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

Chapter 181: Defeat Lin Shidong again! Advance to the finals!

Shougang Park, training hall.

An ultra-thin LCD TV is hung on the wall of the entrance.

The match between Chen Jin and Lin Shidong was being broadcast on TV.

Cui Qinglei folded his arms across his chest, with a serious expression on his face, and watched the live broadcast of the semi-final intently.

This match was the second match between Chen Jin and Lin Shidong since the Macau Championship.

In the last match, Chen Jin swept Lin Shidong with a score of 4:0.

In the eyes of many people, Chen Jin's victory was a bit lucky.

After all, it was their first fight and Lin Shidong didn’t know much about Chen Jin’s fighting style.

The two met again on the field this time, and the intensity of the battle was like Mars hitting the Earth.

Lin Shidong knew very well that this game was very crucial to him.

Before this, he was trained according to the standards of Ma Taki's successor.

Whether it is training resources or competition opportunities, all are tilted towards him.

There is no doubt that the coaching staff wants to get Lin Shidong in as soon as possible in the shortest possible time to stop the outside world from talking about the team's construction.

If nothing unexpected happens, Lin Shidong will win both the Macau Championship and this Grand Slam.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin suddenly appeared halfway.

He tore up the script and snatched the championship of the Macau Championship.

more importantly.

The terrifying strength displayed by Chen Jin made the coaching staff, including Wang Hao, favor Chen Jin.

If this continues, his resources and opportunities will inevitably be completely taken away by Chen Jin.

Therefore, for Lin Shidong, this game is his battle to restore his reputation.

Only by defeating Chen Jin can we truly gain a foothold in the national table tennis team.

"Lin Shidong fought very fiercely."

Cui Qinglei watched the game with a frown on his face, "But Chen Jin's fighting style is more aggressive than his."

"Chen Jin's straight backhand can not only withstand Lin Shidong's backhand, but can even penetrate Lin Shidong. It's really a bit exaggerated."

"It's not easy."

While watching intently.

Sudden.

Someone reached out from behind and gently patted his shoulder: "Brother Lei, are you watching so intently?"

Look back.

It was Ma Taki.

But Ma Taki was sweating profusely, holding a towel in one hand and a water bottle in the other, obviously he had just finished training.

As Ma Long's former sparring partner and current head coach, Cui Qinglei is actually one year younger than Ma Long.

However, Cui Qinglei is called "Brother Lei" by Ma Long, which shows the relationship between them.

"Didn't you praise Chen Jin in front of me before?"

Cui Qinglei praised, "I watched a few of Chen Jin's games. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that he is really a straight blade player."

To know.

Xiang Peng is his disciple.

In the competition the day before yesterday, Xiang Peng was defeated miserably, which made him realize the strength of Chen Jin.

Now, watching the match between Chen Jin and Lin Shidong again, he realized that Chen Jin did not even display his true strength when fighting against Xiang Peng.

At this moment.

Ma Taki was also attracted by the competition.

In the live broadcast, both Chen Jin and Lin Shidong had retreated to the middle and far distance, fighting each other with forehands for many times.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

Two figures moved swiftly and dodged.

Perform an extreme pull-up.

Sudden.

Chen Jin squatted down, lowered his right arm, and bent his wrist inward.

When the incoming ball is in the early stage of its descent, twist it back in a straight line like a roc spreading its wings.

Instantly penetrated Lin Shidong's forehand space.

"nice shot!"

"Pretty!"

Ma Long and Cui Qinglei applauded and cheered in unison.

This ball showed off his power and pace to the fullest.

"It's good to be young. Running all over the table and blasting at long range looks easy."

Ma Taki couldn't help but sigh.

I remember that he had played such wonderful shots on the court back then.

But now that I’m older, my strength and pace have declined significantly compared to my peak.

Therefore, a lot of adjustments have been made in the playing style.

Nowadays, he mainly focuses on the first three boards and the middle and near tables.

This kind of mid-range and long-range confrontation may be okay to do occasionally, but if it comes to a long-term stalemate, I'm afraid I can't keep up the pace.

"I heard that Chen Jin is less than sixteen years old?"

Cui Qinglei narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's incredible to have such power."

"Just like the fat kid back then."

Ma Taki laughed.

At the beginning, Fan Zhendong was also like this, appearing out of nowhere and shocking the world.

The only regret is that I am no longer at my peak.

"Ugh."

Cui Qinglei couldn't help but sigh.

"what happened?"

Ma Long looked at Cui Qinglei, who looked a little sad, and said curiously, "We have a successor for the national table tennis team, but you don't seem to be very happy."

"It's not that I'm unhappy, but I feel sorry for Xiang Peng."

Cui Qinglei sighed again.

Back then, Fan Zhendong suddenly appeared in the world like a star descending. The most miserable people were those like Yan An, Zhou Yu and others.

In front of us are three absolute main forces, Zhang Jike, Ma Long and Xu Xin, who are like three towering mountains that are difficult to overcome.

After waiting for a long time until Zhang Jike had passed his peak and gradually faded out of the competition, just when Yan An, Zhou Yu and others were showing their skills, Fan Zhendong unexpectedly showed up.

This caused the presence of Yan An, Zhou Yu and others in the national table tennis team to plummet, and they became mediocre and eventually withdrew from the national team.

At that moment, at this moment.

The only difference is that Fan Zhendong was replaced by Chen Jin, and Yan An was replaced by Xiang Peng.

Considering Xiang Peng's age and strength, this Grand Slam was originally a great opportunity for him to make a breakthrough.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin stole all the limelight.

If the situation continues to develop in this way, Xiang Peng's upper limit is probably Fan Zhendong or Lin Gaoyuan.

"Since Yu was born, why was Liang born?"

Cui Qinglei was full of regret.

however.

There are countless geniuses in the table tennis world, and Xiang Peng is not the only one who deserves regret.
Isn’t it because Xiang Peng has achieved what he has today by standing on the shoulders of countless geniuses?

Ma Long is open-minded about this: "There are only three absolute main players in the national table tennis team, and of course the most capable ones will take the positions." "Chen Jin has come to where he is today by relying on his own strength and defeating so many top players."

"Xiang Peng is still young and there are still opportunities in the future."

Just say that.

But Ma Long's attention was always attracted by the match between Chen Jin and Lin Shidong, like a strong magnet that could not be moved away.

"nice shot!"

Ma Taki couldn't help cheering again, "The score is 3-0."

"Little Stone is already standing on the edge of the cliff. He must give it his all in the fourth round."

It has to be said that the quality of Chen Jin's backhand is not inferior to that of Lin Shidong.

The continuity and speed of his backhand even surpassed Lin Shidong.

What's even more valuable is.

Chen Jin's forehand and backhand long-range pulling ability is just as good as Lin Shidong's.

"If I were Little Stone, how would I play in the fourth game?"

Ma Long thought to himself, "Internal control? Strengthen the upper hand?"

Just as he was immersed in thought.

The staff came hurriedly and informed Ma Long and Liang Jingkun to wait.

……

Shougang Baji Field.

Sidelines, rest area.

Lin Shidong sat on the sofa, drinking water, frowning in thought.

Sweat kept oozing out from his forehead, soaking his hair.

Three to zero.

If he loses another game, he will be swept out by Chen Jin.

“This game is very important to me.”

“It even determines my future.”

"I can't lose."

"In the fourth game, we must fight!"

Lin Shidong secretly clenched his fists, and a ray of firmness and sharpness was reflected in the depths of his dark pupils.

The mind has not changed.

"Time!"

The referee's reminder sounded in the field.

"Whoo~"

Lin Shidong took a deep breath, stood up, took the towel, and walked towards the stadium.

The fourth game.

0: 0.

Chen Jin served first.

Knowing Lin Shidong's backhand ability, he restricted him when serving.

Most of the serves landed on Lin Shidong's forehand half of the table.

This time, it is no exception.

However, Lin Shidong no longer played short, but stepped forward directly and twisted and pulled.

Trying to confront Chen Jin's topspin ball head-on.

Chen Jin was not afraid at all. He stood in the middle of the table and fought backhand with Lin Shidong.

The two men seemed to be competing with each other, trying their best to show their backhand strength.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

In the process of stalemate.

The two of them were exerting force almost simultaneously, with their strength increasing and their speed getting faster and faster.

The audience at the scene was naturally refreshed and delighted by the performance.

But Wang Hao frowned: "What is Lin Shidong doing?"

"Did Chen Jin hit you on the head?"

"In a backhand stalemate, you either compete on speed and strength, or on route and placement."

"In terms of speed and power, Lin Shidong was at a disadvantage. His ball route and landing point were also suppressed by Chen Jin."

"Why is this kid so stubborn?"

Lin Shidong was brought up by Wang Hao, and he has a thorough understanding of Lin Shidong's technical characteristics, personality and temperament.

It is obvious that Lin Shidong's move is to prove himself.

But the more this happened, the more the rhythm of the game was controlled by Chen Jin.

soon.

The score of the fourth game was 3:7.

Lin Shidong fell into a disadvantage again.

"My backhand, which I am so proud of, still couldn't beat Chen Jin."

Lin Shidong was unwilling to accept it, "Why is a straight backhand so strong?"

"why?"

"Why can't I beat him?"

In the first three games, he had thought of other tactical plays.

Control on the table, forehand attack, serve in the first three shots... all were resolved by Chen Jin one by one.

Chen Jin was like a solid wall, standing firm no matter how Lin Shidong attacked.

By the last round, Lin Shidong had already run out of tricks.

He had no choice but to use his strongest backhand technique to fight Chen Jin one last time to see who was better.

Unfortunately.

The miracle did not happen.

In the next game, Lin Shidong tried his best and finally scored three points.

However, just three points could not prevent him from suffering a crushing defeat.

Chen Jin used a more fierce and aggressive fighting style, forcing Lin Shidong to retreat step by step without any chance of resistance.

11: 6.

Win the fourth game.

At the same time, he defeated Lin Shidong again with a big score of 4:0.

Hold the ticket to the final tightly in your hand.

"Losing once is an accident, losing twice is pure bad luck."

One can imagine how disappointed Lin Shidong felt at the moment of losing the game.

but.

He still forced himself to smile, walked forward and shook hands with Chen Jin.

"Congratulations."

Lin Shidong congratulated in a low voice.

"Thank you."

Looking at Lin Shidong's pale face, Chen Jin didn't say much.

(End of this chapter)