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

Chapter 23 [023] Octagonal Monster

Chapter 23 [023] Octagonal Monster
As the last ball landed.

The scoreboard clearly showed "11:0".

In the first game, Chen Jin won.

Ding Xiaowei, who relied on his special chopping style of long rubber, ultimately could not escape the tragic fate of having his head shaved by Chen Jin.

For professional athletes, losing is nothing.

In competitive sports, winning and losing are common.

But having your head shaved by your opponent like this is absolutely a shame.

Review this game.

Forehand slice, backhand slice, slice with pull, pull with slice... Ding Xiaowei used almost all his skills and all the tactics he could think of.

As a result, he couldn't withstand Chen Jin's brainless and invincible charge.

No matter how rich your tactics are, they cannot withstand the opponent's overwhelming force.

What’s even more despairing is that after a whole game, I couldn’t even take advantage of a single mistake made by the opponent.

It’s really true that Conan won the singing championship, what a big deal!

Looking at the long rubber particles falling to the ground, Ding Xiaowei felt both distressed and frightened.

An unprecedented shadow of frustration looms over my heart.

I almost couldn't hold it in and threw the racket on the spot, "Fuck this table tennis dream!"

However, reason eventually allowed him to conquer the devil of impulse.

Taking advantage of the break between sides, Ding Xiaowei wiped his sweat and drank water while thinking alone about how to play the next game.

After much thought, there is only one way.

——Fight with your back to the wall and do your best.

Before playing against Chen Jin, Ding Xiaowei was full of confidence, thinking that his long rubber chopping style was rare and might be able to achieve a surprise victory.

But after getting started, I realized that the gap between reality and imagination is even greater than the Great Rift Valley in East Africa.

The opponent is an octagonal monster. Forehand, backhand, power, rotation, landing point, pace, serve, receive, defense... there is no trace of weakness at all!
He was able to surprise, but he couldn't win.

Let’s look at Chen Jin again.

As soon as the scene ended, Ouyang Liangqin and Qin Wenjie immediately jumped up from the ground, handing out towels and water, attentively and enthusiastically.

It made him feel like he was Chen Jin's off-field coach.

Before the game, the two were worried about whether Chen Jin could adapt to Ding Xiaowei's long rubber slice.

But now it seems that the worry is completely unnecessary.

No matter what special fighting style, in the face of absolute strength, everything is a paper tiger.

"Master Chen Jin, well done!"

Qin Wenjie stretched out his hand and clapped hands with Chen Jin.

"Isn't he just a slicer who wins with strange rubber?"

Ouyang Liangqin glanced at Ding Xiaowei who was not far away, and deliberately raised his voice, "The great god came out and won easily."

He fought with Ding Xiaowei twice and was defeated both times, and he was somewhat dissatisfied.

Chen Jin did not respond.

Ding Xiaowei looked up at the ceiling, as if thinking about something. He pretended not to hear anything and silently took out a Snickers from his bag.

The one-minute break passed quickly.

Back to the game.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Xiaowei stood still with the racket in hand, lowered his body, and looked at Chen Jin with a pair of determined and sharp eyes.

It seems that after some rest, he has recovered from the loss in the first game.

Even thought of a tactical approach.

Being more courageous in the face of setbacks is a basic quality of a professional athlete.

Of course, except for the guys next door.

Chen Jin made a hook shot to the side.

In the first game, he basically served like this.

Ding Xiaowei has long been accustomed to his serving routine.

Previously, Ding Xiaowei's serve reception, in order to ensure stability, mostly served short or long.

But this time, Ding Xiaowei decided to give it a try.

Who says that a chopper can only defend and not attack!

Today, I will let some people see that I, Ding Xiaowei, do not rely on strange rubber to play basketball!
Seeing that Chen Jin served the ball sideways from the backhand position as usual, the arc was short and flat, and the ball did not go out of the table after two jumps.

Ding Xiaowei used backhand rubber, aimed at the landing point, stepped forward decisively, and quickly inserted his right leg under the table.

Inhale your abdomen, turn your waist, raise your elbows, lower your wrists...all in one go.

Seize the ball's take-off and rising phase at an extremely fast speed.

He kicked his feet sharply.

The force starts from the ground, instantly transfers from the legs to the waist, from the waist to the forearms, and finally from the forearms to the fingers and wrists.

Inch force! The movements are small but explosive.

"Snapped!"

This ball was actually forcibly twisted by Ding Xiaowei on the table.

The arc, speed and power, although not considered explosive twist or overlord twist, are enough to give them a hard time if they meet players like Ouyang Liangqin and Qin Wenjie.

"Well come."

Chen Jin kept his feet steady and defended the backhand position near the middle table.

Use your waist and abdomen to exert force, and use your forearm to drive your wrist, hold down the racket shape, and swing it out explosively.

"Snapped!"

Use the force to tear it apart with your backhand.

Knowing the power of Chen Jin's blow, he knew he would not be able to suppress it if he tried to resist.

Therefore, Ding Xiaowei retreated decisively to the middle stage.

Aiming at the incoming ball, he lowered his body's center of gravity, pushed forward, and increased the amplitude and strength of his swing.

"Snapped!"

The small ping-pong ball was violently pulled back by Ding Xiaowei.

"nice shot!"

Chen Jin originally thought that Ding Xiaowei retreated to the middle table in order to use his long rubber to slice the ball.

Unexpectedly, Ding Xiaowei chose to pull himself back.

"A chopper who doesn't chop anymore wants to compete with me in a stalemate?"

Chen Jin is not weak at all.

Increase the strength and tear it apart with the backhand again.

but.

This time, he changed the landing point, and the ping-pong ball hit the center line slightly forehand.

"Fuck!"

Ding Xiaowei originally wanted to fight Chen Jin with a backhand, but unexpectedly, Lao Liu suddenly changed his direction.

Luckily he is a slicer and has pretty good footwork.

In a hurry, he started again and dived to the forehand.

I couldn't pull the ball back, but at least I managed to get the ball back.

As long as the ball doesn't hit the ground, there's still a chance of winning.

The ball that was saved had a high arc and a strong side spin.

"Oops!"

Ding Xiaowei knew it very well.

Next, what greeted him was Chen Jin's indiscriminate high balls.

In this case, the only solution is to retreat from the table and hit the ball high.

For a slicer, this is his domain.

Seeing that Chen Jin was ready to violently smash the high ball, Ding Xiaowei almost formed a conditioned reflex. He dodged and retreated to the far table, guarding the center line, preparing to chop the ball across the table.

It's unexpected.

Ding Xiaowei just stepped back from the stage and took a quick glance, but saw Chen Jin suddenly change his movements, shrugged his shoulders and shrank his body.

——Suck short!
"Fuck!"

Ding Xiaowei suddenly realized something and his face changed.

Without thinking, he pushed his feet hard, and his sneakers rubbed against the plastic floor, making a sharp and piercing sound.

Ding Xiaowei flew forward and almost hit his head on the edge of the table.

Ultimately, it was too late.

With extremely delicate control and touch, Chen Jin not only sucked it short.

Moreover, he still couldn't get out of the platform after two jumps.

No matter how fast Ding Xiaowei's steps were, he couldn't save the ball because the distance was too far.

"Sorry."

Chen Jin walked to the table and wiped the sweat off his hands, raising his hand with a sincere expression.

"..."

Ding Xiaowei was speechless.