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

Chapter 12 [012] Battle against Xie Mingyang (3)

6: 0.

According to the rules of the game, after six points in each game, athletes from both sides can wipe their sweat and take a break.

Although the time is short, we can take this opportunity to adjust the rhythm and think about tactics.

Xie Mingyang took the towel, covered his head with it, and began to wipe it vigorously.

"The last few balls proved that I will definitely lose in the small ball control competition."

"It's better to give it a try and fight this guy head-on. Maybe there's still a chance to turn defeat into victory."

"It will be my turn to serve later, I must seize the opportunity!"

Xie Mingyang took the towel away, revealing a pair of determined eyes, "Hit the long ball, hit the forehand and backhand hard!"

Put down the towel and get back on the court.

Both of them jumped on the spot, roared twice, and then prepared to receive the serve.

"Six to zero."

Li Qian raised his hand, "Xie Mingyang serves."

Toss the ball and draw the racket.

Xie Mingyang made a fake move to serve a backspin ball.

At the moment of contact with the ball, the racket shape changes suddenly.

A fast and long ball rushed towards Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

"Want to steal my long ball?"

Fortunately, Chen Jin watched the ball carefully and did not let down his guard just because he was leading.

He keenly noticed Xie Mingyang's small movements when serving.

Almost a reflex.

Chen Jin predicted Xie Mingyang's intention in advance.

He immediately stepped back from the table to avoid being hit by this long and fast ball and falling into a passive situation.

"Snapped!"

Aiming at the highest point of the incoming ball, Chen Jin easily resolved it with a backhand quick tear.

Of course, Xie Mingyang didn't think that he could kill the opponent by stealing a quick move.

I have already prepared for the next step.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The sound of the ball exploding echoed throughout the training hall.

Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang fought backhand to backhand and the fight lasted for seven or eight rounds.

Moreover, the quality of his shots was so high that the spectators around him were amazed.

In the case of a multi-board stalemate.

To win this ball, you either need to increase the mass to directly penetrate the opponent, or change the line to hit the landing point.

The way to win seems simple, but putting it into practice is another matter.

He could clearly feel the opponent's backhand bursting, each shot heavier than the last. Xie Mingyang knew that if he didn't make any adjustments, he would not be able to withstand the opponent's bombardment.

Seeing Chen Jin tearing the board apart again, Xie Mingyang gritted his teeth and said, "Fortune comes from risk."

He turned his body slightly and pressed the board with his wrist. With the help of Chen Jin's terrifying explosive force, he changed the direction of the ping-pong ball and pressed it towards Chen Jin's forehand corner.

however.

The force of Chen Jin's explosive tearing was so amazing that not only his peers but even adults could only marvel at it.

Xie Mingyang has tried his best to keep his body's center of gravity, and his fingers and wrists are pressing down on the board tightly, trying to hold the ball with all his strength.

But in the end, it failed.

The ping-pong ball did not fall into the opponent's table, but flew straight out of bounds.

7: 0.

Looking at the scoreboard, Xie Mingyang showed a bit of regret on his face: "What a pity, it was just a little short."

Although we still lost the game, at least we fought with the opponent for so many rounds.

This shows that there is nothing wrong with my tactics.

Must be implemented resolutely!

Therefore, Xie Mingyang still chose to steal the ball in his next serve.

He successfully fought with Chen Jin again in the backhand position, forming a multi-board stalemate.

But this time, without waiting for Xie Mingyang to change lanes.

Chen Jin took the initiative to draw a straight line, catching Xie Mingyang off guard.

0: 8.

Change sides to serve.

Next, as Xie Mingyang's serve went out of bounds, another serve was halfway out of the table and was rushed away by Chen Jin.

The score was 10:0. The newly crowned champion of the Youth Championship was beaten without any chance of fighting back by an unknown boy with a straight-blade.

Such a result was unexpected not only for the talented young people who participated in the trials, but also for Li Qian, the head coach.

"I thought there might be some difference in their abilities, but I didn't expect the gap to be so huge."

"Ten to zero, Xie Mingyang won't have his head shaved, right?"

"Not beating the opponent by 11 to 0 is a fine tradition of our national table tennis team."

"We haven't made the national table tennis team yet, have we? Besides, when I watched a match before, Sasha, Datou and the others shaved their opponents' heads bald."

"The game is not just about fighting, it also involves human relationships. I guess Chen Jin will definitely let the ball go."

"It's the last ball. Xie Mingyang has to fight for it with all his might."

"As the champion of the Youth Championship, he has fallen to the point where he needs to be handed over a ball to win a match. I think after this match, Xie Mingyang must be heartbroken."

……

The discussions of the people on the sidelines did not affect the two people in the game.

The serve right returned to Xie Mingyang again.

Xie Mingyang had a blank expression on his face. After throwing the ball, he gently hit it under the table.

Then, put down the racket.

He bent over, picked up the towel under the pool table, and wiped his sweaty forehead.

"???"

Chen Jin was stunned for a moment, "What's going on?"

"It's ten to zero. I'm afraid you'll let me pass. I can't afford to lose face. I might as well commit suicide."

Xie Mingyang said coldly.

"How did you know I would let you pass?"

Chen Jin smiled bitterly, "When I play, I try my best for every ball and never give up the ball intentionally."

"hehe."

Xie Mingyang sneered twice, wiped the sweat off his face, and walked to the side.

The first round is over, take a one-minute break.

Zhang Jiahao had already prepared a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Chen Jin with a smile: "Brother Jin, you are awesome, you are my idol."

"What did you call me?"

Chen Jin tilted his head back to drink water and rolled his eyes.

"Father!"

Zhang Jiahao shouted so smoothly, "Don't be lenient in the second round. If you can shave his head, you won't let him win even a single point."

"Do you think I'll let the ball go?"

"No, absolutely not."

And the other side.

Xie Mingyang returned to his teammates and drank half a bottle of mineral water in one breath.

"Brother Yang, I think you shouldn't fight that guy head-on with your backhand. Try changing the line and hitting the bottom."

Teammates become off-field coaches.

"You think I didn't try?"

Xie Mingyang said unhappily, "Do you think it's so easy to change the line and hit the drop point? If you think you can do it, why don't you go on stage and try it?"

"Your championship was shaved off... you lost, I didn't even make it to the quarterfinals..."

The team members looked bitter.

Glancing at his teammates expressionlessly, Xie Mingyang threw the unfinished bottle of mineral water on the ground, wiped his sweat with a towel, and returned to the court.

"How should we play this game?"

Xie Mingyang's mind raced.

The small ball on the table is definitely no match.

The offensive and defensive stalemate of topspin balls requires basic skills and hard power, and there may still be some chance.

"When receiving serve, don't always think about how to limit the opponent's hand, you have to find a way to drag him into my rhythm."

"When serving, add more variations, mix backspin, no spin, short balls, long balls, and you can also try counter-spin."

"Pay attention to the connection with the next board."

"Yes, just fight like this."

"Xie Mingyang, you can do it!"

“Heheheha, get excited, get motivated, come on!”

In just ten seconds.

Xie Mingyang summed up the disastrous defeat in the first game, combined with his own advantages, racked his brains and came up with many techniques and tactics to defeat his opponent.

But he never thought of giving up.

Even though he had his head shaved in public, he still lost the first game 11-0.

(End of this chapter)