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

Chapter 201: Draw for the Top Eight in the National Championships

canteen.

Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang were eating while listening to Zhang Jiahao bragging about his achievements.

For a while, he talked incessantly and spitted everywhere.

Moving his plate to the side, Xie Mingyang frowned and glanced at Zhang Jiahao.

"That being said, watch your saliva."

Xie Mingyang said with disdain.

"I……"

Before the two of them started arguing.

Chen Jin interrupted Zhang Jiahao's spell casting process in time.

"Jiahao."

Looking Zhang Jiahao up and down, Chen Jin smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a month, and it seems you have improved a lot."

"Of course."

Zhang Jiahao puffed out his chest and said proudly, "If I hadn't just gotten off the plane the day before yesterday and wasn't in good shape, would I have lost to Xie?"

"Hindsight."

Xie Mingyang snorted coldly.

Then, he ignored Zhang Jiahao and buried his head in eating, chewing slowly.

"Mr. Xie, if you have the guts, after dinner, let's go to the training hall and practice a few games alone."

Seeing Xie Mingyang's cold reaction, Zhang Jiahao felt as if his tail had been stepped on, and the fire of ignorance in his heart suddenly rose up.

"Not interested in."

Xie Mingyang said calmly.

His expression and tone were full of disdain for the defeated opponent.

"you--"

Zhang Jiahao was about to explode.

At this time, Chen Jin smiled and said, "Jiahao, how about we practice a few games alone later?"

"..."

Zhang Jiahao immediately wilted when he heard this.

He shrank his head and seemed to be half a head shorter.

"Brother Jin."

Zhang Jiahao smiled bitterly, "I have worked so hard to build up my confidence, can you bear to destroy it?"

Although he was invincible in this national championship, his opponents fell to the ground easily.

But, at most, when there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey becomes king.

Zhang Jiahao is very clear about his own weight.

There is no chance of winning against Chen Jin.

Why bring humiliation upon yourself?
"My surname is Xie."

Zhang Jiahao quickly shifted his focus, "Didn't you say before that you would treat me to a meal when I return to the national table tennis team?"

"What do you say now?"

He always thought about the meal with Xie Mingyang.

"Let's talk about it after we return to the Magic City."

Xie Mingyang said lightly.

The words have not yet fallen.

Someone not far away laughed and asked, "Who's treating? Are those who are listening entitled to a share?"

Following the sound, I saw Ouyang Liangqin and a few others, walking towards this side with plates in their hands and smiling.

Everyone gathered at one table.

“Zhang, Zhang…”

Ouyang Liangqin hesitated for a moment, "Brother Zhang, how is the situation here?"

"..."

Zhang Jiahao was in a good mood and didn't care. He grinned and asked, "How did you know that I made it to the quarterfinals?"

"Each each other."

Ouyang Liangqin smiled.

After asking, I found out that except Ding Xiaowei, the rest of the group had made it into the quarterfinals.

According to the practice of the national table tennis team, players who reach the quarterfinals of the National Championships can be selected for the national second team without further training and selection.

For all professional table tennis players, the three words "national team" are a sacred temple that symbolizes supreme honor.

Although everyone knows that even if you join the national team, you may not be able to stand at the top of the table tennis world.

After all, the players who truly stand at the top of table tennis are geniuses among geniuses.

It is a rare existence.

Even so, being selected for the national team remains a dream that everyone pursues unremittingly.

Only by joining the national team can you have the opportunity to wear the national flag and fight for your country.

This is a matter of honoring the ancestors!

Maybe, a hundred years later, the family tree will be able to give itself a separate page.

As flower growers, how many people can resist such temptation?
Just as everyone was reporting their battle results.

Chen Jin turned his eyes and saw Ding Xiaowei sitting next to him, like an outsider, eating silently.

"Ok?"

Chen Jin pondered, "With Ding Xiaowei's strength, how could he be defeated in the round of 16?"

Compared with previous years, this National Championships lacks the participation of the main players of the national table tennis team, and its value is obviously reduced by half.

Ding Xiaowei's long rubber slicing style is unique and quite threatening.

During the qualifiers, we made it to the top four and were eventually selected for the second team, which is a good proof of this.

Moreover, at Chen Jin's suggestion, Ding Xiaowei changed to sponge long rubber to strengthen the attack.

Since the qualifiers, during the time of training with the team in Zhengding, Ding Xiaowei has further strengthened his forehand inverted rubber attack.

At the same time, we are constantly researching and improving the attack and cut combination technique of backhand long rubber.

The offensive threat of the backhand long rubber is much stronger than before.

When Chen Jin was in the training hall, he watched Ding Xiaowei's training and found that Ding Xiaowei had improved after not seeing him for two months.

He even secretly predicted that he might be able to win the National Championships with his long rubber attacking and slicing style.

Unexpectedly, Ding Xiaowei unexpectedly fell in the round of 16.

"Who will be Ding Xiaowei's opponent in the round of 16?"

Chen Jin was curious, "To be able to beat Ding Xiaowei, this guy must be something."

The mind has not changed.

Sudden.

Chen Zihan stood up, picked up the soup bowl, and said to Ding Xiaowei solemnly: "Brother Xiaowei, I will use soup instead of wine to toast you a bowl."

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

Looking up at Chen Zihan, they all didn't know why he did this.

Even Ding Xiaowei was stunned: "Why are you toasting me?"

"Others may not know, but I know it clearly in my heart. Your strength is above mine."

Chen Zihan said seriously, "If you hadn't let Hai go in this morning's match, I wouldn't have made it to the quarterfinals."

Hearing this, Chen Jin suddenly understood.

The person who defeated Ding Xiaowei in the round of 16 was Chen Zihan.

The two met and fought for seven games. In the final game, Ding Xiaowei was leading 7:3.

As a result, he made several unnecessary mistakes in a row, which ruined the good situation and allowed Chen Zihan to turn the tables.

Ding Xiaowei was eliminated in the round of 16, while Chen Zihan successfully advanced to the quarterfinals.

"There's nothing."

Ding Xiaowei waved his hands and denied it flatly, "I came here for the championship this time, how could I let you win?"

"You're the better fighter, I'm not as skilled as you."

however.

No matter how Ding Xiaowei explained, Chen Zihan remained firm in his ideas.

"No matter what, congratulations to everyone for making it to the quarterfinals."

Chen Jin smiled and picked up the soup bowl. "I am here to drink soup instead of wine. I wish you all to reach a higher level and get better results."

"Done!"

Everyone held their soup bowls and cheered in unison.

"Hey, wait."

Zhang Jiahao found that the soup in his bowl had already been finished.

But the atmosphere has been set to this point, how can I not know what's good for me?

glance right and left.

I saw that Xie Mingyang still had half a bowl of soup left.

"My surname is Xie."

"Give me some."

Without waiting for Xie Mingyang to react, Zhang Jiahao forcibly snatched the soup bowl from his hand, poured out half a bowl, and then returned it to Xie Mingyang.

"..."

Xie Mingyang frowned and said, "I have drunk it."

"I don't mind it, why do you mind it?"

Zhang Jiahao was in high spirits and didn't care about all these things. He raised the soup bowl high and said, "Drink it!"

That’s all.

Drink it all in one gulp.

Putting down the soup bowl, Zhang Jiahao wiped his mouth and said, "But let me be frank. Now that I have entered the quarterfinals, my goal is to win the championship."

"No matter who it is, as long as they stand in front of me, I will show no mercy."

Having made it to the quarterfinals, there are no more worries.

In the next game, we can let go and go for it.

Under the current situation, civil war in the prisoner-of-war camp is inevitable.

Outside the arena, they are brothers.

But once you’re on the field, you have to settle the accounts.

"well said."

Ouyang Liangqin and others had the same idea, "Me too."

Which young man doesn’t have a fire in his heart?

What's more, this National Championship is the closest they have ever been to the championship.

If we don't try our best now, do we have to wait until Chen Jin participates in the competition?

"By the way, Xiao Wei Ge."

Chen Zihan suddenly remembered something and felt a little strange. "Weren't you from the Qilu team before? Why are you representing the Jiangnan team this time?"

"It's hard to describe in words."

Ding Xiaowei hesitated for a moment, "I followed the coach to leave the Qilu team and join the Jiangnan team."

There are too many things involved to be explained in a few words.

Moreover, the conflict between the coach and the Qilu team is even less likely to be known to outsiders.

Chen Zihan was also very tactful and stopped asking questions.

At this moment.

Suddenly, Ouyang Liangqin said loudly: "The draw for the quarterfinals has been arranged."

It immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"My opponent is Sun Wen."

Ouyang Liangqin said, "Lao Qin's opponent is Huang Youzheng from the Beijing team."

"Anyang and Lao Chen are going to have a civil war."

Hear this.

Zhang Jiahao seemed to have thought of something, his face changed slightly: "Then my opponent in the quarterfinals is..."

"Yes."

Ouyang Liangqin nodded, "Zhang, Brother Zhang, your opponent is Xu Xin."

"day!"

Zhang Jiahao's words were concise and to the point, revealing his feelings at the moment.

Although Xu Xin has retired from the national team and no longer participates in international competitions.

Moreover, the thirty-year-old veteran is usually busy with his own affairs and has not had systematic training for a long time.

However, Xu Xin's strength should not be underestimated.

Zhang Jiahao, who accompanied Xu Xin in practicing basketball, knew this very well.

It is undeniable that Xu Xin's pace is no longer as fast as it was in the past.

however.

A centipede will not fall even if its legs are broken.

With delicate control on the table, fierce first three shots, and forehand loops, Xu Xin can still call the shots on the court.

Otherwise, how could we make it to the quarterfinals of the National Championships?

This is the solid foundation of the veteran!
The Three Musketeers are at the bottom, but that's only when compared with top masters like Ma Long and Zhang Jike.

It is definitely not something that ordinary minions can commit fraud against.

"It's over."

Zhang Jiahao frowned, looking worried, "If the opponent is really Brother Xin, then it will be a bit difficult to handle."

After all, his current fighting style was originally instructed by Xu Xin.

Using Xu Xin's fighting style, if you fight against Xu Xin, wouldn't that be just showing off one's skills and bringing humiliation upon oneself?

"Hold on!"

"The game hasn't even started yet, how can I admit defeat in advance?"

Zhang Jiahao took a deep breath and calmed down. "If I win this game, I'll make a lot of money, and if I lose, I won't lose anything."

"The ancestors of the Zhang family must bless our descendants to successfully advance to the semi-finals."

"If my descendants can make it to the semi-finals, the paper money for next year's Qingming Festival will be doubled, and they will also be given villas and luxury cars as gifts."

Just as Zhang Jiahao was praying secretly in his heart.

Sudden.

Ouyang Liangqin exclaimed "Eh", as if he had discovered something unexpected.

"what happened?"

Qin Wenjie asked.

"The competition committee just issued an announcement."

Ouyang Liangqin looked up at Zhang Jiahao with a strange expression, "Modu team's Xu Xin withdrew from the men's singles quarterfinals due to a strained right arm muscle."

(End of this chapter)