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

Chapter 24 [024] I finally won

Chapter 24 [024] I won... I finally won...

Da-da-da, da-da-da...

A quick and crisp sound was heard, and the ping-pong ball bounced a few times on the table. Then it was grabbed by a hand and held in the palm of the hand.

Chen Zihan held a racket in his hand, bent over, and stared at the opposite side intently.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept oozing out from the temples of his forehead and temples, like the Baotu Spring, and slid down his cheeks.

Plop, dripping on the ground.

But Chen Zihan didn't bother to wipe it at this time.

Because the opponent has already thrown the ball.

The small ping-pong ball was thrown up two meters high.

There is no obstruction and no tilt.

Very clean serve.

With strong backspin, it flew towards Chen Zihan's backhand near the net.

Chen Zihan was very familiar with it. She took a step forward and rubbed the ball lightly and made short movements.

The opponent chooses to swing back.

Chen Zihan originally wanted to continue placing the ball on the table and not give the opponent a chance to get started.

However, my hands were a little tight and I couldn't control it well.

After rubbing a board, he came out halfway.

"!"

Chen Zihan's heart trembled violently.

Fortunately, the landing point of this ball was as he wished, still controlled on the opponent's backhand position close to the white line of the table.

"I don't believe you can charge at me with your right hand in this position."

In these two games, I was overwhelmed by the opponent.

Basically, as long as the opponent is given a half-out forehand position, no matter how low the arc is, the opponent will force a burst of the ball.

It doesn't make any sense at all.

But the hit rate is frighteningly high. Out of ten people who rush in, eight get on stage.

The key is that Chen Zihan has to run to pick up the ball every time.

Such a ferocious fighting style made Chen Zihan's experience extremely bad.

After suffering so many losses in the first game, Chen Zihan no longer dared to rub his forehand.

Therefore, at the beginning of the second game, he adjusted his tactics and focused on the opponent's backhand.

As expected, the first ball limited the opponent's forehand.

Although we lost in the end, at least we were not wiped out by an overwhelming force, which shows that the strategy was successful.

Now, in this second serve, Chen Zihan implemented the backhand tactics to the end.

Even if the backswing goes wrong, the opponent can still be restricted to the backhand position.

This landing point, this arc, this rotation, let alone a forehand burst, even a backhand forward and downward spin would be a bit of a stretch.

The best way to deal with it is to hit a high lob.

"If he dares to lob the ball high, I will tear him apart and try to get past him in one shot."

Things change, you won the first game, now it’s finally my turn!
Chen Zihan was full of confidence and gnashed his teeth.

Just when he was thinking this.

A quick glance.

But the opponent suddenly flashed, took a quick step sideways, and actually got to the highest point of the incoming ball, appearing in the backhand measuring position.

Raise your right arm and swing the racket vigorously.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball flew out like a cannonball and hit Chen Zihan hard.

"Fuck!"

Seeing the ping-pong ball flying towards his face, Chen Zihan's face changed drastically.

I wanted to turn away, but it was too late.

Snapped!
It hit him squarely on the forehead.

"Ouch!"

Chen Zihan's face showed pain.

The force of this ball was so strong that a coin-sized red swelling immediately appeared on Chen Zihan's forehead.

Chen Zihan was in so much pain that she almost cried.

Brother, what kind of hatred or grudge is it? Is it necessary to be so cruel?
Are you hitting people or playing ball?

Even though my last name is Chen, I’m not familiar with that other guy with the same last name Chen at all!
You can't beat others, so you take it out on me. What the hell is that?
Although the game was won, Chen Zihan rubbed his forehead and couldn't feel happy at all.

"Excuse me."

Xie Mingyang raised his hand.

Although he said this, his expression remained cold and he didn't show any apology at all.

After saying that, Xie Mingyang looked down at the racket and wiped it a few times.

He didn't care at all about the loss of this goal.

Chen Zihan smiled bitterly and bent down to pick up the ball.

At this moment, suddenly, a roar resounded throughout the training hall.

"Rub——"

The sudden roar was filled with immense excitement and excitement.

It immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.

Even Xie Mingyang and Chen Zihan couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice.

But at the next table, a young man clenched his fists, veins bulging, and roared to the sky, as if he was venting the frustration that had been suppressed for a long time.

"I won... I finally won..."

"It's so damn difficult..."

boom!
The racket in his hand fell to the ground.

The young man knelt on the ground, covering his face with his hands, as if he was sobbing.

This scene made everyone at the scene look at each other in bewilderment.

"What's going on?"

"Isn't this the chopper Ding Xiaowei from the Qilu team? What is he doing?"

"Ding Xiaowei? Didn't he get to be in the same group with Chen Jin?"

"Ding Xiaowei is so excited. Did he beat Chen Jin?"

"What the hell, this is impossible? That monster who shaved Xie Mingyang's head actually lost unexpectedly?"

"Don't underestimate Ding Xiaowei. He is fourth in the Youth Championship, only behind Xie Mingyang, Zhang Jiahao and Shu Sanhu... and his long rubber slice style is disgusting. If you are not used to it, you can easily be upset by him."

……

Amidst the discussion.

There were several billiard tables nearby, and the players who were taking a break and not playing games couldn't help but gather around.

Everyone was talking at once, chattering: "What's going on? What's going on? Did Ding Xiaowei beat Chen Jin?"

They rushed to look at the scoreboard in front of Li Qian.

1: 8.

After seeing the score, everyone was stunned for a moment, "This game is over."

more importantly.

The person who won by eight points was clearly Chen Jin.

But Ding Xiaowei is standing here crying and shouting, as if he had won the game. What does this mean?

Full of doubts and curiosity, several people came to Ouyang Liangqin and Qin Wenjie.

"Brother, what just happened?"

Someone whispered, "Why is Ding Xiaowei so excited?"

"It's nothing."

Qin Wenjie curled his lips, "Ding Xiaowei just scored a goal with a counter-attack and won a point against Master Chen Jin."

"what?"

Several people were dumbfounded. "We just won a game. Is there any need to be so excited?"

It's as if he had won the Olympic singles championship.

The words were not finished.

Ouyang Liangqin and Qin Wenjie turned back suddenly at the same time, their faces full of resentment, and glared at them fiercely.

"You know a hammer!"

Qin Wenjie turned around and looked at Ding Xiaowei, who was still kneeling on the ground with his face covered. He wished that he could be the one to win the game. He said slowly, "People who have never played against Master Chen Jin will never understand the value of this point."

Although Ouyang Liangqin, who was standing aside, had never fought with Chen Jin, he nodded heavily and agreed strongly to what he said.

He could imagine that if he were to go on the court later and score a point from Chen Jin like Ding Xiaowei did, he would probably be even crazier than Ding Xiaowei.

He jumped onto the table, kicked the billboard, tore his jersey, thanked CCTV, crossed his hands and gave a thumbs up... He even imagined his own celebration.

"..."

The people behind him looked at each other.

Hello, is this a mental hospital?
Come and check the mental state of the sixteen groups, they are all begging like crazy!

At this moment.

Li Qian suddenly said, "Ahem... Ding Xiaowei, the game is not over yet, please control your emotions and continue the game."

"Oh."

Ding Xiaowei hurriedly picked up the fallen racket from the ground and stood up.

Taking a deep breath, I was able to calm down my inner excitement a little.

“This point will be the signal for me to launch a counterattack and turn the situation around.”

Ding Xiaowei's confidence soared.

A fierce light was reflected in the dark eyes.

Two minutes later.