Table tennis: Swinging the racket billions of times, achieving a grand slam

Chapter 118: Fighting against Francesca, this is the real master!

After hearing Wang Hao's voice, Li Qian felt a chill in his chest.

Is this just to boost Chen Jin's confidence, or does Wang Hao really believe that with Chen Jin's strength, he can defeat Francesca?

At the Saudi Grand Slam a few months ago, Francesca defeated Fan Zhendong 3:2 and advanced to the next round.

At that time, Fan Zhendong's off-court coach was Wang Hao.

The loss in this game was not because Wang Hao’s tactical arrangements were not targeted.

Instead, Fan Zhendong's condition declined and he made too many mistakes, which led to the loss of the game.

In other words, Wang Hao has a good understanding of Francesca's playing style and strength.

Now, Wang Hao dares to make the judgment that "Chen Jin is not inferior to Francesca", either he has not woken up yet, or he trusts Chen Jin.

Li Qian hesitated for a moment and replied, "I understand."

"Coach Wang, there is another semi-final match between Xie Mingyang and Dako this afternoon."

Shortly after.

Received two or three voice messages again.

Each voice message is sixty seconds long.

Li Qian listened carefully one by one, and finally felt a little more confident: "I understand. Thank you Coach Wang for your off-court guidance."

"By the way, tell Chen Jin for me."

Wang Hao sent a voice message, "There is still one wild card spot for men's singles in the Macau Championship that has not been confirmed."

Macau Championship?
Li Qian was a little confused. Why would Coach Wang mention the Macau Championship for no reason?
Does the coaching staff want to reserve the men's singles wildcard spot for the Macau Championship for Chen Jin?

"Fuck!"

Li Qian was shocked. "If that's true, this is the first time that the national table tennis team has spared no effort to train a new player."

"Is a new generation of prince about to appear?"

however.

During these days of getting along with Chen Jin and others, Li Qian clearly felt that Xie Mingyang seemed to have more potential to be the crown prince.

"There must be something fishy going on here."

It's a pity that he is just a small coach of the second team and doesn't know what his superiors are thinking.

Just as Li Qian was thinking.

But Chen Jin and Li Linghan came over happily wearing gold medals and holding trophies.

"Teacher Li, did you bring your cell phone?"

Chen Jin smiled and said, "That's great, let's take a photo together."

After a sound of "cheese".

The smiling faces of the three people were frozen in this photo.

Many years later, at the Olympics, Li Linghan represented the French women's team and met Chen Jin.

While the two were having dinner, Li Linghan found this photo from her cell phone album.

"I've changed several mobile phones over the years, but I've always kept this photo."

"This is my first international championship and also the only mixed doubles championship in my life."

This is later.

After winning the mixed doubles championship, Li Linghan's competition this time was a success.

But Chen Jin's game is still going on.

"Four forty."

Li Qian glanced at the time, "I still have half an hour to rest and recover my strength."

"Chen Jin, come on."

Li Linghan looked at Chen Jin with eyes full of trust, "I believe you can make it to the finals and win the championship."

"Thanks."

Chen Jin smiled and clapped hands with Li Linghan.

Then he left with Li Qian and hurried to the training ground.

The men's doubles match between Zhang Jiahao and Xie Mingyang had already ended, and they also advanced to the finals.

At this time, Zhang Jiahao was practicing with Xie Mingyang in preparation for the semi-finals.

Chen Jin was holding the trophy in his hand, but the medal was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Jiahao immediately rushed over and took the trophy from Chen Jin, drooling with envy: "Wow wow wow wow... champion!"

"Our first championship in an international competition!"

Zhang Jiahao held the trophy and rubbed it hard. Looking intoxicated, he seemed like he was rubbing his lover's arms.

"Brother Jin, where's the gold medal?"

Zhang Jiahao reacted suddenly.

"In the bag."

Chen Jin smiled.

"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me quickly."

Zhang Jiahao couldn't wait.

Zhang Jiahao took out the gold medal from his bag, snatched it, put it on himself, held the trophy high, and looked very proud.

"We are the champions, and we will always be the champions!"

Ignoring the strange looks from the audience, Zhang Jiahao raised his arms and shouted.

"A treasure from the present world!"

Chen Jin cursed with a low laugh, "This medal and trophy is mine, and yours is yours. Go get it yourself tomorrow."

"I'll absorb the champion's luck so that I can perform better tomorrow."

Zhang Jiahao grinned, "Brother Jin, I don't care. I have to hold them to sleep tonight."

"Fuck, can I still keep my medals and trophies in the future?"

Chen Jin pretended to take it back, "Give it back to me quickly."

"No!"

Zhang Jiahao dodged with a smile, "Brother Jin, don't be so petty."

While they were playing, Xie Mingyang wiped his sweat, walked over and said, "Congratulations."

Although the mixed doubles championship is far less valuable than a singles championship, it is still a championship after all.

What's more, this is their first championship of this trip, which is of great significance.

"Thanks."

Chen Jin nodded, "Good luck in the semifinals."

"You too."

Xie Mingyang said in a deep voice.

Next, Chen Jin did not engage in training. Apart from resting and replenishing energy, he just did some simple warm-up exercises to adjust and maintain his physical condition.

Time passed quickly.

As soon as five o'clock arrived, Chen Jin went to the backstage of the stadium and waited in advance.

Before leaving, Zhang Jiahao put away his usual playful smile and said, "Brother Jin, you must win."

"Ah."

Chen Jin waved his hand and left the training hall without looking back.

Zhang Jiahao's tone-deaf singing voice like a ghost's howl came from behind: "Sister, go forward bravely, go forward, don't look back..."

Backstage at the stadium.

Francesca had been waiting for a long time.

Knowing that they were opponents in this game, the two nodded to each other and then fell silent.

There were staff members walking back and forth at the scene.

But Chen Jin and Francesca were immersed in their own worlds, seeming not to see it.

Chen Jin stood there quietly, moving his fingers and wrists.

Francesca, on the other hand, was doing some simple stretching movements.

Ten past five.

Inside the stadium, music is a big hit.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Jin took the lead.

Francesca followed closely behind.

Looking around, there were slightly more spectators in the stands than in the mixed doubles final.

The two stood on either side of the referee.

"Green or pink?"

The referee asked after looking at Chen Jin and Francesca.

Francesca smiled and raised her hand, signaling Chen Jin to make a choice.

"pink."

Chen Jin did not hesitate.

I tossed the coin casually, and it fell, revealing that the side was pink.

Chen Jin got the serve.

Back at the sidelines, Li Qian was ready for battle.

"Chen Jin, I have contacted head coach Wang Hao before, and he asked me to tell you two things."

Li Qian said seriously.

"what's up?"

Chen Jin couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"First of all, Coach Wang said that your strength is not inferior to Francesca's. The only thing you may lose is your on-the-spot experience."

Hearing this, Chen Jin understood immediately: "I understand."

It is obvious that in addition to encouragement, Wang Hao's words also wanted to tell Chen Jin that even if he lost to Francesca, it was not a problem of his strength, but a lack of competition experience.

As for experience, the only way to make up for it is to participate in more competitions.

"The second thing..."

Li Qian continued, "Coach Wang asked me to tell you that there is still one wildcard spot for the Macau Championships that is pending. As long as you can...if you can make it to the finals, this wildcard spot will be yours."

The last sentence was obviously added by him on his own initiative.

"Teacher Li, you..."

Chen Jin smiled and said, "It's not about reaching the finals, but winning the championship."

"This is the agreement between me and Coach Liu."

Li Qian was slightly startled: "Coach Liu?"

In the national table tennis team, there is only one Coach Liu, and that is Liu Guoliang.

Although he didn't know the specific situation, Li Qian naturally didn't want to ask more questions under such circumstances.

"No matter what, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Li Qian said, "Don't be anxious. Take it one shot at a time. Pay attention to the connection and reduce mistakes. We may be able to defeat Francesca."

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded.

"Chen Jin, to be honest, before this, I didn't think you could make it to the finals, let alone win the championship."

Li Qian looked at Chen Jin and said solemnly, "However, the charm of competitive sports lies in breaking all doubts, defeating the strong with the weak, and defeating the strong with the weak."

"So, go for it and make all your opponents tremble in fear!"

A meal of aged hen soup, regardless of its nutritional value, is definitely filling and filling.

Chen Jin drank first as a sign of respect.

There seemed to be flames dancing in the pupils.

At the referee's reminder and with Li Qian's encouragement, Chen Jin trotted into the field.

Start pre-match sparring with Francesca.

In just a few rounds, Chen Jin discovered that whether it was a forehand pull or a backhand tear, Francesca's strength was unmatched by her previous opponents.

Moreover, Francesca has been famous for a long time and has been competing in the arena for many years.

Just as Wang Hao said, Francesca's ability to read the game may be far superior to Chen Jin's.

What's more, although Francesca did not participate in the Paris Olympics, she defeated Fan Zhendong and reached the finals in the Saudi Grand Slam.

Its momentum is still sharp and its edge remains to this day.

"It is my honor to fight with such a master."

Chen Jin was not nervous at all, but became more and more excited. "It was our first match, and we were not familiar with each other. We would definitely test the first few balls."

"Let's test Francesca's strength in the first game. Even if we lose, it doesn't matter."

"I heard that Francesca has a strong backhand, so I'll use him to test my backhand ability."

The two minutes of sparring passed quickly.

The competition is about to officially begin.

But Chen Jin and Francesca walked towards the referee's table, picked up the towel and wiped the sweat off their face. Li Qian sat on the sidelines, secretly clenching his fists. He was nervous and fidgety.

My heart was beating like a drum, and my legs felt hollow. I couldn't help but tremble wildly: "I'm so nervous, so nervous, I really want to go to the bathroom."

In contrast, Chen Jin, the person involved, was much calmer than Li Qian.

Chen Jin casually caught the ping-pong ball thrown by the referee, stood to one side of the table, stretched his hands and feet, and glanced at the opposite side.

Francesca leaned down, almost level with the table, ready to receive the serve.

"Da da da, da da da..."

The bouncing sound of the ping-pong ball echoed softly in the silent arena.

The moment Chen Jin threw the ball up, the game officially began.

"laugh--"

The rubber rubs against the ping-pong ball hard, instantly creating an extremely strong spin.

Short ball down the side, left of center.

Francesca stepped up quickly and swung briefly.

The moment he touched the ball, Francesca raised an eyebrow: "It's getting better."

If your mind doesn't change, you will be caught in the net.

1: 0.

Chen Jin got off to a good start.

"Cuo Le——"

Although it was not a brilliant shot, Li Qian outside the court still shouted to vent his inner tension.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's serve had such strong spin. Francesca frowned and made short movements with his hands.

Judging from his expression, he was obviously dissatisfied with the way the ball was handled.

In fact, Chen Jin intentionally served with a lot of spin in order to tell Francesca: "My serve is very spiny, just receive it honestly and don't try to control my rhythm on the table."

As it turns out, he did.

Francesca also realized that the opponent's serve was not ordinary and must be treated with caution.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Jin served again.

There is not much change in the rotation and landing point.

Francesca stepped forward and made a short pass, and Chen Jin swung back to the opponent's backhand position.

"Snapped!"

Francesca suddenly threw backhand.

Use force to counteract rotation.

Before Chen Jin could even react, his backhand position had been penetrated.

1: 1.

Chen Jin was stunned for a moment: "This backhand is really outrageous!"

The swing he made just now was rotating in an arc. Although it had some flaws, it was still of high quality.

If it had been the previous opponents, whether it was Xie Mingyang or Tanaka Yuta, facing this ball, the most they could do was to twist and pull it with their backhand.

however.

Francesca's backhand was completely unreasonable and was a direct explosive hit.

The rate of taking the stage is still very high.

"Master!"

Chen Jin became more and more excited, "This is a true master!"

The spirit is greatly lifted and the attention is more focused.

Change sides to serve.

Francesca glanced at Chen Jin and served a long backhand ball.

It was obvious that, like Chen Jin, he also had the intention of testing others during their first fight.

He wanted to test Chen Jin's backhand by serving the ball.

Fortunately, Chen Jin was watching closely.

The moment he served, he had already stepped back half a step from the table to create more space for hitting the ball.

Otherwise, once the ball is blocked and the quality of the return ball is not high, it will definitely be rushed away by Francesca.

Chen Jin tensed his waist and abdomen, pushed his body forward, and used his forearms and wrists to tear with force.

"Snapped!"

The force and speed were so great that Francesca gasped.

I thought Chen Jin would be blocked by this ball.

Unexpectedly, the other party was well prepared.

The quality of his return was so high that he didn't look like a teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old at all.

In a trance.

Francesca seemed to see another European straight-haired boy wearing glasses.

As expected of a European star, Francesca reacted extremely quickly.

Take a half step back and attack the middle.

Chen Jin stood in the middle of the table, quickly switched to the forehand, and rushed straight.

The landing point is also Francesca's middle position.

Francesca is tall and has long arms, so he can protect a large area of ​​the table, which is his advantage.

But at this moment, the advantage turned into a weakness.

Chen Jin's explosive rush down the middle squeezed his body, and he couldn't stretch his arms, making it difficult for him to hit the ball.

In desperation, he had to block the ball with his forehand.

Knowing that he was about to face a ruthless charge from his opponent, Francesca pushed his feet back suddenly and retreated to the middle and far distance.

Unsurprisingly.

But Chen Jin's face was full of murderous intent, and he was ready to smash the ball with great force.

Francesca bent her body slightly, ready for battle.

however.

Unexpectedly.

Chen Jin did not smash the ball to the end, but suddenly changed his tactics in the middle, and suddenly retracted his body and arms.

——Suck short!
Ma Lin style straight board sucks short!
(End of this chapter)