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

Chapter 200: Xu Xin, the successor

Inside the hotel room.

The lights were bright, but there was complete silence.

Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang sat on their beds, playing with their cell phones.

No one spoke.

If we weren't wearing headphones, we could still hear each other's breathing.

His butt felt a little numb from sitting, so Xie Mingyang moved his body and changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Zhang Jiahao slumped in a chair by the window.

Although he was holding a mobile phone in his hand, his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, as if they were neither open nor closed.

"Zhang Jiahao."

Xie Mingyang suddenly shouted.

The silence was immediately broken.

"Who?"

The sudden voice made Zhang Jiahao's body jump suddenly and he woke up instantly, "Who called me?"

"Chen Jin and I are getting ready for bed, why don't you go back to your room?"

Xie Mingyang frowned.

"Oh."

His mind was still a little dizzy. Zhang Jiahao stood up, stretched, and yawned, "I'll go back..."

The words were not finished.

Witness the time displayed on your phone.

"It's not even nine o'clock yet, and you want to go to bed?"

Zhang Jiahao glanced at Xie Mingyang coldly and said with some dissatisfaction, "If you want to chase me away, just say so. Pigs have many excuses."

"Why don't you leave now?"

Xie Mingyang said.

Like Chen Jin, he did not participate in the singles event in this National Championships.

Therefore, during this period of time, apart from daily training, I have quite a lot of free time every day.

After dinner, there was no training plan.

Go straight back to the hotel.

Regain your energy and wait for the team competition.

Originally, according to Xie Mingyang's daily schedule, even if he turned off the lights and went to bed before 11 o'clock, he would toss and turn in bed and had trouble falling asleep.

After all, the work and rest habits developed from so many years of training are difficult to change in a short period of time.

The reason why they chased Zhang Jiahao away was that he was obviously very sleepy, but he still insisted on staying.

"Even if you chase me away, I won't leave."

Zhang Jiahao raised his chin slightly, "This is not your territory alone."

"Isn't that right, Jin?"

The last sentence was directed to Chen Jin.

Zhang Jiahao had already changed his face into a flattering smile and walked towards Chen Jin.

"Brother Jin, what are you looking at?"

Zhang Jiahao sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over, "Good things must be shared."

“I’m watching the game.”

Chen Jin stared at the phone screen intently and replied nonchalantly.

"Contest?"

Zhang Jiahao asked curiously, "What game?"

"Asian Championships."

Chen Jin said, "Men's singles quarter-finals."

"Asian Championships?"

Zhang Jiahao immediately became interested, climbed onto Chen Jin's bed, and put his arm around Chen Jin's shoulders, "Whose game?"

"Wang Chuqin vs. Wu Juncheng of the South Korean team."

Chen Jin answered casually.

"Wang Chuqin?"

Zhang Jiahao frowned.

For various reasons, including his conflict with Liu Dingsuo, he was sent back to the provincial team, which was closely related to Wang Chuqin.

Therefore, he didn't have much good feelings in his heart.

"How's the match going?"

Zhang Jiahao asked.

"The score is 2 to 1, and now it's the fourth game."

Chen Jindao.

"Wang Chuqin is going to win?"

Zhang Jiahao yawned again, looking very tired and sleepy.

"No."

Chen Jin said calmly, "Wang Chuqin is behind and may lose again."

In the previous team competition, Wang Chuqin was once again upset and lost to the 14-year-old Iranian player.

Now, his opponent Wu Juncheng is only eighteen years old and is a rising star of the South Korean team.

"Wang Chuqin is going to lose again?"

Zhang Jiahao was no longer sleepy at once. "Is the Empire's refrigeration machine back in action?"

"no way."

Chen Jin smiled and said, "This should be Wang Chuqin's first time playing against Wu Juncheng, so he is not very familiar with Wu Juncheng's playing style."

"The reputation of the Killing King is indeed well-deserved."

Zhang Jiahao chuckled, "No wonder Wang Chuqin participated in so many competitions. It turns out that he wanted to get familiar with his opponents as quickly as possible so that he could defeat them."

Of course, it must be acknowledged that apart from his fake toss to block his serve, his big forehand loop, his easily explosive mentality, the coaching staff's forced feeding of resources, and someone helping him to clear mines, Wang Chuqin actually does have certain strengths.

Otherwise, how could it become number one in the world?

"Six to eleven."

Chen Jin shrugged his shoulders. "Wang Chuqin really lost and was eliminated in the quarterfinals of the Asian Championships."

In the singles event, Lin Shidong was the only one left.

The rest of the national table tennis players were completely wiped out.

"It seems that the situation in this Asian Championship is not very good."

Xie Mingyang frowned.

This Asian Championships has been full of twists and turns.

Especially the women's team.

First, Wang Manyu withdrew from the Asian Championships early due to family changes.

Subsequently, Sun Yingsha also withdrew from the competition due to injury.

This resulted in the women's team losing to the Neon team and losing the championship.

The boys group was fine and managed to keep their footing.

But in the men's doubles, both were eliminated.

Now, in the men's singles competition, Wang Chuqin has been eliminated again, and it is unknown whether Lin Shidong can take up the banner.

Xie Mingyang continued, "In the match between Zhang Benzhi and Lin Yunru next door, Zhang Benzhihe has a good chance of winning."

"Lin Shidong is under a lot of pressure."

Among the foreign players, the one who poses the greatest threat to the Chinese national table tennis team is undoubtedly Tomokazu Harimoto.

In addition, when Zhang Benzhihe plays against the Chinese table tennis players, it seems that there is some buff bonus.

Although Lin Shidong is strong, he is not very stable after all.

Once facing Zhang Benzhihe, it is hard to say whether Lin Shidong can definitely win Zhang Benzhihe.

This also confirmed Wang Hao's concerns before leaving for the Asian Championships.

"Brother Jin, why didn't you go to the Asian Championships?"

Zhang Jiahao was a little puzzled. "If you had made it to the Asian Championships, at least you wouldn't have been eliminated in the quarterfinals."

"Don't I have to play in the National Championships? How can I have time to participate in the Asian Championships?"

Chen Jin smiled slightly.

Although he said this, in fact, as long as he was willing, Wang Hao might be able to arrange a place for him in the Asian Championships.

However, Wang Hao met with him twice to discuss participation in the Asian Championships.

There was obviously some difference in the attitudes of the two times.

Chen Jin knew very well that someone seemed to not want him to participate in the Asian Championships.

Therefore, it is a good opportunity to get off the hook.

But no one expected that someone's performance in the Asian Championships would be so poor.

Even far inferior to a young player.

"correct."

Chen Jin changed the subject and asked Zhang Jiahao, "Who will be your opponent in tomorrow's quarter-finals?"

"Weinrebo."

Zhang Jiahao answered in a deep voice.

"Weinrebo?"

Chen Jin nodded and said, "He is a strong opponent."

Although Wen Ruibo is not very old, only about 17 or 18 years old, he has participated in many international competitions.

Especially rich competition experience.

For Zhang Jiahao, it is a big challenge to defeat such an opponent.

"So what?"

Zhang Jiahao was full of confidence. "He's strong, but I'm not weak either. There are people stronger than him who have done it before."

more importantly.

Only by reaching the singles quarterfinals of the National Championships can one return to the national team.

Therefore, for Zhang Jiahao, this match with Wen Ruibo is crucial and he must win.

Otherwise, not only would I be letting down my hard work in training these days, but I would also be letting down Chen Jin's expectations.

"We must win tomorrow's game." The next day.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

The men's singles round of 16 is about to begin.

As a new generation of national table tennis player, Wen Ruibo's strength should not be underestimated.

Horizontal board in the right hand, two-sided tiger spring.

Although he is young, the power of his forehand attack is no weaker than that of an adult.

Not only powerful, but also fast.

The landing point is also extremely tricky.

Fortunately, Zhang Jiahao is not a pushover either.

There was no room for error in this match, and he had already prepared himself to go all out.

They fought aggressively from the start, taking the initiative and attacking actively.

"This kid is quite fierce."

Wen Ruibo frowned secretly in his heart.

Since joining the national table tennis team, he has participated in many WTT youth competitions.

He competed with young talents from various countries and won several championships.

But judging from his football skills alone, this boy in front of him, who was younger than him, had a fierce aura that no one else had.

Off the court, he was smiling and nonchalant, as if he had no serious conduct.

But once he stepped onto the field, he seemed like a different person.

Expressionless and decisive in killing.

It caught Wen Ruibo off guard.

soon.

They lost the first game 7:11.

"Although his power is not great, his spin is very strong and I can't control his loop."

Wen Ruibo frowned, "Besides, this kid's touch is so good that it's a bit abnormal."

Just now, he had a few backhand shots in the corners and thought he had the victory in his grasp.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiahao can always reverse the situation with his seemingly awkward way of returning the ball.

This caught Wen Ruibo off guard.

In the second game.

Wen Ruibo also intensified his fight and was ahead in the score at one point.

however.

Zhang Jiahao's luck seems to be a bit against the sky.

After several consecutive shots that hit the net and the edge of the net, the team not only tied the score but also took the lead.

It especially hit Wen Ruibo's morale.

Wen Ruibo's mentality almost collapsed on the spot: "Did this kid step on dog shit when he got up this morning? So many lucky balls?"

Bad mentality and impatient when starting out.

Mistakes then increased.

In the end, they lost the second game again with a score of 7:11.

The originally good situation was turned around by a few lucky shots from Zhang Jiahao, and Wen Ruibo was extremely depressed.

On the other hand, Zhang Jiahao was smiling happily.

Wen Ruibo had no idea that before the game started, Zhang Jiahao had already started asking for help off the court.

"Thank you for the protection of the Zhang family ancestors and for sending me some lucky balls."

Zhang Jiahao was already very happy, "When we get home tonight, I'll play the electronic wooden fish for you guys a few more times."

The third round.

Zhang Jiahao is full of vigor and momentum.

Running all over the table, bombarding with forehand shots.

It was as if the soul of the giant python Xu Xin in his youth was possessed at this moment.

Wen Ruibo was miserable: "This guy is too persistent. I can't kill him at all."

Zhang Jiahao was even in high spirits and when the score was 10:3, he even imitated Xu Xin when he usually trained with him and deliberately hit high balls.

Wen Ruibo’s arms were nearly broken, but he still couldn’t kill Zhang Jiahao in a short time.

At this time, Zhang Jiahao retreated three meters away, and even the camera could not capture his figure.

Amid Wen Ruibo's fierce attack, Zhang Jiahao safely put the ping-pong ball back on the table.

"I just don't believe that I can't kill you, a lobberball player."

Wen Ruibo gritted his teeth.

He aimed at the landing point, jumped up, and slammed the board down with all his might.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiahao's ball had more spin and side spin.

Wen Ruibo failed to aim at the target for a moment and his arm was nearly dislocated, but he just hit the air.

Not only that.

Because he used too much force, his hand slipped and the racket hit the ground hard.

"Fuck!"

"It's embarrassing and embarrassing."

Wen Ruibo's face turned pale.

With a gloomy face, he walked forward silently and picked up the racket.

Fortunately, the racket was quite sturdy and was not broken.

He took a few breaths, wiped the dust off the surface, and then put it down easily.

the other side.

Zhang Jiahao, who won the ball, raised his right hand high, raised his index finger, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The audience cheered and applauded.

"This shot was beautifully played, with the style of Xu Xin's high shots in the past."

"Fuck, Wen Ruibo even dropped the beat."

"Who is this young man? He looks unfamiliar, but he seems to be something special."

"His playing style is quite cool...Xu Xin, the horizontal player, has someone to take over!"

……

11: 3.

Zhang Jiahao won another victory.

The overall score is 3:0.

According to the singles competition system of the National Championships, except for the preliminaries which are best of five, the main competitions are all best of seven.

"One more round to advance to the quarterfinals."

Zhang Jiahao took a deep breath and said, "Hold steady. Don't give the opponent any chance to counterattack."

He knew that his opponent was standing on the edge of a cliff.

In the fourth game, Wen Ruibo would definitely fight with him for his life.

"The best defense is offense."

Zhang Jiahao pondered over the tactics, "Just like Brother Jin often said, the more crucial the game is, the more courageous we must be."

"Stop killing with killing, fight violence with violence!"

In the past, with Zhang Jiahao's strength, he would not be able to execute such a tactic.

After all, his fighting style has too much spin and not enough power.

Compared with Chen Jin, there is less murderousness and violence.

But now, under the guidance of Wang Liqin, Fan Zhendong, Xu Xin and others, his strength has increased a lot.

It is entirely possible to “stop killing with killing and fight violence with violence.”

more importantly.

For Zhang Jiahao, this is also an unprecedented attempt.

Unsurprisingly.

The fourth game, right at the start.

Wen Ruibo didn't care about anything and attacked very aggressively and fought very ferociously.

This kind of play is high risk and high reward.

If you have a good feel and start fighting, you can firmly control the situation in your own hands.

But once you make a mistake, you will be doomed.

Wen Ruibo obviously belongs to the latter.

Start 1:5.

For four of the balls, he almost took the initiative and gave away points due to mistakes.

Zhang Jiahao had already gained the upper hand before he even had the time to execute his tactic of "stopping killing with killing".

"Wen Ruibo is a little anxious."

The more this happens to his opponent, the more stable Zhang Jiahao's mentality becomes.

Whether in offense or defense, his quality is far superior to Wen Ruibo.

Finally, the fourth game.

11: 5.

Zhang Jiahao defeated Wen Ruibo with a big score of 4:0 and advanced to the quarterfinals of the national championships.

The winning moment.

The nerves that had been tense suddenly relaxed at this moment.

"Cuo Le!"

"Zhu--"

Zhang Jiahao clenched his fists, roared, his eyes red, and released everything.

It's more exciting than winning the championship.

"Top eight!"

"I made it to the quarterfinals!"

Zhang Jiahao almost cried with joy, "I can return to the national table tennis team!"

"Brother Jin, I really did it. I didn't let you down!"

(End of this chapter)