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

Chapter 153: The treatment of the only straight-blade player in the national table tennis team! Midnight extra practice with Ma Long!

The next few days.

The three points and one line are all training.

It was boring and tedious, but everything went according to plan and in an orderly manner.

As the head coach of the men's team, Wang Hao is in the training hall almost every day, and he will take time to guide Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang's training.

Of course, his "emptiness" may sometimes be a bit too much.

As for the other players, Wang Hao stood by with his arms folded across his chest, looking serious. He watched for two or three minutes and gave some casual instructions: "Your forehand should be like this, your backhand like this...Okay, practice like this."

It's Chen Jin's turn.

Wang Hao not only gave instructions verbally, but also demonstrated personally. He was smiling throughout the whole process and chatted and laughed with Chen Jin.

How can this be called a biological son!

She is obviously my biological daughter!

Moreover, Wang Hao himself is a daughter-slave!

Even Lin Shidong, his direct disciple, was so jealous after seeing this: Coach Wang, so love will disappear, right?
There's nothing we can do about it, because he's not a straight guy.

Moreover, Chen Jin's strength and achievements are indeed worthy of Wang Hao's attention.

Liu Guoliang, who is busy with many things, occasionally shows up and, apart from inspecting, also pays extra attention to Chen Jin.

He even ignored his old waist and personally demonstrated to Chen Jin how to coordinate the waist and horse when playing forehand.

In addition, Liu Guoliang fulfilled his previous promise.

He accompanied Chen Jin specifically and practiced receiving serves with blocked serves for an hour and a half.

To know.

Liu Guoliang's blocked serve was a unique skill in that legal era.

Rotation, arc, landing point... are often unexpected and difficult to guard against.

It's much better than someone's blocked serve.

At first, Chen Jin ate his fill.

However, as he gradually became familiar with the routine of blocking serve and with Chen Jin's meticulous observation, he finally mastered some techniques.

In addition, Liu Guoliang did not hide his knowledge and explained in detail the techniques and experience of receiving serves.

Later on, Chen Jin almost never ate the ball.

"Ruzi can be taught."

Liu Guoliang was overjoyed, and then he put down his racket and said to Chen Jin, "You are the only straight-blade player in our national table tennis team, you must fight for the straight-blade."

"Yes!"

Chen Jin nodded seriously.

Xue Fei, who was not far away, looked at the racket in his hand with some suspicion and almost fainted in the toilet: Coach Liu, why don’t you open your eyes and look at me again?

Even Marin, who lives next door, often comes to visit.

His goal is very clear.

I'm here for Chen Jin.

The three masters of straight-blade tennis have their own unique playing styles.

Moreover, they are all representatives and pinnacles of their respective straight-blade playing styles.

From serving and receiving, to table skills, forehand burst, backhand horizontal hit, and even push and block, all kinds of playing experience and awareness...

They take turns serving Chen Jin. Who wouldn't be jealous?

It’s hard for Chen Jin not to improve his skills.

not to mention.

With Chen Jin's talent for understanding and his passion for table tennis and straight-blade tennis, his progress has been rapid.

Since returning from the Macau Championship, there are less than ten days left until the start of the BJ Grand Slam.

Especially for new players like Xie Mingyang who still have to play in the qualifying rounds, time is particularly tight.

It’s different from the qualifying round in Lima.

There are a total of sixty-four players from various countries participating in the BJ Grand Slam Qualifying Tournament.

In three days, eight people were selected to advance to the main competition.

As for the Chinese men's singles player, including Xie Mingyang, there are exactly eight players participating in the qualifying round.

Xue Fei, Wen Ruibo, Zeng Beixun...all of them are rising stars of the national table tennis team.

As for the main competition list, players will be invited one by one according to the world ranking.

As Chen Jin won the Lima Regular Challenge and Macau Championships consecutively, his points jumped to 1,400 in one go.

As early as the day after the Macau Championship ended.

A new week begins and the world rankings are updated.

Chen Jin successfully made it into the top 20 in the world with 1,400 points.

Ranking, nineteenth.

Just surpassing European star Alex LeBron.

That is Felix's brother.

Even if we only consider the ranking, we can still qualify for the BJ Grand Slam.

For the Chinese men's singles table tennis team, except for the qualifying round, the participants in the main competition have basically been determined.

Divided by ranking order.

Wang Chuqin, Liang Jingkun, Ma Long, Lin Shidong, Lin Gaoyuan, Chen Jin, Zhou Qihao, Xiang Peng, Xu Yingbin, and Yuan Licen.

It directly accounts for one-sixth of the participating places.

The top five seeds in men's singles have been announced.

They are Wang Chuqin, Hugo, Liang Jingkun, Felix and Ma Long.

Except Fan Zhendong.

Qiu Dang and Chuang Chih-Yuan announced their withdrawal from the BJ Grand Slam due to injuries.

Upon hearing this news, Chen Jin was a little depressed: "Why did they withdraw from the competition? They all played against me in the Macau Championships."

"Withdrawing due to injury?"

Xie Mingyang said, "Could it be that I was hurt by your beating in the last game?"

"..."

Of course Chen Jin knew it was a joke.

After all, Qiu Dang and Zhuang Zhiyuan are both veterans in table tennis. How could they have any psychological trauma due to a defeat in a game?

As a professional athlete, it is normal to suffer from injuries during training and competitions.

Same as the qualifiers.

There are also sixty-four contestants in the main competition.

Divided into two halves, upper and lower.

Thirty-two people in each half zone.

As for the specific battle situation, it will have to wait until the draw on the 27th to be decided.

“In the last Macau Championship, Felix withdrew from the competition, but Qiu Dang was still there.

"This time in the BJ Grand Slam, Qiu Dang withdrew from the competition, but Felix is ​​still here."

Chen Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Did they make an appointment?"

Of course, Felix’s last withdrawal may have been because he had just finished playing in the Olympics at home and was physically and mentally exhausted.

Therefore, more time is needed to recuperate.

This time, Qiu Dang really had no choice but to withdraw from the competition due to injury.

The world is so big, there are so many coincidences.
“I hope I can play against Felix in this Grand Slam.”

Chen Jin was full of expectations.

It was one of his little wishes to defeat the current world No. 1 straight-blade player head-on.

9 month 20 day.

A drizzle of autumn rain came quietly.

The temperature plummeted.

However, for table tennis players, the impact is not significant.

The training is all indoors anyway.

more importantly.

For them, no matter it is extremely hot or extremely cold, they sweat profusely from morning to night.

Half past ten in the evening.

Ended a full day of training.

As usual, Ma Long packed his backpack and prepared to drive home after training.

"what?"

Sitting in the car, Ma Long touched his trouser pocket, searched in his backpack for a long time, and said to himself, "Where is my cell phone?"

“Siri?”

After calling out several times, Siri still didn't respond.

"It fell in the training hall?"

Ma Long recalled carefully, "It seems that I put it on the ground before..."

Although it is unlikely to be lost, who can live without a mobile phone these days?

Even if I go home, I probably won't be able to sleep the whole night.

So, Ma Long opened the car door and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

The autumn rain, as heavy as cow hair, mixed with cold wind, blows in my face.

It was so cold that Ma Long couldn't help shivering.

Walk quickly towards the training hall.

The lights in the training hall were still on.

"Is there anyone left?"

Ma Long was curious.

As soon as I got outside the door, I heard the rhythmic sound of hitting the ball.

It seems to be even more pleasant than Jolin Tsai’s singing.

Open the door and take a look.

The huge training hall was empty, almost everyone had left.

Only two lights were left, casting down from the high dome.

It illuminated a pool table and two figures.

"crunch-"

Suddenly I heard the sound of a door opening.

Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the same time.

"Team Dragon?"

But seeing Ma Long walking towards them quickly, he looked at the two of them with a smile and said, "It's so late, are you still training?"

According to the training intensity of the national table tennis team, it is nine hours a day without interruption.

The amount of exercise is enough.

If you don't practice hard enough, it may sometimes backfire.

It puts too much strain on the body and is prone to injury. "Coach Wang taught me a backhand spin move before, but I never got it right."

Chen Jin smiled and said, "So, I want to practice more and get a feel for it."

"Oh?"

Ma Taki immediately became interested, "What kind of backhand underspin?"

Standing by, interested.

Chen Jin did not hide it and demonstrated it to Xie Mingyang.

however.

The effect is still not ideal.

"I still can't reach the arc of Coach Wang's shot. I haven't found the perfect ratio of rotation and impact."

Chen Jin shook his head. "Coach Wang showed us the curve of the side turn before, just like Zhang Jike's Overlord Twist."

"Just like the thirsty bully?"

Ma Long's eyes widened, and a little color flew up in an instant, "Coach Wang, do you have any tricks that you haven't revealed yet?"

"Tell me, how did Coach Wang rush forward at that time?"

talking.

Ma Taki couldn't help himself and took a few steps closer.

"I saw Coach Wang's movements, and they were no different from normal backhand spins. It might be the fingers and wrists..."

Chen Jin explained in detail while performing the movements, "Get to the highest point of the half-step, bend your wrists inward, hold your body against the wall, and push forward."

"It landed in an arc, and suddenly, it was like a crescent-shaped scimitar."

A semicircle was drawn on the hand to show the arc that was seen at the time.

Ma Long was stunned and frowned slightly: "So exaggerated?"

"No!"

Xie Mingyang suddenly said, "It's even more exaggerated than this."

As a person who had experienced it personally, standing opposite Wang Hao, he knew the horror of this ball better than Chen Jin.

"what?"

Ma Long and Chen Jin looked at Xie Mingyang at the same time.

"Coach Wang's shot not only curved sideways in a C shape, but also sank very hard."

Xie Mingyang said seriously.

"Still sinking?"

Ma Long couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Let me try."

He put the backpack on the ground, took out the racket, blew on it, and wiped off the dust.

Then, stand in the backhand position.

Xie Mingyang sent a half-step forward.

Following the movements and postures just demonstrated by Chen Jin, Ma Taki used a horizontal board and a backhand downward spin.

The power-speed arc is beyond the reach of ordinary players.

But, compared with Wang Hao's goal, it is still far from it.

"wrong."

Xie Mingyang shook his head.

"Come again."

Ma Taki was concentrating.

"Still wrong."

"Come again."

……

"No, the arc is not enough."

"continue."

……

Tried more than a dozen balls in one go.

No matter how Ma Long adjusted, he was still not satisfied.

"That doesn't make sense."

Ma Long frowned slightly.

"Maybe it's because there's not enough side spin."

Chen Jin pondered and said, "Coach Wang used a straight board at that time."

"is it?"

Ma Long thought for a moment and said to Chen Jin, "Lend me the straight board."

He handed over his racket, and Ma Longgang took it and was a little surprised: "It's so heavy?"

"Number 301, forehand national madness, backhand D09... no wonder it's so heavy."

Ma Long laughed and said, "You really have an iron fist."

Since joining the national team, more than one person has raised this question.

Chen Jin scratched the tip of his nose and smiled awkwardly: "It's mainly because I'm used to it."

"I'm afraid it's more than just a habit."

Ma Long weighed the racket again and said, "Sacrificing speed in exchange for power... As long as the wrist talent is good enough, this choice is absolutely fine."

As expected of the GOAT of table tennis, he saw the key point at a glance.

"However, as you get older, your speed will inevitably decrease, and a style of play that trades speed for power will cause problems."

"We still have to reduce the weight of the racket in the future."

A word.

It’s almost the same as what Wang Hao said before.

Chen Jin nodded: "Understood, when I have some free time later, I will choose a suitable blade and rubber again."

"When the time comes, I may need to ask Team Long to help me check it out."

Ma Long agreed readily: "No problem."

Followed by.

Ma Taki used a straight blade and tried again under the guidance of Chen Jin.

As we all know, Ma Taki's career spanned six Olympic cycles.

We have experienced the era of Two Kings and One Horse and the Three Musketeers of Rio.

He once competed with top straight-blade players such as Wang Hao, Ma Lin, and Xu Xin.

Therefore, although he is a horizontal-blade player, he also has some understanding of the straight-blade.

not to mention.

The straight-blade and horizontal-blade are actually very similar in terms of movement framework and force techniques.

However, the fingers and wrists of the candy bar are more flexible.

Ma Taki held the straight racket and, following the previous posture, performed a backhand downward spin.

"Snapped!"

Great power and great speed.

Even Ma Taki himself was shocked: "Fuck!"

“Is the backhand of a straight-blade so explosive?”

Ma Taki laughed and said, "It's much better than my backhand of horizontal racket."

"Maybe I made the wrong choice when I was young. I should have played with a straight blade."

As he said this, he threw his head back and laughed.

Eyes like crescent moon, lips red and teeth white.

"With your talent, Captain Long, neither the horizontal blade nor the vertical blade can limit you."

Chen Jin smiled.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ma Long shook his hands and said with a smile, "No, I still can't choose a straight blade."

"My index finger hurts so much."

"That ball just now seemed pretty impressive, let's hit a few more."

immediately.

Xie Mingyang released a few more semi-released works.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

Based on the performance of the previous ball, Ma Taki continued to fine-tune the ratio of impact and friction.

The eighth ball.

"Break!"

Xie Mingyang suddenly raised his eyebrows: "This ball is a bit similar."

"is it?"

Ma Taki was greatly encouraged, "One more goal."

Snapped!
歘——

"Fuck!"

Seeing the side curve of the ball, Ma Taki was shocked.

"Correct!"

Xie Mingyang exclaimed in a low voice, "That's it."

Together with Chen Jin, they looked at Ma Taki in shock.

Did you master the technique so quickly?
He is indeed worthy of being called the God of Table Tennis!

"Sigh~"

Ma Long shook his hands again, "It's really not something that ordinary people can play with a straight board. My fingers really hurt."

"Captain Long, please give me some advice."

Chen Jin clasped his fists.

"This shot really requires touch, it's not something I can explain."

Ma Long returned the racket to Chen Jin, "Maybe you really need to practice more."

The feel of the hand is something mysterious.

Apart from talent, all that matters is hard training day after day.

With each step of training, water drips through stone.

Ma Taki's touch is also gradually honed through twenty years of daily training.

There is no such thing as a God in the world. He is just a gifted freak who works harder than everyone else.

(End of this chapter)