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

Chapter 22 [022] It can’t be cut! It can’t be cut at all!

For the sport of table tennis, rotation is one of its many charms.

The rebounding backspin, the arching topspin, the turning sidespin... the combination of equipment, power, speed and landing point gives this small and light ping-pong ball a very unique viewing experience.

During the game, if twisting and pulling can bring out the side spin of the table tennis ball to the fullest, then slicing can bring out the backspin to the extreme.

Take Ding Xiaowei's slice just now for example.

The ping-pong ball flew almost along the net to the center line of the other side of the table.

The arc was low, floating and flat, with a strong downward spin, and it landed on the opponent's table and bounced up. Instead of moving forward, it even sank suddenly.

Even Li Qian had to shake his head and say that this kind of high-quality slice was not easy to do.

To deal with this ball, you can either raise your hand and gently rub the board to make a transition, thereby disrupting the opponent's slice rhythm.

Or you can pull it high and use rotation to restrain rotation, and wait for the next board to find an opportunity.

In the last game, Ouyang Liangqin played against Ding Xiaowei, and he used this style of play.

however.

Facing this ball, Chen Jin chose to lower his body, fall to the ground and rush diagonally.

He managed to successfully break through such a low arc.

Li Qian, Qin Wenjie and Ouyang Liangqin were all stunned.

The three mouths all turned into an O shape at the same time.

"See? To deal with a sliced ​​ball, you should just fall to the ground and charge like Master Chen Jin, leaving no chance for him."

Ouyang Liangqin patted Qin Wenjie on the shoulder and said, "Brother, have you learned it?"

Qin Wenjie rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Yeah, yeah, I've wasted my time, I've wasted my time."

Looking at Ding Xiaowei, the person involved, he was standing there, his left hand on his waist, with a helpless look on his face.

No, brother, you can actually do this to me?

Ding Xiaowei turned and looked at Chen Jin, his head full of black question marks.

"This guy's forehand is too strong. I must not give him a forehand next time."

"No, it's better not to give him the ball in the middle and cut him off at the backhand position."

"Combine attack and cut to open up the landing point."

"Hehehe, mobilize yourself and don't be affected by the first three balls."

While picking up the ball, Ding Xiaowei quickly thought about the tactics for the next goal.

3: 0.

Chen Jin scored the goal.

The same short ball down the side that never changes.

Taking a step forward, Ding Xiaowei used his anti-glue to push the ball long, forcing Chen Jin's backhand position.

As expected, Chen Jin used his backhand to spin, but his speed and power were not as explosive as before.

At least, it was within Ding Xiaowei's expectations.

Ding Xiaowei quickly retreated from the table, reversed the board, and chopped the ball with long rubber, all in one go.

The ping-pong ball flew in a light arc and landed on Chen Jin's backhand again.

"You better hit this ball with your forehand again... Kang Kang... Hmm?"

Ding Xiaowei looked up, but saw that Chen Jin opposite him had already moved to another position.

The ball that was originally intended for the backhand had now become Chen Jin's forehand.

What the hell!

Does this thing have flash?
Such fast pace?
Seeing Chen Jin gathering strength to swing his racket again, thinking that he might be facing another explosive attack, Ding Xiaowei was so scared that he quickly retreated to the middle and far distance.

Facing such an ugly person, who is a man, you can actually rush towards him. Are you still a human being?

Ding Xiaowei secretly groaned in his heart.

"Snapped!"

Explosive slash.

Fortunately, Ding Xiaowei was quick-eyed and quick-handed, with agile and nimble steps. He predicted in advance and retreated to the middle and far distance, just in time to relieve some of the force of the explosive charge.

Let him still cut the ball in time.

The ping-pong ball, packed with explosive force and rotation, hit the racket hard.

Because Ding Xiaowei used long rubber and no sponge for cushioning, this terrifying force went straight through the baseboard, causing Ding Xiaowei's wrist to shake.

"Fuck, what a terrifying power."

Ding Xiaowei was shocked, "Is this kid really only fifteen or sixteen years old?"

The moment I felt this power.

He already knew that even if he was fully prepared, he would not be able to cut the ball.

What's more, in such a rush, there is no time to relieve the force.

"laugh!"

The ball flew to the opposite side.

Chen Jin was too lazy to even raise his hand. He just stood there, following the curve of the ping-pong ball and watching it fall off the table.

Then he bent down to pick up the ball and gently passed it to Ding Xiaowei on the opposite side.

0: 4.

Glancing casually at the scoreboard, Ding Xiaowei, holding the ping-pong ball in his hand, walked to the left side of the table expressionlessly, touched the table near the net a few times, and wiped the sweat from his right hand.

In fact, the movement of these four balls is not large.

Ding Xiaowei hadn't even started running when Chen Jin quickly killed him.

If it were normal, why would I sweat?
However, the sense of oppression given by Chen Jin was too strong.

Ding Xiaowei's initial confidence and courage were almost washed away by Chen Jin.

The palms of my hands holding the racket were full of sweat.

"Spin, arc, landing point... I hit all the shots I should have in the first four balls, but I still couldn't withstand the opponent's explosive charge."

Ding Xiaowei changed his strategy again, "Why not try not to start with a slice? Use the anti-glue to attack first, and then slice him unexpectedly?"

"Yes, maybe this is a good way to break the deadlock." Thinking of this.

Ding Xiaowei let out a long breath, cheered himself up and regained his confidence.

It's his turn to serve.

This time, it wasn't a short ball.

Instead, he stole a sharp, backspin ball from the backhand position.

Chen Jin was hung up.

"Chance!"

Ding Xiaowei quickly turned the board over and tore the rubber apart.

Obviously, Chen Jin did not expect that Ding Xiaowei would actually abandon the long rubber slice method.

There was no time to retreat and fight back, so Chen Jin had to hit the ball in a straight line with his backhand.

Speed ​​and power, just average.

The arc is slightly higher.

"I've let you rush at me, now it's finally my turn to rush at you!"

Ding Xiaowei finally got the chance, so how could he let it go?

His face was tense, his teeth were bared, and his expression was ferocious.

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"Snapped!"

Using all his strength, Ding Xiaowei swung his racket and rushed forward.

The ping-pong ball rushed out like a hunting cheetah, pouncing fiercely towards Chen Jin.

"Snapped!"

There was another loud thump of the ball.

Chen Jin was not in a hurry and responded calmly. He faced the incoming ball, stood firmly in a horse stance, leaned his body forward, and pressed the board with his fingers and wrists.

Without any active effort, he actually stopped Ding Xiaowei's violent charge.

Moreover, taking advantage of the opponent's explosive force, the ping-pong ball bounced out, fast and hard, hitting Ding Xiaowei's forehand baseline.

This burst of energy almost exhausted all of Ding Xiaowei's strength.

It's a one-time deal.

Either he dies or I die.

He wanted to start it again, but at least he couldn't do it now.

Since the opponent defended it back, Ding Xiaowei could only watch the ball fly out and was powerless to do anything.

"Blank it!"

Ding Xiaowei almost blushed on the spot, and warned, "Can you f*cking defend me against this?"

at the same time.

The cheers of Ouyang Liangqin and Qin Wenjie had already been heard from the sidelines.

"nice shot!"

"Pretty!"

"Brother, when a slicer stops playing slice and instead plays a counter-attack, do you know what that means?"

"The Guizhou donkey has no skills."

The voices of the two people happened to fall into Ding Xiaowei's ears.

Ding Xiaowei glared at him fiercely.

However, if you think about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong with what he said.

Slicing the ball is my forte, how can I give up because of a fear of failure?

"Yes, we still have to cut him."

"Hey hey hey!"

Ding Xiaowei jumped a few more times, shouted a few times, and encouraged himself.

Next.

He then determined his tactics, focusing on cutting the ball and using counterattack as an aid.

however.

Facts have proved that no matter what tactics are used, they are so pale in the face of hard power.

No matter how much spin Ding Xiaowei's slice had or how low the arc was, Chen Jin would just charge forward without any reason.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the board is like a cannon.

The powerful explosive force hit the racket, shaking his hands and making Ding Xiaowei groan in pain.

Can’t cut it!
It can't be cut at all!
even.

Even more exaggerated.

6:0 After wiping the sweat off his face, Ding Xiaowei was about to pick up the racket when he suddenly found a few red things under his feet.

"What the hell is this?"

Just as he was about to bend over to take a closer look, Ding Xiaowei suddenly realized something and his face changed.

He quickly picked up the racket and checked the long rubber on the racket.

"Fuck!"

Ding Xiaowei's eyes widened.

But I saw that several of the originally neat long rubber particles had fallen off, and the racket surface became a little bumpy.

There is no doubt that it was destroyed by Chen Jin's continuous bursts.

(End of this chapter)