Xiao Bei and the others waited and waited until the third or fourth place was decided. When the first and second places were decided, Song Dakang appeared where Maomao was just now.
Maomao held the racket in her right hand and was about to serve when she suddenly turned her head and saw her father standing there and waving his arms. She immediately revealed a big smile. When the referee blew the whistle, she threw the ping pong ball up high. At the same time, she leaned back slightly to the right. When the ball fell more than ten centimeters away from the table, she suddenly twisted her body and waved her arms.
The ball spun at high speed to the right and landed on her table. Then, it jumped to the table diagonally opposite her opponent. The first time the ball deviated a little, but when it landed on the table, the ball bounced to the opponent's left.
The opponent was a little boy. Without waiting for the ball to bounce too far, he stretched his arm forward and swatted it back. It seemed that he was not a mediocre player.
Maomao turned sideways and pulled her right hand up from her leg. When the ball flew over, it just happened to hit the racket. She increased the strength of her wrist and pulled the ball up, but at an even faster speed, it drew an arc and fell to the table on the opponent's right.
Seeing that he could not directly hit the ball back on the table, the little boy quickly moved his feet one step to the right. Facing the falling ball, not only did he not pull it up, but he cut it down. Using the spinning force of the ball, he chopped the ball back along the net.
Maomao swatted the ball back. The moment the racket touched the ball, her wrist trembled, and the ball was pushed to the little boy's left hand. The little boy supported his left foot and used his waist. His right foot stepped in front of his left leg. His right hand swatted down again, and the ball flew to the corner of the table on Maomao's right. Maomao quickly took two steps back, giving her right hand time to swing and pull the ball up again.
The two sides played back and forth. It was a thrilling game.
Xiao Bei's eyes widened. He stood up and said in surprise, "Is this a children's competition?"
"The opponent seems to have a good family education. Either that, or he's talented. It's not easy for Maomao to win." Xiao Yuan was also surprised. He had played a few times and knew that it looked like the two sides were hitting the ball back and forth. They wanted to make the opponent lose their position and be unable to exert force.
In reality, every time he hit the ball, not only did he have to face the opponent's spinning ball, but he also had to hit the ball back according to the direction of his own design. If it were him, the ball would have flown away by the time he hit the ball.
The two sides fought back and forth on the field, and the score was very tight. In the first round, Mao Mao won by a narrow margin with a score of 17 to 15, and then the second round began.
"Is that Mao Mao's father?" Xiao Bei didn't want to be affected too much by the competition, so he looked elsewhere. Suddenly, he saw an adult at the spot where Mao Mao had been standing. He raised his hands and shouted, so he guessed who it was.
"More or less. Shall we go over?" Little Yuan suggested.
"Let's go. Hurry up. Who knows, Mao Mao might end up winning both rounds. If we turn back, it'll be too chaotic." Xiao Bei called out and ran towards that direction from the aisle that the crowd had deliberately left open. The other eight people followed behind him.
When they squeezed near Maomao's father, the score on the field was Maomao 17 to 18 behind the opponent. In a fifteen-goal game, they actually played such a high score. The intensity of the competition between the two sides was evident.
"Excuse me, are you Song Maomao's father?" Xiao Bei asked Song Dakang, who was staring at the stage.
"Wait a moment. Didn't you watch the game?" Song Dakang had forgotten the purpose of his visit. He clenched his fists tightly and hated that he couldn't turn into a racket and fly over to help his daughter. He didn't want to hit the opponent's ball to the side of the table, making it impossible for the opponent to catch it.
As they spoke, the score on the field came out. Mao Mao had lost 17 to 19.
"Aiya, that brat doesn't know how to give in to my daughter? Her father wants to marry me? Dream on. Look at how my daughter is being bullied. She's sweating all over, "Song Dakang said with a gloomy face.
Xiao Bei and the others were speechless. The two sides knew each other, so it looked like they were going to marry each other.
"Boss Song, respect, do you understand? Playing nicely with Mao Mao is a form of respect for Mao Mao, just like my brother and sister. When the two of them are idle, they will argue, but my brother never gives in, "Xiao Bei said to Song Dakang.
The two sides on the field were taking a short break, drinking some water and wiping off their sweat. Song Dakang finally had the time to look at the person who was talking. When he heard her mention brother and sister, he suddenly realized that the one who liked to talk the most was Xiao Bei. He thought of his mission and asked, "Then who won the argument between your brother and your sister?"
"There was no winner or loser in the topic they were arguing about. As they argued, the topic would deviate very far. In the end, they found a common topic and began to discuss. Mao Mao, do your best. Don't be afraid of losing. Do your best. "
Xiao Bei had just said a few words when she saw that the third round was about to begin. It was also the deciding round. She jumped and shouted, and Xiao Yuan and the others cooperated and shouted together.
Song Dakang didn't think about the collaboration and waved his hand.
On the field, Mao Mao looked at her opponent and smiled. It just so happened that she was the one who served. She suddenly switched the racket from her right hand to her left hand, squinted her eyes, and said in a voice that her opponent could hear, "Not bad. It looks like your family found someone to specially train you. You were indeed very tenacious before, but did you know that my left hand is better than my right? Now, the game … officially begins. "
The little boy on the opposite side looked at his own two hands and was stunned. The game just now was already hard enough. It was too awkward for the opponent to suddenly switch hands. It couldn't be played like this. He hadn't studied how to deal with the spinning ball played by the left hand. Who in his family collected the information?
"I protest." The little boy raised his racket and shouted at the referee.
The referee made a hand gesture to signal for the game to be paused. He approached the little boy and asked him. After that, he softly communicated with the little boy and retreated, indicating that the game should continue.
The little boy looked depressed. It looked like his protest was ineffective.
Mao Mao threw the ball and pushed it with her left hand. The ball bounced twice on the table. The little boy caught the ball and it flew away.
"Mao Mao, aren't you supposed to serve the ball? Why aren't you turning it? " The little boy picked up the ball and returned it to Mao Mao. Normally, catching a spinning ball was a 100% success rate, but usually there was only a 50% success rate. This was because when you caught the ball, you had to turn it back. If you made a wrong judgment, the success rate would not be as good as in theory. There was a high possibility that the ball would fly away.
Just now, he wanted to turn it back, but the opponent didn't turn it.
"All is fair in war." Mao Mao didn't show any mercy. After that, she served the ball again. This time, when the racket touched the ball, it suddenly tilted back. At the same time, there was a pulling action. As a result, the ball rolled forward and spun down. The little boy made a horizontal cutting action to block the ball. He made a wrong judgment and the ball flew away from the top.
Then Mao Mao showed his power and made the opponent eat seven balls in a row. The little boy didn't get the right to serve and fell behind 0: 7.
The eighth ball was finally caught. Just as the ball was pulled to a far angle on the right side and hit Mao Mao's right hand, Mao Mao directly hit the little boy's left hand with his left hand. The little boy couldn't adjust and lost the ball.
Just now, he was at the right corner of his table and pulled the far angle. Now that the ball was spinning, he had to run back and step with his right foot and pull up with his right hand. But he didn't have the time. He had already lost his position.
The little boy was not used to Mao Mao's left hand. He understood that the left hand didn't mean that he was good. If he knew how to play, the opponent would face the same situation as him. If his position was uncomfortable, the opponent would also be uncomfortable, unless the opponent used two hands, but that was not allowed.
"Do you need me to give you a handicap?" After playing for a while, Mao Mao was leading 12: 0 and still had the right to serve.
The little boy lost miserably. When he heard Mao Mao's words, he hesitated for a moment and showed a disdainful expression. "Give me a handicap? Isn't it just a left hand? Next time, do you think I can't afford to lose? Serve. "
The two played back and forth. The little boy was affected by his mentality and played worse and worse. In the end, he lost 0: 15. It was a clean loss.
The audience couldn't believe what they saw. The first two games were so fierce. How could the third game be so obvious?
Mao Mao didn't look too happy when he won the game. Instead, he said to the little boy, "My father wants to talk about cooperation with Xiaobei. Maybe he will leave Yizhou in the future. My brother, sister, and I will have to go with him. We can't play with you."
The little boy was stunned. Winning or losing the competition seemed so insignificant at this moment. He felt very sad and asked, "Didn't we agree when we started school at the beginning of spring? When it rains during summer vacation, we'll go catch loaches and make them eat tofu. If you leave, I'll take the servants at home to catch loaches?"
"It was Xiaobei who said to cooperate with my father. You know that my family is short of money now." Mao Mao was also in a difficult position.
"Your father shouldn't have raised dogs. It's better to raise cows and sheep like my father. I will find my father and ask him to give your family money and not cooperate with Xiaobei," the little boy said angrily.
"Impossible. Xiaobei wants to cooperate with others. Who dares to disagree? Look, they are talking. "Mao Mao pointed at his father's position. There were a few children there.
"I'll go find Xiaobei," the little boy gritted his teeth and said.
"You can't stop them. That's Xiaobei, not Silly Boy and the others like us. Do you want to use your power or money to pressure them? You can catch loaches when you have time. "
"I'm not stupid. Why should I stop them? I'll tell them to cooperate. My family is fine too. You can count me in. That way, you don't have to worry about me not being able to catch loaches with you. "
"Who's worried? I'm not going to play with you." Mao Mao turned around and ran towards his father with the racket.
The little boy was shocked. He slapped the table and threw away the racket. He chased after his father and muttered, "You said that you would catch a lot of loach fish. Leave some for us and give the rest to others in school. You don't keep your word."
*****
"You won, you won. Mao Mao, you are so good. You can play with your left hand. 15 to 0. You are first." Xiaobei saw Mao Mao coming over and happily held his hand.
Mao Mao was not very happy. He forced a smile and nodded. "He is not used to my left hand. If there is a next time, he will definitely not lose so quickly. He learns very quickly."
"There are no ifs in a competition. The next time will be the next time. Although friendship is first, it is still like war. Success or failure depends on the hero. If there is an ifs, then perhaps you will practice better next time and win more easily."
Xiao Bei had already developed the habit of not regretting. She would sum up her failures, but she would not regret what she had done wrong in the past. That was useless. According to her brother and sister, living in a regretful memory would tire one to death, unless one wanted to be a saint. This was because even saints had times when they made mistakes. It was already good enough to be a saint.
Hence, Xiaobei and the others did not think about what ifs. If their brother and sister were not Xiao Bao and Cuckoo, then their lives would definitely not be as good as they were now. Would they commit suicide?
"You are Xiaobei? You want to cooperate with Mao Mao's father? "The little boy ran over and directly questioned Xiaobei.
"Back off." Xiaoyuan stopped him. He did not let the guards come over. Although the other party seemed to be one or two years older than him, he was taller and stronger. If they really fought, he, who had been trained regularly, could beat up the other party.
"What? Can't I ask? "The little boy did not care who the other party was at this moment.
"Okay, it's the same if you ask me. Ask." Xiaoyuan did not give in at all.
"Okay, do you want to cooperate with Mao Mao's father and let her move?"
"What's the matter? What does it have to do with you? "
"I … I made an agreement with her to bring her to catch loach fish. If she moves away, who will catch them?"
"You can't find anyone other than Mao Mao?"
"I can't find anyone. I just can't find anyone."
Mao Mao's father sighed and said to the little boy, "Huang Huang, come to uncle. Cooperation does not mean moving."
The little boy ran over and stood behind Mao Mao's father. "What if we move?"
"If we move, we'll bring you along to catch loaches with Mao Mao. Let's see if your father is willing," Song Dakang said with a smile.
"He's willing. I still have an older brother and a younger brother. Xiao Bei, my family can also cooperate with you. Count us in. My family raises many cows and sheep," the little boy named Huang Huang said to Xiao Bei.
Xiaoyuan, who had always thought that the little boy's attitude was bad, was angry. Before Xiao Bei could speak, he said, "We can't cooperate with just anyone. Mao Mao is good at basketball so we cooperate with her family. What's good about you?"
"What's bad about me?" Huang Huang retorted angrily.
"I know you want to play with Mao Mao," Xiaoyuan said.
"Yes, I just want to play with Mao Mao. What's wrong?" Huang Huang did not give in at all.
"Xiaoyuan!" Xiao Bei reminded him, meaning that he did not want to compete with others. In the end, just as she finished shouting, she was touched by her own brother, Xiaohai, who told her to be quiet.
Xiaoyuan scratched his head and said, "Those who are not capable can't play with Mao Mao. In the future, we will play with Mao Mao."
"Why?" Huang Huang did not give in.
"Because we see Mao Mao play hard and feel that her father is an open-minded and capable person. Therefore, we feel that from a young age to a great age, we can pass on the knowledge to her father and not be biased. If a girl meets here, the road will be wide. "
Xiaoyuan raised his chin and said to the little boy, Huang Huang.
Huang Huang glared at Xiaoyuan and looked up to meet Mao Mao's expectant eyes. He curled his lips and said, "Childhood sweethearts are always together. The gentleman says peony, and I say lotus. Xiaoyuan often follows Xiao Bei by her side. What is fate? "
Xiaoyuan blinked his eyes and looked at the boy, Huang Huang, in front of him again. He held his voice and said, "You … you are too mature."
"I just want to play with Mao Mao. Don't set a trap for me," Huang Huang looked at Mao Mao and said embarrassedly.
"Okay, I'll give you a chance. Let your father come over and talk about cooperation." Xiao Bei decided. With Huang Huang's literary skills, she believed that the adults in his family would not be bad. It was a cooperation, so they had to find a suitable person.
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