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

Chapter 131 Preparing for the championship, personal guidance from the master of straight-blade horizontal hitting! (7K)

Although the list of participants for the Macau Championship has not been announced before, we can roughly guess it.

Ma Long and Fan Zhendong have already officially announced their withdrawal from the competition and will be replaced according to the world rankings.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Wang Chuqin, Liang Jingkun, Lin Gaoyuan and Lin Shidong are on the list.

The only thing that people care about is this wild card spot.

Many people stared eagerly.

I originally thought that the wildcard for this Macau Championship would definitely be selected from Team One.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Peng, Zhou Qihao, Xu Yingbin and others who had been highly favored before all failed to be selected.

Instead, he was intercepted by Chen Jin halfway.

The people at the scene were either shocked or confused, and all looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Chen Jin? Who is he? Is there such a person in our team?"

"Is the former coach of the badminton next door coming to play table tennis?"

"Fuck, isn't this the rookie from the second team who just made it through the qualifiers? He actually got a wildcard spot for the Macau Championships?"

"What's wrong with the coaching staff? Why would they give such an important spot to a rookie from the second team?"

……

For a moment, almost everyone's eyes were turned to Chen Jin and the other two.

After all, all three are new faces.

Although we don’t know who Chen Jin is, there is no doubt that he is among them.

Feeling the questioning gazes of the crowd, I felt like a thorn in my side.

Chen Jin, Xie Mingyang and Zhang Jiahao held their heads high and looked straight ahead.

but.

Even though everyone had thousands of doubts in their minds, they were unable to interfere with the decision of their superiors, and dared not ask more questions.

Seeing everyone whispering and discussing among themselves, Wang Hao had already expected such a reaction and did not explain further.

"Quiet!"

Wang Hao shouted.

Having been the head coach of the men's table tennis team for such a long time, he is no longer the "Wang Zuxian of the national table tennis team" as before and has his own majesty.

Everyone at the scene fell silent and stood straight.

"Coach Liu and head coach Li Suo are busy with other things, so they asked me to give everyone a pre-training mobilization. I'll keep it short."

Wang Hao glanced around and continued, "There are only a few days left until the Almaty Regular Challenge and the Macau Championship. Everyone must concentrate on training and prepare seriously, strive to achieve good results in your respective competitions, and live up to the cultivation and expectations of the national table tennis team..."

Followed by.

Wang Hao said some more words of encouragement.

Immediately, the group announced its disbandment.

Everyone was engaged in intense and orderly training.

As Lin Shidong's sparring partner, after the game ended, Xie Mingyang went to Lin Shidong's table.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao also came to their own tables.

"Almaty Regular Challenge?"

Zhang Jiahao picked up the racket and did a few stretching exercises on the spot, "It should have nothing to do with us."

But Chen Jin grabbed a few training balls and stuffed them into his trouser pockets.

Just about to answer.

Unexpectedly, a familiar voice came: "If it was related, I would have informed you long ago."

Follow the sound.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao were both stunned: "Master Li?"

The person who spoke was Li Qian.

But Li Qian was seen with his arms folded across his chest, looking at the two of them with a smile.

"I guess I guessed it right, are you really the head coach for me and Brother Jin?"

Zhang Jiahao’s eyes widened.

"What are you thinking?"

Li Qian leaned over to pick up a training ball and threw it to Zhang Jiahao, "I am only the coach of the second team now, and I can't be Chen Jin's head coach."

"It's just that the higher-ups sent me here temporarily to urge you to practice."

"What are you doing standing still?"

"Hurry up and practice."

Chen Jin and the other man finally came to their senses and officially began training.

From forehand close-range attack, to forehand fixed-point pull-up in the middle of the table, from forehand backspin to backhand quick tear, to backhand backspin to forehand forward rush...

Whether it was the arc or the landing point, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao's sparring was all done in perfect harmony.

Not long after.

Sweat had already soaked the jersey.

But Chen Jin was still fully focused, and there was no distortion in his steps or hand movements.

Unknowingly, Wang Hao had already been standing not far away, carefully observing every detail of Chen Jin's movements.

Sudden.

Wang Hao stepped forward and said, “Excuse me.”

"Chen Jin, when you backhand underspin, you don't actually need to add that much insurance."

"Now is the era of big balls, and we use straight rackets. When we use backhand wrist hanging, there will be side spin naturally, so you just need to push forward."

"Even when hitting the ball, the wrist instantly accelerates and presses down, snapping it, lowering the arc and making it faster."

"Give me the racket, I'll show you how to do it, watch carefully."

To know.

The person in front of me is a master of straight-blade horizontal hitting!
It is equivalent to Feng Qingyang in the straight-blade world!

For straight-blade players, it is really great to receive his personal guidance.

What's more, after retiring, he has been a coach for so many years, and his understanding of backhand techniques has reached a higher level.

Chen Jin couldn't ask for more.

He quickly handed his racket to Wang Hao, stepped aside and observed carefully.

Taking the racket, Wang Hao frowned: "Your racket is a bit heavy, at least 200 grams, can your wrist bear it?"

"It's okay once you get used to it."

Chen Jindao.

"It's not a question of whether you're used to it or not, but it will affect your future playing style and technique."

Wang Hao patiently explained, "I believe Coach Wu must have had his considerations when he configured the racket for you."

"Because you are young now, your speed is no problem, but your strength is lacking. In addition, you have a natural wrist, so Coach Wu wants to use weight to exchange for strength to make up for your shortcomings."

"However, your active force is already very strong. There is no need to use such a heavy racket."

"The key is that as you get older, your speed will inevitably decrease, and a racket that is too heavy will reduce your swing speed."

"Of course, it's too late to change it now. Wait until you finish the Macau Championship."

Listening to Wang Hao's detailed analysis, Chen Jin secretly admired him.

Just by looking at the weight of a racket, one can guess Coach Wu’s original intention in equipping him with a racket. He truly deserves to be the head coach of the men’s table tennis team!

at this time.

Wang Hao held the racket in his hand and stood in the backhand position. He continued, "The mainstream style of play in the world of table tennis now focuses on the backhand, so when standing, the right foot is in front."

“I was like that too.”

"However, I just saw your stance, your legs are almost parallel, which is very good, indicating that you pay attention to your forehand while focusing on your backhand."

"You have to remember that your backhand determines your upper limit, while your forehand determines your lower limit."

“This is especially true for a stick player.”

talking.

He casually took out a training ball from his pocket and said to Zhang Jiahao, "Backhand me halfway out of the table."

It sent a pure downward spin.

The first time he fed the ball to the head coach of the men's table tennis team, Zhang Jiahao was so nervous that his hands were shaking.

I did as I was told and rubbed the half-way stage.

Without waiting for Zhang Jiahao to react.

"Snapped!"

It’s as powerful as thunder falling from the sky.

Even Chen Jin didn't see it clearly, he only saw a white afterimage flying out.

"Fuck!"

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao exclaimed at the same time.

This power, this rotation, this speed, this arc... with twenty years of skill, he is indeed worthy of being the master of straight-blade horizontal hitting!
"Did you see it clearly?"

Wang Hao asked.

"See clearly."

Chen Jin nodded.

"Come on, give it a try."

Wang Hao gave up his position and handed the racket back to Chen Jin.

Taking the racket, Chen Jin imitated what Wang Hao had done just now and served a backspin ball.

Wait until Zhang Jiahao passes the ball over.

Chen Jin had already prepared for the backhand downward spin.

Squat down and bend your wrists inward.

At the moment of hitting the ball.

He pushed forward and pressed down with all his strength, and pressed his wrist faster.

"Snapped!"

The afterimage flies by, difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Whether in terms of power, speed, arc or rotation, it is at least 99% of the power of Wang Hao's previous shot.

"what?"

Wang Hao showed a look of surprise on his face, "Sure."

With such comprehension ability, it’s no wonder that Mr. Wu would make the trip in person!
What a genius!

"very nice."

Wang Hao smiled and praised it highly, "But there is a flaw. After you finish this shot, you must think about connecting to the next shot, so your body cannot rise up, and your center of gravity still needs to be pressed forward."

As he spoke, he walked towards Zhang Jiahao and motioned for Zhang Jiahao to give him the racket.

Hold the board upright.

"Backhand downspin, backhand tear, I'll block it for you."

Wang Hao stood in the backhand position and said to Chen Jin.

"it is good."

Chen Jin nodded.

At this moment.

I witnessed the head coach of the men's table tennis team actually come on the court to guide a newcomer.

Everyone at the scene stopped training and watched from a distance.

“It turns out that he is Chen Jin who got the wild card qualification for the Macau Championship.”

"I checked online and found out that Chen Jin just won the singles championship of the Lima Regular Challenge a few days ago. He has some strength."

"Lima Regular Challenge? It shouldn't be very valuable."

“No, it’s very valuable.”

"How to say?"

“My opponent in the semifinals is Francesca, and my opponent in the finals is Darko Yochik.”

"No way? A newcomer who just joined the second team can actually beat these two people in a row?"

"If you don't believe me, you can check the battle record."

"Fuck, so, isn't it that another little fat guy has appeared out of nowhere? And it's a straight board, no wonder Coach Wang attaches so much importance to him."

……

Ignore the whispers of the crowd.

Chen Jin served calmly and Wang Hao rubbed the ball halfway out of the table.

"Snapped!"

Following Professor Wang Hao's technique, perform a backhand burst with downward spin.

"Fuck!"

Instantly, the onlookers gasped and were all stunned, "Is this a straight board?"

Don't talk about straight boards.

At the scene, there were only horizontal board players.

But who can guarantee that the backhand can have such quality?

Initially, many people were somewhat dissatisfied when they learned that a newcomer had snatched the wildcard qualification for the Macau Championship.

however.

Chen Jin's goal dispelled many doubts.

"nice shot."

Wang Hao's face was calm and composed, and he was about to block the attack with his backhand.

Unexpectedly, the power and speed of this ball were completely beyond his expectations.

"Snapped!"

Failed to hold the arc.

The ball flew out of bounds.

"Ok?"

Wang Hao frowned and looked down at the racket in his hand.

With the experience from the last tryout, he knew that Chen Jin's ball was fierce.

Therefore, although he seemed casual, he was actually paying close attention.

Unexpectedly, I still couldn’t hold it down.

"Your racket has a lot of elasticity."

Wang Hao turned and said to Zhang Jiahao.

"is a bit."

Zhang Jiahao said hurriedly.

As for how strong the elasticity of his racket was, he didn't dare to ask more.

"Come again."

Without making a sound, Wang Hao moved his feet back a little.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin once again made a backhand burst and downward spin.

The power, speed, rotation and arc were no less than the previous ball.

This time, Wang Hao was fully prepared and held on hard.

Chen Jin quickly tore it apart with his backhand.

But he failed to control the curve and the ball flew out of bounds.

"Ok?"

Chen Jin was stunned.

"Do you see it?"

Wang Hao seemed to have expected this and smiled slightly, "This is because after you finished the sprint, your body rose up and you didn't hold it forward, which caused you to be unable to hold the arc when connecting to the next board."

"Come, let me show you the correct connection."

Hear the words.

Chen Jin's heart tightened.

You know, Wang Hao back then was a veritable double-barreled heavy artillery.

Although he has retired for many years, his skills have not diminished.

It's just that my steps have become a lot slower.

When facing Wang Hao's backhand attack for the first time, Chen Jin didn't feel confident.

However, this is a great opportunity to learn from Wang Hao, how could I miss it?
Chen Jin immediately became fully alert and focused.

But Wang Hao served a backspin ball and Chen Jin steadily returned it to half the table.

"Snapped!"

Wang Hao rushed backhand.

The power and speed were greater and faster than Chen Jin had imagined.

Before Chen Jin could react, the ping-pong ball had already flown in front of him.

It's simply impossible to resist.

Chen Jin looked at Wang Hao in shock: "Is this the quality of a straight-blade veteran who has retired for ten years?"

"It's okay, come again."

Wang Hao didn't mean to blame him at all.

This time, Chen Jin retreated half a step ahead of time and finally stopped Wang Hao's charge.

The ping-pong ball hit the racket so hard that Chen Jin's palm became numb.

Chen Jin took a breath and said, "So strong."

but,
There’s more powerful ones to come.

Wang Hao pressed his body's center of gravity forward, and with a snap, he tore the straight line with his backhand.

This scene stunned everyone present, including Chen Jin.

Although Chen Jin used leverage to hit the ball, his speed and strength should not be underestimated.

Logically speaking, even if it is torn backwards, it will be a diagonal line.

Because the distance of the diagonal line is longer and the tolerance is higher.

But what was unexpected was that Wang Hao actually tore the straight line with his backhand as if it was nothing special.

Not a straight line.

But tear the straight line apart!

"Sigh~"

There were sounds of people gasping for breath at the scene, one after another.

"So strong."

Chen Jin was stunned and couldn't help but applaud.

Brother Hao, why don’t you get ready to compete in the singles at the Los Angeles Olympics?

You tried your hand at it in 04, and you haven’t been pampered by anyone in 28 years!

With you here, at least half of the area won’t be lost!

After a brief trial run, Wang Hao returned the racket to Zhang Jiahao and said to Chen Jin with a smile, "Did you see that?"

"After the rush, hold the board with your body, then use your index finger to press down on the board. It will snap. It's that simple. Do you understand?"

It's that simple?
Chen Jin smiled bitterly in his heart and nodded: "I understand."

"it is good."

Wang Hao walked over to the side, crossed his arms, and said, "Try practicing it yourself."

Next.

Under Wang Hao's meticulous guidance, Chen Jin had completely mastered Wang Hao's instructions after only trying four or five times.

"not bad, very good."

Wang Hao smiled and nodded, his admiration for Chen Jin was so strong that he couldn't hide it at all, "Just practice like this."

"Pay attention to the forward push of your body, and you can connect more boards."

Having said that, he walked away.

He inspected the training situation of other tables.

Looking at Wang Hao's back, Zhang Jiahao's eyes were full of admiration: "He is worthy of being the master of penhold horizontal hitting and the head coach of the men's table tennis team. He has been retired for so many years, but his skills are still as good as ever."

“Unlike some coaches.”

He deliberately lowered his voice a little when he said the last sentence.

But Li Qian still heard it.

"Zhang Jiahao, what are you mumbling about?"

Li Qian glared, "Don't think I'm hard of hearing. I'm a monkey, the Monkey King's monkey."

Zhang Jiahao grinned, made a face, and concentrated on practicing.

The whole morning, three hours.

Chen Jin tirelessly practiced the backhand downward spin connected with the backhand explosive straight line.

With continuous training, my understanding of details has deepened and I have gained a lot of experience.

Twelve o'clock.

People in the training hall left one after another and went to the cafeteria to eat.

At this time, Xie Mingyang also finished his sparring session.

"Would you like to go to dinner?"

Xie Mingyang came over.

"Wait a moment."

Chen Jin smiled and said, "The cafeteria is crowded right now, so it's better to go later."

"Brother Jin, I really can't stand it anymore, eat something first."

Zhang Jiahao said weakly, "Mr. Xie, help me out."

After saying that, he walked to the side, sat down on the ground, opened his backpack, took out two Snickers bars, and began to devour them.

Xie Mingyang did not refuse. He picked up his racket and started practicing with Chen Jin.

"Coach Wang taught you to backhand underspin?"

Xie Mingyang said.

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded.

"How's the practice going?"

Xie Mingyang asked.

"good."

Chen Jin smiled and said, "Do you want to try it?"

"Right on my mind."

Xie Mingyang smiled slightly.

After one board.

Feeling the quality of this ball, Xie Mingyang couldn't help but change his expression: "Whether it's speed or power, it's really improved to a higher level compared to before."

"As long as you master the technique of exerting force, I think you can do it too."

Chen Jin smiled.

"really?"

Xie Mingyang's eyes suddenly lit up.

Immediately, Chen Jin explained Wang Hao's teachings and his own thoughts to Xie Mingyang one by one without reservation.

After Xie Mingyang tried it several times, the quality of his backhand backspin was indeed improved a lot.

"Is this really the quality of my backhand backspin?"

Xie Mingyang was surprised and happy, even a little bit unbelievable.

"I think when you hit the ball, your thumb presses down on the racket face and you can push it down further, like this..."

Chen Jin demonstrated a movement with his hands.

Next.

The two of them kept trying and competing with each other, and they were so immersed in it that they completely forgot the passage of time.

Until half past twelve.

Zhang Jiahao couldn't bear it any longer and protested loudly.

This is when Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang ended.

On the way to the cafeteria, the two were still exchanging ideas.

Zhang Jiahao followed closely behind, staring at the two's backs, his mouth curled with jealousy: "Adulterer and adulteress."

After dinner.

Go back to the dormitory and rest.

At 2:30, Zhang arrived at the training hall on time.

Warm up, train.

After Wang Hao took a round of inspection, he came to a place not far from Chen Jin again.

But Chen Jin was still practicing backhand downward spin and backhand explosive straight line.

The movements, core strength, connection... everything is perfect and impeccable.

"Good boy, you are making rapid progress."

The key point is that when Wang Hao was demonstrating, he used his backhand to tear the straight line just to show off his skills.

But unexpectedly, Chen Jin actually followed suit and stole his unique skills.

Of course, Wang Hao did not blame him at all, but instead admired him even more.

"Very good, good practice."

Wang Hao smiled and said, "But we can't just practice this one technique."

"Come on, come on, score more goals, and I'll personally put some pressure on you."

Having said that, he took off his coat and put it on the ground.

the other side.

Li Qian had already prepared multiple balls.

"Coach Wang, what are we going to practice with multiple balls?"

Chen Jin asked.

"Swing speed."

Wang Hao held the racket in his right hand and had already grabbed a few training balls with his left hand. He smiled at Chen Jin and said, "Two minutes of non-fixed-point death swing speed."

Unfixed death swing speed?
Two more minutes?

Zhang Jiahao stuck out his tongue, a look of deep fear on his face, as if the dead memories were beginning to attack him fiercely again.

When they were in the provincial team, they also often conducted non-fixed-point speed swing training.

This thing can really take half of your life if you train it!

It is a great test of physical fitness, endurance, reaction, and core strength of the waist and abdomen.

however.

Chen Jin was not afraid at all.

I stretched my muscles, lowered my body, and got into a ready position to swing the speed.

"Here he comes."

With a smile on his lips, Wang Hao's face suddenly darkened.

Serve the ball at an extremely fast speed, at the speed of light.

One ping-pong ball after another, like bullets fired from a Gatling machine gun, flew towards Chen Jinfei.

No fixed location in Taiwan.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

Chen Jin moved quickly, swung his racket to seize the opportunity, like a storm, and was overwhelmed.

Zhang Jiahao was holding the ball-picking tool and was responsible for picking up the balls.

In just two minutes, more than 300 training balls were served out.

Chen Jin was already exhausted, panting and sweating profusely. He supported his knees with his hands and gasped for breath.

Let alone Chen Jin, Wang Hao was just serving and was a little out of breath. He smiled and said to Chen Jin: "How is it? Can you handle it?"

"Okay, okay."

Chen Jin wiped off the sweat.

"is it?"

Wang Hao smiled and said, "Then continue."

"what?"

Chen Jin was still frightened.

When he was in the provincial team, he also practiced the serve at an irregular speed under the guidance of Coach Wu.

But, given Coach Wu's age, speed and strength, how could he compare to Wang Hao's?

After one round, Chen Jin was so tired that even his breathing felt like there were knives in the air. He finally understood what the "death swing speed" meant.

"Ah for what?"

Wang Hao laughed and said, "The speed you just swung at, your chance of getting on stage was less than 40 percent."

"And our requirement for being an absolute main force is that the attendance rate must be at least 90%. You are still far from that now."

Hear the words.

Li Qian and Zhang Jiahao looked at each other and were both startled.

From what he said, does it mean that they have already started to train Chen Jin as the absolute main force of the national table tennis team?

In the Chinese national table tennis team, there is a clear gap between the main players and the absolute main players.

The main players of the national table tennis team may have the opportunity to participate in events such as the WTT Championship.

Only the absolute main force can truly stand on the Olympic stage.

Chen Jin also heard the encouragement and expectations from Wang Hao's words.

Take a deep breath.

Sweep away tiredness.

"Come again!"

……

For the next few days, every day was a repetitive routine.

Apart from training, there is more training, which is boring and uninteresting.

Only those who are truly passionate can persevere day after day, year after year, without getting tired of it.

It was September 2nd.

Most of the athletes in the training hall were gone.

People such as Xiang Peng, Zhou Qihao, Xu Yingbin and others went to Almaty to participate in the regular challenge.

The rest of them continued to train and prepare for the Macau Championship.

September 5th.

Early in the morning.

Led by Wang Hao and Ma Lin, everyone drove to the airport and headed for Macau in a mighty manner.

"I heard from Coach Zhang before that Coach Wu is also in Macau. He is providing off-court coaching to Zhu Yuling for this competition."

Sitting on the bus heading to the airport, Zhang Jiahao was very excited.

Although this time I went to Macau not to play a game, but to practice with others.

But he was still excited.

After all, this is Macau, the place with “sexy dealers and online card dealing”!
I used to see it often on mysterious websites, and now I’m finally going to be there in person, and I’m a little excited.

It even feels like a pilgrimage.

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded and said, "The reason why I want to participate in the Macau Championship this time is largely because Coach Wu is also in Macau."

"I will try my best to win the championship in this competition."

"Not just for me, but also for Coach Wu."

He knew very well that during this period of time, he was able to be in the national team and receive Wang Hao's favor and guidance, not only because of his own strength, but also because of the help of Coach Wu.

It was Coach Wu who used his connections and tried his best to pave a way for him.

This father-son relationship between master and apprentice can only be repaid with championships.

Zhang Jiahao whispered, "It's not easy to win the championship in this competition."

Different from the Lima Chang Challenge.

The Macau Championship, with its higher level, higher points and more generous prize money, has attracted the world's top players.

Let’s not talk about the Chinese national table tennis team, just talking about the foreign players, Tomokazu Harimoto, the Lebrun brothers, Hugo, Ocharov, Qiu Dang, Simon Gauze, Anton Carlberg, Lin Yun-ju, Lin Zhongxun...which one of them is not a strong opponent?

Zhang Jiahao had no doubt about Chen Jin's strength, but it would be extremely difficult to snatch the Macau Championship from these people.

“Just because it’s not easy, we have to work harder.”

Chen Jin's voice was low but full of determination. "From the moment I embarked on my career path, I had only one goal."

"champion!"

The two of them were already speaking in very low voices.

however.

Still, the people sitting in the front row heard it.

The man listened quietly, with a sneer of disdain on his face.

Take out your phone and send a message.

"Chu Qin, the new player from the second team named Chen Jin, who is sitting behind me now, actually made such a bold statement that he wants to win the championship this time. It's really too funny."

soon.

The phone vibrates.

The other party replied: "Ding Shuo, what is the origin of this Chen Jin you mentioned?"

"I'm not sure, but it's a straight blade and it grabbed the wildcard spot for the Macau Championship right from the start."

Liu Dingshuo's fingers moved as he typed quickly, "Damn it! I've been in the national table tennis team for so many years and I still don't have an opportunity like this. How can a new player in the second team get this chance?"

"Chu Qin, if you meet this kid in the competition, remember to teach him a lesson and let him know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."

　Sorry, I can't take it anymore.

　　I'll leave tomorrow's update on hold, give me some time to think.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)