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

Chapter 229 Zhang Benzhihe: Chen Jin has twin martial spirits? !

Chen Jin came to the waiting area alone and handed the racket for the game to the inspector.

Then, head backstage.

Tomokazu Harimoto has already arrived.

People around him were hurrying, but he was focused and just swinging his racket with his bare hands.

Forehand attack, backhand tear, table twist...

His eyes turned.

But when he saw Chen Jin coming, Zhang Benzhihe smiled, nodded and greeted him.

Chen Jin also smiled at each other.

They didn't talk to each other and just did their own things.

In private, Tomokazu Harimoto is quiet and humble, not as arrogant as he is on the court.

Nowadays, even on the court, he is much more restrained than in his early years.

Whether it is football skills or football character, there is no harm without comparison.

What people criticize is nothing more than roaring after winning.

Chen Jin can understand this.

He is a Chinese citizen, but he became a Japanese citizen, which makes him lose the favor of both sides.

Especially when facing Chinese players.

You will be scolded if you win, and you will be scolded if you lose.

For Tomokazu Harimoto, every game comes with tremendous pressure.

In recent years, especially after the Paris Olympics, Zhang Benzhihe's reputation has improved a lot with the contrast with his peers.

What's more, he and Chen Jin are from the same hometown.

Therefore, Chen Jin has no ill will towards Zhang Benzhihe, but he definitely does not have a good impression of him either.

Once they step onto the field, they will fight to the death.

After saying hello.

Chen Jin stopped talking.

I found a stool, sat in a corner, and put my bag next to my feet.

He stood straight, crossed his arms, looked indifferent, and closed his eyes to rest.

In my mind, I kept simulating various duels between myself and Tomokazu Harimoto.

According to Chen Jin's habit, he would carefully study his opponent before the game.

This is naturally no exception for Tomokazu Harimoto.

As early as last night, Chen Jin had watched all of Tomokazu Harimoto's games during the entire Paris Olympic cycle.

Analyze carefully, frame by frame and second by second.

Chen Jin can reproduce and perfectly simulate Zhang Benzhihe's playing style and even every detail of his facial expression in his mind.

“Ha, ha, ha~”

Tomokazu Harimoto stayed in the same place, practicing his steps for a while and adjusting his breathing rhythm.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chen Jin.

Seeing Chen Jin's sitting posture, he was suddenly stunned.

I couldn't help but think of the man waiting in the wings before the Paris Olympics.

In a trance.

Zhang Benzhihe seemed to release an extremely oppressive martial spirit from Chen Jin's body.

It made his heart tremble slightly.

"Whoo~"

Zhang Benzhihe let out a long breath.

If you ask yourself which game I am most satisfied with since becoming a professional player, it would undoubtedly be the quarter-finals of the Paris Olympics.

This battle is no less intense than the one between Ma Taki and Jung Young-sik in the Rio Olympics.

Although he lost in the end, it was the highlight of Tomokazu Harimoto's career.

The man's terrifyingness was also deeply imprinted in Zhang Benzhihe's heart.

"wrong!"

Zhang Benzhihe seemed to suddenly remember something, "Chen Jin is a straight board."

Without changing his mind, he looked at Chen Jin again.

Another martial spirit rose from Chen Jin's body.

The man is tall and slender, holding a racket in his left hand, with his upper body naked, looking down with disdain.

Standing side by side with the previous martial spirit.

Like two great guardians, surrounding Chen Jin.

The power is overwhelming.

Zhang Benzhihe was suppressed to the point that he could hardly raise his head.

"Twin martial souls?"

Zhang Benzhihe's pupils suddenly shrank, "How the hell can we play this?"

That's when.

Sudden.

A staff member came over and reminded the two to get ready to go on stage.

Chen Jin suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shining with brilliance.

"What a terrible murderous intention."

Zhang Benzhihe's eyes darkened. "But the ball hasn't landed yet, and the outcome is still uncertain. I may not lose to you."

Take a deep breath.

Keep calm.

Deep in the dark eyes, a sharp edge is revealed.

……

As soon as the match between Lin Shidong and Felix ended.

The entry "Chen Jin VS Zhang Benzhihe" was like riding a rocket, and it quickly entered the top ten of the hot search list.

The entry "Lin Shidong 0:4F.Lebrun" was suppressed.

Football fans, haters, trolls, and internet trolls have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, occupying the hot search space.

"Come on, Chen Jin, get rid of your low life and revive the glory of the Chinese table tennis team!"

"Chen Jin, have fun playing table tennis, finish the competition in good health, mom loves you."

"As expected of the grandson of the national table tennis team, he bought another trending search."

"Chen Jin is only in the top 8 because our teacher Chu Qin didn't participate in the competition! Otherwise, Chen Jin would have been defeated by Teacher Chu Qin in the top 32!"

"Just a passerby, judging from Chen Jin's recent performance, the national table tennis team's echelon construction is quite good. Come on Chen Jin, come on national table tennis."

"@Marin, please assign a head coach to my Eels! Head coach, head coach, head coach!!!"

“#ChenJinVSZimotoTomokazu#Sasa, you are the best!”

“@Ping Pong Wang Hao, please return our King Dong Dong’s competition spot to King Dong Dong!”

"Support Paper Box to kill Chen Jin!"

……

at the same time.

Various table tennis anchors also started broadcasting.

Quan Shibao, Yin Hang, xuperman...

After all, the match between the new generation of straight-blade genius of Chinese table tennis and Japan's top player Tomokazu Harimoto has attracted a lot of attention.

As a self-media person, who would be willing to give up this huge amount of traffic for nothing?
Many viewers flocked into Xuperman’s live broadcast room.

After all, Xu Xin had an "eight-loss friendship" with Zhang Benzhihe.

And it’s a straight board.

Soon after the show started, its popularity had already reached its peak. Seeing the number of viewers and popularity continue to soar, even Xu Xin was shocked.

"I wonder if I entered the wrong live broadcast room? How come there are so many more people in the blink of an eye?"

Xu Xin quickly put on his glasses and asked, "Are you all attracted by my handsome face?"

Before he finished speaking, he laughed.

Cheng Jingqi, who was sitting next to him, rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Hey, you go out and see if Brother Xin's people came in. Is his face still outside?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

For a moment, the live broadcast room was filled with joy.

"Friends who have just entered the live broadcast room, please follow us and help our brother Xin realize his dream of becoming a Douyin anchor."

The assistant reminded off-screen.

"Didn't a friend ask me to find time to play against Chen Jin?"

Xu Xin smiled and said, "I finally met Chen Jin in person at the National Championships. Oh my god, he is really handsome. I almost wanted to recruit him as my son-in-law."

"Stop!"

Cheng Jingqi smiled and asked, "Brother Xin, how old is your daughter this year?"

"We can't be too old-fashioned in our thinking. Age is not a problem... Just kidding."

Xu Xin continued, "I was practicing tennis with Chen Jin at the time, and he swung his forehand and backhand so hard that the bottom board was almost broken."

"So exaggerated?"

Cheng Jingqi asked, "Brother Xin, didn't you fight with Chen Jin?"

"Chen Jin didn't sign up for the singles competition, but was called over midway through the competition and didn't even play in the team competition."

There was a hint of regret on Xu Xin's face.

In order to regain his form and feel for the game, he also signed up for the men's singles in the National Championships.

Moreover, they made it all the way to the quarterfinals.

Eventually, he withdrew from the singles competition due to an arm strain.

Fortunately, after resting for a few days, he returned to the court and won the national team championship with his teammates.

The thing that Xu Xin regretted most about this National Championships was that he was not able to compete with Chen Jin.

"but--"

Xu Xin changed the subject with a proud look on his face, "I have made an appointment with Chen Jin. Next time he comes to Shanghai, I will let him try our Xuperman blades and rubbers."

"If possible, Chen Jin can become a signed athlete of our xuperman."

"Friends, place your order now before we sign Chen Jin. Once we do, we will raise the price."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Looking at the serious Xu Xin, Cheng Jingqi said with a smile: "Brother Xin, you haven't even started yet."

"I call this 'kill first and ask for permission later, imperial authorization'."

Xu Xin smiled.

"Brother Xin, speaking of which, when you were on the national team, you played against Zhang Benzhihe eight times, and you won all of them."

Cheng Jingqi said, "It is said that you and Zhang Ben have an 'eight-failure friendship', so you must have experience."

"I was lucky and won by chance."

Xu Xin smiled and said, "Isn't it true that I am living up to my name if I say this?"

"Since the results are here, there is no need to be modest."

Cheng Jingqi smiled.

"Okay, be serious."

Xu Xin sat upright, serious, but he looked increasingly funny. "Zhang Ben was young at that time, and he played with backhand speed, and he had just changed to 40+ not long ago, so his playing style was suitable for him."

"To play with speed, you have to stand close to the table. The most feared thing is spin. The spin on my forehand was just so-so - in front of Douyin barrage and commentators, I have to be humble - maybe a little bit stronger."

"No matter how fast Zhang Ben is, if I retreat and spin him, it will be hard for him to fight."

"Also, Zhang Ben's forehand was not very good at that time. If he had a forehand like he did in the Paris Olympics, to be honest, it would be difficult for me to play against him."

On December 19, 12, at the ITTF World Tour Finals, men's singles quarter-finals, it was the last time that Xu Xin faced Zhang Benzhihe in his career.

In the end, Xu Xin defeated Zhang Ben 4:3 and advanced to the semi-finals.

The final battle was particularly fierce.

However, Xu Xin lived up to everyone's expectations and successfully fought against the Japanese.

Looking at the eight matches between Xu Xin and Zhang Benzhihe, as Zhang Benzhihe grew, it became increasingly difficult for Xu Xin to win.

If they fight again, the outcome is hard to predict.

This is not Xu Xin being modest.

"Brother Xin, who will win tonight's game?"

the assistant asked.

"Does this even need to be predicted? It has to be Chen Jin!"

Xu Xin smiled and said, "Our national table tennis team has finally produced a straight-blade genius, and we must support him to the death."

"Come on, come on, set up the formation."

Having said this, he wanted to pick up the objects on the table and arrange them into the formation of the Paris Olympics.

Cheng Jingqi hurriedly stopped him and said, "With Chen Jin's strength, he shouldn't need our off-site metaphysical support, right?"

"That's true."

Xu Xin said, "If Chen Jin falls behind in the score, we will let Zhang Ben see the mysterious power from the Eastern country."

"Brother Xin, what score do you think Chen Jin will win against Zhang Ben?"

The assistant asked again.

"It has to be four to zero!"

Xu Xin slammed the table and said, "Friends, every time Chen Jin loses a game, we will draw ten Xuperman T-shirts... It's always T-shirts, can we draw something else?"

"Okay, I'm going all out today. If Chen Jin loses a round, I'll draw a piece of Xuperman's own X1 blade. How do you think?"

This statement came out.

Cheng Jingqi's eyes widened: "Brother Xin, are you serious?"

“We have to have the real thing.”

Xu Xin smiled and said, "I believe Chen Jin will not let me bleed profusely."

……

Just when Xuperman’s live broadcast room was very lively.

Another live broadcast room called "Coach Zhang Table Tennis" has also been launched.

But, the difference is.

The live broadcast room of "Coach Zhang Table Tennis" is not for selling goods, but for table tennis training.

Coach Zhang, who had just finished passing the ball to the students, walked to the left side of the table with the racket in one hand, picked up his mobile phone, and checked the comments in the live broadcast room.

"Coach Zhang, don't you want to watch the match between Chen Jin and Zhang Ben?"

Coach Zhang was stunned for a moment, a little confused, "Chen Jin? When did Chen Jin switch to playing table tennis?"

"This Chen Jin is not that Chen Jin."

A student interrupted and said, "This Chen Jin, he just joined the first team, he's a straight board player."

"Straight board?"

Coach Zhang sneered, "Does anyone still use straight blades these days? It's hard to make a name for yourself."

"No, this candy bar is different."

The student said, "I heard that she is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and in just two months, she won three WTT championships, including the Macau Championship and the BJ Grand Slam."

"In the Grand Slam, even the Dragons lost to him."

Hear this.

Coach Zhang looked surprised: "Fifteen or sixteen years old? Beat Ma Long?"

"It's interesting."

Coach Zhang finally showed some interest, "You guys practice for a while, I'll go watch the game."

(End of this chapter)