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

Chapter 148 Lin Shidong is stunned! Chen Jin advances to the finals!

Chapter 148 Lin Shidong is stunned! Chen Jin advances to the finals! (6K)

In previous matches, whether it was Francesca or Wang Chuqin, Chen Jin mostly swept their opponents like chopping melons and vegetables.

But this time, the showdown with Lin Shidong.

Except for the second game, there seemed to be an attempt to use the game as a training session, using Lin Shidong as a touchstone to test his backhand.

In the third and fourth games, Chen Jin wanted to win, but still lost.

After all, the person standing opposite him is the strongest new generation of the national table tennis team besides him.

The strength is already strong.

Once you get the hang of it, you can kill gods and Buddhas, and no one can stop you.

Among everyone, the one who knows Lin Shidong best is Wang Hao.

After watching the fourth game, Wang Hao felt a little depressed.

"Xiao Shitou's touch has started to pick up. Chen Jin is a little difficult to deal with."

Wang Hao frowned secretly.

To him, no matter whether it is Chen Jin or Lin Shidong, they are all his flesh and blood.

When Lin Shidong fell behind before, he couldn't bear it and broke into a cold sweat for Lin Shidong.

But now, things have changed.

Lin Shidong equalized the score, and the momentum was even stronger.

Wang Hao began to worry about Chen Jin again.

"This is Chen Jin's first time participating in this kind of competition. If he loses, will it be a devastating blow to his mentality?"

"Will a talented straight-blade teenager never recover from this setback, like a bright meteor across the sky of table tennis, leaving people with endless regrets?"

I thought so in my heart.

Wang Hao looked at Chen Jin and Lin Shidong who were sitting outside the venue to rest.

Suddenly, the scene brought back memories.

This scene seemed familiar.

"At the Beijing Olympics, Marin and I competed for the singles championship at home."

"Will Mr. Wu, who is sitting in the audience watching the game, feel the same way as I do now?"

Wang Hao suddenly fell silent.

Sitting alone, Chen Jin was sweating profusely and seemed to be thinking about something.

Holding half a banana in his hand, he chewed it slowly.

The score was tied at 2-2, and he and Lin Shidong returned to the starting line.

The next game will no longer be a best-of-seven game, but a best-of-three game.

Every game is crucial.

There is no room for error.

"Lin Shidong's touch has started to pick up. It's definitely not a good idea to fight him head-on."

"Moreover, his current style of play, standing in the middle or near the table, is not only powerful but also fast."

"You're not going to retreat, are you?"

"Then I will beat you until you leave the stage!"

A sharp light flashed in the dark pupils, as if emitting the light of a sword.

Back to the game.

Change sides.

The moment of passing by.

As soon as Chen Jin and Lin Shidong's eyes met.

"boom!"

It's like Mars hitting the Earth.

Full of gunpowder flavor.

Picking up the racket, Chen Jin breathed out and wiped it gently.

The movements were gentle, but the eyes were sharp.

It’s like a peerless swordsman who wipes his three-foot-long blade before killing someone.

immediately.

Bend your legs slightly and lower your body.

His eyes were like the gaze of an eagle and a wolf, emitting two terrifying rays of light.

0: 0.

Lin Shidong serves with his forehand.

Right of center line.

Side down.

Chen Jin chopped the long bottom line.

Twisting his waist, Lin Shidong turned his body away and forced a forehand forward diagonal move.

Chen Jin quickly backhanded and tore through the middle.

He successfully squeezed Lin Shidong's position again.

This made it impossible for Lin Shidong to exert strength in his waist and abdomen.

There was no other way, Lin Shidong could only barely defend the shot with his forehand.

The quality of the return ball is not ideal.

"Chance!"

Chen Jin decisively turned sideways and charged forward with his forehand.

Snapped!
Like a meteorite falling, with great force and heaviness.

Fortunately, Lin Shidong reacted quickly enough and hit the ball with his backhand.

It’s a pity that the landing point was a little off.

It just happened to fall on Chen Jin's forehand.

Isn't this a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?

How could Chen Jin easily miss the opportunity?

"Snapped!"

Another explosive charge.

It penetrated Lin Shidong's forehand.

0: 1.

After getting off to a good start, Chen Jin silently clenched his fists, his eyes becoming more determined.

"Are we going to start hitting the target?"

Lin Shidong saw through Chen Jin's tactical intentions at a glance.

A ray of sharp light flashed from the bottom of his eyes.

Glancing at Chen Jin, Lin Shidong served the ball with a hook shot.

Middle road.

Rapid growth!

The intention of this serve is obvious.

It is to catch the opponent by surprise and block his position so that he cannot actively exert force.

The risks are high, but so are the rewards.

It often works wonders at critical moments.

Of course, the weakness of stealing long balls is also obvious.

In pursuit of speed, it is slightly inferior in rotation.

Once you are targeted by your opponent, it is easy to be caught off guard by the counterattack.

For example, this ball.

Chen Jin had already seen through every move of Lin Shidong when serving.

Predict the landing point and quickly move sideways.

Create space for hitting the ball.

Kick your legs.

Turn your waist.

Swing your arms.

Swing the racket.

The movements are smooth, like flowing water, and done in one go.

Power rises from the ground.

All the strength in my body poured out.

In a flash, they gathered on the racket.

"Snapped!"

The sound was like thunder, shaking the heaven and earth.

The power is like Pangu shattering the stars.

The tiny ping-pong ball, with its unrivaled power and rotation, seemed to be tearing through the air like lightning.

next second.

Without waiting for Lin Shidong to react.

It instantly penetrated the wide corner of his backhand baseline.

2: 0.

"nice shot!"

Xu Xin suddenly slammed the table, scaring Cheng Jingqi next to him so much that he trembled.

"Do you see it?"

“This is the forehand of the straight blade.”

Xu Xin was all smiles, still a little excited, "Don't give me a chance. If you give me even the slightest chance, once I catch you, no matter how good your counterattack is, I will still beat you."

"Look at the replay, the landing point and arc of Chen Jin's forehand burst, the trajectory of the ball in the air... Oh my god!"

Xu Xin kept talking and drew an arc with his finger, "In the era of 40+ plastic balls, it is really exaggerated that a forehand burst can have such a C-shaped arc."

"The key is, he is only sixteen years old... No, not even sixteen years old, just like the Fatty back then."

Talking about Fan Zhendong.

Cheng Jingqi couldn't help but smile.

Back then, Xiaopang was only thirteen years old and he started practicing basketball with Wang Hao.

At the age of sixteen, he became famous in one battle.

It is indeed somewhat similar to Chen Jin at this moment.

"Friends, there is no need to say, I dare to conclude now."

Xu Xin said seriously, "If nothing unexpected happens, Chen Jin will be the next super grand slam winner after Xiaopang."

"Trust my Kobo 1."

"If you don't believe me, then give me a dime."

"Picking his nose in disbelief."

The voice just fell.

The number of barrages in the live broadcast room suddenly skyrocketed.

Some people believe Xu Xin's statement, or maybe he just talks nonsense.

But, there is more doubt.

As we all know, straight boards require a lot of talent.

In today's era where horizontal-blade playing is the mainstream, it remains unknown how far Chen Jin's straight-blade playing style can go.

After all, Chen Jin is still a rookie player.

Just like when Zhang Benzhihe first debuted, wasn't he also a genius and defeated Zhang Jike, Ma Taki and other main players of the national table tennis team at a young age?

Until Zhang Benzhihe met Xu Xin.

In addition, the Chinese national table tennis team has studied Zhang Benzhihe's playing style, as well as Zhang Benzhihe's continuous technical improvements as he grows older.

This curbed Zhang Benzhihe's momentum.

Of course, Tomokazu Harimoto's performance at the Paris Olympics is a story for later.

Just as the comment said.

"Chen Jin has only played a few games now, and it is normal for him to win repeatedly. It is probably the rookie protection period. After the Macau Championship, he will definitely be studied. Let's see if he can still win in the future."

"The world is dominated by horizontal boards nowadays. No matter how powerful the straight boards are, they are only a flash in the pan... Don't argue. If I argue, I am right."

"Don't underestimate the current outsourcing. In addition to Japan and Korea, European table tennis is also on the rise. The era when China's table tennis team was the only dominant force is almost gone."

"Don't borrow money for the Super Slam. Beat Little Stone first."

……

Looking at the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room, there were a lot of questioning voices.

“I’m definitely not setting a flag here.”

Xu Xin smiled indifferently, "If you don't believe me, let's wait and see. Everyone is welcome to come and dig the grave when the time comes."

That’s all.

He turned his eyes and continued watching the game.

"what?"

"It's 4-0 so quickly? What happened just now?"

Xu Xin was a little surprised.

"Chen Jin switched to a high toss serve."

Cheng Jingqi laughed and said, "Little Stone ate two in a row."

"I thought Chen Jin could only hook the ball, but it turns out he can also throw the ball high."

Xu Xin smiled.

"Little Stone serves the ball sideways."

"Chen Jin is short."

"Little Stone swings back and makes a small triangle..."

"I go!"

Xu Xin suddenly exclaimed.

An expression of disbelief and shock appeared on his face.

Stunned, he and Cheng Jingqi looked at each other in surprise.

at this time.

It's playing back on the screen.

Seeing Lin Shidong making a backhand triangle of his own, Chen Jin suddenly jumped up.

"Horses trample flying swallows!"

"Fly and blast in a straight line!"

Xu Xin opened his eyes wide, and after a long while, he came to his senses.

"Oh my god, this quality..."

Xu Xin smiled bitterly, "The key is that Chen Jin swayed a bit, making Xiao Shitou think that he was going to hit him diagonally, so he pounced on the backhand position."

"In the end, I was deceived by Chen Jin again."

Xu Xin praised, "This ball is played so elegantly. How many people can play such an elegant ball nowadays?"

"The director understood very well and gave the camera to Marin."

Cheng Jingqi smiled and said, "Ma Lin laughed again, and he laughed very happily."

"I guess Marin is saying, 'It's still my ball,' 'This guy stole my ball again.'"

Xu Xin smiled.

"Chen Jin's playing is really spiritual."

Cheng Jingqi looked at the close-up shot of Lin Shidong shaking his head and sighing, and felt a little sad for some reason, "Little Shitou is really upset too."

"Chen Jin is playing coquettishly and won't fight you head-on. What can you do?"

Xu Xin said, "The only way now is to kick the ball long and force Chen Jin to play."

0: 5.

Lin Shidong grew taller again.

Left of center line.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin seemed to have already calculated Lin Shidong's serving route.

Rushing sideways at an extremely fast speed.

His strength is as strong as mountains and his momentum is as fast as lightning.

Lin Shidong rushed to his right hand in a hurry, but unfortunately it was still half an inch short.

Didn't even touch the ball.

6: 0.

Lin Shidong frowned and shook his head, muttering to himself as he walked to the referee's table.

Pick up a towel and wipe off the sweat.

At the same time, slow down the pace and adjust your mindset.

"Chen Jin's fighting style is very varied."

Liu Guoliang turned to look at Ma Lin and said with a smile, "In this round, whether it was the sideways charge, the flying lob, or the high toss serve, there was a bit of your playing style in the past."

"When Lin Shidong is done, I hope he won't be so sick that he runs to the bathroom and vomits."

Marin laughed.

However, Chen Jin's basketball IQ and touch clearly showed that he was deliberately imitating his ball.

This is not surprising.

As they are all disciples of Wu, it is normal for Mr. Wu to extract the essence of the playing styles of several top straight-blade players, integrate them, and pass them on to Chen Jin.

What's more, straight boards require talent.

Chen Jinneng's ability to use his skills flexibly during competition is also his strength.

"His high toss serve is still a little off."

Marin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Whenever, I'll give him some pointers."

"With Chen Jin's talent, maybe in the next match, just his serve will make people vomit with disgust."

Other than that.

Although the quality of Chen Jin's flying pick is already quite high, there is still room for improvement.

"It's a pity that Chen Jin only practices horizontal hitting. From now on, no one will inherit my pushing and blocking skills. Sigh..."

Marin felt a little regretful.

As backhand techniques continue to improve, the backhand push and block technique of one-sided play is destined to be eliminated.

This is also Mo's helpless thing,

"I also have a forehand side cut, I can do that with it then..."

The mind has not changed.

Sudden.

Marin's pupils trembled: "Huh?"

“Isn’t this a forehand side cut?”

"So this kid has already learned it?"

On the playing field.

Lin Shidong, who was behind in the score, also started to catch up.

Shoot left and right, and adjust the landing point.

Chen Jin was actually too tired to run for a while.

Suddenly, Lin Shidong rushed forward and pounced on Chen Jin in the middle.

With Chen Jin's position close to the table, it was too late for him to move sideways or switch to the backhand.

Chen Jin was not in a hurry. He shrugged his shoulders, shrank his body, adjusted the shape of the board with his fingers, faced the ball, shook his forearm and wrist, and wiped the board. Forehand side cut!

The return ball appears to be half high.

"Chance!"

Lin Shidong was delighted.

Pour strength into your right arm and swing the racket violently.

Snapped!
Hit the net.

Lin Shidong was stunned: "Is the backspin of this side cut so strong?"

He knew clearly that Chen Jin's side cut was enough to turn the original topspin ball into backspin.

However, I didn't expect that Chen Jin's side-cutting backspin would be so strong.

Even with the force of his explosive attack, he was unable to forcibly offset the rotation.

7: 0.

"This style of play is really disgusting."

After looking at the scoreboard and knowing that the game wasn't over yet, Lin Shidong felt like vomiting.

What made Lin Shidong feel even more devastated was.

The touch that he had finally built up in the fourth game was wiped out by Chen Jin.

Next.

Continuous mistakes.

The score soon reached 10:0.

"It's time to give points and compete in acting skills again."

Different from outsourced competitors.

After all, it's a civil war, and we can't let our teammates lose too badly in front of everyone.

However, the acting skills must be improved this time.

The performance should not be too obvious.

Think of this.

Chen Jin made a hook shot.

Lin Shidong made a short pass.

Chen Jin swung back.

Lower the net.

10: 1.

"Give up one."

How could Xu Xin not see such an obvious handicap? "Leave a way out for us so we can meet again in the future."

"Although it is not popular to concede the ball now, in a situation like this, we still have to concede one."

Xu Xin turned to look at Cheng Jingqi, "This makes the ball's acting skills ..."

"good."

Cheng Jingqi smiled and said, "Much better than some people."

“Some people shouldn’t include me, right?”

Xu Xin smiled.

"Have you forgotten how cool you hit that shot?"

Cheng Jingqi rolled his eyes.

"Don't mention the dark history."

Xu Xin covered his face and said, "It's so embarrassing."

"Logically, Little Stone should return one point."

Unsurprisingly.

Chen Jin serves again.

Lin Shidong touched it lightly and the ball went into the net.

Then, put down the racket.

He picked up the towel, wiped the sweat off his face, and walked towards the rest area.

In this round, I was a little confused by Chen Jin's performance.

Lin Shidong wiped the sweat off his face and kept thinking about the game just now.

Sudden.

Someone patted his shoulder.

"Ok?"

Lin Shidong was slightly stunned.

When I turned around, what caught my eye was Chen Jin's smiling face.

"what happened?"

Lin Shidong was stunned for a moment and thought, why is he with me?

"Ahem, your rest area is over there."

Chen Jin reminded.

"what?"

Lin Shidong looked back.

What the hell!

Sure enough, I went the wrong way!
This is so fucking embarrassing!
"Excuse me."

Lin Shidong blushed.

Amid the laughter of the audience, he turned and walked quickly towards the rest area on the other side.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Xuperman's live broadcast room was filled with Xu Xin's hearty laughter, "Little Stone is too focused."

"I guess he's thinking about the strategy for the next round. He's a bit absent-minded."

Cheng Jingqi smiled and said, "We are behind 2 to 3, so we might still be a little nervous."

"Little Stone, you don't need to think too much about the strategy for the next round."

Xu Xin raised his index finger and said, "One word, spell it out."

"Be more proactive when you start, and don't give Chen Jin a chance to get the first three boards."

"When you need to twist, twist. When you need to charge, charge. Don't hesitate. Hesitation will lead to defeat."

"For Chen Jin, as long as he can withstand Xiao Shitou's attack, this game is basically a sure win."

To Lin Shidong, there was indeed nothing wrong with what he said.

But for Chen Jin, playing steadily and cautiously in the crucial game is not his style at all.

Chen Jin also expected that in the next match, Lin Shidong would definitely fight with his back against the wall and fight with all his might.

"I want to see how fierce your fighting ball is."

Game six.

Chen Jin changed his tactics again.

Start by stealing the long position directly.

Two consecutive long balls, fast and high, landed directly at Lin Shidong's backhand baseline.

It was completely beyond Lin Shidong's expectations.

0: 2.

"Hoho hey haho."

Chen Jin took the lead right from the start and scored two points at lightning speed.

Lin Shidong jumped a few times on the spot.

Hook serve.

It's also a long ball.

After watching Lin Shidong's previous games, I know that Lin Shidong also has the habit of "taking shortcuts when in doubt".

Therefore, Chen Jin kept a close eye on the ball.

At the moment Lin Shidong served the ball.

Chen Jin took a half step back.

Facing the incoming ball, he threw it backhand.

"Snapped!"

Lin Shidong was shocked: "Who is behind in the score?"

"Why does he fight more fiercely than me?"

Fortunately, Lin Shidong reacted in time.

He hit the ball with his backhand.

Regardless of the quality of the return, at least he got on stage.

After returning the ball, Lin Shidong did not hesitate and quickly retreated to the middle table.

no doubt.

What he was about to face next was Chen Jinru's torrential bombardment.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin took advantage of the situation to tear the diagonal line back.

Squat down, wait until the ping-pong ball is in the middle of its descent, and then pull it back toward the center with your forehand.

Simultaneously.

He pushed his feet hard, like a spring, and quickly returned to the center line.

Standing in this position, you can watch both the forehand and the backhand.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin rushed forward with his forehand.

Aiming at the landing point, Lin Shidong adjusted his steps and threw it out with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

Turn from defense to offense.

Instead, Chen Jin was forced to withdraw from the stage.

Chen Jin retreated to the middle table, stood firmly in a horse stance, and made a forehand shot in a diagonal line.

At this time, Lin Shidong had already stood firmly on his feet.

"Snapped!"

……

The two ran all over the stage.

A powerful forehand shot and a powerful backhand twist.

Pace, physical strength, reaction...all are huge tests.

There was a violent exchange of attacks from mid-range and long range, and in the blink of an eye more than a dozen rounds had already passed.

This is not a table tennis ball!

It's obviously tennis!

immediately.

They fought for a few more rounds.

As Lin Shidong squatted on the ground and twisted his hand back, his body leaned back and he was unable to get up, so he sat down on the ground.

They could only watch Chen Jin squatting and twisting in the same posture, but his body suddenly bounced up.

The ping-pong ball flew in the air, drawing an extremely exaggerated C-shaped arc.

Lin Shidong wanted to get up and save the ball, but it was too late.

Sitting on the ground, looking helpless.

The whole audience cheered.

It's not only for Chen Jin to win, but also for Lin Shidong.

"Wonderful!"

Liu Guoliang couldn't help but applaud, "Both of them played very well."

"I'm not surprised that Lin Shidong can play like this."

Wang Hao nodded and said, "But Chen Jin's backhand transitions are so smooth, and he can actually compete with Lin Shidong in mid-range and long-range battles."

“That’s what surprised me the most.”

To know.

Lin Shidong has joined the national table tennis team for four years.

The systematic training resources he received are by no means comparable to what Chen Jin received in the provincial team.

however.

Under such circumstances, Chen Jin could still compete with Lin Shidong.

His talent is astonishing.

It is hard to imagine how terrifying Chen Jin would be after systematic training.

"As long as there aren't so many injuries, I'm afraid no one will be able to shake Chen Jin's position in the next ten years, or even longer."

Of course, this is just Wang Hao's speculation.

The future is hard to predict.

What if a more powerful man suddenly shows up from the outside?

But no matter what, as it concerns the future of the national table tennis team, Chen Jin must be trained well.

If anyone dares to take advantage of Chen Jin, I will fight him to the death first!
Think of this.

Wang Hao glanced at someone next to him out of the corner of his eye.

0: 3.

But Lin Shidong slowly got up from the ground, walked to the left side of his own table, touched the table and wiped the sweat off his face.

Chen Jin also walked forward, and took the opportunity to wipe his sweat and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"

"fine."

Lin Shidong smiled and shook his head, then gave a thumbs up, "Well done."

"You too."

That’s all.

The two of them then walked away.

The game continues.

Lin Shidong didn't seem to be affected by the previous goal loss.

The fight is still fierce.

It was like a wounded lion, struggling and fighting back against a pack of wolves.

On the other hand, Chen Jin was equally ruthless.

The scores of the two players rose alternately.

but,
Chen Jin always maintained a two-point lead.

8: 10.

After a brutal fight.

The game finally came to game point.

It is also the match point.

"Whoo~"

Lin Shidong took a deep breath, his face showing visible tension, "We are still two points behind."

"Luckily it was my serve."

"As long as I can tie the game, I still have a chance."

"What ball?"

"Short ball?"

"Stealing long?"

"Topspin?"

"Backspin?"

"Forehand?"

"Hook?"

……

In my mind, there was a struggle between heaven and man.

After a long while, Lin Shidong finally made a decision.

Hook!

Side down!

Short ball!

Landing point, slightly to the right of the center line.

The moment he served the ball, Lin Shidong immediately returned to his original position, taking small steps continuously, ready to receive Chen Jin's serve at any time.

Short play?

Chop long?

"None of it is right."

"It's a backhand twist!"

But Chen Jin took a step forward and quickly inserted his right leg under the table.

Push off the ground with your left leg, tensing your muscles.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

Bring your forearms inward and lower your wrists.

Get ahead of the incoming ball's taking-off point, generate force from the ground, and exert force with inch strength.

At this moment, Chen Jin seemed to be possessed by Peak Zhang.

There was a murderous look in his eyes.

Like a lone wolf, bloodthirsty.