v4 Chapter 859： How is the child not ordinary?

The 805th chapter, how is the child not ordinary?

Xiaobei nine people waited, waited for three or four in the field, when the beginning of the championship, Song Dakang appeared in the position of Mao Mao.

Mao Mao right hand-held, ready to serve, suddenly turned to look like a heart, just seeing his father standing there waving his arms, she immediately revealed a big smile, waiting for the referee to whistle, table tennis was thrown high by her, while The body turned to the right and then the micro side, when the ball fell to a dozen centimeters from the case, suddenly turned and waved.

The ball swayed to the case with a high-speed right side, and then jumped to the other side of the case that was diagonally opposite to her. The first time the ball produced a slight bias, and when it fell to the plan, the ball was facing the opponent’s left. Bounce.

The opponent is a little boy. He didn't wait for the ball to pop too far, stretched his arm forward, and dialed back in a horizontal shot. He was not a mediocrity to see the situation.

The furry sideways, the right hand pulls up from the position of the leg. When the ball flies over, it just hits the shot, the wrist is stiffened, and a pull-up ball passes at a faster speed across a falling arc toward the opposite table of the other side.

When the little boy saw that he couldn’t hit the ball directly on the table, his feet moved one step to the right quickly. The falling ball that came across from the opposite side was not only pulled up, but a lower cut. I posted it back to the net.

The furry backhand is in the horizontal position, and the wrist is trembling at the moment of hitting the ball. The ball is pointed to the left hand of the little boy. The little boy supported the left foot, the waist was strong, the right foot crossed the front of the left leg, the right hand was still a squat, and the ball flew directly to the corner of the right hand table. The fur quickly retreated two steps, giving the right hand a swing time. , pull the ball from the bottom up again.

The two sides that you came to play with me are called a thrill.

Beckham’s eyes were round and round, and stood up and said with surprise: “Is this a competition for children?”

"The other party seems to have tutoring in peacetime, or else it is talented, and Mao Mao is not good at winning." Xiaoyuan was equally surprised. He also played several times. He knows that it seems to be hitting the ball on both sides. The ball makes the other party lose their position and cannot force.

The actual situation is that each time you hit the ball, you not only have to face the rotating ball that the opponent has hit, but also have to fight back according to the direction of rotation of your own design. If you change to yourself, it is estimated that when you hit the ball, the ball will not I know where to fly.

The two sides played and played, the score was very tight, the first game was Mao Mao with a score of 17 to 15, and then started the second game.

"Is it a hairy?" Beckham didn't want to be too nervous to be influenced by the game. He looked at the other side of the game. He suddenly saw an adult in the position where the hair was located. He raised his hands and shouted, and he guessed.

"Almost, oh?" Xiaoyuan proposed.

"Go, hurry, maybe a while, the two wins are over, and the returning people are too chaotic." Xiaobei greeted, running away from the aisle that the crowd deliberately left, and the other eight followed.

When they squeezed into the vicinity of Maomao's father, the score on the field was fifteen-to-eighteen behind the opponent, and the fifteen-ball game, even hit such a high point, the fierceness between the two sides was evident.

"Ask, you are Song Mao Mao's father?" Beckham asked Song Dakang, whose eyes were always on the court.

"Wait a minute, didn't you watch the game?" Song Dakang forgot the purpose of his coming. He clenched his fist tightly, hated not to become a racket himself, flew over to help his daughter not hit the ball of the other party. The side corners of the case make the other party unreachable.

The time of speaking, the score on the field came out, and Mao Mao was defeated by seventeen to nineteen.

"Oh, that kid doesn't know how to make me a prostitute? He still wants to make a kiss with me? Dreaming, look at the bully of my niece, sweating." Song Dakang said with a sullen face.

Beckham and others are speechless, and they know each other on the two sides of the game. It seems that they still want to get married.

"Song Dongjia, respect, understand? People are playing with Mao Mao is a kind of respect for Mao Mao, just like my brother and sister, when two people are idle, they will always argue, and my brother never gives in." Song Dakang said.

On both sides of the field, they are taking a short break. Drink some water to wipe the sweat. Song Dakang has the time to talk to the speaker. He heard that his brother and sister are stunned. This favorite estimate is Beckham, remembering My own task, ask: "Where is your brother and your sister who finally argued to win?"

"There are no wins or losses in their arguments. They are arguing that the topic will be far away. In the end, they will find a common topic and start to discuss. Mao, cheer, play to their own level, don't be afraid to lose, come on."

Xiaobei just said a few words, seeing the following to start the third game, that is, the game of the deciding game, shouting while jumping, Xiaoyuan eight together with the shouting.

Song Dakang first did not consider the matter of cooperation, but also waved.

The hair on the field looked at the opponent and smiled. It happened that she was serving the ball. She suddenly changed the racket from the right hand to the left hand, squeezed her eyes and said with the voice that the opponent could hear: "Yes, it looks like your home is also looking for you. People have practiced before, you were really stubborn before, but do you know that my left hand is more powerful than the right hand? Now, the game... officially started."

The little boy opposite looked at his own hands and stunned. It was already hard enough to play, and the opponent suddenly changed hands. It was too awkward. Without such a play, I have not studied how to deal with the spinning ball played by my left hand. Who collects information from the family?

"I protest." The little boy shouted at the referee with a racket.

The referee gestured to pause the game and came to the boy to ask, then talked softly with the little boy and returned to signal the game to continue.

The little boy was frustrated and saw that the protest was invalid.

The fur was thrown, the left hand was backhanded, the ball bounced twice on the table, the little boy caught the ball and the ball flew.

"Mao, aren't you making a turn? Are you not turning?" The little boy asked when he slammed the ball back to the hair. The theory of normal spin is 100% successful, but usually only half the probability because When you pick up, you must turn back. If you make a mistake, there is absolutely no theoretical success rate. The ball has a lot of possibility to fly.

Just now he wanted to turn back, and as a result, the people did not turn the ball.

"The soldier is not deceived." Mao Mao did not feel soft, and said that he served again. This time the racquet hit the ball, suddenly tilted up and back, and there was a pull-back action. As a result, the ball rolled forward and backward. The little boy made a cross-cutting and blocking action to judge the error, and the ball flew out from above.

Then Mao Weiwei, through the serve to let the other side even eat seven, the little boy did not get a right to serve is zero behind seven.

The eighth ball was hard to catch. On the right side, I just pulled out a far-angled angle and hit the right hand position. The hairs were directly left-handed and backhanded to beat the little boy's left hand. The little boy adjusted but missed the ball.

He was just at the right corner of his desk, pulling the slanting angle. Now that the family is flying up, he must run back to the right foot and step up with a right-handed backhand, but he has this time, the position is early. lost.

The little boy is not suitable for the left-handed ball of Mao Mao. He understands that the left hand does not mean that if he plays, the other party will be the same as the one he is facing. The position is uncomfortable and the other party is equally uncomfortable unless the other party uses two. Shoot, but that is not allowed.

"Do you need to let me have a ball?" After playing for a while, the hair is 12 to lead, still has the right to serve, ask each other.

The little boy lost a lot. When he heard the hairy hair, he hesitated a little, and he showed a disdainful expression: "Hey! Let me use it? Not the left hand, wait for the next time, when I can't afford it? Serve."

The two men called and the little boy was affected by psychological influence, and eventually lost by zero to fifteen, and the loss was too clean.

The audience did not believe what they saw. The first two games were so fierce. How can the third game win or lose so obviously?

Mao Mao won the game and did not show too happy, but said to the little boy: "I want to talk to Xiaobei about cooperation, maybe I will leave Yizhou in the future, my brother and sister will follow me, can't talk to you. played."

The little boy stunned, and the game was so small at the moment, and he was very sad. He asked: "It’s not good to go to school when you go to school in spring. Wait for the summer vacation, it will rain the rice fields, then we will catch them. Muddy, do muddy tofu to eat, you are gone, I am going to catch the next person in the family?"

"It’s Beckham, they said that they are cooperative, and I am jealous. I know that I also lack money.” Mao Mao is equally embarrassed.

"You shouldn't raise a dog. You have always been like a cow. I am looking for me, let him give you money, and don't cooperate with them." The little boy said with anger.

"Impossible, Beckham they have to cooperate with others, who dare not agree? You see, they are talking." Mao Maoyi refers to the location of his father, there are several children.

"I am looking for Beckham." The little boy said with a bite.

"You can't stop it. It's Beckham. It's not two scorpions. They have a few kids like us. Do you want to use the power or use the money? If you have time, grab the mud."

"I am not stupid, what do I stop them? I will tell them, cooperation, my family will do, bring me one, so you don't have to worry that I can't catch you with mud."

"Who is worried, don't play with you." Mao Mao turned and hugged the racquet toward his father's position.

The little boy was deeply attacked, patted the table, and the racket was not needed. He chased and muttered: "You have to catch a lot of mud squid, leave us a little bit to eat, and the rest will be eaten by other people in the school. It."

"Winning won, you are very good, you will play with the left, fifteen to zero, you are the first." Xiaobei saw the furry, happy to pull the hair of the hand and said.

Mao was not very happy, barely squeezed a smile, nodded and said: "He is not used to my left hand, if there is another game, he will not lose so fast, he learns very quickly."

"There is no match on the field. The next time is the next time. Although it is the first friendship, it is still the same as the fight. If you want to add a new one, then maybe you can practice better and win more easily next time. ”

Beckham has developed a habit of not regretting, she will sum up the failure, but will not regret the things that have been wrong, it is useless, according to my brother and sister, living in the memory of remorse will make people tired Die, unless you want to be a saint plus one, because the saints also do something wrong, you add one is not bad.

Therefore, Beckham and others do not think about anything. If their brothers and sisters are not Xiaobao and Yi, then the life is definitely not as good as it is now. Is it suicide?

"You are Beckham? Want to cooperate with Mao Mao?" The little boy ran over and asked Beckham directly.

"Retreat." Xiaoyuan stopped before, he did not let the guards come over, although the other side seems to be one or two years older than himself, but he is taller than the other, stronger than the other, really fight, often can train each other This is the embarrassment.

"What? I can't ask?" The little boy didn't care who the other person was at the moment.

"Well, you ask me the same, ask." Xiao Yuan did not let it.

"Well, do you want to cooperate with Mao Mao and let her move?"

“How is it? What is the relationship with you?”

"I... I said yes to her, take her to catch the mud squid, move me to find who to catch?"

"You can't find someone other than Mao?"

"Can't find it, can't find it."

Mao’s father sighed at this time and said to the little boy: “Huanghuang, to the uncle, cooperation does not necessarily move.”

The little boy ran over and stood behind Mao’s father: “If you move.”

"Moving and bringing you, so you can catch the mud with your hair, see if you are willing to give up?" Song Dakang said with a smile.

"I am willing to give up, I have a brother and a younger brother, Beckham, my family can also cooperate with you, add us one, my family raises a lot of cattle and sheep." The little boy named Huang Huang said to Xiaobei.

I have always thought that the little boy’s attitude is not good. However, before he waited for Xiaobei’s opening, he first took the message: “We can't cooperate with anyone. We can only cooperate with her family if we play well. How good are you?”

"Why am I not good?" Huang Huang asked with enthusiasm.

"I know that you want to play with Mao." Xiaoyuan said.

"Yeah, I just want to play with Mao Mao, what's the matter?" Huang Huang did not give in.

"Xiaoyuan!" Beckham reminded me, meaning that you are more energetic with others. As a result, she just shouted and was touched by her own brother Xiaohai, letting her not speak out.

Xiaoyuan scratched his head and indulged, saying: "If you don't have the ability, you can't play with Mao Mao. Later, we will play with Mao Mao."

"Why?" Huang Huang did not let it go.

"Because we have seen Mao's efforts to play, and I feel that her father is an open-minded and capable person, we feel that Xiaozhi is a biography, and that the father is not biased. If a woman meets like this, Longitudinal width of the cross road."

Xiao Yuan said his chin and said to the little boy Huang Huang.

Huang Huang glanced at Xiaoyuan, looked up and looked forward to Mao’s long-awaited eyes, pouting, and replied: “The young plums are in front of me, and the princes say that the peony is my lotus. Xiaoyuan often follows Xiaobei, and Shanmenghai vows to know what?”

Xiaoyuan’s eyes were so strong that he re-evaluated the boy’s Huanghuang, and said with a voice: “You...you are too precocious.”

"I want to play with Mao Mao, don't give me a cover." Huang Huang looked at the hair, very embarrassed to say.

"Well, give you a chance, let you come over and say cooperation." Xiaobei decided, relying on the literary skills of the people, I believe that the adults in the family will not be bad, cooperation, always find a suitable People. 2k novel reading network