Chapter 859: Why do you think children are not ordinary

Xiao Bei and the nine people waited for it. When the three and four were decided on the court, they started to make the championship and the rankings of the league, Song Dakang appeared at the position where Maomao was just now.

Maomao held a slap in his right hand and was about to serve. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at it in a sympathy. Just as she saw her father standing there waving her arms, she immediately showed a big smile. When the referee whistle sounded, the ping-pong ball was thrown high by her. At the same time, her body slightly sideways to the right. When the ball fell more than ten centimeters from the case, she suddenly turned and waved her arms.

The ball rolled onto his own case with a high speed right side, and then jumped to the opponent's case that was diagonally opposite to her. The first time the ball had a little bias. When it landed on the opposite plan, the ball bounced towards the opponent's left.

The opponent was a little boy. He didn't wait for the ball to pop out too far, so he stretched his arms forward and then slapped it back with a horizontal stroke. Depending on the situation, he was not a mediocre person either.

Maomao turned sideways, pulling his right hand upward from the position of his leg. When the ball flew over, it just hit the slap. His wrist strengthened, but a pull-up ball drew a drop arc at a faster speed and fell towards the right table of the opponent.

Seeing that the little boy could not hit the ball back directly on the table, he quickly moved his feet to the right one after another. Facing the opposite side, the falling ball not only did not pull up, but instead cut it down. With the rotation force of the ball, he chopped the ball back against the net.

Maomao blocked the ball with his backhand. The moment the slap touched the ball, his wrist trembled, and he pushed the ball towards the little boy's left hand position. The little boy supported his left foot and used force to his waist. His right foot crossed the front of his left leg. His right hand was still chopped down. The ball flew straight to the corner of the table. Maomao quickly stepped back two steps, giving his right hand a time to swing, and pulling the ball up from bottom to top again.

The two sides fought back and forth so thrillingly.

Xiao Bei's eyes were round, he stood up and said in surprise: "Is this a children's group competition?"

"The other party seems to have tutors in normal times, otherwise they are talented and it is difficult for Maomao to win." Xiaoyuan was also surprised. He had played several times and knew that now it seemed that both sides were hitting the balls, trying to make the opponent lose his position and unable to exert force by hitting the ball.

The reality is that every time you hit a ball, you not only have to face the spinning ball hit by the opponent, but also have to hit it back according to the rotation direction you designed. If you change it to yourself, you probably won’t know where the ball will fly when you hit the ball.

The two sides played around on the court, and the score was very tight. In the first game, Maomao narrowly won by 17 to 15, and then began the second game.

"Is that Maomao's father?" Xiao Bei didn't want to be too nervous to be affected by the game. He looked away and suddenly saw an adult at Maomao's location before, yelling with his hands up, and then asked guessingly.

"Absolutely, let's go?" Xiaoyuan suggested.

"Let's go, hurry up, maybe Maomao will end the two games in a while, and it's too chaotic to turn around." Bei Bei greeted and ran towards the other side from the aisle deliberately left by the crowd, with the other eight people following behind.

When they squeezed into Maomao's father, the score on the field was that Maomao was behind his opponent by 17 to 18. At the 15-goal game, he actually scored so high, and the fierce competition between the two sides can be seen.

"Ask, are you Song Maomao's father?" Xiao Bei asked Song Dakang, who had been staring at the court.

"Wait a minute, haven't you watched the game?" Song Dakang forgot his purpose at this moment. He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could turn into a racket by himself, fly over and help his daughter not to hit the opponent's ball to the side corner of the ball case, so that the opponent could not get it.

After talking, the score on the field came out, and Maomao lost with 17 vs. 19.

"Oh, that kid doesn't know to let my daughter be a little bit? His father still wants to marry me? I'll dream, I'll bully my daughter and sweaty." Song Dakang said with a gloomy face.

Xiao Bei and others were speechless. They met each other on both sides of the game, and it seemed that they would still be getting married.

"Song Dong family, respect, do you understand? Fighting with Maomao is a kind of respect for Maomao. Just like my brother and sister, the two of them always argue when they are idle, and their brother never gives in." Xiaobei said to Song Dakang.

The two sides on the field were having a short rest, drinking some water to wipe sweat, and then Song Dakang had time to look at the person who was talking. When he heard that his brother and sister, he suddenly realized that the person who liked to speak the most was probably Xiao Bei. Thinking of his mission, he asked: "Who won the argument between your brother and your sister in the end?"

"They are not winning or losing in the topics they argue. As they argue, the topic will go far. Finally, they find a common topic and start discussing. Maomao, come on, play to your own level, don't be afraid of losing, come on."

Xiao Bei just said a few words, and saw that the third game was about to start, which was the decisive game. He jumped and shouted, and Xiao Yuan and the eight of them cooperated to shout together.

Song Dakang waved his hand without considering cooperation for the first time.

Maomao on the field looked at the opponent and smiled. It happened that she served the ball. She suddenly changed the racket from her right hand to her left hand, squeezed her eyes, and said in a voice that her opponent could hear: "Yes, it seems that your family has also found someone for you to practice specifically. You were indeed very tenacious before, but do you know that my left hand is stronger than my right hand? Now, the game... officially begins."

The little boy on the opposite side looked at his hands and was stunned. The fight just now was already hard enough, and the opponent suddenly changed hands. It was too awkward. He didn't play like this. He hadn't studied how to deal with the spinning ball played by his left hand. Who collected the information at home?

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

The referee made a gesture to show that the game was suspended, and came to the little boy to ask, then whispered to the little boy, retreated, and signaled that the game continued.

The little boy looked depressed, and the protest was ineffective depending on the situation.

Maomao threw the ball, pushed it with her left hand back, and the ball bounced twice on the table, and the little boy caught the ball and the ball flew.

"Maomao, aren't you serving the ball? Why don't you turn it again?" The little boy asked when he picked up the ball and transferred it to Maomao. The theory of normal rotation ball is 100% successful, but it is usually only half the probability, because you have to turn it back when you pick it up. If you make a wrong judgment, there is absolutely no success rate as described in theory. The ball has a great possibility of flying.

He wanted to turn back just now, but he didn't turn the serve.

"Soldiers never get tired of cheating." Maomao was not ruthless at all. After saying that, he served again. The moment the racket hit the ball, it suddenly slanted backwards, and at the same time there was a back pulling action. As a result, the ball rolled forward and the spinning ball over. The little boy made a horizontal snap and cut blocking action. The judgment was wrong, and the ball flew out from above.

Then, Maomao showed his might and let the opponent eat seven times through the serve. The little boy fell behind zero to seven without getting a single serving.

The eighth ball was finally caught, and just pulled out a far oblique angle from the right position to hit Maomao's right hand position. Maomao directly hit the boy's left hand with his backhand. The boy couldn't adjust and conceded the ball.

He just now was at the right corner of his table, pulling the far corner. Now he is flying upwards. He has to run back and step with his right foot and pull up with a back shot with his right hand. But he has no time to do this, and he has lost his position long ago.

The little boy was very uncomfortable with Maomao's left-hand ball. He understood that the left-handed does not mean that he is powerful. If he can play, the situation he faces is the same as his. If he has some uncomfortable positions, the other party will be equally uncomfortable, unless the other party uses two shots, but that is not allowed.

"Do I need to let you have a ball?" After playing for a while, Maomao led 12 to zero, and still had the right to serve, asking the opponent.

The little boy lost a lot. He hesitated for a moment when he heard Maomao's words, and then showed a disdainful expression: "Go! Use your help? Isn't it just your left hand? Wait for the next time, do I think I can't afford to lose? serve."

The two of them fought over and over again, and the little boy's performance was getting worse and worse due to psychological influence. In the end, he lost by 0 to 15, and the loss was too clean.

The audience didn't believe what they saw. They fought so fiercely in the first two games, why did the win or loss in the third game be so obvious?

When Maomao won the game, she did not look too happy, but said to the little boy: "My father wants to discuss cooperation with Xiaobei and the others. Maybe he will leave Yizhou in the future. My brother and sister and I will follow you and can't play with you."

The little boy was stunned. The winning or losing game seemed so small at the moment. He felt very sad. He asked: "Didn't it be agreed to go to school in spring? When it rains, it will rush the rice fields. Then we will catch loaches and make loaches and tofu. If you leave, I will take the servants at home to catch them?"

"It was Xiaobei and the others who said they cooperated. You know my father. My family is short of money now." Maomao was also embarrassed.

"Your father shouldn't raise dogs. It's great to keep raising cattle and sheep like my father. I'll find my father and ask him to give you money and not cooperate with Xiao Bei and the others." The little boy said angrily.

"Impossible, Xiaobei and the others want to cooperate with others, who dares not agree? Look, they are all talking." Maomao pointed to the location of his father, where there were several children there.

"I'll go find Xiao Bei." The little boy gritted his teeth and said.

"You can't stop it. That's Xiao Bei, not Er Hanzi and others who are the same children as us. Do you want to use power or use money to suppress it? You can catch loaches if you have time in the future."

"I'm not stupid, why should I stop them? I'll tell them, "It's okay to cooperate, my family can do it, bring me one, so you don't have to worry about I can't catch loaches with you."

"Who is worried? I won't play with you anymore." Maomao turned around and ran towards his father's position with the racket in his arms.

The little boy was deeply shocked and patted the table and didn't want the racket. He muttered while chasing: "You said you should catch a lot of loaches, leave a little to eat, and give the rest to other people in the school, and don't keep your word."

"I won, I won, Maomao, you are so awesome. You can play with Zuoyou. Fifteen to zero, you are the first one." Seeing Maomao coming, Xiao Bei happily grabbed Maomao's hand and jumped.

Maomao was not very happy, so he forced a smile and nodded and said, "He is not used to my left hand. If there is another game, he will definitely not lose so quickly. He will learn things very quickly."

"There is no if on the field. The next time is the next time. Although it is the first in friendship, it is still the same as fighting. It is a hero who judges success or failure. If you have to add an if, then you may practice better next time and win more easily."

Bei Bei has developed the habit of not regretting her. She will summarize failures, but will not regret the wrong things she has done. That is useless. According to her brothers and sisters, living in the memory of regret will make people exhausted, unless you want to be a saint, because a saint also does something wrong, so it is good to add one.

Therefore, Xiaobei and others didn't think about anything. If, if his brother and sister were not Xiaobao and Juanjuan, they would definitely not be as good as they are now. Could they commit suicide?

"Are you Xiaobei? Do you want to cooperate with Maomao's father?" The little boy ran over and asked Bei directly.

"Retreat." Xiaoyuan stopped him, but he didn't let the guards come. Although the other party seemed to be one or two years older than him, he was taller than the other party and stronger than the other party. When he really fought, he could beat three like this, who were often trained.

"What? Can't I ask?" The little boy didn't care who the other party was at this moment.

"Okay, you can ask me the same, ask." Xiaoyuan didn't let him go at all.

"Okay, do you want to work with Maomao's father to let her move?"

"What's wrong? What does it have to do with you?"

"I...I agreed with her to take her to catch loach fish. Who should I find to catch me when I move it away?"

"You can't find anyone except Maomao?"

"It's not found, it's not found."

Maomao's father sighed at this time and said to the little boy: "Huanghuang, when we come to uncle, cooperation may not necessarily move."

The little boy ran over and stood behind Maomao's father: "What if I move."

"I brought you with me so I can catch loaches with Maomao. Is your father willing to do it?" Song Dakang said with a smile.

"I'm willing to give up. I have an older brother and a younger brother. Xiao Bei. My family can cooperate with you. Add us. I have a lot of cattle and sheep in my family." The little boy named Huanghuang said to Xiao Bei.

I always thought that the little boy had a bad attitude, but Xiaoyuan was angry. Before Xiaobei could speak, I took the conversation first: "Not everyone can cooperate with us. Maomao can only cooperate with her family if she plays well. Where are you better?"

"What's wrong with me?" Huang Huang asked angrily.

"I know you want to play with Maomao." Xiaoyuan said.

"Yes, I just want to play with Maomao, what's wrong?" Huanghuang did not give in at all.

"Xiaoyuan!" Xiaobei reminded, meaning that you are competing with others. As soon as she finished calling, she was touched by her own brother Xiaohai and told her not to speak out.

Xiaoyuan scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "Those who are not capable can't play with Maomao. We will play with Maomao in the future."

"Why?" Huanghuang refused to give in.

"Because we see Maomao playing hard and feel that her father is an enlightened and capable person, we feel that from the small and the big one is passed down, we are not biased in the heart of becoming a teacher for the father. If a girl meets like this, the road to join the mountain and the road of joining the mountain is wide."

Xiaoyuan raised his chin and said to the little boy Huanghuang.

Huanghuang glared at Xiaoyuan, looked up at Maomao's expectant eyes, curled his lips, and replied: "The childhood sweethearts are in front of you. You say that I am the lotus. Xiaoyuan always follows Xiaobei. What will happen if he knows the fate of a vow?"

Xiaoyuan blinked his eyes hard, looked at the boy Huanghuang on the opposite side again, and said in a voice: "You...you are too precocious."

"I just want to play with Maomao, don't put a condom on me." Huang Huang glanced at Maomao and said embarrassedly.
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