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

Chapter 206 If you want to defeat the darkness, you must first approach the darkness!
After dinner.

Li Qian drove Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang to the General Training Administration.

Go through the formalities and move into the dormitory.

"The coaching staff probably won't be back today, so you guys can take a good rest."

Li Qian said.

The Montpellier Championship starts on the 22nd, just one week away.

The schedule was tight, with almost no time to rest.

After giving some instructions, Li Qian left without staying.

Lie in bed for a while.

Chen Jin suddenly stood up, tidied himself up a bit, and put his towel, racket, drinks and other items into his bag.

Then he shouted to the next room.

"Thank you Mingyang."

"Want to go practice?"

The voice just fell.

Xie Mingyang's reply came immediately from next door: "Go."

Not long after.

The two of them carried their backpacks and headed to the training hall.

During the National Championships, due to the large number of participants, the training space is limited.

In the past few days, it was singles again.

Players participating in singles need to make room for training.

Therefore, the daily training is seriously insufficient, and the idleness makes people feel itchy.

And now, back to the General Training Administration.

Shouldn't we hurry up and make up for the training we lost in the past few days?
"My forehand rubber is a bit fleshy, so I can't hit it through very well."

“Should I change the rubber?”

"should be."

"…What do you mean by giving me the rubber and scissors?"

“You have good skills.”

"..."

Xie Mingyang glanced at Chen Jin and asked, "Should I help you change the rubber just because you have good skills?"

Although he said this, Xie Mingyang was still quite honest with his body.

He took the racket, rubber, inorganic glue and scissors from Chen Jin, walked outside the court, and carefully and meticulously changed the rubber for Chen Jin.

"Apply the glue evenly."

Chen Jin smiled at Xie Mingyang's back and said, "Don't break the edge with your backhand. Glue the broken edge again."

"understood."

Xie Mingyang said unhappily.

"hey-hey."

Chen Jin smiled, took out a spare racket from his backpack, and started practicing serving.

Hook, forehand, high throw, squat chop, reverse rotation...

In the end, he even imitated the movements of the world's top server in table tennis today.

The four functions of fake throw, back throw and blocking on the stage are integrated into one and completed in one go.

The movements and postures are very lifelike.

At this moment.

Xie Mingyang had already glued the rubber on and walked back.

Seeing Chen Jin's serve, he couldn't help but frown: "Why are you practicing this too?"

"Resemblance?"

Chen Jin smiled.

"More than alike, they are simply printed from the same mold."

Xie Mingyang frowned and said, "You practice this serve and don't mind getting your hands dirty."

"You don't understand now, do you?"

Chen Jin said seriously, "Knowing how to serve and knowing how to serve but not being able to use it are two different things."

"If you want to defeat darkness, you must first approach it."

Hear the words.

Xie Mingyang thought about it carefully and felt that there was nothing wrong.

There is a long way to go, and I will inevitably compete with Wang Chuqin on the field in the future.

If there is no way to break the barrier, you will definitely lose.

"How about trying to pick it up?"

Chen Jin smiled.

"it is good."

Xie Mingyang had exactly this intention.

He put his things down, picked up his racket, and stood opposite Chen Jin.

Bend down and keep your eyes on the ball.

Plaster hand.

Fake throw.

Throw back.

Head covered.

Dirty Wang's hook serve was perfectly reproduced in Chen Jin's hands.

The only difference is that the horizontal board was replaced with a vertical board.

"Fuck!"

Even Xie Mingyang couldn't help but swear, "Where's the ball?"

This kind of serve is so concealed that the rotation cannot be judged, making it confusing.

Receiving serves is a guessing game.

To know.

Unlike other ball sports, receiving and serving in table tennis is a threshold.

The key lies in the judgment of rotation.

At that time, Liu Guoliang won the Grand Slam by blocking the serve with one hand.

The International Table Tennis Federation has specifically amended the rules for this purpose, prohibiting obstruction when serving.

Today, Wang Chuqin, by his own efforts, has achieved the great revival of blocking serve.

No wonder Liu Guoliang values ​​him so much.

"Topspin?"

Judging reaction is measured in milliseconds. Xie Mingyang couldn't see the rotation clearly, so he could only guess randomly.

He kicked off and leaped forward.

Trying to shake the stage.

"laugh!"

The moment it touched the racket, the ping-pong ball sank heavily.

Eat and turn the net.

"Backspin?!"

Xie Mingyang frowned, "Come again."

"Ten serves form a group, see how many you can catch."

Chen Jin smiled.

"it is good."

It seemed to have aroused the fighting spirit within him and he refused to admit defeat. Xie Mingyang stretched his muscles and became more focused.

His eyes were like those of a wolf, staring intently at every detail of Chen Jin's movements when he hit the ball.

"Backspin?"

Xie Mingyang wanted to play short.

Unexpectedly, the ping-pong ball flew out at an angle and high up as if it had been electrocuted.

"Is it a sideways one?!"

Xie Mingyang gritted his teeth and said, "Come again."

"Backspin?"

"Zhao, don't turn."

Just like that, Chen Jinfa finished scoring ten balls.

Xie Mingyang only guessed correctly twice.

After all, Xie Mingyang is also a professional table tennis player.

The serve receiving technique requires constant practice.

In a game, it is very rare that a serve is eaten directly.

But when facing Chen Jin's dirty Wang-style hook serve, he almost doubted his life.

Even my mentality is about to collapse.

"are you full?"

Chen Jin smiled and asked, "Can you still eat dinner tonight?"

“That serve is disgusting.”

Xie Mingyang felt his stomach churning and almost couldn't help vomiting.

It is hard to imagine what it would be like to be hit like this on the court. "It's not just the serve that is disgusting."

Chen Jin said, "The person serving the ball is even more disgusting."

"Hawkeye as soon as possible."

Xie Mingyang let out a long breath.

If the International Table Tennis Federation doesn't even have this much funding, he could consider donating a few machines.

"There are so many cameras on the streets now, but aren't there still thieves?"

Chen Jin shrugged his shoulders. "The Hawkeye Challenge is just one of the methods. For repeat offenders, most of them are just hoping for luck."

"That's true."

Xie Mingyang nodded, "You still have to practice the Breaking the Barrier Method diligently."

Followed by.

The two of them were serving and receiving the serve while exchanging their experiences.

I have figured out quite a few ways to break through the barrier.

Of course, everyone's serve is different.

Only when it really happens on the field can we test whether the effectiveness of breaking the cover is achieved.

Although there was no coach supervising them, Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang were very self-conscious.

Follow the time and train strictly.

They even practiced until 11:30 at night, and only left and walked towards the dormitory when the administrator threatened to turn off the lights.

however.

The two were still in high spirits and continued discussing and communicating with each other as they walked along the road.

Suddenly, Xie Mingyang stopped in his tracks.

"what happened?"

Chen Jin looked at Xie Mingyang strangely.

"Did we forget something?"

Xie Mingyang frowned.

"what?"

Chen Jin was slightly startled, "Probably not."

“I always feel like something’s up.”

Xie Mingyang shook his head, "But I can't remember it."

Go back to dorms.

After washing up, lie on the bed.

Chen Jin picked up the phone, and as soon as he connected to the Internet, countless messages from Zhang Jiahao came flooding in.

The shock made his palms numb.

"Brother Jin, the game is about to start, are you watching me play?"

"Brother Jin, I have to wait in the backstage. Please raise your hand and lend me the light!"

……

"Brother Jin, I am the champion!!! The first major championship in my life!!!"

"Did you see that last ball I shot? Wasn't it cool? Was it 70% as good as yours?"

"Brother Jin, are you watching the game?"

"Brother Jin???"

……

99+ messages.

In addition to text and voice.

There are more photos of Zhang Jiahao competing and the beautiful photos of him winning the championship and holding the trophy.

"Fuck!"

Chen Jin then remembered and felt a little guilty, "I was so engrossed in my practice that I forgot about it."

At this moment.

Xie Mingyang's voice was heard from the next room.

"Chen Jin, I remember now."

Xie Mingyang shouted, "Tonight is Zhang Jiahao's final."

"Ah."

Chen Jin looked at the time and it was not yet midnight.

It is never too late to mend.

I quickly made a video call.

The ringing lasted only two or three seconds.

The video is connected.

Then, Zhang Jiahao's face, filled with deep resentment, appeared on the phone screen.

"Brother Jin, have you finally remembered me?"

Zhang Jiahao's eyes were full of resentment.

"Sorry!"

Chen Jin looked apologetic, "I haven't practiced for a long time. I was so focused on practice that I forgot about the game."

"To express my guilt and apology, I'll treat you to hotpot next time."

Zhang Jiahao snorted and pouted: "Don't think that a hot pot meal can soothe my wounded heart."

"Two meals then."

Chen Jin said, "Plus ten rabbit heads."

"I don't want to eat the hot pot buffet, I want to order dishes."

Zhang Jiahao said viciously.

"no problem."

Chen Jin was extremely generous. "Where are the medals and trophies? Won't you let me see them?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jiahao's cloudy mood immediately turned sunny and he smiled broadly.

He immediately brought the championship medal and trophy close to the camera and showed them off in front of Chen Jin.

"Brother Jin, you don't know that Huang Youzheng is really a sly guy when it comes to crucial shots."

Zhang Jiahao immediately started to talk non-stop, "Once it's a crucial ball, just block it."

"Besides, this kid's key passes are not all from the side."

"It still had some backspin, and I almost got fooled."

"Fortunately, I was lucky. Every time we reached a crucial point, he blocked my serve and I either hit the edge or the net."

"The score was 4-0, and we swept the championship."

Hear this.

Chen Jin's heart moved slightly. Luck is also a magic weapon to break the barrier?
With Zhang Jiahao's luck, if he were to face Wang Chuqin's hook serve, it would be a magical battle, and I wonder who would win.

"Luck is also part of strength."

Chen Jin smiled and said, "When I have time, I must catch up on your championship battle."

"necessary!"

Zhang Jiahao grinned, "This is a classic battle, don't miss it."

There was a pause.

Zhang Jiahao lowered his voice and said, "Brother Jin, when you see Coach Liu and Coach Wang, remember to tell them that I won the singles championship in the National Championships. When can I return to the national team?"

"The sooner the better, and don't delay it until the Chinese New Year at the latest."

He never dared to tell the truth to his family about the fact that he was sent back to the provincial team by the national table tennis team.

Looking forward to returning to the national team soon.

In this way, when the family gets together during the New Year and talks about this matter, there won't be any awkwardness.

"rest assured."

Chen Jin nodded, "I understand."

"Xie is going back to the Training Bureau with you. Is he going to participate in the Montpellier Championship as well?"

Zhang Jiahao had already guessed something about it.

"Correct."

Chen Jin did not hide it either.

"Ah~"

Zhang Jiahao let out a long sigh, and the medal and trophy in his hand suddenly didn’t smell as good anymore.

Originally, the three of them made it through the qualifiers and participated in the WTT Lima Regular Challenge together.

Although the results are different, the starting point is the same.

But now, not only has Chen Jinlian won the championship of two major competitions, but Xie Mingyang’s opportunities to participate in competitions are also gradually increasing.

Looking at myself, I am far behind them.

I feel mixed emotions.

"Jiahao."

Chen Jin saw through Zhang Jiahao's thoughts at a glance, "Don't be anxious, take your time."

"You are definitely a piece of 24K pure gold. No matter how deep you are buried, I will dig you out and let you blind everyone's eyes."

A word.

Like the warm sun in winter, shining in the heart.

Zhang Jiahao swept away the haze and grinned: "With your words, Brother Jin, I am not afraid of anything."

(End of this chapter)