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

Chapter 203: Can I only rely on guessing when receiving the serve?
The top four men's singles finalists of the National Championships have finally been announced.

Four contestants, Zhang Jiahao, Anyang, Sun Wen, and Huang Youzheng, successfully advanced.

Ouyang Liangqin, Qin Wenjie and Chen Zihan were eliminated.

During lunch in the afternoon.

Everyone gathered around the table again.

Ouyang Liangqin and Qin Wenjie were fine.

As for the singles goal for this National Championships, they originally wanted to reach the quarterfinals.

Now, the goal has been achieved.

Winning is certainly icing on the cake, but losing is no regret.

On the contrary, Chen Zihan looked guilty.

He always believed that the spot in the quarterfinals was given to him by Ding Xiaowei.

With Ding Xiaowei's strength, if Ding Xiaowei participated in the quarterfinals, he might be able to make it to the semi-finals.

Even, win the championship.

And what about yourself?

An opportunity wasted.

"Brother Xiaowei, I'm sorry, I..."

Chen Zihan's face was filled with guilt, and he seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Without waiting for him to say it.

Ding Xiaowei had already guessed it and hurriedly said, "Stop!"

"I've already said it before, I was not as skilled as you in the quarter-finals, I didn't lose to you on purpose."

"In my eyes, the game is more important than anything else. I will never show mercy to you just because of the relationship between us."

however.

No matter how Ding Xiaowei explained, Chen Zihan remained stubborn.

"Suddenly there are only two of us left in the prisoner-of-war camp."

Qin Wenjie sighed, "Lao Zhang, Anyang, you two are carrying the hopes of the whole village."

"rest assured."

Zhang Jiahao raised his head with his mouth full of food and said confidently, "I will not return until I win the championship!"

In this world, the only person he is afraid of is Chen Jin.

As for the others, even if Fan Zhendong, Ma Long, and Zhang Jike came, he would still be fearless.

Besides, Chen Jin did not participate in the competition.

Anyang's face flushed before he even opened his mouth: "I wonder if we will have a civil war in the semi-finals?"

In the quarterfinals, his opponent was Chen Zihan.

Don't think that Anyang is shy in private, just like an unmarried girl in ancient times.

But once on the field, they attack as fiercely as wolves and tigers.

Anyang eliminated Chen Zihan personally, and felt very sorry after the game.

If the semi-finals are another civil war, it will be a bit embarrassing regardless of winning or losing.

I have finally found a group of like-minded partners. If a rift arises because of this, wouldn't it be a loss?
"Civil war is better."

Ouyang Liangqin smiled and said, "At least one of us can enter the finals."

"Then why can't we each defend one half of the zone and then meet in the final?"

Zhang Jiahao rolled his eyes.

"No need to argue."

Qin Wenjie held up his phone and said, "The draw for the semi-finals has come out. It's not a civil war."

Zhang Jiahao versus Sun Wen.

Anyang vs. Huang Youzheng.

"Sun Wen?"

Zhang Jiahao hesitated for a moment, then turned to Ouyang Liangqin and asked, "Did you lose to him this afternoon?"

"..."

Ouyang Liangqin cried, "Brother Zhang, could you please stop rubbing salt into my wounds?"

At this moment.

Chen Jin, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up: "If I remember correctly, this Sun Wen should be in the same team, right?"

"Team one?"

Zhang Jiahao was surprised, "Is it so strong?"

But before this, he had never heard of Sun Wen's name or deeds.

"In the 19 Neon Open, Sun Wen and Zhang Benzhihe had a decibel battle."

Chen Jin recounted the story in detail, "In the end, Sun Wen defeated Zhang Benzhihe, who was at the peak of his career, with a score of 4-0..."

At that time, Tomokazu Harimoto happened to emerge and became famous in the table tennis world for his fierce fast attack style, flamboyant personality, and heart-wrenching shouts.

Sun Wen’s head coach is the “God of Killing” Chen Qi.

Before the game, Chen Qi made targeted arrangements, requiring Sun Wen to shout every time he won a ball and every time he won a game.

So there was this "decibel war".

In the end, Sun Wen not only suppressed Zhang Benzhihe in momentum, but also defeated his opponent, creating a big upset.

It’s a pity that Sun Wen’s competitive state has always been unstable.

Although he participated in many open competitions, he was never able to achieve any results.

There is no doubt that with Sun Wen's talent, he can be considered a genius.

But the Chinese national table tennis team has never lacked talent.

In addition to the main players, there are eighteen other table tennis geniuses like Sun Wen.

“A hero never brags about his past achievements; the new generation is better than the old.”

Zhang Jiahao wiped the grease from his mouth, his eyes flickering with flames, "So what if we're one team? I'll capture them tonight."

……

eight pm.

The semi-finals started on time.

first round.

Both of them were mostly testing.

After a few rounds, Zhang Jiahao had a thorough understanding of Sun Wen's fighting style.

"Ouyang Liangqin is right. Sun Wen's backhand is indeed very strong."

“But my forehand is not weak either.”

Moreover, Zhang Jiahao holds the racket with his left hand, which just happens to restrain Sun Wen's playing style on the ball path.

Forehand counter-pull, quick straight line, fight in the middle of the table... Zhang Jiahao seemed to have turned into a giant python, tightly wrapping around Sun Wen.

No matter how hard Sun Wen tried, he couldn't kill Zhang Jiahao.

"Is this boy born in the Year of the Snake?"

Sun Wen's fight was particularly awkward, "You're so stubborn?"

soon.

The first game is over.

Zhang Jiahao used his forehand to attack Sun Wen's backhand and had a slight advantage.

11:7, first victory.

In the second game.

Knowing that Zhang Jiahao's forehand was strong, Sun Wen decisively changed his playing style.

He strengthened his forehand attack and almost frantically suppressed Zhang Jiahao's backhand.

Unsurprisingly.

Zhang Jiahao's backhand ability is indeed far inferior to his forehand, which leads to frequent mistakes.

5: 11.

Zhang Jiahao suffered a crushing defeat.

"I will definitely lose if I fight Sun Wen with my backhand. I must change my tactics in the next game."

"My forehand is my strong point now, and I must find a breakthrough from my forehand."

On the field, Zhang Jiahao was not careless at all. He constantly summed up himself and analyzed his opponent in his mind.

After all, Chen Jinben is a master of tactics.

Having followed Chen Jin for so long, how could he not understand tactical arrangements and responses?
The third round.

Zhang Jiahao forced himself to move sideways, and with a fierce forehand and swift steps, he ended the fight at the speed of light in the first three shots, not giving Sun Wen any chance to counterhand.

Sun Wen was caught off guard.

Even though he was forced and unable to attack, Zhang Jiahao still increased his rotation.

The strong loop, combined with the arc, could not suppress Sun Wen's backhand no matter how strong it was.

“Is it this way?”

Sun Wen shook his head repeatedly.

Little did he know that under Xu Xin's guidance, Zhang Jiahao's understanding of rotation had become deeper.

In the era of big balls, the rotation weakens.

But, it doesn’t mean there is no rotation.

No matter when, rotation is the biggest feature of table tennis.

11: 6.

Zhang Jiahao won back a game and took the lead again.

Next game.

Zhang Jiahao adopted a more flexible tactic, either fighting with the forehand or attacking in the first three shots.

Faced with such a tough opponent, even though Sun Wen was a member of the national table tennis team, he was unable to cope for a while.

11: 9.

11: 8.

Zhang Jiahao won two straight sets.

The big score was 4:1, defeating Sun Wen.

Advance to the finals.

"YES!"

This time, Zhang Jiahao was not as excited as he was about advancing to the quarterfinals.

Just clench your fist.

Then, he high-fived Sun Wen.

“Finally we made it to the finals.”

Zhang Jiahao let out a long breath, "Without Brother Jin, the game will be easy."

Walking to the sidelines, his eyes turned.

The game is in full swing at the next table.

Anyang leaned down, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, staring at his opponent's serve.

Sweat was pouring down his forehead like a waterfall.

Toss the ball.

Lead the beat.

Turn your waist.

Hit the ball.

"Fuck!"

Anyang was stunned for a moment, "Where's the ball?"

Before he could react, the ping-pong ball seemed to appear out of nowhere and flew towards him.

"What spin is this serve?"

Anyang was dumbfounded, "I didn't see it at all."

Time flies, and he has no time to think carefully.

"do not care."

"Just guess."

Anyang gritted his teeth, stepped forward quickly, lowered his center of gravity, cut his arms forward, and swung briefly.

laugh!
The moment the racket face touches the ball.

Anyang secretly thought it was not good: "Another sideways move?!"

Knowing that this ball was bound to go high, Anyang hurriedly retreated from the table like a conditioned reflex.

however.

How could Huang Youzheng give him the opportunity to leave Taiwan?

Without waiting for Anyang to stand firmly.

"Snapped!"

A slap on the board.

The force is like a sharp sword that cuts through the sun and the moon.

The sound was like thunder shaking the heavens.

Anyang was unable to retreat from the table in time, and the ping-pong ball hit him hard like a cannonball.

The scores remained the same throughout the four games.

All are 11:9.

Moreover, at crucial points, Huang Youzheng won by serving without exception.

With a big score of 4:0, Huang Youzheng advanced to the finals.

Anyang was a little frustrated. He took a towel, wiped the sweat from his head, and walked to the sidelines.

"Played well."

The coach consoled him, “It’s just that we failed to handle the opponent’s key pass.”

"I couldn't see the spin on the serve at all, so I had to guess."

Anyang scratched his head, "Four key serves, all from the side."

The coach was also helpless about this.

Look up.

But not far away, Huang Youzheng was high-fiving Beijing team head coach Zhang Lei to celebrate.

Zhang Lei's face was full of smiles, and he seemed very satisfied with Huang Youzheng's performance in this game.

However, there is still room for improvement.

"Your serve at the crucial point could be more concealed."

Zhang Lei said seriously, "Learn more from Wang Chuqin and make more variations in your hook shot so that your opponent can't figure it out."

"understood."

Huang Youzheng nodded and said, "I will practice hook serve more in the future."

"Whether you can win the singles championship in this national championship depends on your performance tomorrow."

Zhang Lei reached out and patted Huang Youzheng on the shoulder.

Although the national championships are not very prestigious, for him, a champion is a champion, and they are all real achievements.

"Coach Zhang, don't worry."

Huang Youzheng's eyes darkened slightly, "I will definitely win the championship tomorrow!"

As he said this, he glanced at the next stadium out of the corner of his eye.

Is the game over?

Zhang Jiahao 4:1 Sun Wen?

In other words, the opponent in tomorrow's final is Zhang Jiahao from the Magic City team?
Huang Youzheng raised his chin slightly.

The open and secret struggles between the Beijing team and the Shanghai team have been going on for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the men's singles final of this National Championships was such a coincidence.

"Zhang Jiahao?"

Huang Youzheng is full of confidence, "As long as it's not Chen Jin, I'm not afraid of anyone from the younger generation!"

After all, Chen Jin's strength is too terrifying.

Even Wang Chuqin... bah, he couldn't beat Chen Jin, let alone himself?

But, as a mere Zhang Jiahao, he still has confidence.

(End of this chapter)