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

Chapter 224: Battle against Liang Jingkun! The Peak Dragon Team's forehand dive is like a possession!
"Onii-chan."

Miwa Zhang changed her clothes and came to the training hall with excitement on her face.

I originally wanted to tell Tomokazu Harimoto the good news that I had advanced to the semi-finals.

After all, this is her first time to reach the semi-finals of the WTT Championships, which is worth celebrating.

Unexpectedly.

Tomokazu Harimoto didn't even train.

Instead, he sat on the ground, concentrating on playing with his mobile phone.

He didn't even notice the appearance of Zhang Benmeiwa.

To know.

From childhood to adulthood, Tomokazu Harimoto has never been lazy about training.

Especially after changing to Japanese nationality.

The double pressure on his shoulders makes Zhang Benzhihe dare not slack off at all.

Zhang Benmihei rarely sees her brother playing with his mobile phone during training.

When something goes wrong, there must be something wrong.

Out of curiosity, he tiptoed quietly and moved behind Zhang Benzhihe.

"Onii-chan!"

Miwa Zhang Ben suddenly pounced forward, changed her arms and locked her throat, then hugged Tomokazu Zhang Ben from behind.

Immersed in his mobile phone, his mind focused, Zhang Benzhihe didn't notice it at all.

I was caught off guard and was shaking with fear.

I nearly dropped my phone.

Unable to help myself, I blurted out a phrase from my hometown: "Fuck!"

Still in shock, he turned his head to look.

"Miwako?"

Zhang Benzhihe's eyes showed a hint of complaint, but more of it was doting, "You scared me."

"Onii-chan, what are you looking at? You seem so engrossed in it."

Zhang Benmei laughed and said, "Could it be that some actress has a new movie?"

"nonsense!"

Zhang Benzhihe glared, "I'm watching the game."

"Contest?"

Zhang Benmei moved closer and stared at the phone screen for a while, "Chen Jin and Liang Jingkun?"

"Correct."

Zhang Benzhihe nodded, his eyes moved to the phone again, and said in a deep voice, "Too strong!"

His words and expression were full of admiration.

Zhang Benmei was stunned when he heard this: "Who?"

"Of course it's Chen Jin."

Zhang Benzhihe's eyes sparkled, "After the Paris Olympics, the three absolute main players of the Chinese team, Ma Long and Fan Zhendong, retired to recuperate, leaving only Wang Chuqin."

"Wang Chuqin's condition is obviously not very good. Liang Jingkun and Lin Gaoyuan's performances are also unsatisfactory."

"Among the new generation of players, only Lin Shidong was interesting."

however.

At the Asian Championships, Tomokazu Harimoto defeated Lin Shidong and won the championship.

All I can say is that Lin Shidong is still too young and has a lot of room to grow.

"But I never thought that the Chinese team would have another player named Chen Jin."

Zhang Benzhihe raised his lips slightly, "Fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same as I was then."

"However, his current record is much better than mine back then."

"I have a feeling that Chen Jin will be a huge mountain weighing on our heads for a long time to come."

"Just like Ma Long and Fan Zhendong."

Listening quietly to Zhang Benzhihe's words, Zhang Benmeihe said nothing.

Of course, she had also heard about Chen Jin's deeds.

After all, after the Paris Olympics, Chen Jin suddenly emerged and shocked the world table tennis world.

Who would have thought that two months ago, Chen Jin was just a member of the S Province team.

However, in a short period of time, he won three prestigious championships in a row.

The key point is that Chen Jin is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Such a record is unprecedented.

No wonder Zhang Benzhihe praised Chen Jin so highly and regarded him as a formidable enemy.

"Is this Chen Jin really that strong?"

Zhang Benmeiwa was a little curious.

Because she was on the women's team, although she had heard of Chen Jin, she didn't pay much attention to him.

Immediately, he sat down next to Tomokazu Harimoto.

Watch the game with Tomokazu Harimoto.

The game has reached the third inning.

In the first two games, Chen Jinjun easily defeated Liang Jingkun 11:5 and won the match point.

Leading with a big score of 2:0.

At this time, there was a break between games.

The camera turns to Chen Jin.

But Chen Jin was seen sitting on the sofa in the rest area, replenishing water while thinking about something, letting the sweat drip down and soak his hair.

Dark eyebrows, neat eyelashes, straight nose bridge, clear facial lines, clean and handsome.

However, his eyes revealed the depth and ferocity of a lone wolf.

"So handsome!"

Zhang Benmei's heart trembled slightly.

The mind has not changed.

The camera has switched to Liang Jingkun.

Only then did he reluctantly look away and said to Zhang Benzhihe: "Onii-chan, I remember you fought with Liang Jingkun a few times before, right?"

"Ah."

Zhang Benzhihe nodded, "Seven times, I only beat him once."

Among the many players of the Chinese team, apart from Xu Xin, the one with the highest winning rate against Zhang Benzhihe is Liang Jingkun.

Therefore, Zhang Benzhihe is very clear about how terrifying Liang Jingkun's strength is.

The forehand and backhand are balanced, and the playing style is violent, especially in the stalemate and rallies in the middle and long distances, with connection and continuity, and both power and loops.

The fourth place in the world points ranking also indirectly confirms Liang Jingkun's strength.

But in this match, facing the young player Chen Jin, Liang Jingkun's violent style of play could not make a breakthrough.

Chen Jin's fighting style is more violent than his.

Fierce attack, impenetrable defense, unexpected line changes, delicate and precise control...

Chen Jin used his powerful skills to weave a net like a sky net, binding Liang Jingkun tightly.

No matter how Liang Jingkun struggled, he could not break free.

"Onii-chan, do you think Liang Jingkun still has a chance to turn the tables?"

Zhang Benmeihe asked, "I heard that Liang Jingkun often makes a comeback from 2-0 down."

"It's hard."

Zhang Benzhihe shook his head gently, "Unless Chen Jin lets him win, or something unexpected happens."

"Otherwise, Liang Jingkun will definitely lose."

Having played against Liang Jingkun several times, Zhang Benzhihe is very familiar with Liang Jingkun's playing style.

In the first two games, Liang Jingkun tried his best.

In this final round, it is even more difficult to win.

Because, according to Zhang Benzhihe's observation, Chen Jin has a habit every time he competes.

The closer it got to the last round, the harder Chen Jin hit.

It doesn't give the opponent any chance to turn the tables.

"If I'm not mistaken, in the last round, Liang Jingkun will not only lose, but will lose miserably..."

The words are not finished yet.

But the referee raised his hand and shouted, "Time."

The pause ends.

Chen Jin and Liang Jingkun returned to the court, holding their towels. "It's the 0:2 stage again."

Looking down at the two of them, Li Qian let out a long breath, "It all depends on whether Chen Jin can withstand Liang Jingkun's 'come back from 2-0 down' buff."

"Chen Jin is indeed terrifyingly strong."

Liu Zhiqiang couldn't help but sigh, "In the first two games, Liang Jingkun had almost no room to fight back."

"It looks like it will be difficult for Liang Jingkun to turn the tables in the last game."

Fortunately, it was a civil war.

There is no shame in losing to your teammates.

If he had used an external team and lost to a young player of fifteen or sixteen years old, Liang Jingkun would have slapped himself hard in the face.

Wang Hao looked at Chen Jin and felt even more relieved: "Chen Jin's mentality is stronger than I thought."

"It doesn't seem to be affected by doping tests at all."

"Not bad."

He originally thought that people of Chen Jin's age would be most easily influenced by the outside world, which would lead to fluctuations in their mentality.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin was so calm.

A strong and stable mentality is one of the necessary conditions to become a world-class player!

"If I had had Chen Jin's mentality back then, I wouldn't have ended up like this... Alas!"

Wang Hao sighed secretly.

Forget the past.

On the playing field.

Chen Jin stood on the left half of the table with his legs slightly bent, holding a racket and hunching his back like a shrimp.

His eyes were like those of a wolf, staring at his opponent.

"Da da da……"

After taking a quick look at Chen Jin, Liang Jingkun grabbed the ping-pong ball, placed it in his palm, and leaned down.

Toss the ball.

Lead the beat.

"昘——"

A long and quick ball, as fast as lightning, went straight to Chen Jin's backhand.

Energy is conserved, what increases increases while what decreases increases.

The same is true for serving in table tennis.

The pursuit of running ball is speed, which will inevitably come at the expense of rotation.

Especially backspin.

In the last game, Chen Jin had three match points, but he did not relax at all.

On the contrary, the attention is more focused.

Staring at Liang Jingkun's long ball.

However, he was still blocked by this quick and long run.

Not enough space to hit the ball.

I could only rub it lightly with my backhand as a transition.

The quality of this ball is not high.

Liang Jingkun had already calculated it, so he retracted his right arm and bent his wrist inward.

Facing the high point of the incoming ball.

Sudden exertion.

"Snapped!"

Reverse tear slash.

The speed is so fast, the power is so great, the arc is so strong, it is like a cannonball firing out, with amazing momentum.

The moment he made the move, Chen Jin had already anticipated the next ball.

Take a half step back and be ready for battle.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin used the force to tear it apart quickly.

At the same time, turn your wrist slightly.

The arc of the ping-pong ball's landing point changes.

Like a wolf or a tiger, he pounced towards the center.

Unexpectedly, in this situation, Chen Jin was able to change line while fighting back.

Liang Jingkun was shocked: "Good shot!"

As a main player of the national table tennis team, how can he be just an ordinary person?
Extremely quick response.

He pushed the ground hard with his right foot and moved his body quickly to the left to create space for hitting the ball.

"call--"

The right arm swung, cutting through the air, bringing up a sharp sound.

next second.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was deafening.

Throw the bricks hard and rush forward in a straight line.

Almost out of instinct, or perhaps muscle memory, Chen Jin did not have time to think about it, and with an extremely fast speed, he turned sideways and hit the ball with his forehand, making a strong counter-attack.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball flew in the air with a strong side spin, drawing an extremely exaggerated C-shaped arc.

"Well come."

Liang Jingkun stood in the middle near the table, pushed his center of gravity forward, and suppressed the shape of the board.

Taking advantage of the rising period of the incoming ball's bounce, he quickly made a diagonal shot.

This ball was faster than lightning.

more importantly.

The ball landed right at Chen Jin's forehand line at a wide angle.

At this time, due to the sideways pull, Chen Jin's position was far away on the left half of the table.

It is extremely difficult to save the ball.

Must straddle the table.

But Chen Jin did not give up.

In a blink of an eye, like lightning.

Chen Jin seemed to have instantly transformed into a hunting cheetah. With a cross step, he pounced on his forehand at an unimaginable speed.

"Snapped!"

The sound was like a landslide.

As powerful as thunder.

Counter-pull Liang Jingkun's forehand triangle position.

For this ball, both Chen Jinfei's determination to save the forehand and the landing point of his successful counter-attack were beyond Liang Jingkun's imagination.

"This forehand throw..."

Liang Jingkun gasped, "Is it possessed by the Peak Dragon Team?"

Unfortunately, he doesn't have such strength.

Although he managed to jump, he was still half a step too slow.

0: 1.

There was thunderous applause in the audience.

Although it is not Chen Jin’s home court, there are many table tennis enthusiasts.

Everyone who saw this goal exclaimed in surprise.

"nice shot!"

Li Qian shouted excitedly.

"Pity."

While Liu Zhiqiang was applauding, he felt a little sorry for Liang Jingkun, "That shot was fast and diagonal, and the quality of the shot was very high."

But in the end, Chen Jin was still more skilled.

It has to be said that Chen Jin's determination to win on the field is as strong as his ability.

"If I can train Chen Jin and make him a Grand Slam winner, or even a Super Grand Slam winner, then I really won't have any regrets."

Wang Hao's gaze towards Chen Jin became more determined.

(End of this chapter)