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

Chapter 235: Sweep Zhang Benzhihe! Advance to the finals!
Pause for one minute.

Both players returned to the sidelines.

Taking advantage of this break, Liu Zhiqiang looked at Chen Jin, handed him some water, and said, "Zhang Ben fought a little fiercely in this round. Can you handle it?"

Although Chen Jin was behind in the score, the third game had just begun and it was still unknown who would win.

Liu Zhiqiang's worries seemed a little too hasty.

If Liang Jingkun was on the field, falling behind at the beginning would be a common occurrence and would become a habit.

He wouldn't be so worried.

But Chen Jin is different.

After all, in Chen Jin's previous matches, even when facing Ma Taki, it was very rare for him to fall behind in the opening score like this.

This inevitably made Liu Zhiqiang uneasy.

"good."

Chen Jin shrugged his shoulders. "I originally wanted to fight violence with violence and end the battle quickly."

"But this will inevitably consume a lot of physical strength, which is not worth the loss."

"So, we had to make temporary adjustments, change our tactics, and just use slow tactics to beat fast."

"Coach Liu, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Liu Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment.

Change tactics?

Beat fast with slow?

After a moment of hesitation, Liu Zhiqiang, who is also an experienced coach, reacted quickly.

The schedule for this Montpellier Championship is quite tight.

Especially the finals and semi-finals, which are held on the same day.

There was only three hours between the semi-finals and the final.

The time given to people to rest and adjust is a bit too hasty.

What's more, the opponent in the final is Felix Lebrun, who is ranked seventh in the world.

The opponent is playing at home, which means they have the best of both worlds.

If you consume too much energy and physical strength in the semi-finals, it will be extremely disadvantageous in the finals.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhiqiang suddenly realized: "You want to save your energy?"

"Correct."

Chen Jin nodded, "I think Felix, playing at home, is a bigger threat than Zhang Ben."

Liu Zhiqiang agreed with this.

Not long ago, Lin Shidong lost to Felix with a score of 0:4.

In the last game, they were beaten 3:11.

Felix, who has the home advantage, is indeed more threatening than Zhang Benzhihe in terms of morale and form.

But here's the thing.

What if I don’t make it to the finals?

"Zhang Ben is a nervous person, so we can't be too careless."

Liu Zhiqiang looked serious, "Although the change of shots interrupted Zhang Ben's fighting rhythm."

"But he's in hot form right now, and he's very powerful. He'll be hard to deal with next time."

As one of the external F4, Tomokazu Harimoto has always been on the research list of the national table tennis team.

This person's state is often in a state of confusion.

When his upper limit is high, he is able to defeat top-notch players such as Ma Taki, Fan Zhendong, and Zhang Jike, but when his lower limit is low, even the young players of the Chinese national table tennis team are no match for him.

It gives a sense of "strong when facing a strong opponent, weak when facing a weak opponent".

In the current match, in the third game, Tomokazu Harimoto took the lead through fierce fighting.

The feel is all hot.

If this continues, the outcome will be hard to predict.

Chen Jin, however, was confident and said, "Coach Liu, I understand what you mean."

"But don't worry, Zhang Benzhihe is just like a loach in a piss pit, he can't make any waves."

"If I lose this round, the game is over and I am willing to accept any punishment."

Now that things have come to this, what else can Liu Zhiqiang do except trust and encourage?
"I believe you!"

Liu Zhiqiang's eyes were firm, and he patted Chen Jin's shoulder. "Go ahead, and crush Zhang Ben according to your own ideas."

"come on!"

After lightly clapping hands with Liu Zhiqiang, Chen Jin turned and walked towards the competition venue.

The timeout ends and the game continues.

Zhang Benzhihe changed his spare racket, but his fighting spirit remained unchanged.

He was decisive and fierce in his attacks, and his feel and condition were not affected by the suspension of the game.

As the game progresses.

The score is also constantly changing.

"4:2."

"4:3."

"4:4."

"5:4."

"4:6."

"4:7."

"8:4."

……

Soon, the score was 5:10.

But Zhang Benzhihe's hand holding the ping-pong ball was shaking a little, and Dong Qimin had his hands on his chest with a serious expression.

I have to say that Tomokazu Harimoto's condition and touch in this game were really hot.

Comparable to the Paris Olympics quarter-finals.

Whether it is the pace or the feel, everything is at its best.

He hit a lot of incredible shots.

Ran and egg.

Chen Jin is clearly more skilled.

In this game, Chen Jin changed his tactics, playing slow against fast and strengthening his defense.

Zhang Benzhihe's crazy fight and fierce and continuous attack were like raging waves and aggressive.

Chen Jin was like a lone boat, swaying with the waves and facing endless dangers.

It seemed like the boat was about to capsize, but it was able to escape danger in the most thrilling moment.

The layman watched the excitement.

But in the eyes of an expert like Dong Qimin, he saw the real trick: "Zhang Ben's fighting was indeed fierce, but his fighting routes were blocked by Chen Jin."

"Chen Jin used the opponent's force to counter the opponent's force. He seemed passive, but he was actually confident."

"No matter how Zhang Ben attacks, Chen Jin is like a copper wall and an iron wall that cannot be broken through."

5: 10.

In the third game, Tomokazu Harimoto once again stood on the edge of the cliff.

"Damn it, Chen Jin got the match point again!"

Zhang Benzhihe gnashed his teeth and sweated profusely, "I have tried my best, and my playing condition is also good, why can't I beat him?"

"I just don't believe that I can't break through your defense!"

I secretly felt mad in my heart.

There was a flash of sharpness in his eyes, like the light of a sword swung by a peerless swordsman, and Zhang Benzhihe leaned over to serve.

Left of center line.

No spin on short balls.

Chen Jin stepped forward and made a short move lightly.

But the control by hand was a little lacking.

He made a half-high forehand swing.

"Chance!"

There was a surge of murderous intent in Zhang Benzhihe's eyes.

Snapped!
Swing the ball with your forehand and rush to the diagonal line.

The ping-pong ball, with great force, rushed towards Chen Jin's forehand corner.

Chen Jin was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He quickly took a big step to the right side of the table.

At the same time, reach out to block.

Leverage the power to bring it quickly.

Staring at the landing point of the incoming ball, Zhang Benzhihe stepped sideways, rushed to the backhand position, and rushed diagonally.

The landing point was adjusted over a wide range, almost spanning the entire table.

Moreover, the speed is extremely fast, like a meteor across the sky.

The time given to people to react is extremely short.

But Chen Jin seemed to have anticipated Zhang Benzhihe's ball path, and started moving early and returned to defend the middle.

Although he didn't have time to exert force to tear it back, he just went with the flow and made a backhand stroke, cutting sideways in a straight line.

"Fuck!"

Standing on the left half of the table, Tomokazu Harimoto seemed to be bleeding. Without thinking twice, he saved the forehand shot and hit a straight line.

This goal can be described as an extreme operation.

Pace, feel, and timing are all essential.

Zhang Benzhihe was fully confident that he would be able to catch Chen Jin off guard. But he did not expect this.

Chen Jin stood there, his feet seemed to have taken root, motionless, with his left hand on his waist.

Another backhand side cut.

All of this is so casual, like flowing clouds and running water, light breeze and cloud, leaving no trace.

laugh!
The ping-pong ball flew towards Zhang Benzhihe's left half of the table.

"!"

Saving the forehand is already the limit, there is no way Zhang Benzhihe can turn around and save the backhand.

He turned his head and watched the ball fly out, with helplessness and bitterness written all over his face.

11: 5.

The overall score is 3:0.

Seeing Chen Jin standing there, waiting for the opportunity, he made two consecutive backhand side cuts, like a stroke of genius, and defeated Zhang Benzhihe with ease.

At the scene, except for the players of the Neon Team who looked at each other in bewilderment, the rest of the audience were all exclaiming in excitement.

In the hot search square, there are also heated discussions under the entry "Chen Jin vs. Zhang Benzhihe".

"Fuck, is Chen Jin possessed by Teacher Niwa? Backhand side cut, so smooth?"

"This place must be @Fang Bo."

"My brother Bo said that I won that game!!! I won!!!"

"Look at Zhang Ben's expression. He's about to cry."

"Chen Jin's defense is so solid that Zhang Ben can't penetrate it no matter what."

"Is this a straight board? Love it."

"Finally, someone is taking up the banner of the Chinese table tennis team..."

"If Zhang Ben loses tonight, Chen Jin will have defeated three of the four outsourced players. He is definitely the main force!"

"Look at other people's fifteen-year-olds, and then look at me when I was fifteen... I won't say any more. I'm going to do my homework."

For a while, the discussion was heated.

Liu Zhiqiang stood up from his seat, holding two water bottles in his hands and greeting us with a smile.

The gentle and doting look made Liang Jingkun's defense break down.

"Well played."

Recalling Wang Hao who had previously given off-court guidance to Lin Shidong, Liu Zhiqiang smiled even more happily.

With the score behind at the start and Zhang Benzhihe in hot form, it was thought that Chen Jin was bound to be at a disadvantage.

A fierce battle is inevitable.

Unexpectedly, after the break, Chen Jin won another game with his solid defense.

Zhang Benzhihe failed to break Chen Jin's defense, but he broke his own defense instead.

Winning was easier than Liu Zhiqiang had imagined.

Especially the last ball.

I guess Tomokazu Harimoto’s mentality must have collapsed.

"It's the last game. As long as we play steadily, we can advance to the finals."

"Zhang Ben will definitely continue to fight, but his momentum will fade in the second and third rounds. He failed to fight successfully in the third round, and he will not be able to fight successfully in the fourth round either."

"Of course, we still can't be too careless and must keep an eye on Zhang Ben's long balls."

Liu Zhiqiang said in a deep voice.

For young players, the last game is the biggest test of their mentality.

As an off-field coach, you must remind people to be vigilant.

"clear."

Chen Jin put one hand on his waist and ate a banana. "In the first few balls, Zhang Ben will definitely fight hard."

"If he kills me, it would be like giving him a breath of fresh air."

"So, I decided to fight violence with violence, and kill Zhang Ben's desire to fight in the first five balls, completely breaking his mentality."

"Once his mentality is broken, he will make a lot of mistakes. Later on, I just need to control him and force him to make mistakes."

Listened to Chen Jin’s own tactical arrangements.

Liu Zhiqiang couldn't help but be stunned.

He never expected that in such a tense game, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old rookie player could be so calm and analyze his opponent.

"No wonder this kid can win three championships in a row, he has excellent skills and a clear mind."

Liu Zhiqiang nodded secretly, "With Chen Jin, who will dare to question our echelon construction in the future?"

Take a long breath.

Liu Zhiqiang nodded and said, "Sure, no problem."

"Zhang Ben is now just a spent force, at best a grasshopper in autumn, he won't be able to jump for long."

"In order to avoid any more trouble, we should fight as quickly as possible and not give Zhang Ben any chance to catch his breath."

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that in the third game, Tomokazu Harimoto had tried his best but failed to win the match.

The blow to his mentality was so great that no matter how much he adjusted, he was powerless by the fourth game.

As long as Chen Jin doesn't let up, Zhang Benzhihe will have no chance of turning the tables.

The fourth game.

The game begins.

As expected, Tomokazu Harimoto remained true to his fighting spirit and his attacks were still ferocious.

however.

Chen Jin is more ferocious and violent than him.

A series of unreasonable sideways forehand attacks stunned Zhang Benzhihe: "No, what are you doing? We are fellow villagers after all, can you be a little gentler?"

There are no fathers and sons on the field.

Chen Jin had no intention of showing any mercy.

0: 1.

2: 0.

3: 0.

0: 4.

1: 4.

5:1
……

Except for the one ball lost due to Chen Jin's own mistake, the rest of the balls were all passed by rushing sideways.

At the end of the fight, Tomokazu Harimoto even had the urge to give up on himself.

The mentality completely exploded.

Even the movement of pulling the ball began to become distorted.

In the following games, mistakes were made frequently and even some chance shots were lost.

Tomokazu Harimoto smiled bitterly, looking as if he had lost all hope in life.

"Lost."

Seeing that the score had reached 2:10, Zhang Benzhihe knew that there was nothing he could do to turn the tide.

However, he still wanted to give it one last try.

So I decided to steal more.

He was distracted and committed suicide by serving.

"what!"

Accompanied by a scream of collapse, Tomokazu Harimoto squatted on the ground, looking depressed and full of regret.

Game 11, 2:.

The overall score is 4:0.

Chen Jin defeated Tomokazu Harimoto and advanced to the final of the Montpellier Championship.

"Chen Jin!"

"Chen Jin!"

"Chen Jin!"

There was no shortage of supporters at the scene, and their shouts echoed throughout the stadium.

"It's worthy of being an SSS-level experience card. It's really different. It cured my myocardial infarction that I had suffered for many years in one go."

Liu Zhiqiang smiled and clapped his hands vigorously, "How I wish Chen Jin was my disciple, alas..."

For a moment, a sense of melancholy and secret hatred arose.

"Chen Jin..."

In the audience, the head coach of the Neon team, Kunifumi Tasaki, sat upright, his arms folded across his chest, his back straight, and stared straight at Chen Jin with a serious expression, "Another strong opponent."

"From now on, we must add Chen Jin to our research list."

Chen Jin emerged out of nowhere like a tornado. In just two months, he swept away all the world's top players with his invincibility.

Now, at only fifteen or sixteen years old, he has already ranked among the top ten in the world.

It has already attracted the attention of table tennis circles in various countries.

This naturally includes the Neon team.

However, before this, Chen Jin had rarely played against the Neon team.

Kunisaki Tane originally thought that Tomokazu Harimoto, who was known as the "killer of the Chinese national table tennis team", might become the first person to defeat Chen Jin.

But unexpectedly, Tomokazu Harimoto also did it.

Moreover, unless one is blind, no one can see that in this match, although Zhang Benzhihe had tried his best, he was still no match for Chen Jin.

As an old rival who always wants to defeat the Chinese team, how could Tian Shikunfumi not take special care of Chen Jin?
"Next time we meet in the arena, I hope we can defeat Chen Jin!"

"Just got it, Zhihe-kun."

(End of this chapter)