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

Chapter 171 Is there anyone giving Ma Long a buff off the court?

"Well played."

"Thank you."

After the game, Xiang Peng was sweating profusely and there was a bit of dejection in his eyes.

However, he still took the initiative to step forward and shake hands with Chen Jin.

Although he lost the game, he accepted the defeat with conviction.

Whether it is the ball inside the table or forehand or backhand.

Chen Jin's performance is amazing enough.

It is hard to imagine that this decisive and murderous young man in front of me is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The skills, tactics and mentality that Chen Jin displayed on the court did not seem like that of a rookie player who had only participated in a few world championships.

The four words "a promising future" are no longer enough to describe its strength.

Competing with such a master is my misfortune, but also my luck!

"If you can't beat me, you can't beat me."

Xiang Peng felt relieved. "I'm not as skilled as you. There's nothing much to say."

After all, with his current strength, he has too many shortcomings compared to Chen Jin.

But, to Xiang Peng's surprise.

After the game, I took a break and browsed posts online.

For unknown reasons, there were many more people on the hot search forum who cheered and supported him in this game.

"Come on, Xiang Peng, take down Chen Jin."

"As a new generation player in the national table tennis team, Xiang Peng is very capable. In this match, he will definitely be able to crush a new player who doesn't know his place."

"Xiang Peng, you have to believe in yourself. If you can't even defeat a newcomer, your future opportunities will only get fewer and fewer."

……

At first.

Xiang Peng took a quick look and was secretly delighted: "So I have so many fans?"

"Why didn't I know this before?"

however.

The more I looked down, the more I felt something was wrong.

“Why do posts supporting me always mention Chen Jin?”

Calm down and take a closer look.

Xiang Peng then discovered that the profile pictures of those who posted in support of him were mostly of the same person.

Seeing this, Xiang Peng suddenly realized: "It turns out that he used me as a substitute to attack."

The unhappiness in my heart is self-evident.

Of course, he still understands the principle of "fans' behavior should not be attributed to the main person".

So as not to affect internal unity.

"I'm curious about the next match, Chen Jin vs. Moregard."

“Who will they support?”

Xiang Peng rubbed his hands and couldn't help but look forward to tomorrow's game.

The game started at 6:35, and we got off work at 7:00.

At this point, the promotion situation in the upper half has become clear.

In the 1/4 zone, Lin Shidong VS Anders Lind.

That was the Danish player who eliminated Wang Chuqin in the round of 32.

In zone 2/4, Chen Jin versus Moregard.

And the lower half.

Only Hugo made it to the quarterfinals early on.

As for the remaining seats in the quarterfinals, they will be decided between Ma Taki, Lee Sang-soo, Liang Jingkun, Zhou Qihao, Xie Mingyang and Lin Gaoyuan.

Ten past seven.

Liang Jingkun versus Zhou Qihao.

Just like the previous game, it was also a civil war among the national table tennis players.

After the game and off-court interview, Chen Jin went to the locker room alone.

Due to Xie Mingyang's match, it was scheduled for the last game.

Therefore, accompanied by Li Qian, he did warm-up training and did not come to watch the game.

After taking a shower, I changed my clothes.

Chen Jin came to the audience.

The second game just ended.

Liang Jingkun leads the cycle number with a big score of 2:0.

"Liang Jingkun should be able to win this game...right?"

Wang Hao folded his arms across his chest, staring at the arena, feeling somewhat nervous.

Turning his eyes, he inadvertently found Chen Jin who was looking for a seat.

He immediately smiled, and the haze in his heart was instantly swept away.

It was like seeing his own son.

"Chen Jin!"

Wang Hao raised his hand and shouted, "Come here."

At this moment.

Lin Shidong was sitting next to Wang Hao, watching the game with him.

Looking around, he whispered, "Coach Wang, there are no seats left."

"is it?"

Wang Hao frowned slightly and turned his head to look.

There were indeed no empty seats nearby, and it was impossible to move a seat next to me.

On the other side, Chen Jin saw Wang Hao's gestures from afar, thinking that Wang Hao had some instructions, so he walked over here.

Just as Wang Hao frowned.

He withdrew his gaze and suddenly fell on Lin Shidong.

Lin Shidong was horrified by what he saw.

An ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

"Stone."

Wang Hao asked seriously, "Why are you sitting here?"

"Watch, watch the game."

Lin Shidong was a little nervous.

"Watching the game?"

Wang Hao frowned and said, "You have a game tomorrow. Why are you still watching it? Go train quickly."

Lin Shidong: “…”

Boss, didn't you ask me to come and watch the game?

Besides, I won’t be the only one having a competition tomorrow!

Doesn’t Chen Jin have it too?
Why not let Chen Jin go to training?

Lin Shidong looked aggrieved and looked at Wang Hao weakly and helplessly.

however.

His move obviously failed.

Seeing Chen Jin getting closer and closer, Wang Hao glared and shouted in a low voice: "Lin Shidong, hurry up!"

"Oh."

Lin Shidong was reluctant to leave, so he stood up and walked away slowly.
He looked back every three steps, his eyes full of resentment.

But Wang Hao was smiling happily, and suddenly he ignored the few wrinkles on his face, stood up to greet Chen Jin, and put his arm around Chen Jin's shoulder, behaved intimately, and sat side by side with him.

When he played games with me before, he called me Little Stone!

Now the new guy is better than the old guy, let’s call him Lin Shidong!

So, can love really disappear?

Lin Shidong sighed to the sky: "Oh my God, if you have given birth to Lin, why did you give birth to Chen?"

Looking at Lin Shidong's back as he left, Chen Jin asked curiously, "Why did Brother Shitou leave? Is there something wrong with him?"

"I went to training."

Wang Hao smiled and immediately added, "He volunteered."

"Is Brother Shitou so hardworking?"

Chen Jin was in awe.

"I watched your match with Xiang Peng just now. You played very well."

Wang Hao quickly changed the subject, "Xiang Peng has played in the French league for a year. Although his backhand has improved a lot, he is still not very firm in using his backhand at critical moments."

"Compared to Xiang Peng, you are indeed much more comprehensive."

Wang Hao looked at Chen Jin with a smile, "We are going to fight Moregard tomorrow, are you confident?"

At the Paris Olympics, Moregaard was undoubtedly the biggest dark horse.

Not only did he give Wang Chuqin the biggest stain that he would never be able to erase in his life, but he also made it all the way to the finals and won the silver medal in singles.

His strength is so strong that among the foreign players, the threat he poses to the Chinese national table tennis team is no less than that of Zhang Benzhihe, Felix and Hugo.

“No confidence.”

Chen Jin shook his head.

"what?"

Wang Hao was slightly stunned.

"Don't be confident of losing, be confident of winning."

Chen Jin smiled slightly.

"Good boy!"

Wang Hao smiled and said, "As usual, I will be your off-court assistant for tomorrow's game."

"Just an Olympic silver medal doesn't give you the right to act arrogantly in front of me."

While talking.

The third game between Liang Jingkun and Zhou Qihao has already started.

I originally thought that Liang Jingkun had three match points and the game was a sure win.

But unexpectedly, this guy actually had a big shitty game and lost two games in a row.

Moreover, the scores of the two games were lost 10:12 and 11:13 respectively.

Fortunately, it was a civil war, and Wang Hao did not serve as Liang Jingkun's off-court coach.

Otherwise, Wang Hao’s mentality would probably collapse again.

All I can say is that Liang Jingkun understands ratings.

He plays in the way that gets the highest ratings.

Of course, Zhou Qihao's overall strength in the national table tennis team may not be as good as the five main players, but it should not be underestimated.

The tiebreaker.

Being pushed to the edge of the cliff, Liang Jingkun finally exploded.

Win the fifth game with 11:7.

With a big score of 3:2, he defeated Zhou Qihao and advanced to the quarterfinals.

"To put it nicely, this style of play is called boldness, but to put it bluntly, it's unstable."

Wang Hao frowned, "Walking on a tightrope on a cliff will cause trouble sooner or later."

As the head coach of the national table tennis men's team, Wang Hao is well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of Liang Jingkun and others.

However, the echelon construction in the new Olympic cycle is still unclear.

Once new players, such as Chen Jin, Lin Shidong, and Xie Mingyang, have grown up through the experience of major competitions, we can start replacing the old with the new.

The change of echelons is a gradual process.

At present, we still need veteran players such as Liang Jingkun and Lin Gaoyuan to support the national table tennis team.

"Chen Jin, you must never learn this style of fighting."

I just want to live a few more years... Wang Hao looked serious and spoke earnestly.

"Coach Wang, please rest assured."

Chen Jin said seriously, "My requirement for myself is that as long as I stand on the field, no matter who the opponent is or what his level is, I will go all out and never show mercy."

"That's good."

Wang Hao patted Chen Jin on the shoulder and said, "Try your best to defeat your opponent. This is the greatest respect for your opponent."

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded.

"If you can beat Moregaard in tomorrow's match, then this Grand Slam will be equivalent to Xiaopang's path to the semi-finals and finals in Paris."

Wang Hao smiled and said, "It would be perfect if you defeated both the silver and bronze medals."

“Actually, I’d rather win the gold medal.”

Chen Jindao.

"Hahaha……"

Wang Hao laughed, "There's a chance."

"I talked about you with Xiaopang this afternoon, and Xiaopang also wanted to fight with you."

"However, he is still recuperating, so we can only wait until later."

Recuperate and recuperate?
Chen Jin didn't think much about it: "I heard that Brother Dong will participate in the National Championships next month, right?"

"Seems to be."

Wang Hao nodded, "I think they will participate in the team competition."

"Then won't it be possible for me to meet Brother Dong in the National Championships?"

Chen Jin's eyes lit up.

"how?"

Wang Hao frowned, "You want to participate in the National Championships?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

Chen Jin was stunned.

"The schedules of the National Championships and the Asian Championships conflict."

Wang Hao said, "I originally wanted you to join the team in the Asian Championships."

"But I signed a contract with the provincial team..."

Chen Jin scratched his head. "Besides, wasn't the list for the Asian Championships announced a long time ago?"

"As long as the game hasn't started, there's room for adjustment."

Wang Hao smiled and patted Chen Jin on the shoulder. "It's okay. Don't worry. We can talk about the Asian Championships later."

"The most important thing right now is to finish the Grand Slam."

At this moment.

Another game begins.

Ma Taki plays against Lee Sang-soo of the South Korean team.

Both of them are veterans in their thirties and old friends on the court.

After several encounters, they are relatively familiar with each other's fighting styles.

Looking at Ma Long walking onto the field, Wang Hao whispered, "It's a pity that you and Ma Long are not in the same half. Otherwise, it would be very beneficial for you to fight with Ma Long."

"If we're not in the same half zone, can we not fight?"

Chen Jin smiled.

"So confident?"

Wang Hao smiled.

"of course."

Chen Jin looked up at Ma Long and said, "To be honest, Team Long and I have already agreed to meet in the finals."

"I have confidence in myself and I have confidence in the Dragons as well."

Wang Hao smiled slightly: "If that's the case, that would be great."

Then, his eyes darkened slightly.

He whispered, "Chen Jin, go to the finals and defeat him. The future of the national table tennis team will be yours."

Although the voice was not loud, each word was pronounced clearly and powerfully.

Hear the words.

Chen Jin's heart was shocked.

A ball of blazing flames suddenly rose from the depths of his dark pupils.

"clear."

Chen Jin said in a deep voice.

first round.

It is obvious that Ma Taki has not yet found his touch.

We were behind 5:9 at the start and fell into a disadvantage.

"Ma Taki!"

"come on!"

The audience at the scene all screamed at the top of their lungs to cheer for Ma Taki.

Ma Long was focused and muttered to himself, taking advantage of the short period of time to summarize the loss of the previous goal in his mind and think about the tactics for the next goal.

Sudden.

A familiar shout was heard.

"Team Dragon, come on!"

Ma Long looked in the direction of the sound.

But in the audience, Chen Jinzheng looked at him with determination and clapped his hands vigorously.

"Ok!"

Ma Taki closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A little silence.

When he opened his eyes again, two rays of light suddenly shot out, like lightning reaching the sky, captivating people.

An unrivaled kingly aura emanated from Ma Taki.

Ever since the 15 World Table Tennis Championships in Suzhou, this aura of a king has always lingered around Ma Taki and has never dissipated until today.

Only those who truly stand opposite Ma Taki can feel this kingly aura, that invisible sense of oppression!

For example, Lee Sang-soo at this moment.

"Xiba!"

Having fought with Ma Long several times, Li Shangzhu was very familiar with Ma Long's aura. "What's going on? Why does Ma Long suddenly seem like a different person?"

"It's a bit troublesome now."

Unsurprisingly.

In the next game, Ma Taki went all out.

It seemed as if Ma Taki, who was still in his prime, was silently praying to the gods in his heart.

The one who responded to him was himself at the 15 World Table Tennis Championships in Suzhou!
6: 9.

7: 9.

8: 9.

8: 10.

Lee Sang-soo took the lead in taking the game point in the first game.

however.

Here in Ma Taki.

Except for himself, any game point is not a game point!
9: 10.