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

Chapter 225 Chen Jin, the god of secondary activation!
"So fast."

"What a horrible forehand."

In the training hall.

Seeing Chen Jin flying across the table and diving for his forehand, Zhang Benzhihe couldn't help but clench his fists and beat his legs, exclaiming in amazement and praising him endlessly.

An expert knows the way.

In this goal, Liang Jingkun played his best.

Strength, speed, landing point, rhythm...all demonstrate his strength as the main force of the Chinese team.

However, Chen Jin's ability has already reached supermodel level.

It was like an impregnable wall of steel. No matter how hard Liang Jingkun tried, he could not break through Chen Jin's defense.

Just like Fan Zhendong at the Paris Olympics.

Zhang Benmiwa, who was sitting next to him, was also stunned by the speed and determination of Chen Jinfei's forehand save.

After a while, he said, "Onii-chan, if you make it to the semi-finals, your next opponent will be Chen Jin, right?"

"Yes."

Tomokazu Harimoto took a deep breath.

There was a hint of sharpness in his eyes, but also a bit of excitement and anticipation.

Entering a new Olympic cycle, although Ma Taki and Fan Zhendong have gradually faded out of the arena, Zhang Benzhihe knows very well that his biggest opponent is still the Chinese team.

Only by defeating the top players of the Chinese team and winning the championships of the three major competitions from the Chinese team can we truly reach the top of the world table tennis.

During the period after returning from the Olympics, Wang Chuqin, one of the absolute main players of the Chinese team and ranked first in the world, was in a slump.

The performances of Liang Jingkun and Lin Gaoyuan were also unsatisfactory.

The new generation of players, such as Lin Shidong and others, have yet to grow.

The only one who can show off is Chen Jin.

In the previous Macau Championship and BJ Grand Slam, Zhang Benzhihe was eliminated early and failed to compete with Chen Jin, which he deeply regretted.

This competition is a great opportunity.

"My opponent in the quarterfinals is Francesca."

"As long as I beat him, I can advance to the semi-finals and compete with Chen Jin."

Zhang Benzhihe's eyes darkened slightly, "Today's game, we must be in our best condition and go all out!"

Just when I was in a trance.

Sudden.

Hearing Zhang Benmeiwa applauding and cheering: "Good shot!"

"What a beautiful backhand cut."

Zhang Benzhihe finally came to his senses and looked down at the phone screen.

At this moment, the game footage was being replayed in slow motion.

But Liang Jingkun used a counter-spin to serve a short ball in the middle, and Chen Jin quickly stepped forward and made a short serve.

Liang Jingkun swung back.

Chen Jin changed the landing point and poked Liang Jingkun halfway out of the stage.

Liang Jingkun moved his feet, increased his distance, and lowered his center of gravity.

During the descending phase of the incoming ball, use your fingers and wrists to control the racket and rub it vigorously.

High loop.

Although the power is not great and the speed is not fast.

But the arc is low and the rotation is strong.

Moreover, the landing point is excellent.

It happened to be in the middle of Chen Jin's road, blocking Chen Jin's position and strength.

Chen Jin was not in a hurry and wiped it with his backhand.

Swing the racket like a knife and cut back.

The timing, feel, landing point, rhythm...all are precisely controlled and just right.

Even Zhang Benzhihe couldn't help but clap his legs and exclaim: "Beautiful!"

To know.

Liang Jingkun's high loop ball has particularly strong rotation.

Even if you are defending closely, if you are not careful, you will not be able to suppress the arc and the ball will go out of bounds directly.

Not to mention the backhand cut.

The control of timing and excellent touch are both indispensable.

Chen Jin's backhand cut was perfect.

It not only offsets the strong topspin generated by the high arc loop, but also cuts out the backspin.

Seeing the flying ping-pong ball floating in the air with a high arc, Liang Jingkun looked solemn and did not dare to be careless at all.

Squat down with your legs and keep your center of gravity low.

Place your right arm below the table and bend your wrist inward to store power.

As the incoming ball begins to descend, a gust of wind sweeps across with a whoosh.

Liang Jingkun swung his racket suddenly.

"Snapped!"

Backhand rush forward, fast as the wind.

Head straight to Chenjin Middle Road.

It's too late, but it's soon.

Chen Jin pushed the ground with his right foot, slid sideways with lightning speed, and twisted his waist to lead the racket.

Grab the highest point of the incoming ball.

Power rises from the ground.

All the strength in his body surged out and instantly gathered on the sweet spot of the racket.

"Snapped!"

Like the sky collapsing and the earth breaking apart.

Fall to the ground and rush forward!

With the blessing of terrifying power, the small ping-pong ball fell from the depths of the universe like a meteorite wrapped in blazing flames.

It hit Liang Jingkun's backhand at a wide angle at the baseline with unparalleled speed.

The momentum is unstoppable!
Liang Jingkun was shocked.

The quality of his backhand shot was not low.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin fell to the ground and rushed forward.

As we all know, in the era of 40+ big balls, both spin and speed have been weakened.

The violent aesthetic of falling to the ground and charging forward could be countered by the opponent if one is not careful.

Therefore, in today's table tennis world, it is rare to see players like Marin or Ryu Seung-min falling to the ground and rushing forward.

But Chen Jin's explosive charge from the ground was perfect in terms of strength, speed, rotation, arc and landing point, and was in no way inferior to that of Ryu Seungmin at his peak.

More importantly, as a straight-blade player, he has the determination and courage to win with one shot!
Like a warrior in battle formation.

Liang Jingkun reacted instinctively in a hurry and wanted to block with his backhand.

however.

The speed and power of this ball were far beyond imagination.

It was simply beyond his ability to react.

"Break!"

The ping-pong ball passed by Liang Jingkun's left side like a flash of lightning.

"nice shot!"

In the audience, Wang Hao could no longer sit still. He clenched his fists and roared in a deep voice.

A backhand cut followed by a forehand rush.

This kind of reaction, this kind of speed, how many people in today's table tennis world can achieve this kind of reaction, this kind of speed?

The key is, this is a straight board!
The candy bar that has long been out of fashion.

In Chen Jin's hands, facing a top-notch player like Liang Jingkun, he was able to play such a wonderful and violent ball.

How could Wang Hao not be moved?

"..."

Liang Jingkun put his hands on his hips and looked up at Chen Jin who was standing opposite him.

In addition to being shocked, he showed a helpless smile.

"Did he hit me so hard?"

Liang Jingkun said bitterly, "Are you worried that I will trigger the buff that will allow me to come back from 2-0 down to 3-0?"

He knows his own business, and he knows clearly that the buff of coming back from 2-0 down to 3-0 can only be triggered when facing an opponent with similar strength to his own.

An opponent like Chen Jin is too strong to be triggered at all.

Even so, Chen Jin still did not give him any chance, and his attacks became more decisive and fierce.

The fierce momentum and brutal killing were so frightening that even Liang Jingkun, a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles, couldn't help but tremble with fear.

In contrast, Chen Jin was extremely calm.

He walked up silently, touched the table, and wiped the sweat from his hands.

There was no expression on his face.

His eyes were determined and his mentality was stable, without any trace of the look that one would expect from a young man.

Liang Jingkun couldn't help but complain in his heart: "What kind of monster is this?"

2: 0.

Change sides to serve.

Chen Jin hooked the ball and sent a short ball down the middle. It didn't spin.

But Liang Jingkun saw through it at a glance.

This opportunity is rare, how could Liang Jingkun let it go easily?
Step forward with your right foot.

Raise your elbows and lower your shoulders.

Turn your wrists inward.

"Snapped!"

Use inch-force to twist your backhand explosively.

As one of the representatives of the violent style of play, Liang Jingkun's backhand is extremely powerful once he gets the chance.

The force was so great and the speed was so fast that it instantly penetrated Chen Jin's backhand.

"The serve wasn't concealed enough and was seen through."

Chen Jin muttered to himself, summarizing the reason for his failure in the previous match, "Serve the ball a little finer."

Liang Jingkun's playing style is mainly based on backhand twisting the board to quickly enter topspin stalemate.

Small balls on the table are not his forte.

Therefore, when serving, he must not be given a chance to get the ball.

The backhand must be limited.

Think of this.

Chen Jin was neither upset nor impatient.

For the second serve, he decisively changed the landing point and hit a short forehand hook.

Liang Jingkun stepped forward and made a short move.

Although he knew that he was no match for Chen Jin in table tennis, he did not dare to give him any chance and let Chen Jin take the first step.

Going short is undoubtedly the best choice.

The moment of touching the ball.

Sudden.

Liang Jingkun's expression changed slightly: "Another non-transfer?"

Without any obstruction, Chen Jin actually served the ball with a backspin without any spin.

This caught Liang Jingkun a little off guard.

The return ball went high.

"Snapped!"

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in his eyes, and Chen Jin was decisive and fierce in his attack, rushing diagonally.

This ball is like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Even Liang Jingkun hurriedly stepped off the stage the moment he realized something was wrong.

But, it was still half a step too late.

1: 3.

A series of small combos of serving and grabbing allowed Liang Jingkun to once again witness Chen Jin's first three board capabilities.

"concentrate."

Reaching out and gently patting his cheeks a few times, Liang Jingkun kept reminding himself in his heart, "Keep your eyes on the ball, buddy!"

“Hohohahahaha——”

After taking the ping-pong ball thrown by the referee, Liang Jingkun shouted a few times and jumped on the spot.

Then he bent down and prepared to serve.

Right of center line.

Side down.

Chen Jin takes a short step forward.

Liang Jingkun swung back.

Then, the two of them fought back and forth for four or five balls on the table.

But any discerning person can see that whether it is the rotation or the landing point, Chen Jin obviously has more delicate control.

He knew that if he continued to fight like this, Chen Jin would definitely control him to death.

"The stage is my restricted area, and the stalemate is my territory!"

Think about this.

Liang Jingkun gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and shot a diagonal shot with his backhand.

Chen Jin was not in a hurry and defended with his backhand.

Liang Jingkun took a step and adjusted his position, then took the initiative to exert force, and with a snap, he increased his strength to tear back.

Chen Jin stepped back half a step, calm and composed, as if the wind was blowing and the clouds were calm, and he defended a straight line.

"Fuck!"

Liang Jingkun quickly switched to his forehand, dived to save the ball, and then hit the ball back.

Seeing this, Chen Jin moved his feet slightly and was about to turn sideways.

Unexpectedly.

Liang Jingkun's ball actually brushed the net, bounced upwards, and then fell into the table.

The pace slowed down, completely disrupted.

"!"

Fortunately, Chen Jin was quick-witted and quick-handed, and Wang Hao possessed him, allowing him to start again at an incredible speed.

Extreme save.

The control of the hands has also reached perfection.

It just happened to be a long ball that hit Liang Jingkun's backhand.

But after all, it was a hasty rescue, so the quality of the return ball is naturally not the same.

"Chance!"

Liang Jingkun stood still, bent his wrists inward, and secretly accumulated strength.

Wait until the ping-pong ball flies in front of you.

"Snapped!"

Backhand blast.

The ping-pong ball suddenly turned into a cannonball, carrying a destructive aura, and fiercely bombarded Chen Jin's left half of the table.

"Wow—"

There was a sudden cry of surprise at the scene.

It has to be said that the quality of Liang Jingkun's backhand explosion can be called a top-notch attack.

Zhang Benzhihe looked at it and couldn't help but take a breath, raised his eyebrows, and blurted out: "Good shot!"

however.

Exclaimed undecided.

Chen Jin had already jumped off the stage, with his center of gravity pulled in and his abdomen pushed forward.

Hook your fingers around the handle of the racket and hold the racket in place.

Face the incoming ball and predict its curve.

"Snapped!"

It was like a loud thunderclap.

Chen Jin used the opponent's force to counter-attack and tear the straight line.

"what?!"

Liang Jingkun's pupils trembled violently.

Originally, I thought that this backhand shot of mine was a one-shot shot that no one could stop.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin not only blocked it.

And he slapped himself hard in a straight line.

How is this still playing?
Liang Jingkun immediately took a cross step and rushed towards his forehand frantically.

Unfortunately, it’s still too slow.

I could only watch the ping-pong ball fly past my hand.

"Pretty!"

Li Qian jumped up, his face full of excitement, and clapped vigorously.

The second start and saving the tennis ball are already quite difficult tasks.

What's more, he was immediately faced with a backhand attack from Liang Jingkun with all his strength.

This requires extremely high reaction, pace and speed of the players.

Even if it was 0.01 second slower, Chen Jin would have definitely lost this game.

But in the end, Chen Jin did it.

He started to save the ball for the second time and shot it in a straight line with his backhand, as smooth as flowing water, in one go.

"Liang Jingkun lost."

Liu Zhiqiang sighed, "I am now completely convinced by this kid Chen Jin."

That’s all.

He turned to look at Wang Hao who was sitting next to him, "Coach Wang, you were once known as the 'God of Second Start', how do you evaluate Chen Jin's shot?"

"A god who has been reactivated for the second time?"

Wang Hao smiled slightly, "I haven't been that for a long time."

"Now, it's Chen Jin!"

(End of this chapter)