Real Madrid, who are watching the table tennis game, made a fool collectively: What's the situation?
Zhuo Yang said: "Mr. Luo, my cleaner wants to play a game with you."
C Luo opened his mouth like a fool, looked at Zhuo Yang and then Liu Guoliang. He didn't react for a long time what Zhuo Yang meant. After coming back to his senses, C Luo pointed at himself and again. Liu Guoliang asked Zhuo Yang with his eyes: Are you serious?
"Do you dare? Don't you fucking nonsense. If you don't dare to hit me, you will leave immediately. The family is waiting for him to go back and clean the glass."
Even though he knew it was an aggressive general, Ronaldo couldn't bear it. He closed his mouth with a 'slap' and asked, "How to fight?"
Liu Guoliang said: "It's okay to get it. I'm in a hurry to go back and clear the toilet."
C Luo felt that he was ignored and had a premonition that the person coming was definitely not as simple as he looked. Chinese people were born to play table tennis, and Zhuo Yang was an exception like a lonely star, but this fat man should be born to Chinese.
C Luo swallowed, he had already begun to treat the vulgar fat man as a master of table tennis. But C Luo was also an extremely conceited person, and he was quite confident in his table tennis level. China's national players are definitely not comparable, second-rate national players, and second-rate players. It probably won't work, but Ronaldo probably has a dozen others left.
Your heart is higher than the sky, but your vision determines your world.
C Luo said with a little hesitation: "11-point system, two wins in three games?"
Liu Guoliang: "Yes."
C Luo asked: "Where is your beat?"
Any table tennis player who pays more attention to has his own special beats, and many people even carry glue with them, so they will stick rubber on the spot before playing. Not to mention how they play, at least the outfit should be professional. It is said that the most depressing sentence on the basketball field is 'Your shoes are fake'.
Liu Guoliang blinked his eyes: "No."
What is the way to do this middle-aged fat man? Ronaldo feels more and more serious.
"Then I'll lend you one?" he asked.
Liu Guoliang stretched out his hand and said, "Give it."
C Luo: "..."
Master Shui Ramos handed Zhuo Yang the beat in his hand. He was not a high-end product, but the kind sold at ordinary sports goods stores. He usually threw it here, and it didn't matter if it was lost.
Liu Guoliang took this inferior beat and didn't look at it at all. "Okay, come on."
Everyone moved aside, Liu Guoliang walked to the stage, and Ronaldo threw the ball over: "You are a guest, you serve first."
Liu Guoliang caught the ball and threw it back to him. "You send it, don't talk too much."
C Luo held the ping-pong ball with one hand and made a good posture on his side. Although Zhuo Yang had never played before, he knew what Liu Guoliang looked like when he held a racket. It was called a straight hold or a straight board, but Master Liu was like holding it now. He held it straight and straight, unlike playing basketball, but rather like a society preparing to chop people.
C Luo served the ball, threw it high with his left hand, and suddenly used the inertia of the ball to drop and suddenly emitted the left downward spin ball. It was definitely a decent appearance, and he is worthy of being the leader of the football industry.
‘Ding’, after the ball crossed the net, he bounced on the table here and then fell off the table. Liu Guoliang didn’t answer at all.
"I forgot, I haven't taken off my clothes yet." I put the beat on the table and started taking off my down jacket. "You'll get one point."
C Luo: "..." This is 1:0?
Throwing the fiery red down jacket to Zhuo Yang, Liu Guoliang held the kitchen knife again and nodded at Luo Luo: "Yes."
Zhuo Yang could no longer hold it in.
C Luo quickly recalled whether he had made any taboos today, and it seemed that he had not hit any gods.
It's still a lower spin serving on the left side, but this time Ronaldo throws the ball higher, so the ball's falling force will be more powerful, and if you play well, you can load more spins.
"Ding" The ball bounced across the table and fell to the ground again, but Liu Guoliang still didn't answer. He picked up the beat in his hand and held it in front of him and looked carefully, as if it was the first time in his life that he had seen this thing.
"I forgot, I can't use this kind of beat." Liu Guoliang said: "You'll get another point."
This is 2:0? Ronaldo doesn't know what is going on.
Liu Guoliang returned the beat to Zhuo Yang: "Thank you guy."
"I'll find one for you, which beat you are using."
"I'll find it myself."
Liu Guoliang said, took his fiery red down jacket from Zhuo Yang's arms, fumbled in the lining pocket for a while, and took out his wallet.
Open the wallet, pick it left and right inside, take out a Visa credit card from Bank of China, and swayed it at Ronaldo with three fingers.
“I use this.”
Zhuo Yang almost knelt down when his legs were weak, and the onlookers almost knelt down collectively. "Cang" and Ronaldo's lash fell to the ground, his mouth was so open that he could stuff one of Pepe's fists.
The Chinese table tennis straight board Liu Tianwang wants to use a credit card to fight the Portuguese football king Luo Tianwang. I don’t know if this matter will be recorded in the history of table tennis or football in the future, and it may become a beautiful story in the banking industry.
When Zhuo Yang was translating to both sides, he could hardly straighten his waist and the expression on his face was very hard.
He never doubted that Liu Guoliang could easily defeat C Ronaldo. Even if he retired for 10,000 years, the gap between the two was at the galaxy level. In fact, from the perspective of realm, Liu Guoliang and C Ronaldo did not play the same sport at all.
Zhuo Yang didn't know if Liu Guoliang could beat Ronaldo by changing the beat to a credit card, but the outcome was no longer important. Brother Liu played this way and his goal was achieved. Today is not for Ronaldo. Life is just a play with him.
Liu Guoliang played with a straight board near-table fast attack type. The straight board playing style was not invented by the Chinese because table tennis was not invented by the Chinese, but the straight board playing style was promoted by the Chinese, allowing it to stand with the horizontal board playing style. In the world, before Chinese people played table tennis, table tennis was the world of horizontal boards.
The Chinese have brought the straight board to the pinnacle and have innovated most of the straight board small techniques. Liu Guoliang is such a lonely master with unpredictable straight board style. Compared with horizontal boards, the weakness of straight boards lies in the backhand and reverse glue. , but it is more conducive to the wrist playing with strong and weird arc rotation.
But today Liu Guoliang does not have long or regular glue on the beat, nor any rubber, nor even the beat. A credit card naturally cannot play the arc spin that the straight board is best at. But for Liu Guoliang, it is just one C Luo, do you still need arc rotation?
C Luo was about to go crazy, and he didn't dare to be careless at all. After picking up the slap on the ground, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. His legs were still on his back, which was the round compass before he kicked a free kick on the turf. This shows his serious attitude when preparing for the movement.
After opening his eyes, Ronaldo's eyes shot out a breathtaking brilliance. At this moment, the heroic Ronaldo and the lazy and vulgar Fatty Liu formed a sharp contrast. Lu Bu and Zhang Song were facing each other and had a look.
He threw the white ball high with his left hand, almost hitting the ceiling of the house. The ball fell from the sky and fell rapidly. Ronaldo's right hand suddenly cut inward with a backhand, and another left-side down-spin ball was shot out.
This should be his best serving technique, with a very high quality, but the ball has a very short landing point and will not be released after the rebound.
The fat man's indifferent arm suddenly moved, and he saw the credit card in his hand raising, so fast that he could hardly see the movements clearly with his naked eyes. He heard the sound of "bang" in his ears, and the ball was pulled back to the opposite table. It was not too late to Ronaldo.
The reaction of the backhand ball table jumped to the distant corner of the wall.
Chapter completed!