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

Chapter 216: Aruna, the top player in African table tennis
After watching the game.

The group walked together and chatted along the way.

When I returned to the dormitory, it was already half past ten.

Wash up and lie down in bed.

There was a splashing sound of water in the bathroom.

Chen Jin took out his cell phone.

As soon as the Internet.

News about Zhang Jiahao came in one after another, like psoriasis advertisements on the streets.

"Brother Jin, Xie Mingyang lost again...hahahaha..."

Every word and every punctuation mark reveals a sense of gloating.

Look at the time the message was sent.

"An hour ago?"

Chen Jin hesitated for a moment, his fingers dancing and jumping: "You stayed up late to watch the game again?"

There is about a seven-hour time difference between here and China.

At this time in China, it should be around five in the morning.

It is the time when you wake up in the morning because you have to pee and fall back to sleep.

According to Zhang Jiahao's daily routine, this is the time when he sleeps most soundly.

however.

Unexpectedly.

Chen Jin’s message has just been sent.

He received a reply: "How can we cultivators call staying up late?"

Finally, an emoticon package is attached.

Chen Jin is typing.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiahao called via video.

The video background is pitch black.

There was not even a shadow of a person in sight.

Only some outlines can be vaguely seen in the dim light.

"Where are you?"

Chen Jin asked.

"bathroom."

I didn’t see the person, but I heard his voice, “My feet are numb from squatting.”

“Ouch, oh oh oh…”

Zhang Jiahao wanted to move a little, but his feet were so numb and swollen, which was tantamount to torture.

He tried to lower his voice as much as possible so as not to disturb his teammates who were still sleeping soundly in the same dormitory.

"Brother Jin, I saw Xie's expression looked like he was about to cry when the game was over."

Zhang Jiahao chuckled, "He's not really crying, is he?"

"You think they are all as fragile as you are."

Chen Jin smiled.

"That would be a shame."

Zhang Jiahao sighed, "I wanted to say something to him."

"What strength do you have to squeeze others?"

Chen Jin retorted, "Even if Xie Mingyang lost, he lost to a world-class top player like Felix, and the fight was evenly fought. It's an honor to lose."

In the post-match interview, even Felix, his opponent, praised Xie Mingyang's performance.

I have to say that Xie Mingyang's football skills have indeed improved a lot recently.

Even if it is not as good as the best, it is more than enough than the worst.

If Xie Mingyang were to participate in the trials again, I'm afraid that except for Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, the rest of the contestants would not be a match for him.

"So what?"

In the darkness, Zhang Jiahao's mouth still reflected the luster of vibranium. "In Lima, we were in the semi-finals. In the Grand Slam, we were in the quarter-finals. This time, we are in the round of 16."

"I saw Xie heading for the top 32 without hesitation."

"Brother Jin, where is the man named Xie? Please congratulate him for me."

Hear the words.

Chen Jin was stunned for a moment: "Congratulations on what?"

"If he continues at this pace, I believe Xie will soon be ranked number one in the world."

Zhang Jiahao chuckled.

"..."

Chen Jin was speechless.

In terms of results, it is indeed as Zhang Jiahao said.

However, the level of competition and the strength of opponents in each match, such as the semi-finals, quarter-finals and round of 16, are incomparable.

It can only be said that Xie Mingyang's luck in this Montpellier Championship was not very good.

If it was a different half of the zone, perhaps the outcome would be different.

Hearing Zhang Jiahao's complacency, he continued, "Brother Jin, to be honest, I feel that I am now much better than Xie."

Speaking of which.

Zhang Jiahao straightened his back visibly. "Not only did he win the men's singles championship at the National Championships, he also won the men's team championship."

"One step closer to the Super Grand Slam."

"I am now one-ninth of a super grand slam, hahahaha..."

The National Championships have already ended.

The Shanghai team, led by Fan Zhendong and Xu Xin, won the men's team championship.

Originally, the third single in the men's group was Xie Mingyang.

As a result, Xie Mingyang was temporarily called up by the national table tennis team, so Zhang Jiahao took over as a substitute.

Although it was just a thigh pendant, he eventually won the championship, which made Zhang Jiahao excited these days.

He often mentions the "one-ninth super grand slam".

"One-ninth super grand slam?"

Chen Jin smiled and said, "It seems that you are not only stronger than Xie Mingyang, but also stronger than me."

"How about, when I return home, we can find a place to have a fight?"

It was like a basin of ice water being poured over my head.

In an instant, Zhang Jiahao's self-satisfaction was completely extinguished.

"Cough cough."

After coughing twice, Zhang Jiahao quickly changed the subject and said with a playful smile, "Brother Jin, it seems that your game tomorrow is scheduled quite late."

The match between Chen Jin and Aruna was scheduled for 4 pm local time.

Domestic time is 11 o'clock in the evening.

Relatively speaking, it's quite friendly.

It’s not as gloomy as three or four in the morning.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with the time difference.

"But don't worry."

Without waiting for Chen Jin to speak, Zhang Jiahao patted his chest loudly, his eyes firm and shining, "Even if I have to stay up late, I will still watch your game and cheer you on from afar!"

"Brother Jin, Ollie..."

The words were not finished.

The voice that should have been excited suddenly stopped.

Instead, there was a roar filled with incomparable anger.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jiahao roared, "What are you doing?"

"what happened?"

The sudden roar startled Chen Jin and he had no idea what was going on.

however.

Zhang Jiahao did not answer.

But continued to roar.

"Are you freaking blind? Can't you see there's someone in the bathroom?"

"Pull out a gun and shoot randomly, spray me in the face..."

Just when Chen Jin was suspicious.

Zhang Jiahao seemed to have just remembered him and said hurriedly, "Brother Jin, I have something to deal with here. I'll hang up first."

Having said that, he hung up the video.

"Uh……"

Chen Jin had already guessed something.

Fearing that Zhang Jiahao might get into trouble and ruin his future due to his impulsiveness, he quickly called him.

But Zhang Jiahao didn't answer.

"This kid..."

Chen Jin frowned, feeling vaguely worried.

Immediately, the phone calls continued.

Continue bombing.

After more than ten calls, Zhang Jiahao finally answered the call.

"what's the situation?"

Chen Jin asked in a deep voice.

"fine."

Zhang Jiahao said in a relaxed tone, "It has been resolved."

"Really?"

Even after learning the lesson, Chen Jin was still worried and kept asking questions.

"Brother Jin, don't worry."

Zhang Jiahao said, "I won't make the same mistake twice."

"Besides, I also earned half a month's salary as a Modu young lady, plus three meals at Golden Arches, whatever I want, hehe..."

Upon hearing this.

Chen Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Jin, I can't do it anymore."

Zhang Jiahao yawned loudly and said, "Let's take a nap first."

The phone just hung up.

crunch--

The bathroom door suddenly opened.

Xie Mingyang finished his shower, came out, and wiped his wet hair vigorously.

"Who are you talking to on the phone?"

Xie Mingyang asked.

"Jiahao."

Chen Jin answered casually.

"He wants to laugh at my joke, right?"

Xie Mingyang frowned slightly.

Although they had only known each other for a short time, he had already seen through Zhang Jiahao's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

Even in normal times, Zhang Jiahao was always harsh with him.

Now that I have lost the game, if this kid doesn't show his displeasure now, when will he show it?

"Ah."

Chen Jin smiled and nodded, not denying it.

"I knew it."

Xie Mingyang said in a cold voice, "It seems that I didn't defeat him in the last fight."

“He watched your game.”

Chen Jindao.

"what?"

Xie Mingyang was slightly stunned and puzzled.

"When you finish your game, it should be around three or four in the morning in China."

Chen Jin laughed and said, "Jiahao might have watched your game while squatting in the toilet."

Hear the words.

Xie Mingyang was stunned again.

Then he turned his head away and snorted coldly.

"So what?"

Xie Mingyang leaned over and took out a bottle of body lotion from the suitcase. "At most, I can treat him to another meal."

"Tell him yourself. I'm not responsible for delivering messages."

Chen Jin smiled.

Put on your headphones and concentrate on watching the game.

Suddenly, the room was silent.

There was a pause.

Xie Mingyang sat on the bed, applying body lotion, and turned his head to look at Chen Jin who was concentrating.

He broke the silence and said, "Watch the game?"

"Ah."

Chen Jin didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Aruna?"

Having lived alone with Chen Jin in the same room for such a long time, Xie Mingyang had already figured out Chen Jin's background.

Before a match, you must study your opponent.

This is Chen Jin's habit.

"Correct."

Chen Jin nodded.

Staring at the phone, not taking your eyes off it.

"Aruna's strength is no longer as strong as before."

Xie Mingyang glanced at Chen Jin.

Aruna, born in 88, is the same age as Ma Taki, and both are -year-old veterans of table tennis.

When he was young, Aruna's talent and strength were truly amazing.

Especially his forehand.

Although the batting movements seem to have nothing to do with professional players, they are more like those of amateur uncles in the park.

However, Aruna relied on this seemingly amateur forehand move to create a miracle with great power and broke out from the siege of a group of top players.

It was even ranked among the top ten in the world.

He has become the undisputed number one in African table tennis and is still active on the field.

However, as Aruna grows older, his strength, pace and speed have all declined.

It can’t be compared with when I was young, and the results are not ideal.

Compared with Chen Jin, who is like the rising sun, he is incomparable.

In Xie Mingyang's opinion.

Fighting against Aruna, as long as Chen Jin performs normally, he can definitely win easily.

however.

Chen Jin still did not take it lightly.

"really."

Chen Jin nodded, "However, his forehand is still very threatening."

Although Aruna is a horizontal-blade player, his playing style is more like that of a single-sided straight-blade player.

The scoring method is almost entirely based on the forehand.

The backhand can neither twist nor tear quickly close to the table.

Apart from a violent attack, the rest is just passive defense.

Therefore, even Xie Mingyang, who had never fought with him, knew the tactics when facing Aruna.

——Avoid forehand and suppress backhand!

With Chen Jin's current strength, it would be easy for him to defeat Aruna.

But I listened to what Chen Jin said.

Xie Mingyang's heart was slightly moved: "In tomorrow's match, are you planning to compete with Aruna in forehand?"

"good."

Chen Jin smiled slightly.

"I know you."

Xie Mingyang nodded, "Aruna's weakness is too obvious. Even if you give up a game, you can still beat him."

"So, you want to use Aruna's hand to test your forehand ability."

In today's table tennis world, the mainstream playing style is almost always backhand.

Players like Aruna who are good at forehand are rare.

Chen Jin obviously wanted to take this opportunity to compete head-on with Aruna, test his forehand, and fill in the gaps.

After all, for straight-blade players.

The forehand is always the indispensable soul.

(End of this chapter)