techniques they are not confident of in competitions like the World Games.
But Zhu Qi is Zhu Qi after all.
She always walks on a path that no one else has walked.
At this moment, Yuan Xiang inexplicably felt a sense of despair.
Even though I am still leading by a large margin, so what?
I've already... unleashed all... all the abilities I can muster, but there's still no way...
Yuan Xiang felt that her soul became very empty at this moment, as if her heart was pierced by something, and she could not feel any signs of her heart beating.
Yuan Xiang could no longer hear what the Japanese coach next to her was saying to her.
At this moment, there was only one sentence in her mind, that is - she was finished.
The referee kept flipping the scoreboard next to Zhu Qi's name.
One point, two points, three points... eight points, nine points...
Zhu Qi leads the way!
Yuan Xiang has always been at a disadvantage with her backhand, and she always uses her forehand to counter Zhu Qi. But as long as the ball sinks, Zhu Qi will immediately use his backhand to throw a backhand loop ball that is just as powerful as his forehand.
Yuan Xiang was dizzy from Zhu Qi's forehand and backhand loops.
As soon as I thought about Zhu Qi's backhand being able to hit a looping ball, I hesitated for a moment - should I give her this kind of ball? Would she hit it back?
Because of this brief hesitation, Zhu Qi could seize every opportunity and score a goal with a sneak attack!
As Zhu Qi began to score frequently, grabbing the 10-point match point and Yuan Xiang trailing by five points, Ah Shui screamed and yelled, mocking the Japanese team beside him for not being as enthusiastic as before. They were like firecrackers that had been soaked in water, and had gone silent.
While cheering as the score was finalized, he was also dejected because his players were overtaken again.
The referee sat between the two teams, like a river dividing Chu and Han.
The last ball.
Zhu Qi raised his hand and released a long line, pulling the ball to the far forehand position of Yuan Xiang. He watched her try her best to catch up. The racket finally touched the ball, but because she couldn't keep up with the rotation, the ball flew out directly.
The white ball bounced back and forth on the ground.
Like a happy little white dove.
Then it gurgled and turned to Zhu Qi's feet.
When Zhu Qi picked up the white ball, the referee also announced the score of the game.
[Small score, Zhu Qi 11:5 in Yuan Xiang]
[Big score, Zhu Qi 3:3 in Yuan Xiang]
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! I’ve caught up, I’ve caught up, I’ve caught up!!!!!” Ah Shui screamed in the audience, his voice piercing the ceiling.
Her voice was sharper than that of a group of men, and she was crying, laughing and shouting, so much so that the director couldn't help but turn the camera back to her.
Afterwards, A Shui felt very uncomfortable and said that he looked ugly in the photo. He would have to use a fan to cover his face when watching the game in the future.
But who cared about that at that time?
A Shui only knew that Zhu Qi had equalized the score!
Almost everyone outside the venue was attracted by this exciting women's singles quarterfinals.
Before the game was over, many foreign media reporters nearby began frantically recording their feelings about watching the game in their notebooks, for fear that they would miss any excellent and inspiring descriptions.
Many foreign commentators followed suit, describing this intense match, which was no less intense than the women's singles final, with passion and emotion.
Nanfutianguo Ying Dali: "Oh~ Look, what excellent muscle lines~ Athletic girl~ She is like a fish swimming into the sea, able to freely control the entire field~"
Loyal Korea: "Zhu Qi is truly the best female athlete currently on the court. It seems our athletes will need to practice even harder to catch up."
Recruiting a nuclear hero, the Yamato nation: "At this moment, our athlete, Conor Hara, must be trying to figure out how to overcome this difficult situation. I believe that for Conor Hara, encountering a rival like Conor Zhu Qi is also a crucial moment in her life! Come on! I hope Conor Hara can overcome her inner demons!"
France, the romantic capital: "Her batting posture is very elegant, like an artist walking in the midst of war. She has the most abundant weapons in the world, she is the 'Queen of Arms'."
If it was the fifth or sixth game.
Zai Yuanxiang was not that desperate yet and wanted to get as many points as possible.
But after the sixth game, Yuan Xiang felt that she had lost her fighting spirit.
Whether it is a short ball or a long ball, whether it is close to the table or far from the table, whether it is forehand or backhand.
She almost used up all her strength, but she couldn't shake the man in front of her.
Zhu Qi stood there.
It's like a moving Great Wall.
An iron wall that cannot be penetrated.
It hurts so much.
For the first time, I felt... that playing table tennis was so painful.
Tears welled up in Yuan Xiang's eyes again, and she felt so wronged that she wanted to burst into tears.
But since this is the World Games, I have to suppress this emotion and not bring shame to the Empire of Japan...
During the off-field instructions, Hara Xiang could no longer hear what the Japanese coach was saying.
When the break was over, Yuan Xiang could only walk towards the pool table in a daze.
As soon as the Japanese coach saw Hara Kaori's appearance, he knew that the problem was serious.
She has lost her fighting spirit!
How is this possible? ! !
"Cheer up!!!" The Japanese coach couldn't help but shout out loud.
The referee pulled out a yellow card from the lining of his shirt and pointed it at the Japanese coach.
There was a burst of boos from outside the stadium.
Once the off-field coaching time is over, the game time has begun by default. During the game, the coach is prohibited from giving tactical hints and instructions. First, the player will be given a yellow card warning, and then the player will be directly judged to have lost points in serious cases.
Yuan Xiang shook her head bitterly, feeling that she had no other choice.
She also knew that she couldn't lose this game...but...
Thinking of this, Yuan Xiang's eyes suddenly looked at Zhu Qi's right foot.
The white bandage exposed outside the shoe and the slight limp as she staggered past Xu Dong made Yuan Xiang's mind clear again at this moment.
Maybe... I can still... fight to the death?
There's only one more round left!
As long as we can win this round! No matter how hard Zhu Qi tries to catch up, it will be useless, right?!
Seeing Yuan Xiang regrouping and standing next to the table, preparing to hit the ball from the baseline, Zhu Qi guessed what Yuan Xiang wanted to do.
If eyes could describe one's inner thoughts, Zhu Qi especially wanted to tell Zaiyuan Xiang.
Instead of waiting for your opponent to make mistakes and give you points, it is better to think of ways to improve yourself.
Don't wait for someone to hand you a trophy, learn to fight for it yourself.
I read in the newspaper that Zaiyuan Xiang went to church to worship before participating in the competition.
I don’t know how Hara Xiang prays to her God, but as of now, it seems to have no effect.
The ping pong ball started moving again.
It was like flowing white light, shuttling back and forth to the left and right again and again.
Zhu Qi controlled the rotation tightly and did not give Yuanxiang any chance. No matter how Yuanxiang rubbed and rubbed, when he hit the ball, Zhu Qi blocked it near the table and pulled it back.
Zhu Qi's steps were still flexible and flawless.
Everyone watching the game was like a possessed person, staring at Zhu Qi.
Even though she was being stared at by tens of thousands of eyes and pointed at by countless cameras, she did not waver at all.
Her backhand, forehand, pull shot, explosive drive, quick tear, loop shot... every technique is perfect and impeccable.
The girl opposite seemed to be able to serve only as a background board in Zhu Qi's future Conferred Gods compilation.
Among those countless pairs of eyes, there was another pair of eyes that also revealed an expression of disbelief and astonishment.
Jin Lili looked at Zhu Qi's back.
As Zhu Qi swayed left and right, different folds appeared on the jersey on his body.
Some lines folded the name on her back.
I don’t know when it started, but Zhu Qi’s name has become more dazzling than the red jersey she wears.
Over the years, he had given up everything he had tried to imitate, thinking he had mastered all of Zhu Qi's techniques and tactics, as well as her strengths and weaknesses in the game. However, every time they competed, Zhu Qi would always come up with moves that would make others want to help her.
I don't know why.
Jin Lili used to be so arrogant, thinking that she was no worse than Zhu Qi and Maomao, but when she saw this scene, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind.
Perhaps this is what a truly talented player is like.
The thought flashed through her mind and made her feel a little scared.
Could it be that Jin Lili also felt subtly that she was indeed inferior to Zhu Qi?
How is that possible?!
She turned around and prepared to leave the arena. She didn't want to watch the game anymore, and she didn't want to know the result...
As soon as the ball flew to Zhu Qi's backhand area, Zhu Qi became more powerful and his attack became more fierce!
Raise the racket slightly at a 45-degree angle, hold your arms level, and lift it up with force!
Whoosh——
Another backhand loop.
Yuan Xiang almost gritted her teeth and flew over, trying to hit the ball back.
But the ball bounced off her paddle, landed in the distance, headed straight for the backstop, and then flew back in a dusty state.
Zhu Qi didn't give the opponent any chance to extend the ball.
[Small score, Zhu Qi 8:5 in Yuan Xiang]
The cheers from the sidelines grew louder and louder, each one like a raging wave rushing towards the field.
Zhu Qi became more relaxed as he fought. Although the pain in his feet did not subside, his skills in his hands did not slacken.
Zai Yuanxiang has now entered a crazy state. No matter what ball it is, she wants to try to pull Zhu Qi diagonally and make Zhu Qi run to the left and right.
Zhu Qi used reverse thinking to grasp Yuan Xiang's idea thoroughly. He took a small step first and then a big step. He used his left foot to give his right foot some strength, and then took a step forward with his right foot to save energy.
Although this kind of running is not as flexible as directly stepping with the right foot, fortunately Zhu Qi can predict Yuan Xiang's ball, so he can run to the landing point of the ball one step ahead and shoot the ball every time.
The smile on Xu Dong's face became more and more joyful. As he watched the referee flip the scoreboard again and again, his shouts became louder and louder.
finally!
Zhu Qi scored two points in a row!
Entered the match point!
[Small score, Zhu Qi 10:6 in Yuan Xiang]
The Japanese team shouted at the top of their lungs but couldn't stop Zhu Qi from scoring like crazy.
The last ball.
For Zhu Qi and Zaiyuan Xiang.
It's a ball that decides life or death.
Next.
It was back to Yuan Xiang serving.
After so many years of hard training, he was still suppressed by his opponent. No one would feel good.
The serve round is all about taking the initiative into your own hands!!
Thinking of this, Yuan Xiang suddenly changed his strategy and directly gave a forehand straight serve -
The Japanese coach slapped his thigh and his head went numb.
broken!
Doesn't this give the opponent another chance to score? ! !
In fact, Yuanxiang’s idea is very simple.
Just hit a forehand straight ball first. If Zhu Qi wants to hit a backhand ball, he must first suck it in short. In this way, he can directly pick it up and serve a long ball.
But if Zhu Qi follows someone else's script, she will no longer be Zhu Qi.
When I saw Zhu Qi step forward with his right foot, place it on the table, straighten his left leg, level his body, and then lean back with his right hand – swinging it in a circle, preparing to hit a forehand loop!
Yuan Xiang secretly cried out, "Oh no! Zhu Qi is not short-sighted! Zhu Qi actually risked his life to fight her? !!!"
At the same time, the commentator on the TV screen added a sentence.
【Zhu Qi's balls are really hard.】
Yuan Xiang reacted quickly, immediately stepped back, and prepared to run to the point where the ball landed to meet it.
Seeing Hara Xiang running back, the Japanese coach cursed in his mind: Wrong! What an idiot!
It's obvious that Zhu Qi did this on purpose!!
There is a loophole near the stage!!!
Yuan Xiang's brain was no longer able to support her thinking of this.
The ping-pong ball rubbed against the white surface of the table and bounced up steadily!
In addition to being surprised at Zhu Qi's spot-shooting ability, Yuan Xiang also knew that if he didn't run to the far table, he would definitely lose the ball.
Then--
When Yuan Xiang was so focused on moving backwards that she didn't notice the first step she took... Zhu Qi suddenly turned around?!
Zhu Qi made almost no preparation to take on the next move.
Even Xu Dong, who was sitting next to him, felt his heart skip a beat.
No way? Such a big deal?!
"This is crazy!!" the foreign media commentators exclaimed. "Isn't she worried about losing points? What gives her such courage—"
The foreign media commentator hadn't even finished his sentence yet, and I wonder if it was because of Zhu Qi's turn and ridicule that Hara Xiang's little universe exploded!
She could hardly control her tone, roared, swung her shoulders, and slammed the racket!
Hit the ball back from the far table!
The ball was spinning very fast—and flying very fast—but!!
Zhu Qi still didn't look back, and her right foot even limped a little when she moved, but she swung the racket back very casually, like a grandmother chasing mosquitoes away from her grandson in the summer, and it seemed that she didn't use any strength at all - she just sucked the ball up without any hesitation!
When Yuan Xiang rushed over from the far table and wanted to catch the ball, the ping-pong ball flew over the net, sank three centimeters from the end of the net, and then danced happily with "da da da da".
Everyone in the audience fell silent at this moment.
Everyone stared with wide eyes as Zhu Qi walked towards his head coach very confidently.
From receiving serves to short shots.
She didn't look back at all.
Not even a second of looking back.
Her understanding of the ball's rotation, her grasp of space, and her control over her opponent's mentality.
This one ball perfectly illustrates it.
And most importantly, this scene seems familiar.
In the last ball of the women's singles mixed team competition at the Tokyo World Games, Zhu Qi used this kind of turning shot to win the last point in the match between herself and Hara Xiang, marking the beginning of Hara Xiang's "three-defeat witch" - oh no, now she is the "four-defeat witch".
[Small score, Zhu Qi 11:6 in Yuan Xiang]
[Big score, Zhu Qi 4:3 in Yuan Xiang]
The only thing you could hear was the ping-pong ball bouncing back and forth on the table, and then it finally lost its bounce and rolled off the table.
The moment it landed, it flew towards the audience seats in all directions like a thunderbolt.
What kind of scene would it be like to have tens of thousands of people screaming and cheering at the same time?
Everyone's eardrums exploded instantly, and all they could see were heads bouncing up and down and national flags waving in their hands.
Today, someone was handing out inflatable sticks for free outside the stadium. I don’t know who accidentally stepped on one and broke it.
With a "bang", almost everyone followed suit.
The sound of the airflow tearing through the plastic film, "crackling" sounds very much like the sound of Chinese firecrackers.
Zhu Qi couldn't see the expressions of his uncle and the others clearly because the entire audience was so chaotic.
Countless people walked out of their seats and stood in the corridor, cheering so loudly that it almost reached the ceiling.
Yuan Xiang couldn't hold it in any longer, her body went limp and she fell to the ground, covering her face and crying silently.
Zhu Qi must be humiliating her!
It must be!!
Although there were some minor incidents in the middle of this game.
But it added a touch of excitement to the entire game.
Win three games in a row.
Turn the tide against the odds.
Queen of the Arsenal.
The god of key balls.
These labels appeared in major newspapers almost simultaneously with Zhu Qi.
She became the brightest star under all the spotlights.
The flickering lights illuminated her back, which was almost completely soaked with sweat, and the fabric of her red jersey glowed scarlet under the spotlight.
She looked like a Valkyrie who had just finished a war. As the Japanese team's cheering flag drooped, she walked into everyone's sight, with her back to everyone showing her nationality and name.
The commentators of CCTV5 could hardly hide their excitement, believing that this was the best match of the women's singles competition.
Congratulations to Zhu Qi for advancing to the Women's Singles semifinals!
There were endless screams and cheers.
It did not dissipate until both players left the field.
In the corner of the stadium, a sea of dark blue team uniforms seemed particularly quiet.
Each of them looked at the player standing in the middle of everyone.
The blue eyes were like pieces of ice.
The bone-chilling chill inside only grew stronger as he blinked.
Jamie, wearing a baseball cap, spit out the bubble gum in his mouth, put his hands in his pockets, walked around everyone, and headed straight for the exit of the stadium...
It was a really good show.
But it's a pity.
Zhu Qi's journey ends here.
In the future, the Chinese team will no longer be the only dominant team in the table tennis world.
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