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

Chapter 237: Young and Famous, Never Forgetting the Original Intention

Chatted with Liu Guoliang and others for a while.

Chen Jin carried his backpack and went to the lounge alone to take a shower and change clothes.

Looking at Chen Jin's gradually receding back, Liu Guoliang's gaze became increasingly profound.

A 15-year-old boy, who debuted for only two months, is aiming for his fourth championship. This is a unique occurrence in the entire history of table tennis.

"If Chen Jin continues to maintain this performance, the traffic he will bring will be immeasurable."

Liu Guoliang smiled, "I'm afraid he's even more terrifying than Zhang Jike back then."

To know.

When Zhang Jike was at his peak, he almost single-handedly supported most of the traffic of the national table tennis team.

Later Ma Long, Fan Zhendong, Wang Chuqin and Sun Yingsha were far inferior to him.

Today, Liu Guoliang, the trinity, is vigorously promoting the commercialization of table tennis.

If we can really create another Zhang Jike-like player who has both traffic and strength, it will definitely bring immeasurable commercial value.

Think of this.

The plan in Liu Guoliang's mind became clearer.

"Wang Hao."

Liu Guoliang suddenly said, "In tonight's final, will you be Chen Jin's off-court coach?"

After all, Wang Hao is the head coach of the men's team.

His ability to read the game and his tactical arrangements make people feel reassured.

What's more, Chen Jin hits the ball horizontally with a straight racket, and his opponent Felix also hits the ball horizontally with a straight racket.

As a master of straight-blade horizontal hitting, Wang Hao was naturally qualified to be the coach in the final.

"Ah."

Wang Hao nodded.

"That's good."

Liu Guoliang looked relaxed and smiled. "Let the publicity department do a good job, emphasizing the '15-year-old young player' and 'China's table tennis team regaining the world's No. 1 position' to maximize the emotional value."

"clear."

Knowing that Liu Guoliang wanted to give Chen Jin a hard push behind his back, Wang Hao had no objection.

The withdrawal of Ma Long, Fan Zhendong and Wang Chuqin has caused the attention of this Montpellier Championship to be worrying.

Chen Jin's strong rise not only broke the outside world's doubts about the construction of the national table tennis team, but also attracted the attention of many fans with his special identity as a straight-blade player.

In addition, it provided an outlet for venting dissatisfaction with someone's failure in the Paris Olympics.

Thanks to various factors, Chen Jin's popularity in China is no less than that of Wang Chuqin.

It’s just because Chen Jin has only been in the industry for a short time and hasn’t started to generate traffic and fans yet.

Otherwise, Montpellier would have become Chen Jin's home ground long ago.

With the support of Liu Guoliang and the support of the national table tennis team, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Chen Jin.

But at the same time, it also makes people vaguely worried.

"At such a young age, you have to bear such a heavy flow of traffic."

Wang Hao remained calm on the surface, but he was a little worried in his heart, "I hope Chen Jin can be like Xiaopang, become famous at a young age and never forget his original aspirations."

In comparison, Fan Zhendong is luckier than Chen Jin.

At the beginning, although Fan Zhendong was young, Wang Hao always kept him by his side.

Not only did he recommend Xiaopang to Coach Wu, he also brought him into the Bayi team.

The military style and the August 1st spirit played an important role in Fan Zhendong's later career.

But Chen Jin did not receive such treatment.

"We need to pay more attention to Chen Jin in the future, so that he won't be blinded by the traffic."

Wang Hao thought to himself, "Such a good seedling must not be allowed to become Fang Zhongyong."

After so many years, the Chinese national table tennis team finally produced a straight-blade genius.

If he could train Chen Jin to become the first player to win the Grand Slam or even the Super Grand Slam with the straight-blade horizontal hitting technique, then his table tennis career would truly be without regrets.

……

Chen Jin came to the lounge.

But there was no sign of Xie Mingyang and Li Qian.

"what?"

Chen Jin was puzzled. "Where did all the people go?"

If it were in the past, the two of them would wait for me after every game.

But this time, there were only two people missing.

This made Chen Jin feel a little bit uncomfortable.

Took a quick shower.

Back to the dormitory.

Just arrived at the door and stood outside.

A familiar fragrance seeped through the cracks and wafted out of the room.

Trying hard to get into Chen Jin's nose.

"It smells so good!"

Chen Jin couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

After playing a game, I was exhausted and hungry.

How can one resist such temptation?
Chen Jin shrugged his nose and took two deep puffs: "It tastes like boiled fish."

"Hmm? There's also mouth-watering chicken... twice-cooked pork... mapo tofu..."

The question is, in a foreign country, in a dormitory stadium, where can we get boiled fish, mouth-watering chicken, hot pot meat and mapo tofu?

Could it be that I ate too much Western food and started hallucinating?
Chen Jin shook his head in self-mockery.

But the fragrance lingered for a long time and did not dissipate, so it was definitely not an illusion.

With full of doubts, Chen Jin reached out and pushed open the dormitory door.

Xie Mingyang and Li Qian were both there.

In front of the two of them, there was a simple table.

There are lunch boxes neatly arranged on the table.

Boiled fish, mouth-watering chicken, twice-cooked pork, mapo tofu, and a few servings of rice were still steaming.

Hearing the door opening, Xie Mingyang turned his head and looked: "Are you back?"

"What's going on?"

Chen Jin's eyes had long been attracted by the dishes on the table, and his throat moved and he kept swallowing saliva.

"Celebrating your victory over Tomokazu Harimoto."

Li Qian smiled.

"No."

Chen Jin put down his bag, pointed at the dishes, and asked curiously, "Where did you get them?"

These days, he was tired of Western food and dreamed of changing the taste.

However, during the competition, athletes are not allowed to go out for food and drink easily to avoid being contaminated by prohibited foods.

Besides, there are very few decent Chinese restaurants in Montpellier.

Not to mention making authentic Chinese food.

however.

Just by smelling the dishes in front of you, you can tell that it would take more than ten years of hard work to make them.

"It was flown in from Paris."

Li Qian smiled.

As he said this, he nodded at Xie Mingyang who was beside him.

"Paris Airlift?"

Chen Jin smiled bitterly and looked at Xie Mingyang, "That's a bit exaggerated."

"Fortunately."

Xie Mingyang shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent, "I used to come to Paris with my sister to attend fashion weeks and new product launches, and I couldn't get used to Western food. Through someone's introduction, I met a Chinese chef."

"It's not a big deal to ask the chef to make a few dishes and then have them airlifted over." It takes more than an hour to fly from Paris to Montpellier.

I'm afraid the cost of these dishes combined is not enough to cover the cost of a round-trip air ticket.

Rich people are willful!
Chen Jin gave a thumbs up: "Awesome."

"I also asked someone to bring two bottles of red wine from our own winery."

Xie Mingyang said, "When you win the championship tonight, I'll celebrate with you."

"what?"

Chen Jin scratched the tip of his nose and said, "It's a bit expensive."

"More than a little."

Li Qian whispered, "I looked up the wine online. A bottle costs 20,000 euros on the market."

"Twenty, twenty thousand euros?"

Chen Jin was shocked, his eyes widened, "More than 100,000 per bottle?"

"wrong."

Xie Mingyang corrected him, "The wine in our winery is cellared for twelve years, and only twelve bottles are produced in each batch. Usually, we only use it to entertain friends or VIPs, so it is not available on the market at all."

"Li Jiao, what you found on the Internet is probably a fake product labeled after my winery."

Li Qian: “…”

The fake branded goods are priced at 20,000 euros on the market.

It’s hard to imagine what the price of the real thing would be.

Li Qian licked his lips, unable to wait to take a sip.

"Chen Jin."

Li Qian patted Chen Jin's shoulder solemnly, "Today is the final, we must win the championship!"

"Are you worried that you won't be able to drink such expensive wine?"

Chen Jin smiled.

This sentence exposed Li Qian's thoughts.

"I've never had it in my life, I want to try it."

Li Qian chuckled.

“There’s nothing good to drink.”

Xie Mingyang said, "It's no different from ordinary red wine, except that it tastes a little mellower."

"I don't really like it anyway."

These words may seem like Versailles, but they actually come from the heart.

Li Qian was speechless for a moment.

"I have no interest in wine."

Chen Jin smiled.

Having said that, he sat down.

He moved closer to the table full of dishes, took a deep sip, and looked very enjoyable.

“Can I eat this?”

Chen Jin looked up and asked.

"I asked the team doctor and he said there was no problem."

Li Qian said.

"What are you waiting for!"

Chen Jin couldn't wait any longer. He picked up his lunch box and chopsticks and said, "Let's eat!"

Like a whirlwind, the food is delicious.

Fragrant!
It smells so good!
Chen Jin ate voraciously and almost cried at the smell of the familiar food.

"what fish is this?"

Chen Jin devoured the food and exclaimed, "It's airlifted from Paris, and it's still so tender?"

"It should be Longli fish."

Xie Mingyang said.

At this time, he and Li Qian sat around the table and started eating with Chen Jin.

Like Chen Jin, Li Qian, who had long been tired of Western food, buried his head in eating, as if he was a starving ghost reincarnated.

Just as the three of them were fighting for it.

Sudden.

Mobile phone vibration.

Chen Jin picked up the phone and saw that it was a call from Zhang Jiahao.

"Brother Jin!"

As soon as the call was connected, Zhang Jiahao's excited voice filled my ears, "Congratulations on defeating Zhang Benzhihe, and thank you for killing the Zhang family traitor for me."

"Zhang family traitor?"

Li Qian's mouth was full of food, and his words were unclear. "Who is it? Zhang Benzhihe?"

"Who else but him?"

Even though we were separated by the phone, I could still hear the hatred in Zhang Jiahao's tone.

"Did Zhang Benzhihe provoke you?"

Li Qian laughed and said, "You are not related to him, how can you say that he is a traitor to the Zhang family."

"Based on seniority, he has to call me grandpa."

Zhang Jiahao said loudly.

"Be careful not to expose the cowhide."

Li Qian smiled.

"Erhuo!"

Zhang Jiahao seemed a little anxious, "If you don't believe me, go ask Zhang Benzhihe."

Judging from his tone, he seems very serious.

Instead, Li Qian was stunned.

After all, Tomokazu Harimoto's original surname is Zhang.

However, he later became a Japanese citizen and changed his surname to Zhang Ben in order to integrate into the Japanese community.

Therefore, what Zhang Jiahao said may not be false.

Maybe there really is a relationship between the two of them.

"Jiahao."

Chen Jin finally ate his fill, put down his lunch box and chopsticks, and said contentedly, "You'll have plenty of opportunities to kill Zhang Benzhihe in the future, so you don't have to thank me."

"what?"

Zhang Jiahao smiled and said, "Brother Jin, how did you know that I received the notice to return to the second team?"

There was a lot of arrogance in his words.

"Finally back in the second team?"

Chen Jin smiled and said, "Congratulations."

"Joy and rejoice together!"

Zhang Jiahao chuckled, "Brother Jin, is Xie with you? Tell him not to forget to treat me to a meal."

Without waiting for Chen Jin to speak.

Xie Mingyang, who was standing next to him, had already heard it. He didn't even raise his head and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'll do what I say."

"Then..."

Before Zhang Jiahao finished speaking, he heard a "ding" sound, followed by Zhang Jiahao's exclamation, "Fuck, I clearly remember that I still had a few dollars of phone bill, how come I suddenly owed money?"

"Brother Jin, I'm hanging up first."

"Good luck in the finals!"

"Kill Felix, and you will be the real number one in the world!"

(End of this chapter)