When I was seven years old, my grandfather often asked me to play table tennis. I was annoyed at that time, but now I like it very much. As soon as I went to my grandfather's house, I immediately "one-on-one" with my brother.
Just the other day, my brother bought a pair of horizontal racket, which is so awesome that he always shows it off in front of me. I was very angry and decided to fight him.
"Go!" With grandpa's loud cry, my heart jumped like a fly at once. Fortunately, my brother got a long ball, and I immediately pulled up my best ultra-low ball. Brother said, "But it's useless, I won't eat!" " "Then the right hand spiked and the ball bounced like a reflection. I quickly thought: how to fight? By the way, a super high ball, I saw the ball running towards me. I reached under the table, and when the time came, it flew. The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, just landed on the edge of the table, and fell to the ground with a bang. " I won! I won! "I cheered.
Next is the most exciting moment. If I win, then he will lose the whole game. If he wins, then he still has a chance. And then it started. My brother propped up the floor sideways and sweated on his hands, which shows that he is very nervous. This time, I stood far away, threw the ball out and hit it hard. The ball flew by quickly, only to hear a clear "ping". The ball landed on his desk. Seeing that my brother is still the same as before-spike, I also used a super high ball to see what he can do, so I am relieved. Unexpectedly, he actually came back.
I refuse to accept it, and my brother can't get it back after a long time. I won, and I jumped more than three feet for joy. Afterwards, I said to my brother, "Hey, it seems that you can't do it!" My brother and I both smiled sweetly.