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

Chapter 137 Chen Jin vs Wang Chuqin! Incredible backhand side cut! (7K)

Thursday, March 9th.

Macau Championship.

Men's singles quarter-finals.

Starting at 1:05 pm.

Due to the schedule, Liang Jingkun and Moregaard advanced to the quarter-finals yesterday.

Therefore, there are six games in total today.

Lin Yun-ju VS Anton Carlberg.

Lin Gaoyuan VS Gao Chengrui.

Lin Shidong VS Zhang Benzhihe.

Qiu Dang VS Matthias Falk.

Wang Chuqin VS Chen Jin.

Zhao Dacheng VS Francesca.

Among these six matches, the most watched one is Lin Shidong VS Zhang Benzhihe.

And, Wang Chuqin VS Chen Jin.

The focus of the former is whether the new generation of players of the Chinese team can defeat the top player in Japanese table tennis.

As for the latter, the focus is on Wang Chuqin.

As for Chen Jin, he was just a by-product.

As early as yesterday, as soon as the battle schedule was released, discussions on the Internet began.

"Wang Chuqin, keep up the good work in the competition and finish the race in good health. We will always support you."

"The boss is enjoying the game."

"Big head, big head, no worries about the competition, the championship will definitely be yours, come on (づ￣ 3￣)づ"

……

"Finish the race in good health? Wouldn't it be healthier to let others have the chance to compete? If you want to be healthy, then don't become an athlete!"

"Advanced to the round of 16? Well, you've improved a lot compared to the last competition."

"I hope we won't be eliminated in the round of 16?"

……

"Who is Chen Jin? Why have I never heard of him before? Is he a new player in the national table tennis team?"

"Finally a new guy has come out. I support him in crushing the Thirty-two Strong Ones!"

"Just because I won a water tournament, I can actually play against the world's number one. I don't know what JLZ was thinking."

……

The game hasn’t started yet, but the hot searches online have already started.

Fans and haters alike were having fun together, creating a lively scene of the New Year.

Even the post exposing Chen Jin was pushed to the top of the hot search list because of this.

During lunch break.

hotel room.

Zhang Jiahao was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone, extremely excited.

"Brother Jin, the online attention for your match with Wang Chuqin has reached its maximum."

Zhang Jiahao smiled, "It seems that our big-headed brother is not completely useless. At least in terms of traffic, he is definitely a guarantee."

Sudden.

There was a "crunching" sound.

Zhang Jiahao suddenly turned over and sat up, and said to Chen Jin: "Brother Jin, if you can beat Wang Chuqin, I guarantee you will become famous in one battle."

"Become famous in one battle?"

Chen Jin smiled calmly, "Red name or black name?"

In fact, he could also predict that there would be a lot of attention on this game online.

After all, Wang Chuqin is one of the biggest traffic stars in the current national table tennis team.

Although he does not have the same achievements as Zhang Jike, he enjoys the same traffic treatment as Zhang Jike.

Whenever it is Wang Chuqin's match, his opponent will also attract much attention.

"These days, you get scolded if you lose, and you get scolded if you win, so it doesn't matter whether you're a red name or a black name."

Zhang Jiahao smiled and said, "Anyway, I bet that if you, Brother Jin, beat Wang Chuqin today, not only will you be on the top of the trending search list, but it will also be a huge hit."

"Wow!"

"When you become famous, Brother Jin, I will also benefit from it."

As he spoke, Zhang Jiahao couldn't help but drool from the corner of his mouth.

His face was full of envy and longing.

"It seems like you also want to be on the top of the trending search list."

Chen Jin smiled.

"Of course."

Zhang Jiahao chuckled, "Who wouldn't want to go?"

"I do have a way to get to the top of the trending search list 100% of the time."

Chen Jin pretended to be mysterious, "Not only can it be number one on the trending search list, it can even go down in history."

"What way?"

Zhang Jiahao's eyes suddenly brightened and he asked quickly.

"A fire burned down a sacred toilet."

Chen Jindao.

"Setting fire to the god's toilet? That's so boring."

Zhang Jiahao said seriously, "It would be better to just make a bigger firework."

……

After lunch break.

Come to the training hall.

News about other players' competitions came from time to time.

"Lin Yun-ju has advanced."

"Gao Yuan was eliminated by Gao Chengrui with a score of 1:3."

"Lin Shidong fought hard for five games and defeated Zhang Benzhihe 3:2 to advance to the next round."

The match between Lin Shidong and Zhang Benzhihe ended at nearly five o'clock.

After finishing the training, have a meal first.

After eating and taking a short rest, he rushed back to the training hall.

six thirty.

The match between Qiu Dang and Falk started on time.

Don't wait for the game to end.

The staff came to inform Chen Jin and Wang Chuqin to go backstage in advance.

"Whoo~"

Chen Jin took a deep breath and let out a long exhale.

Since this game was a civil war, neither side had off-field guidance.

Therefore, Chen Jin had to go alone.

Before leaving.

Li Qian repeatedly reminded: "Chen Jin, your strength is not inferior to Wang Chuqin."

"The only thing that might make him lose is experience and mentality."

"However, whether in terms of experience or mentality, I believe you can adjust in time."

"Don't be nervous, just play freely."

"Pay attention to continuity and connection."

Chen Jin nodded.

Then, go to the waiting room.

Looking at Chen Jin's back as he walked away alone, Li Qian turned to Zhang Jiahao and said, "Let's go to the audience and cheer for Chen Jin."

"Coach Li, are you sure you want to go to the audience to cheer for Brother Jin?"

Zhang Jiahao looked at Li Qian.

"of course."

Li Qian took out a bottle of throat lozenges from his pocket, unscrewed the lid, and threw one into his mouth. "Besides, my cheers will definitely not be lower than yours."

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jiahao smiled and said, "Master Li, you came prepared. Give me one."

"Tonight I will show you what C8 is!"

Li Qian cleared his throat.

Together with Zhang Jiahao, go to the audience seats.

……

Douyin.

Xuperman live broadcast room.

Two grown men, sitting in front of the camera.

The wall behind him is hung with various table tennis equipment and peripherals.

The man on the left is wearing a white T-shirt and a baseball cap.

It was none other than the "Golden Left Straight" Xu Xin.

Next to him is former national player Cheng Jingqi.

"What time does Big Head's game start?"

As soon as he sat down, Xu Xin turned his head and asked.

"It should be soon."

Cheng Jingqi said, "After the Qiu Party's match, it will be the Big Head's match."

"Ah, there's a Qiu Party competition? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

As a straight-blade player, Xu Xin is naturally more concerned about the situation, "How is the competition going?"

"It's tied at 2-2. It's the fifth game. Qiu Dang is temporarily in the lead."

Cheng Jingqi glanced at the game screen.

"nice shot!"

Xu Xin nodded and said, "Qiu Dang's backhand defense is quite interesting."

"Winning by stability."

"Yes, in a table tennis match, what matters is stability, right? As long as you can be more stable than your opponent and get one more ball on the table, you win."

"You say it as if there's nothing wrong with it."

The two of them chatted back and forth, just like they were performing a crosstalk, and they worked in perfect harmony.

Followed by.

The two of them watched Qiu Dang's game intently.

Sudden.

Bang.

Xu Xin slammed the table and said, "No need to watch, the Qiu Party has won."

"See? This is the intuition of a professional straight blade player about a straight blade."

"…'Master Xin, you've retired, haven't you?' I haven't retired, I just won't play in international competitions anymore. I'm still going to participate in the National Championships next month."

"Yes, both team and singles."

I chatted with several barrages of messages with light signs hanging on them in the live broadcast room.

Xu Xin turned to Cheng Jingqi and said, "Big Head's game should be starting soon, right?"

"Yes, almost there."

"My friends, here comes the main course."

Xu Xin suddenly remembered, "Who is Datou's opponent this time?"

"It seems his name is... Chen Jin."

Cheng Jingqi said, "Er Dong Chen, the gold of gold, silver and treasures."

"Who?"

Xu Xin thought he had heard wrongly, "Chen Jin?"

"Has the badminton coach next door switched to table tennis?"

Cheng Jingqi naturally also knew that the former head coach of the women's team of the neighboring national badminton team was also named Chen Jin.

Moreover, he used to be a national badminton player.

"This Chen Jin is not that Chen Jin."

Cheng Jingqi obviously did his homework for the live broadcast of this game. "He is a new player in our national table tennis team."

"Newbie?"

Xu Xin smiled bitterly, "It's indeed quite new, so new that even I haven't heard of it."

"Eh, that's not right."

Xu Xin suddenly seemed to remember something and frowned, "I seem to have seen this name somewhere... but I forgot."

"Oh, Huang Yancheng!"

"Huang Yancheng sent me a message saying that he met a new player from the national table tennis team in Lima. I think his name was Chen Jin."

"Moreover, Huang Yancheng also advised me to sign this newcomer to our Xuperman."

"Could it be the same person?"

While in Lima, Huang Yancheng and Chen Jin chatted before the game and talked about Xu Xin’s own brand xuperman.

At that time, Chen Jin was quite interested.

After the match between the two, Huang Yancheng sent a message to Xu Xin and mentioned this matter.

But Xu Xin didn't take it seriously.

After all, before this, he had never even heard of Chen Jin's name.

“It should be the same person.”

Cheng Jingqi looked down at the information he had compiled on his phone, "I looked him up online before..."

Without waiting for him to finish his words, Xu Xin put his hand on Cheng Jingqi's shoulder and moved closer.

"August 8, U17 Trial Champion..."

"On August 8, I won the WTT Lima Regular Challenge Championship..."

Seeing this, Xu Xin was stunned for a moment.

"This, this is not right."

Xu Xin looked incredulous. "How can I participate in the WTT after just participating in the trials?"

There has been no precedent in the Chinese national table tennis team before.

Even if you win the qualifying championship and enter the national second team, at most you can participate in some competitions such as the WTT Youth Challenge.

There is no chance of participating in the regular challenge matches.

To be able to participate in a competition of this level, you must at least be a team of players.

But this newcomer named Chen Jin can actually participate in the WTT Regular Challenge. How could Xu Xin not be surprised?

"I checked with the national table tennis team and it's true."

Cheng Jingqi looked serious.

"what?"

Xu Xin still couldn't believe it. "Well, I haven't been to the national team for a long time, so I'm not well-informed."

"It's hard to imagine that a rookie from the second team who is less than 16 years old can not only participate in the WTT regular challenge, but also participate in the Macau Championship... There is something."

As he spoke, he shook his head.

It can be seen that he still finds it a little difficult to accept this matter.

"There's more to come."

Cheng Jingqi smiled and said, "Chen Jin is a straight-blade player. It is said that he was discovered by Coach Wu."

"What? A candy bar?"

As soon as he heard the word "straight board", Xu Xin's spirits perked up, "Was it discovered by Coach Wu?"

"That would be so interesting."

As we all know, Xu Xin is the "Golden Left Straight", once the world's No. 1 straight board.

Since he retired from the national team, Xue Fei is the only one who can really show off his straight-blade skills.

At the Paris Olympics, Felix won the men's singles bronze medal.

Completely put the heel of "the world's first straight board" in place.

As the former world number one player of the Chinese national table tennis team, Xu Xin naturally hopes that someone can step forward and win back this title for the Chinese national table tennis team.

"Just because of this straight blade, I support Datou and Chen Jin in this match halfway."

Xu Xin slammed the table and said, "If Datou wins, I will give everyone a chance to draw ten autographed T-shirts. If Chen Jin wins, I will give everyone an X1 straight blade."

At this moment.

Cheng Jingqi reminded him, "The game has begun. Athletes from both teams are entering the venue."

"Oh, Big Head is still so handsome and dashing."

Xu Xin smiled.

Then, a handsome young man walked onto the stage slowly with a smile on his face.

"What the hell!"

Xu Xin was immediately shocked, "This new guy is so handsome."

"I always thought that I was the most beautiful player in the national table tennis team, but I didn't expect that someone even more amazing has come along."

"No, I have to find a way to sign him after the game is over."

"This beauty and long legs... fits our xuperman brand image perfectly!"

……

at the same time.

Macau, East Asia Sports Stadium.

The cheers, like a tide, had already flooded the entire stadium.

"Wang Chuqin, come on."

As for Zhang Jiahao and Li Qian's voices, they almost shouted themselves hoarse, but in the end, they fell on deaf ears.

"Master Li, this is not possible."

Zhang Jiahao frowned and said, "I can't shout at so many of them." "It doesn't matter."

Li Qian said, "What we are shouting is not our voices, but our thoughts and support for Chen Jin. Chen Jin will definitely be able to feel it."

in the audience.

Except Li Qian and Zhang Jiahao.

Wang Hao, Lin Shidong and others also came to watch the game.

However, because it is a civil war, everyone cannot be too biased on the surface.

Wang Hao crossed his arms and looked at Chen Jin: "Faced with this kind of situation, this guy is much calmer than I thought."

If it were any other young contestant who had not undergone stress-resistance training, he would have been under tremendous pressure in such a one-sided situation.

however.

Chen Jin's performance was unusually calm.

Without rushing, he straightened his collar and tucked his jersey into his pants.

Walk towards the referee.

Shakes hands with Wang Chuqin.

Wang Chuqin glanced at the young man in front of him, his eyes were calm and there was no sign of stage fright.

"Isn't he nervous?"

Wang Chuqin frowned inwardly.

Logically speaking, a new player like Chen Jin, who has only participated in a few major competitions, would be so scared that his legs would go weak when he stepped onto the field.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin could still remain so calm and composed.

It seemed that in Chen Jin's eyes, he, the world's number one, was no different from those uncles in the park.

Toss a coin to guess who will go first.

Chen Jin got the serve.

Watching the pre-match warm-up sparring between Chen Jin and Wang Chuqin, Xu Xin showed a look of delight on his face.

"Oh my, this new guy has a strong backhand."

Xu Xin praised, "The movement is small and the power is sufficient... If I had a backhand like this back then, I could have won a Grand Slam at least."

"This straight backhand is really something."

Cheng Jingqi also watched it very seriously, "Just look at the content of the competition."

"Correct."

Xu Xin nodded and said, "Generally speaking, straight blades focus more on the first three strokes."

"But Datou's first three boards are also very strong."

"It depends on who is more resolute and proactive."

"Okay, okay, the game begins, Chen Jin serves first..."

"The hook shot was short, and the big head shot was short..."

"Fuck!"

Xu Xin suddenly exclaimed, his eyes widened, "This board rushes straight, there is something special."

Obviously, Wang Chuqin did not expect that Chen Jin's charge would be so fierce.

He looked down at the racket.

Shake his head slightly.

1: 0.

Chen Jin got the first blood.

Amid the applause, shouts of “Come on, Wang Chuqin!” once again resounded throughout the venue.

As if turning a deaf ear to him, Chen Jin bent down when he saw Wang Chuqin ready to receive the serve.

There was a pause.

The whole place was quiet.

"laugh!"

Chen Jin still made a hook shot.

The left half is short on the lower side.

Wang Chuqin took a step forward, apparently intending to twist and pull.

But in the end, it was changed to short swing.

Chen Jin made a long attack in the middle, trying to stop Wang Chuqin's position.

However, as Coach Wu and Li Qian said, Wang Chuqin must have his own strength to become the world's number one.

He moved his feet quickly, turned sideways and threw a high shot.

Knowing that the ball was spinning strongly, Chen Jin pushed his body forward and used his wrist and index finger to hold down the board.

Grab the starting point and push back with extra force.

"Snapped!"

The momentum is strong and sinking.

The shot went through Wang Chuqin's backhand baseline.

Wang Chuqin pulled sideways and lifted the ball high, but his recovery was a little slow.

It was too late to defend with the backhand.

歘!
Like a flash of white lightning, the ping-pong ball flew out.

"This is a backhand rip high up."

Xu Xin was stunned. "Can you believe this is a straight-up phone? It looks a bit like Xiaopang."

To know.

When they were in the national table tennis team, Cheng Jingqi and Fan Zhendong had a particularly close relationship.

He is also familiar with Fan Zhendong's violent fighting style.

"really."

Cheng Jingqi laughed and said, "I even suspect that Brother Hao must have taught him this backhand move."

"Big hair hit the ball."

Xu Xin stared at the game intently, "Hook serve, also in the middle."

"Chen Jin hit a short shot... It's over. He didn't judge the rotation well and got served."

"Bang, one shot, one to two, congratulations..."

Xu Xin hadn't finished speaking yet.

It came to an abrupt end.

At the same time, an expression of incredible shock appeared on his face.

"what?"

Xu Xin was stunned. "This ball was actually saved by Chen Jin?"

Although the ball was barely saved, the quality was not high.

Chen Jin quickly retreated from the stage.

"Snapped!"

Wang Chuqin stood close to the table and angrily hit Chen Jin's backhand from the baseline corner.

This ball has a big angle.

Flying towards the advertising board on the sidelines.

"It's over. The ball is gone."

however.

Xu Xin hadn't finished speaking.

But Chen Jin suddenly leaped forward, grabbed him hard with his backhand, and used all his strength, including his forearm and wrist.

The racket swings like a crescent moon.

"Fuck!"

In the live broadcast room, Xu Xin immediately reacted after seeing Chen Jin's backhand move. His eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Backhand cut from far away?!"

The words have not yet fallen.

The ping-pong ball suddenly flew out, drawing an extremely exaggerated and strange arc in the air.

It went around the net and landed on Wang Chuqin's right half of the billiard table.

"Can you bring this back to me?!"

Wang Chuqin's pupils suddenly trembled and he was shocked.

Just wanted to take action.

But Chen Jin's side-cut rotation was so exaggerated to an unbelievable level.

It fell on the table and didn't bounce at all.

Instead, it rolled straight over, almost sticking to the table.

How to catch this ball?
Not only Wang Chuqin, but all the audience at the scene, including those watching the live broadcast, were dumbfounded.

"What's going on?"

Even Wang Chuqin's fans forgot to shout when they saw this goal.

They looked at each other, at a loss.

"Did it just land on some sweat or dust?"

Cheng Jingqi was stunned.

"Probably not."

Xu Xin took a deep breath, but still couldn't suppress the shock in his heart, "It was Chen Jin's side cut, the rotation was terribly strong."

He is a master of rotation, and his understanding of rotation is among the best in the entire table tennis world.

Chen Jin's shot just now was incredible in terms of strength, touch and timing.

This made Xu Xin make such a judgment.

"If it's really just spinning, then the spin on this ball is too scary."

Cheng Jingqi opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.

At this moment.

Live, in the audience.

Suddenly someone shouted: "There's something wrong with the ball. It must be because of dust or sweat on the table."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Wang Chuqin's fans stood up one after another, holding up their cheering signs and shouting loudly.

"That's definitely the case. This ball will be replayed."

"Yes, rematch."

The fans at the scene were extremely excited.

It seemed as if even the dome of the venue was about to be blown off.

"Whoo~"

Taking a deep breath and coming back to his senses from the shock, Wang Chuqin looked closely at the spot where the ball landed on the table.

Nothing.

no doubt.

This is because the side spin of Chen Jin’s ball just now was incredibly strong.

This resulted in the ball being unable to bounce the moment it hit the ground, but instead sinking violently and rolling down along the table.

Moreover, after the ping-pong ball hits the ground, it continues to spin.

This is enough to prove how exaggerated and terrifying the rotation of this ball is.

"Is this kid's backhand strength so strong?"

Wang Chuqin was shocked.

But he didn't speak.

Instead, he walked forward, swung the racket back and forth a few times, and wiped the table with his hand.

This scene caught the eyes of fans.

"Do you see it?"

Someone shouted, "Big Head is wiping the table. There must be dust or sweat."

"Rematch!"

"Rematch! Rematch! Rematch..."

All of a sudden.

The crowd was excited and shouts filled the entire venue.

"Did the ball really land on dust or sweat?"

Lin Shidong looked at Wang Hao beside him and asked curiously.

"not necessarily."

Wang Hao crossed his arms across his chest, his expression solemn, "Chen Jin's backhand side cut just now had a lot of wrist power and strong side spin. It might not bounce when it landed on the table."

"So how should we judge the situation now?"

Lin Shidong frowned.

"It's very simple."

Wang Hao said, "Even if it really lands on dust or sweat, as long as it is on the stage and not caught, the opponent will score."

Unsurprisingly.

The referee raised his hand decisively, indicating that Chen Jin scored.

Instantly.

The fans at the scene were in an uproar.

"Is this referee blind? Does he understand the rules? If not, get out now!"

"That's right, there's obviously dust and sweat on this ball, why not replay it?"

"The black-hearted referee must be condemned!"

……

Until the referee reminded.

The scene gradually became quiet.

In this regard, Chen Jin remained calm from beginning to end.

"Chen Jin definitely scored the goal. I don't know what the big-headed fans at the scene were arguing about."

Xu Xin said in the live broadcast room.

"Correct."

Cheng Jingqi nodded, "The points must go to Chen Jin, because he went on stage and didn't catch the big head."

"The only debate about this ball is whether it was because of the excessive spin or because it landed on dust or sweat."

While talking.

The two glanced at the comments in the live broadcast room.

There are various opinions.

"Brother Xin, what do you think?"

Cheng Jingqi turned and looked at Xu Xin beside him.

"I can only say that, in my personal opinion, the spin is too strong."

Xu Xin thought for a moment and said, "Let me tell you my reasons. I am a straight-blade player myself, and my playing skills are... okay."

"Just now I saw Chen Jin's movements, the strength of his wrist, and the arc of the ball. The side spin was really exaggerated."

“If I were playing for fun, maybe I could hit a ball like this.”

"But in the competition, it's super, super difficult."

Just as Xu Xin was analyzing.

Cheng Jingqi suddenly said: "The playback is coming, the playback is coming."

"Watch the replay, zoom in."

Xu Xin couldn't help but stand up, leaning forward, trying to get closer, "Slow motion..."

boom!
Suddenly he slammed the table.

"No dust, no sweat... you see what I'm saying."

Xu Xin was full of pride, "Please type 'Xu Xin is still too comprehensive' in the barrage."

"Top Ten Goals, no way around it."

"Fortunately, I didn't play in this match, otherwise, how could I compete with Chen Jin's ball?"

"Where can I put my old face?"

at the same time.

on site.

A slow-motion replay of Chen Jin's goal was also being played on the big screen.

Anyone with eyes can see that the ball lands cleanly.

No dust, no sweat.

Those fans at the scene who had just clamored for a "rematch" were now silent, as if they had lost their parents.

It was as if his entire soul had been drained out, and he slumped in the chair.

The huge stadium was in complete silence.

Unpredictable.

Zhang Jiahao suddenly shouted: "Brother Jin, awesome!"

Stand up and applaud Chen Jin vigorously.

"Wow--"

Other audience members also stood up, applauded and cheered.

Only the fans sat there, their faces gloomy and silent.

"Chen Jin's shot was indeed beautiful."

Wang Hao smiled, "I'm afraid even he won't be able to beat another one in the future."

To hit this ball, power, speed, rotation, arc and timing all need to be perfectly coordinated.

Being able to do this also requires some luck.

"But being able to do it once is enough to brag about for the rest of your life."

Lin Shidong smiled.

He could even imagine it.

After this game, Chen Jin's goal is bound to be included in various collections of wonderful goals.

What's more, there may be various masters who will imitate and try their best to recreate this goal.

Regardless of the outcome, Chen Jin's name will leave a deep mark in the entire history of table tennis because of this goal.

(End of this chapter)