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

Chapter 15 [015] Long Rubber Slice

When the words "Chen Jin" echoed in the national table tennis training hall.

Swish!
In an instant, the eyes of everyone at the scene were all focused on Chen Jin.

Nervous and fearful.

It was as if after the Battle of Changping, the people of Zhao suddenly witnessed Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an.

Except for a few people, those who had drawn the lot and those who had not drawn the lot seemed to be strangled by a pair of big hands.

His breathing was a little choked and his face was full of tension.

after all.

The match between Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang last night was too one-sided, it was simply a massacre.

Not only did he beat Xie Mingyang to death, but he also left psychological trauma in almost everyone.

The Chen Jin in front of him seemed gentle and harmless.

But in fact, in the eyes of everyone, he is no different from the hideous and terrifying god of death.

The group that Chen Jin is in seems so pale and powerless if described with the four words "death group".

It should be called the "Eighteen Levels of Hell Group" or the "Ping Pong Dream Shattered Group".

"Uh……"

Feeling everyone's nervous gazes, Chen Jin smiled bitterly and helplessly, "Am I really that scary?"

Everyone: "In the match last night, you abused the newly crowned Youth Championship champion Xie Mingyang. Don't you have any idea of what's going on?"

but.

The rules of the competition have already been determined. In the first round of the round-robin, at least three people will be in the same group with Chen Jin.

I just don’t know who those three unlucky guys are.

Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Jin slowly walked towards the lottery box.

Anyang and others clenched their fists, their sweat already soaking the slips in their hands, their eyes fixed on Chen Jin's every move, their hearts beating wildly, almost jumping out of their throats.

But Chen Jin did not hesitate and casually took out a note from the box.

Expand it and take a look.

The note clearly said "16".

At this time, Li Qian leaned over, took a look, and then announced loudly.

"Chen Jin, group 16."

This statement came out.

Everyone who drew the lot breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky to have survived a disaster.

"Oh my god, you scared me to death."

The little fat boy Anyang wiped the sweat off his forehead and gasped for breath. "Fortunately, I didn't meet Chen Jin in the first round. My chances of advancing have increased a lot."

Not only him, but everyone else who drew the lot had the same thought.

Now it's the turn of the remaining people who haven't drawn lots yet to get nervous.

"Next, Chen Zihan."

Li Qian continued to call out names.

As soon as he finished speaking, a boy with glasses stood up.

Standing in front of the lottery box, I took a long breath, and was visibly nervous, with my whole body shaking.

He muttered to himself like a mantra: "It must not be sixteen groups, it must not be sixteen groups..."

After a prayer.

Only then did Chen Zihan reach into the lottery box.

With his eyes closed, he fumbled for a while and finally chose one of the notes.

"Death is death!"

Chen Zihan gritted his teeth and took out the sign.

He turned a blind eye, timidly, and opened the note bit by bit.

If you don’t know, you might think he was playing cards called Three Sides.

After all the calls came out.

next second.

"7? Group ! I'm from Group !"

The moment Chen Zihan saw the number on the note, he seemed to be released from prison, and he shouted excitedly, "I'm not Group 16! I'm not Group 16!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Chen Zihan took the note, said mua, mua, and kissed it hard.

Then, he held his head high and chest puffed out like a triumphant general, walking back to the crowd amid everyone's envious gazes.

Looking at Chen Zihan's back, Li Qian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's like Fan Jinzhong, he's gone crazy."

This is the draw for the first round of the round-robin tournament.

Unless he is eliminated in the top 64, he may be in the same group with Chen Jin in the next few rounds.

It's only a matter of time. Why make yourself so nervous?

of course.

Li Qian could actually understand this. After all, the strength that Chen Jin showed in last night's match was too terrifying.

If it were him, he probably wouldn't want to be in the same group with Chen Jin too early, for fear of being beaten by him and having his faith shattered.

The drawing continues.

"Next, Cui Jilong."

"Cui Jilong, Group 9."

……

"Next, Deng Gaoyang."

"Deng Gaoyang, group three."

……

"Next, Deng Huan."

"Deng Huan, Group 13."

……

"Next, Ding Xiaowei."

As soon as he heard the name, Zhang Jiahao suddenly had some reaction: "Ding Xiaowei?"

"how?"

Chen Jin turned his head and looked at him, "Know him?"

"I played against him in the quarter-finals of the Youth Championship."

Zhang Jiahao was still in shock. "This guy used a horizontal slice, long rubber on the forehand, anti-rubber on the backhand, and a reverse shot style. It was disgusting. I almost lost to him."

"Long rubber? Slice?"

Chen Jin's eyes suddenly lit up, "At such a young age, playing with long rubber will save you decades of detours."

In today's table tennis world, both professional and amateur, two-sided double backhand is the mainstream.

The slice style of play is almost extinct.

In the past two or three decades, apart from Zhu Shixu from Korea, there has been no other chopping player who broke into the top ten in the world.

As for long rubber, it is also difficult to encounter in professional competitions.

We only encounter this sometimes on the women's team.

For example, Batra from the White Elephant Women’s Team, the Mysterious Master, and Grandma Ni.

However, in the amateur field, especially in the park and wild fields, long rubber is the favorite of the elderly.

Combined with irregular serves, it can often break people's hearts and make them go raise pigs.

Of course, the fact that this long-rubber chopping player named Ding Xiaowei was able to reach the semi-finals of the Youth Championship is enough to show his strength.

Moreover, as long as the long rubber is not illegal such as solidified or mushroom head, the competition system allows it.

"It's more than just the semi-finals."

Zhang Jiahao continued, "In the group stage, Xie Mingyang and Ding Xiaowei competed for the first place in the group. In the final tiebreak, the score was 6-6. If Xie Mingyang hadn't been lucky and hit the net twice but didn't make it out of the table, Xie Mingyang would have lost."

"In a word, long rubber slice is really fucking disgusting!"

"After playing the semifinals with this guy, I wanted to go to the bathroom and throw up."

Hear the words.

Chen Jin looked at Ding Xiaowei, with a hint of high interest in his eyes: "Long rubber slice, quite interesting."

When he was in the provincial team, he also played against long rubber.

I even went to the park night club to fight with those long rubber masters.

I also have a certain understanding of the characteristics of the long rubber playing style.

It’s not as exaggerated as the legend says.

However, a long-rubber chopping player like this who can reach the semi-finals of the Youth Championship is by no means comparable to the long-rubber uncle in the park.

This immediately made Chen Jin feel a little bit of anticipation.

Perhaps because of his confidence in his own unique playing style, Ding Xiaowei did not have the indescribable resistance and fear towards Chen Jin like others did when he drew lots.

On the contrary, there is some expectation.

"If I can beat Chen Jin, wouldn't that mean I'll be the strongest talent in this selection?"

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaowei became inexplicably excited.

He reached into the box and pulled out a note.

I opened it and took a look.

Ding Xiaowei was stunned for a moment, then he raised his lips and said, "Whatever you think comes true."

"With this kind of luck, who can beat me?"

He looked up at Chen Jin in the crowd, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"Ok?"

Chen Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, "This look... did you get picked to be in the same group with me?"

The mind has not changed.

Li Qian announced loudly, "Ding Xiaowei, group 16."