205: C205 Still Hanging up

C205 Still Hanging up

Yuwen Qiang silently looked at Lee Lingwei's posture and couldn't help but reveal a proud smile.

The way Lee Lingwei held the bat was more like a monkey grabbing a stick. How could he have the temperament of a table tennis expert? If he did not guess wrongly, his opponent was simply a rookie who had never come into contact with billiards!

Lying on the table, the head of the bat was aiming at the white ball. Lee Lingwei estimated the strength and angle of the ball and then used the momentum to hit it!

Bang!

To be honest, he had never held a club before today. He had no impression of the rules of table tennis. Therefore, controlling the strength of the pole was a completely natural move.

Thus...

After a bang, Yuwen Qiang was stunned to find that he had overestimated Lee Lingwei's ball skills.

Lee Lingwei hit the white ball in a split second and knocked it out of the table. After spinning around another table, it went into the bag steadily.

"Lingwei, you..." Ouyang Nuo saw Lee Lingwei's "performance." She could not help but lower her head. She could not bear to see Lee Lingwei's "amazing" performance.

"It's over..." Yang Annqi, who knew Yuwen Qiang's strength, immediately fainted when she saw Lee Lingwei's move. She could even imagine how Lee Lingwei was defeated by Yuwen Qiang with a single strike.

"Sorry, I did not master my strength well." Lee Lingwei smiled bitterly and apologized to the two beauties. He felt a little depressed in his heart.

The first time he played table tennis, he made a big scene, especially in front of Yuwen Qiang. This made him very unhappy.

"It seems like you don't know how to play table tennis." Yuwen Qiang smiled and put the white ball back on the table. He looked at Lee Lingwei proudly.

Obviously, he was sure he would win.

Once he made a move, the table would be cleared. There would be no chance for the opponent to make another move.

"Just watch how I play it." While Yuwen Qiang was thinking this, he pushed the long pole in his hand and accurately placed a red ball into his bag.

"1 point." Yuwen Qiang looked at Lee Lingwei proudly and sent the ball in his hand again.

Dong!

Another black ball was accurately thrown into the bag.

"Eight points." Yuwen Qiang waved his hand and another red ball entered the bag.

"Nine points."

Dong!

"Sixteen points."

Several times in a row. Yuwen Qiang's pole hit the target, not giving Lee Lingwei a chance to attack again.

Looking at Yuwen Qiang's sweeping look, Lee Lingwei and Yang Annqi looked at each other and revealed a bitter smile.

He really did not expect Yuwen Qiang to be this strong. After all, many top professional players did not have the ability to clear the stage.

Dong!

Another red ball entered his bag. There weren't many red balls left on the table. Yuwen Qiang was already one step ahead of Lee Lingwei. If nothing unexpected happened, with another two red balls in the bag, even if Yuwen Qiang made a mistake, Lee Lingwei would not have the chance to turn the tables.

Yuwen Qiang aimed his bat at the black ball again. The angle of this black ball was very good. Even if he closed his eyes and pushed it lightly, he could easily hit the ball into his bag.

Yuwen Qiang did indeed do so. He closed his eyes slightly and let his hand and the bat sense the direction of the ball. He pushed it easily, and then... there was nothing after that.

The expected situation of the ball entering the bag did not occur. This time, the ball slipped by unexpectedly, causing Yuwen Qiang to be surprised.

"Didn't enter?" Lee Lingwei held the bat and smiled. His chance had come.

After getting the shot again, Lee Lingwei slightly calmed himself down and imitated Yuwen Qiang's shooting posture. He aimed the white ball at the black ball and pushed it lightly.

Click.

The black ball accurately entered the bag.

"Foul." Yuwen Qiang said with an expressionless face, "Hit the red ball first before hitting the colorful ball. Only when all the red balls are in the bag can you directly hit the colorful ball."

"F * ck, why didn't you say so earlier..." Lee Lingwei's face was full of depression. It was not easy for him to grasp a little skill, but he was so muddle-headed that he was blacklisted.

"I thought you should know the rules." Yuwen Qiang used powder to wipe the cue stick, shrugged his shoulders and said.

Lee Lingwei made another mistake, which was no different from announcing his death sentence. He would never give Lee Lingwei another chance this time.

Yuwen Qiang aimed again, using the most perfect technique, elegantly took out the pole, and pulled back the pole!

Bang.

The white ball accurately hit the red ball, then...

"What the hell!"

Yuwen Qiang's eyeballs almost popped out when he hit the red ball.

Yuwen Qiang saw a white ball being pushed by the ball. It slowly circled around the table twice, as if someone had used an invisible hand to brush past the target.

This shot missed...

Yuwen Qiang wiped his eyes carefully. After making sure that he did not see wrongly, he said with some confusion and disbelief, "This hit missed?"

"Of course." Lee Lingwei said with an evil smile.

Of course, this had something to do with him. Otherwise, with Yuwen Qiang's skill, it would be a piece of cake for him to clear the table. He had made two strange mistakes in a row, and this had broken Yuwen Qiang's record in the history of table tennis.

With his strength, wouldn't it be as easy as eating and drinking to ambush Yuwen Qiang from behind? He had secretly released the subsystem long ago. He had Mosquito quietly lie on the ball and silently control the direction of the ball.

Now that Lee Lingwei's strength had improved, the mosquito had also developed greatly. Under the nourishment of the Threat Value, it also had a certain level of strength. Using it to kill people was just a daydream, but controlling a ball was still a piece of cake.

Lee Lingwei had already tried. As long as he wanted to, he could even make the mosquito lift anything within ten kilograms and fly.

Of course, the condition was that he needed five Threat Values per second.

After Lee Lingwei spent all the Threat Values and duplicated fruits on his phone, he had spent a few hundred Halmarts on the Halmart staff and Jason because of the war with the Halmart. It was still enough for the time being!

"It's my turn."

Yuwen Qiang made a mistake. Lee Lingwei looked at Yuwen Qiang, who was in a daze, with a playful expression. He patted Yuwen Qiang on the shoulder and calmly poked the ball with his pole. He accurately threw a red ball into the ball bag.

Dong!

"One point." Lee Lingwei raised his head and smiled.

Once he mastered the technique and rules, playing table tennis was no different from having sex. With a mosquito controlling the white ball, what was the difference between this white ball and a bullet with eyes?

His moves were as fast as lightning. Every swing of his pole had never considered the angle and strength. Taking a stroll in the park. He casually waved his hand and pushed. The white ball seemed to have eyes, completely ignoring physical science. From all kinds of unbelievable angles, the white ball smashed into the bag.

Dong!

A black ball was thrown into the bag by Lee Lingwei's white ball in the posture of an otherworldly fairy. It flew over a large distance from the table and accurately smashed into the bag like an intercontinental missile.

When Yuwen Qiang saw this miraculous ball technique, he was stunned. He even forgot to close his chin.

Yang Annqi and Ouyang Nuo who were beside him also held their breaths and concentrated. They almost forgot to cheer for Lee Lingwei. To be honest, they still thought that they were watching a science fiction movie. A white ball jumped up and hit the black ball. What kind of clean and neat technique was this?

Dong!

Lee Lingwei made another move. His eyes were fixed on the black ball. The last red ball on the table.

There were several obstacles between the red ball and the white ball. From a visual angle, there was no room for him to swing the stick.

However, Lee Lingwei pushed the red ball gracefully. The white ball looked like it had eyes. It circled around the table and did a slow and uniform movement. It stuck to the red ball like a magnet. Between the two balls, there seemed to be a shallow kiss, and it was withdrawn as soon as it touched.

Dong.

The red ball steadily entered the bag.

Yuwen Qiang had completely forgotten to think. His blank mind only had one thought: "Is this still a person?"

This was the first time he had seen a white ball that did not follow the laws of physics!

A ball did not turn after colliding with each other, and the ball seemed to be held by someone's hand, controlling it to hit the ball bag. Was this a skill that a human should have?

Yuwen Qiang looked at Lee Lingwei with a face full of envy and jealousy.

Could it be that this guy had been pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger in front of him?

With this kind of skill and deliberately hiding his strength, it should be easy for him to win the championship...

Lee Lingwei did not pay attention to the complicated expression on Yuwen Qiang's face. Instead, he continuously swung it. Almost mercury flowed to the ground. Big beads and small beads fell onto the jade plate and swept away all the remaining colored balls on the table like a jade plate.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

The ball shot out like the wind. Not a single ball dared to defy Lee Lingwei's control. The only thing that changed was the flower. It fell into the bag from all kinds of unbelievable angles.

If the world champion saw Lee Lingwei's performance, he would be so shocked that his mouth would be wide open. Then he said in a fluent London accent, "Oh, Mommy Mia, I'll buy it...

As Lee Lingwei harvested the balls one by one, Yuwen Qiang no longer had any intention of competing with Lee Lingwei.

The opponent's technique could no longer be described as human. This technique had completely surpassed the scope of humans. If not for the fact that the scene in front of him was too real, he would have thought that he was in a nightmare.

Yuwen Qiang rubbed his eyes hard until his tears were about to flow down. Only then did he confirm. This was indeed not a nightmare.

This fellow on the opposite side had really used his pole to knock the balls into his bag.

Dong.

The last ball also fell into his bag. Lee Lingwei calmly put away his pole and stood there. He looked at Yuwen Qiang, who had lost all his blood, and said with a smile, "I won."

"You won.." Yuwen Qiang lowered his head and said with a bitter and disappointed face.

He thought that he could give Lee Lingwei some face in the table tennis event that he was best at. Now it seemed that this was just his wishful thinking.

Although he didn't know what method Lee Lingwei used to defeat him. However, according to the records of his family, it was indeed possible for him to reach this stage when he had cultivated his martial arts to a high level.1

Flying flowers and plucking leaves could hurt people. The table tennis was probably no exception.

He could only blame himself for neglecting martial arts training, thinking that in the era of hot weapons, martial arts were useless "exercise.

"You must have used some special technique, right?" Yuwen Qiang's lips trembled. After a while, he finally could not help but ask.

"At least you have some knowledge." Lee Lingwei didn't deny it. His true strength was not enough for him.

"I did not lose unjustly." Although he was a little disappointed, Yuwen Qiang felt a little better. At least it was not that he couldn't beat others with a pool, but he lost somewhere else.

"If you are willing to bet, you must admit defeat. Later, I will invite someone to send me three membership cards." After calming down for a while and calming down, Yuwen Qiang looked at Lee Lingwei and said.

"Okay." Lee Lingwei said plainly. There was not much joy of winning in his tone. If he won too many times against Yuwen Qiang, he wouldn't feel any joy anymore!

"Let's go." Lee Lingwei looked at the two girls who were shocked and impressed, then he pulled them out of the lounge. Only Yuwen Qiang, who was deep in thought, was left behind.

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