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

Chapter 174 Moregard: Such a clean hook shot, and I can still eat the ball? !

Douyin.

Xuperman live broadcast room.

The show started as early as 5:30.

But Xu Xin was not there.

Only Cheng Jingqi and Yu Diyang were struggling to hold up the show, and their popularity was dismal.

It was not until the last game between Xie Mingyang and Liang Jingkun that Xu Xin finally appeared in the live broadcast room.

"I'm sorry, everyone."

Xu Xin put his palms together and apologized repeatedly, "Don't I have to participate in the National Championships next month? In the past month, I have been with the team every day to resume training."

"How's your recovery going?"

"Don't ask. If you ask, it's about returning to the peak, hahaha..."

Xu Xin laughed heartily.

Then he sat down and took a deep breath.

"How's the match going?"

Xu Xin asked, "Did you miss the match between Chen Jin and Moregard?"

"No."

Cheng Jingqi smiled and said, "The match between Xie Mingyang and Liang Jingkun hasn't ended yet."

"That's good."

Xu Xin touched his forehead and said, "I just got off training. I rushed to catch up with this meal. Fortunately, I didn't miss it."

"Chen Jin is the one on whom all the hopes of our national table tennis players are placed. As a former national table tennis player, I must support him."

"Here comes a wave of benefits, ten Xuperman shirts, and the comment 'Chen Jin, come on!'"

The voice just fell.

The barrage of comments of “Come on Chen Jin” were so dense that they instantly filled the screen.

"Brother Xin, don't be in a hurry."

Cheng Jingqi reminded, "The match between Chen Jin and Moregard hasn't started yet."

"Although the game hasn't started yet, we have to build up momentum first."

Xu Xin smiled.

Although he said this, he still watched the match between Xie Mingyang and Liang Jingkun.

"what?"

"Another newcomer?"

As he had been busy with training recently, Xu Xin had not paid much attention to the game. "Xie Mingyang?"

"I think I know this guy. Is he from our Magic City team?"

He vaguely remembered that the Magic City team had a new player who was extremely talented and was favored by Director Wang.

Even though Director Wang is very busy, he will still take time out to provide personal guidance.

As a member of the Shanghai team, Xu Xin had also met Xie Mingyang before, so he had some impression of him.

"It seems so."

Cheng Jingqi and Yu Diyang were not quite sure either.

"Yes, it's definitely him."

Xu Xin slapped the table and said, "Good boy, you can do it."

"I haven't seen you for a few months, and you've improved a lot."

"Not only did he make it to the national table tennis team, but he also made it to the quarterfinals of a Grand Slam. No wonder Director Wang is so optimistic about him. He is really amazing."

Speaking of which.

A look at the score, 2:9.

Xu Xin smiled bitterly: "...Compared to Liang Jingkun, it is indeed still far behind."

"Do not."

Cheng Jingqi shook his head and said, "This new guy is really strong. He beat Liang Jingkun 11:1 in the first game."

"what?"

Xu Xin was shocked and thought he had misheard, "Liang Jingkun was beaten 11:1?"

"Yes."

Cheng Jingqi said, "If Liang Jingkun hadn't been more experienced and had a more stable mentality, maybe Xie Mingyang would have turned the tables in this game again."

“It’s my first time participating in this kind of international competition, and being able to make it to the quarterfinals is a great achievement.”

Yu Diyang also praised it highly.

not to mention.

There are more than just Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang who are newcomers participating in this Grand Slam.

But almost all other players failed before the round of 16.

It can be seen that it is very valuable for a newcomer to make it to the quarterfinals.

Moreover, all the participants in this kind of competition are the top players in the world table tennis.

Being able to break through their encirclement, needless to say how valuable it is.

"Keep going, the future is promising."

Cheng Jingqi smiled.

"Are you two both so optimistic? It seems that this Xie Mingyang is indeed quite good."

Xu Xin smiled and said, "There is Chen Jin, and now there is Xie Mingyang... Isn't this the echelon of our national table tennis team?"

"Of course, how far they can go still requires more games to test."

"Anyway, it's a sure thing for me to join the first team."

"Thinking back, I was promoted from the second team to the first team, and it took a year to settle down."

"And they're less than two months old."

Cheng Jingqi said with a smile: "Talented people emerge in every generation. Are you tired of eating shit, Brother Xin?"

Talking and laughing.

Liang Jingkun defeated Xie Mingyang 11:3, with a total score of 4:2, and successfully advanced to the semi-finals.

"Who will be Liang Jingkun's opponent in the next round?"

Xu Xin asked.

"Team Dragon."

Cheng Jingqi and Yu Diyang said in unison.

"I go!"

Xu Xin's eyes widened. "Team Dragon has made it to the semi-finals again?"

"Not only did they make it to the semi-finals, but they also swept Hugo 4-0."

Cheng Jingqi said, "Captain Long is getting better and better at this age."

"Old? Monster?"

Xu Xin laughed, "Cheng Jingqi, you are so bold that you dare to say that our Dragon Team is an old demon."

"Next time I see Captain Long, I will report you."

Cheng Jingqi quickly explained: "I'm praising the Dragon Team."

"Given Team Long's current state, I'm afraid Liang Jingkun will find it difficult to cope with it."

Yu Diyang changed the subject.

"Based on my understanding of Team Long, I think he is going to compete against Chen Jin this time..."

Xu Xin nodded.

In the new Olympic cycle, the Chinese national table tennis team suddenly emerged as a dark horse and won the Macau Championship.

Such a newcomer naturally attracted much attention from Ma Taki.

Firstly, Ma Taki wanted to compete with various masters, and secondly, he also wanted to test this newcomer for the national table tennis team.

Today, Ma Taki is more like the gatekeeper of the national table tennis team.

Only if we truly defeat him will there be hope for the future of the Chinese national table tennis team.

"Team Long and Chen Jin are not in the same half of the draw. If they want to face off, they must meet in the finals."

Cheng Jingqi said, "I have confidence in the strength of the Dragon Team, but whether Chen Jin can make it to the finals is still a question mark."

"Take your time. Don't be in a hurry. First, get through Moregard."

Xu Xin smiled slightly.

"Moregard is not easy to fight."

Yu Diyang said.

"nonsense!"

Xu Xin smiled and said, "After all, he is also the Olympic men's singles vice-champion. I will never achieve this in my lifetime."

"If this guy is in the right mood, he will have a lot of inspiration."

Cheng Jingqi said, "Also, his racket is hexagonal."

“Isn’t it a heptagon?”

“I think it has six sides.”

"It's okay, we'll count them later."

Xu Xin smiled and said, "When the time comes, please help us count the comments and see which side it is on."

"Don't think that Moregard's alien filming was just for the sake of sensationalism. In fact, there is a lot of consideration behind it."

"This is just like the Golden Snake Sword and Shark Tooth Sword in martial arts novels. It is very useful."

After looking at the comments, Xu Xin continued to explain, "His multi-sided racket is lighter and is good for the speed of switching between forehand and backhand."

"Moreover, the sweet spot of the ball is more concentrated, so the force can be more sufficient."

"A true master, even if he only has a small racket smaller than the palm of his hand, can still beat up many professional players."

"Why? Because even though the racket is big, the actual hitting point is actually just this small area."

"Why do you need such a big racket when the hitting point is so small..."

Xu Xin smiled and said, "Come on, those who know about football, please go and explain this friend's doubts."

For a while.

The barrage of comments surged and filled the screen.

"Moregard seems to have a lot of backhand tricks. He likes to make sudden attacks, such as backhand cuts, which changes the rhythm of the game and makes people feel very uncomfortable."

Before the game started, Cheng Jingqi continued to analyze, "Moregard's backhand straightening is also a unique skill."

"Correct."

Yu Diyang said, "In today's match, I think Chen Jin should be able to break through Moregaard's forehand."

"Here we go, the game is about to start."

Xu Xin rubbed his palms, sat up straight, and stared at the screen intently.

The live broadcast of the game has the camera pointed at the entrance of the stadium.

As the host called out the name "Chen Jin" in an excited and high-pitched voice.

Instantly.

The whole place was boiling with excitement.

Cheers were heard everywhere.

It seemed as if the entire venue was shaking.

Chen Jin walked out from the backstage, smiling and waving. Now, he has long been accustomed to this kind of scene and is much calmer.

Walk straight to the lounge area.

As Chen Jin's off-field coach, Wang Hao had been waiting for a long time.

The tactics for this game were thoroughly explained during the daytime training.

But Wang Hao was still worried.

While Chen Jin was warming up and stretching, he reminded him again.

"Moregaard just won an Olympic singles silver medal, is more famous than you, and has a weirder racket than you, but it's really no big deal."

Wang Hao said firmly, "I have two more silver medals than him. I'll back you up, so just go for it."

"Watch his serve and watch it carefully."

"Hit your forehand more often. If he cuts you with his backhand, don't panic or rush. If you can rush, just rush. If you can't rush, just gently support him with a shot and make a transition."

"Don't worry, with his quality, he can't penetrate you at all."

"It doesn't matter if the ball is a little aggressive, just pay attention to the continuity and connection."

"You can definitely beat him, believe in yourself."

"come on! Come on!"

After high-fiving Wang Hao, Chen Jin took the towel and walked towards the stadium.

Looking at Chen Jin's back, Wang Hao clapped his hands vigorously and shouted, "Come on!"

Then he sat down, folded his arms across his chest, looked serious, and a hint of worry in his eyes.

Although Moregaard won an Olympic singles silver medal, his world ranking is not very high.

Ranked thirteenth.

Far less than Felix Lebrun.

Not even as good as Qiu Dang and Francesca.

Of course, the world ranking is just a reference.

Moregard is like a sharp knife, and he can occasionally hit some god-level shots.

For example, in the Olympic singles final, there were some balls that even Fan Zhendong could not defend against.

This style of play requires a lot of touch.

The best-of-seven match gives Moregaard more room to make mistakes and more room to play.

It depends on whether Chen Jin can hold on.

Toss a coin to guess who will go first.

Moregaard got the serve.

Then, pre-match sparring.

At this level, sparring is purely a warm-up, a way to get used to the strength of your opponent's forehand and backhand, and nothing else can be seen.

Two minutes of sparring, still twenty seconds left.

Moregard suddenly intercepted the ball and signaled that it was time to start.

Chen Jin had no objection.

The two men walked to the referee's table, picked up their respective towels and wiped their sweat.

"Da da da……"

After taking a look at Chen Jin's serve receiving position, Moregard grabbed the ping-pong ball.

Throw it into the air and serve it forehand.

Oblique line, sideways.

Chen Jin stepped forward and quickly inserted his right leg under the table.

Push the ground with your left foot and tighten your waist and abdomen.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

The wrists are bent inward.

Get ahead of the incoming ball's taking-off point, use the force to twist and rush straight to the center line.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin was so decisive and fierce in his first shot.

In addition, the landing point was tricky and it blocked Moregard's position.

Moregard had to backhand everything.

He was forced to use his special skills at the beginning.

It’s a pity that all this was done too hastily and of poor quality.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin rushed sideways.

The middle line again.

Moregard failed to retreat in time and suffered defeat.

"Cuo Le!"

"Zhu--"

After showing off his power right from the start, Wang Hao jumped up, clenched his fists and roared.

As an off-field coach, there is not much I can do at this time.

But the emotional value must be maximized.

Let the players on the field feel: I have someone behind me!

“What a fierce ball.”

Moregard glanced at Chen Jin and frowned slightly.

Subsequently.

Second serve.

Moregard directly stole a diagonal run ball, which was quick and long.

Although Chen Jin was staring at him, he quickly turned sideways and rushed forward with his forehand.

However, he underestimated the speed and landing point of Moregaard's ball, and his body was still blocked.

Hit the ball out of bounds.

1: 1.

Chen Jin took the ball.

The first time he played against Chen Jin, Moregard kept a close eye on Chen Jin's serving movements.

"Another hook?"

Moregard's heart tightened.

At the Olympics, the cover was successfully broken.

However, he already had a shadow over the hook serve in his mind.

Now, when he saw the hook serve, and the opponent was a Chinese player, he immediately became nervous.

however.

next second.

"what?"

Moregard looked surprised, "This hook shot is quite clean."

"I thought all the Chinese players' hook serves were so unremarkable."

It’s the same Chinese team, and they both use hook serves. There’s no harm without comparison.

My favorable impression of Chen Jin increased greatly.

The forehand is short.

Moregard stepped forward and made a short pass.

however.

I couldn't hold it still, I only held it half high.

"not good!"

It's such a clean hook shot, and I can actually catch the ball?
Moregard's expression suddenly changed.

Hastily retreated.

A quick glance at Chen Jin's movements showed that he was clearly aiming for his forehand position.

Moregard immediately strengthened the protection of the right half of the stage.

unexpectedly.

Chen Jin changed his tactics midway and made a backhand diagonal shot.

"Fuck!"

As expected of someone who once played in the Table Tennis Super League, Moregard’s words of the national quintessence were so clear and authentic.

However, all his attention was focused on the forehand position on the right half of the table.

I never expected that Chen Jin was just trying to dodge.

Tried to save the ball from behind but failed.

2: 1.

"The changes in the first three shots of this straight blade are much more stylish than Felix's."

Moregard pulled himself together and said, "Pay full attention and watch carefully."

Next ball.

Chen Jin still hooks.

The landing point remains unchanged, and the forehand is short.

This serve is really clean!

Moregard was finally completely relieved. He stepped forward and stomped the racket hard.

The chop is long with the back hand.

Chen Jin turned his wrist and made a high loop.

The speed is not fast, but the arc is low and the rotation is strong.

Moregard predicted the landing point and turned sideways in advance.

"Snapped!"

Rushing diagonally.

The power and speed of this ball were so great, like a lion out of its cage, pouncing on its prey.

The momentum is so swift and unstoppable.

Just when Moregard thought he had victory.

But Chen Jin was not in a hurry. He stood on the left half of the stage and blocked it casually as if it was nothing serious.

"Snapped!"

Use your strength to fight.

Easy and free, he pressed Moregard in a straight line.

Win with one strike!

There was no expression on Chen Jin's face.

Turn the racket and hold it horizontally with a straight blade.

As calm as the wind and clouds, he walked to the left side of the table and touched the table.

It seemed that in his eyes, the backhand straight-line change that others regarded as a special skill was just like commonplace, nothing special.

(End of this chapter)