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

Chapter 120: Offensive and defensive battle, Chen Jin and Francesca's ultimate confrontation! (5K)

7: 4.

Although they have a three-point advantage, the game is not over yet and there is still a possibility of a reversal.

Francesca knew that her top priority was to find ways to curb Chen Jin's momentum of chasing points.

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

There was silence.

The ping-pong ball bounced gently, making a series of quick and crisp sounds.

He glanced at Chen Jin opposite him and saw that his eyes were firm, without any sign of impatience or panic.

Francesca thought for a moment.

Immediately lower your body, throw the ball and lead the racket.

Short ball down the side, slightly right of center.

Originally, he wanted to grow secretly.

But think about it, stealing and growing is a high-return and high-risk move.

I am now in the advantage, I just need to hold on and keep the score as it is. There is no need to take risks.

The one who should be anxious is the opponent.

What's more, Chen Jin's position was also to prevent him from sneaking forward.

Therefore, Francesca finally chose the safer serve.

Faced with such a conservative serve, Chen Jin did not serve it short.

Instead, he chopped it long and headed straight for Francesca's backhand baseline.

Chen Jin’s idea is very simple.

It is obvious that Francesca has realized that the quality of Chen Jin's forehand and backhand is comparable to his.

A head-on confrontation is never a good idea.

His current fighting style is to try to avoid a stalemate with Chen Jin.

By changing the landing point, Chen Jin's active force can be restricted.

Then, look for an opportunity and kill with one blow.

In other words, Francesca was afraid and a little cowardly.

Chen Jin naturally couldn't fall into Francesca's game rhythm.

We must find a way to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

The more your opponent fears something, the more he will want to attack it!
Beat your opponent until he completely surrenders!

Since you don't dare to confront me head-on, I will force you to do it!

but.

Francesca was not unprepared for Chen Jin's long chop.

Even predict in advance and retreat.

Twist your waist and hips, then swing backhand.

"Snapped!"

There are no tricks.

One force can defeat ten!

Use absolute violence to offset the rotation.

The speed is fast and the arc is low.

Like a cannonball, it hit Chen Jin's backhand.

This backhand swipe is Francesca's ultimate scoring move!

Once it is unleashed, few people in the world will be able to withstand it.

Those who can withstand it are all world-class masters.

For example, Ma Taki.

For example, Fan Zhendong.

Francesca was full of confidence. He believed that this shot would instantly penetrate Chen Jin's backhand.

"Hey, boy."

"If you can catch my ball, you will definitely be at the top of the world table tennis world in the future."

The mind has not changed.

next second.

The confident smile on Francesca's face suddenly froze as if it had encountered an unprecedented cold wave.

What replaced it was the unexpected and unbelievable.

"WTF?!"

Francesca's eyes widened.

As if assisted by God, Chen Jin not only blocked Francesca's unstoppable backhand lob.

What's even more outrageous is.

He even used the opponent's force to his advantage and tore a straight line with his backhand!

Francesca was stunned: "You can catch this?"

I thought the ball was a one-shot shot.

Therefore, he didn't have time to connect to the next board.

I could only watch helplessly as the ping-pong ball hit my forehand like lightning.

in the audience.

Seeing Francesca's violent backhand throw, everyone exclaimed in unison.

But no one expected that Chen Jin could take advantage of the situation and tear back the straight line.

"Wow!"

There were waves of gasps and exclamations, one after another.

The last row, in a corner where no one cares.

Li Linghan curled up her body, clenched her fists tightly, placed them in front of her chest, and looked at the field nervously.

Seeing Chen Jin turn the situation around in one fell swoop, he couldn't help but jump up and shouted excitedly: "Wow——"

Can jump halfway.

When he realized something was wrong, he retreated.

The excitement and excitement on his face could not be faded and were beyond words.

Inside the venue.

Another person who was as excited as Li Linghan was Li Qian.

"Cuo Le!"

"Zhu--"

Li Qian clenched his fists, jumped up suddenly, and roared angrily, like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

Full of momentum.

After the score was tied at 3-3, Francesca scored four points in a row, making Li Qian so nervous that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

Li Qian was worried that Chen Jin's mentality would explode, and he almost couldn't help but want to call a timeout for Chen Jin.

however.

According to the competition rules, in a game, both players and coaches have only one chance to call a timeout.

If a timeout was called in the first game, it would be very disadvantageous for the following games.

Li Qian barely managed to hold back his impulse.

At this time, you can only choose to trust Chen Jin.

As it turned out, Chen Jin did not let Li Qian down and immediately scored two points.

Especially the ball just now.

He withstood Francesca's ultimate backhand attack.

Chen Jin’s morale boosted!

As one side gained, the other side lost. Chen Jin caught up with the score aggressively and the pressure shifted to Francesca.

Of course, as a thirty-year-old veteran, Francesca's mentality and competition experience are not comparable to those of young players like Yuta Tanaka.

He quickly calmed down from the shock and felt no emotion at all.

After all, his score was still ahead and he still had the advantage.

"Five seven."

The referee raised his hand and Chen Jin passed the ball.

After hitting an exciting and beautiful ball, the expression on Chen Jin's face was as calm as an ancient well.

With a calm expression on his face, he walked to the referee's table, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his face and hands.

"Five to seven."

Back at the table, Chen Jin caught the ping-pong ball thrown by the referee and kept reminding himself in his heart, "One point at a time, don't be anxious, catch up slowly."

The stronger the opponent, the more stable you must be.

Once you become impatient, you will inevitably make more mistakes.

The competition between masters is essentially a competition of who can keep calm and who makes fewer mistakes.

Hook serve.

Counter side spin.

Forehand small triangle.

The moment he served the ball, Chen Jin moved his feet and took half a step back.

Francesca took a quick step forward, grabbed the forehand position, and hit the ball back to Chen Jin's center line.

"You don't even lob the ball?"

Chen Jin kicked with his left leg, stepped forward with his right leg, and passed a long backhand ball to the opponent.

Francesca's feet were not firmly planted yet, so he couldn't exert any force to attack.

Backhand forward straight line.

Chen Jin had already stood in the middle of the table and hit Francesca's center line.

Although the landing point of this ball was a little bit stuck to Francesca's position, Francesca used his strong wrist to backhand and forced a change of direction.

The ping-pong ball flew quickly towards the small triangle on Chen Jin's right half of the table.

The landing point is tricky and the angle can be adjusted greatly.

As if there were springs under his feet, Chen Jin crossed his steps and flew to the forehand, then pulled the ball diagonally.

Francesca was in the middle or near the table, and using her height advantage of her long legs, she took a powerful step forward with her right leg and pulled back forcefully.

"Snapped!"

The momentum is strong and sinking.

Chen Jin was forced to retreat to the table to relieve the force and pull the opponent's center line.

And at this time.

Francesca had already returned to the center of the table at a very fast pace.

Bend your legs slightly and stand firmly.

A sudden backhand swing.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was like a firecracker exploding.

Violent straight line!

Carry out the strategy of changing the landing point to the end.

Originally, when Chen Jin hit the ball back, he was on the right side of the table.

It is still a few steps away from the center of the table.

Just a few steps away, it doesn’t seem far.

However, the opponent hits the ball very quickly, and you also have to judge where it will land.

Chen Jin only had milliseconds to react.

Therefore, for table tennis players, a few short steps can sometimes seem like the end of the world.

Fortunately, Chen Jin had already retreated to a far table two meters away from the table.

While relieving the force, it also gave him more time to adjust his pace.

Chen Jin was seen squatting like he was sitting on the toilet.

The arms sink and the wrists bend inwards.

Except for the arms and wrists, the whole body is as taut as a bowstring.

A terrifying force gathered in an instant.

Wait for the ball to fly to you.

Early stage of decline.

Chen Jin kicked his legs suddenly and gained strength from the ground.

The body's center of gravity is always pressed forward.

In an instant.

All the strength in his body erupted like a volcano.

Chen Jin threw backhand.

"Snapped!"

It was like a sudden bolt of thunder exploding in the sky above the stadium.

The moment of hitting the ball.

At the junction of the ping-pong ball and the racket, the sponge rubber is deeply dented.

Power through the bottom plate!
An unprecedented force suddenly spurted out from the core of the board, bouncing the ping-pong ball out.

The power, speed, rotation...it's all jaw-dropping.

This is a long-range pull shot!

Looking at the ping-pong ball carrying such terrifying power, it was like a meteorite from outer space, piercing through the sky and flying towards him.

It comes with great force.

Francesca's pupils shrank.

He never imagined that a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, standing at the far table, could actually hit such a terrifying ball.

At this moment, there was only one word in Francesca's heart.

"Amazing!"

Fortunately, Chen Jin's shot landed in a slightly worse spot.

Francesca squatted down to the left to press the ball back into the arc.

Using the force of the forehand, he hit the ball diagonally. Just now, with the help of the force of the ball, Chen Jin stood up instantly.

Be calm and keep your eyes on the opponent's return ball.

Backhand position, big angle!
Being on the center line, Chen Jin suddenly jumped up and leaped to the backhand position.

Like a roc spreading its wings, he swung it with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

Like a meteor streaking through the void.

The return ball hit the corner of the table at Francesca's backhand baseline.

Perfect chase-down ball!

Speed, power, spin, none of it was something Francesca could save.

6: 7.

Chen Jin scored another point with his strong long-range ability.

This goal was extremely exciting.

The audience seats were boiling with excitement again.

"Oh my god, is this really a straight-blade backhand from far away?"

Julia covered her mouth with her hands, her face full of shock, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time. "Let alone penholders, even for horizontal players, there are probably not many who can have such a long-range backhand ability."

"Enrique, it's really not a surprise that we lost to this Chinese player in the mixed doubles final."

Enrique, who was next to him, was also stunned by Chen Jin's goal.

"Yes, yes."

Enrique was a little incoherent. "Francesca is a European player ranked 11th in the world, but this boy was able to fight him back and forth..."

"No wonder I was defeated miserably by him in the round of 32."

Julia smiled and said, "Enrique, if I remember correctly, you didn't lose so badly in the match with Hugo, right?"

"Ah."

Enrique nodded, "But Hugo and I were playing an intra-squad game, so Hugo might have let us win."

Then he sighed again.

"Unfortunately, with my strength, I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to seek revenge on this Chinese boy again."

Julia showed no mercy and hit her teammate hard: "Even if you had the chance, you still couldn't beat him."

"..."

Enrique smiled bitterly, "Julia, you..."

But, if you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with what Julia said.

It is estimated that masters of Chen Jin's level will not participate in such low-level competitions in the future.

The chances of the two meeting each other are extremely slim.

"Although I can't take revenge myself, I hope the Chinese men's football team can make it to the World Cup, so that football next door can help me fulfill my wish."

Enrique said.

"Enrique, unfortunately, as far as I know, this is even more impossible."

Julia said quietly, "Instead of hoping that the Chinese men's football team can make it to the World Cup, it would be more practical for you to work hard to improve your ranking and become number one in the world."

While talking.

The game between the two people on the field is still going on.

Chen Jin scored the goal.

This time, Francesca changed his tactics and took the initiative to attack.

The previous approach, although safe, was too conservative.

Besides, Chen Jin has already adapted.

Francesca had to admit that the Chinese boy in front of him had a much stronger ability to respond to situations than he had imagined.

His reading of the game rhythm, control of the game details, and ability to adjust do not seem like a newcomer participating in an international competition for the first time.

Francesca knew very well that if she continued to fight at the previous pace, it would be disadvantageous to her.

“Adjustments have to be made.”

Francesca thought to herself, "Instead of letting him force me, I should force him."

Therefore, no more shorting.

While actively chopping, limit Chen Jin's strength.

Chen Jin was blocked on the backhand and failed to score.

The power is not great, the speed is not fast, and the rotation is not strong, but the landing point is quite good.

Also held up against Francesca in the middle.

Francesca was unable to actively exert force and could only try her best to push forward.

the other side.

A snap of the fingers is but a moment.

Chen Jin predicted the landing point, slid and brushed past the opponent, and with a snap, he rushed forward with his forehand.

Knowing that the quality of his return was not high and gave his opponent a chance to attack, Francesca retreated to the middle and far table in advance.

Facing the incoming ball, he tried his best to hit it back.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The crisp and deafening sound of the ball hitting the ground continued one after another.

The two formed a pulling force in the middle and long distance.

You hit me, I hit you.

Strength, rotation, speed, and especially changes in landing points, are all used to calculate the opponent.

however.

Flash from the forehand position to the backhand position, and then run from the backhand position to the forehand position.

The two men's steps were without any hindrance. They ran all over the stage and pulled back as hard as they could.

soon.

With a forehand pull and a backhand swing, the ping-pong ball flies back and forth over the table like a cannonball.

They fought back and forth for more than a dozen boards with high quality, and neither of them was at a disadvantage.

Sudden.

Hearing a loud "Ah", Francesca used his thirty-year-old waist to forcefully change the line and go straight.

It was originally thought that Chen Jin, who was in the backhand position, would not have enough time to save the ball.

But he clearly underestimated Chen Jin's determination.

Forehand dive.

At least I got the ball back.

The whole person rushed out and almost couldn't stop, so he fell to the ground.

Chen Jin pushed the ground with his right foot and managed to stop his body.

After the sudden stop, he even felt a dull pain in his right knee.

But at this moment, there is no time to care about so many things.

He knew in his heart that although the ball was saved successfully, the quality was not high.

The opponent will inevitably explode.

Almost instinctively, Chen Jin rushed towards the center line of the table.

Not standing firm yet.

"Snapped!"

Like the sky collapsing and the earth breaking apart.

Francesca swung her racket furiously.

With pure force, he hit Chen Jin's backhand hard.

Chen Jin took small steps, adjusted his position, and backhanded the ball back.

High ball!
Francesca is not No. 1 in the world.

In addition, he is tall and strong, which gives him a natural advantage in hitting high balls.

"Snapped!"

Another heavy blow came down.

Pressing Chen Jin's backhand position.

There was no way out, Chen Jin could only defend passively and hit a high ball with his backhand again.

After catching the ball, quickly return to the center line.

"Snapped!"

Francesca struck with ruthlessness and determination.

Still hitting Chen Jin's backhand.

Moreover, the angle of this ball is very wide.

In order to save the ball, Chen Jin's forehand position was completely lost.

"Chance!"

With murderous intent suddenly gathering in his eyes, Francesca decisively changed his line and shot Chen Jin's forehand at a large angle.

"Snapped!"

Just when Francesca thought she had won.

whoosh-

A figure flashed by.

Like lightning, he rushed to the forehand position from the other corner of the table like crazy.

"So fast?"

Francesca was surprised.

Suddenly reacted.

But the small white ping-pong ball, like a stimulated bull in a Spanish bullring, rushed towards him ferociously with the force of thunder.

Francesca never thought that with such an angle and such strength, Chen Jin could actually save the person.

What the hell is this devil?
At this point, Francesca didn't have time to think about it.

In a panic, he quickly retreated from the stage and barely blocked the attack.

lob!

Another high ball!

But this time, the person who lobbed the ball was not Chen Jin.

It was Francesca.

The offensive and defensive situations changed in an instant.

Chen Jin rushed to the table and shot with all his might.

Things have changed, and it is finally my turn to attack!
"F**k!"

Faced with such an explosive ball, Francesca had no choice but to hit the high ball.

Similarly, Chen Jin is not the best in the world.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

Each board is more powerful and heavier than the last.

Francesca was forced to retreat repeatedly.

Fortunately, Francesca has the advantage of height and a large platform protection area.

He actually withstood five or six consecutive violent high balls from Chen Jin.

but.

In these few balls, Chen Jin pressed hard on Francesca's forehand.

Press it down at a large angle in the forehand position.

The seventh board.

Chen Jin pretended to continue smashing, but suddenly changed his tactics midway, grabbing the take-off point and gently sucking in a short shot.

Unfortunately.

This time the shot was short and the arc was not suppressed well.

Not only does the return ball go high, but it also doesn't miss a beat after two bounces.

Francesca rushed to the table like a whirlwind and burst out with a forehand.

"Snapped!"

Great power and great speed.

Chen Jin was even caught off guard and unable to retreat.

At the critical moment.

Like a conditioned reflex, blessings come to me in my mind and I just wave my hand.

Surprisingly.

Miraculously, he blocked Francesca's explosive charge with a forehand shot.

at the same time.

The audience in the stands were already stunned and their blood was boiling.

The sounds of exclamations, cheers, and applause almost never stopped.

"Oh my god, these two are really good at long-range confrontation. They actually fought for nearly twenty rounds."

"It's over. The ball has been changed to a straight line. Chen Jin has lost the ball... Huh? What? Chen Jin actually saved it? What kind of devilish move is this?"

"So what if he saved it? He would be slammed to death by Francesca sooner or later... You see, I said... Nani? He can even save this ball?"

"The offense and defense have changed. The game is over. I guess Chen Jin won't give Francesca any chances..."

"???"

"Oh my god, it's not over yet?"

"Oh my god, how many rounds have these two fought?"

……

(End of this chapter)