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

Chapter 245: Slicer Chen Jin? Perhaps, this is talent!
11 month 9 day.

Frankfurt Championship, semi-final.

At 4:40 pm, the last match, Chen Jin VS Anton Carlberg.

The huge Suvaage Energy Stadium was filled with deafening noise.

Wang Chuqin sat in the audience with no expression on his face, but he felt mixed emotions.

Since the Asian Championships, he withdrew from the Montpellier Championship and took a good rest for a while.

This time, I will conserve my energy and fight against Frankfurt, thinking that I will be able to make a final push and return to the top.

In the round of 32, Wang Chuqin felt in great form after shutting out Togami Hayabusa with a score of 3-0.

At that time, he secretly vowed: "I want to take back the championship that belongs to me and prove that I am the real king of WTT!"

more importantly.

The strength that Chen Jin has demonstrated recently has posed a considerable threat to his position in the national table tennis team.

Originally, the withdrawal of Ma Long and Fan Zhendong was the best opportunity for him to take up the banner of the national table tennis team.

However, his consecutive defeats in the Macau Championship, BJ Grand Slam and Asian Championships have caused a lot of doubts about him from the outside world.

In addition, with the sudden emergence of Chen Jin, the coaching staff shifted its resources to support this new player with outstanding strength.

This further intensified Wang Chuqin's sense of crisis.

However, many times, the more you want to prove something, the more fate will make you lose it.

Wang Chuqin eventually fell in the round of 16.

All of a sudden, all the black fans came out in droves, the whole network was mocking, and public opinion was like a tide of black moon.

Fortunately, after being a professional athlete for so many years, Wang Chuqin's ability to withstand pressure is pretty good.

What's more, compared with the top 32 teams in the Paris Olympics, the top 16 in a mere commercial competition is nothing.

Having said that, Wang Chuqin still felt uncomfortable inside.

In this Frankfurt Championship, the Chinese national table tennis team only sent himself, Lin Shidong and Chen Jin to participate.

Lin Shidong is a young player, and Chen Jin is even more of a newcomer.

Only I, not only have seniority, but I have also participated in the Olympic singles.

Logically speaking, you should act like a leader.

Unexpectedly, he was eliminated early.

On the contrary, Chen Jin and Lin Shidong advanced all the way with great momentum.

Not long ago, Lin Shidong swept Lin Yun-ju 4:0 and advanced to the finals first.

"It all depends on this match to see if Anton can defeat Chen Jin."

Wang Chuqin was a little nervous, "I hope Anton keeps winning and gets the championship..."

After all, only in this way can he find excuses for his failure and comfort himself.

Unfortunately, Chen Jin did not give him this opportunity.

Standing sideways in front of the table, Chen Jin gently tossing the ping-pong ball in his hand.

Then, he held it in his palm and blew on it.

At the same time, he turned his head and glanced at his opponent.

Anton Carlberg, a tall and thin man with blond hair, had already bent over with a serious expression and tense nerves.

Looking at the entire world of table tennis, who dares to look down on this young Chinese boy?
"Da da da, da da da..."

The sound of the ping-pong ball bouncing came to his ears, like a heartbeat. Anton held his breath and stared at Chen Jin's every move.

Chen Jin threw the ball high up.

It fell in front of him, his wrist trembling slightly.

"laugh!"

With a slight sound of friction, the small ping-pong ball, with a strong spin, flew towards Anton's right half of the table.

Anton stepped forward quickly, cut down with his forearm, and swung it short to limit Chen Jin's attack.

But Chen Jin's moves had already been done as he pleased, as if he had reached a state of perfection.

Predict the landing point and grab a spot in advance.

Quickly insert your right leg under the table, put your body's center of gravity on your left foot, and step on the ground to accumulate strength.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

The wrists are bent inward.

The movements are as smooth as flowing water, done in one go.

"Snapped!"

A backhand twist.

Even the sound of the boards could still be heard.

The ball was like a cannonball, instantly breaking through the void, blasting out and penetrating Anton's backhand.

1: 0.

"This power, this speed, this rotation..."

Before Anton could even see clearly, the ping-pong ball had already flown past him.

Looking back at the little white ball that had fallen to the ground and was still spinning, Anton took a deep breath.

This was his first fight with Chen Jin.

Before this, I had only watched Chen Jin compete with others, and I knew that Chen Jin was very strong.

However, after shutting out the world number one, he was full of confidence.

I thought that based on my current condition, I could at least compete with Chen Jin.

But in the first ball of the first game, Anton was twisted by Chen Jin's backhand and was brought back into the cruel reality.

Chen Jin’s strength is a thousand or ten thousand times more terrifying than he had imagined!
Next, Chen Jin seemed to be the master of the world, completely controlling the rhythm of the game in his hands.

The attack is swift and fierce like a thunderbolt striking the sky, while the defense is steady and immovable like a thousand-foot mountain wall suppressing evil winds.

The ability to predict the ball's path as clearly as seeing through fire and the precise control of the landing point made Anton Carlberg run all over the court, exhausted.

"what?"

Looking at Anton who was struggling, Chen Jin nodded secretly, "He was running all over the field and he could actually keep up with me... He's tall and has long legs, that's different."

It's a pity that there are no eggs.

After a game, Chen Jinru strolled leisurely, calm and composed.

I didn't even sweat much.

On the other hand, Anton was sweating profusely, panting, and almost collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion.

Even though he tried his best, the score of the first game was still 11:3.

Second round.

Following the coach's advice, Anton changed his tactics and stuck to the table.

However, Chen Jin seemed to have anticipated the enemy's move and stepped up his offensive, charging with his forehand and tearing with his backhand.

Every cricket ball comes with amazing power, speed and spin.

The arc was so strong, like a solid shot, that it made Anton retreat involuntarily.

I can't even stand close to the stage!

"0:1!"

"2:0!"

"3:0!"

“0:4!” “0:5!”

……

Looking at the score on the big screen, Wang Chuqin felt his face burning for some reason, as if he had been slapped hard in the face.

In a trance, he seemed to hear countless mocking voices echoing in his ears.

"Anton, who had defeated Chu Sheng 3-0, was actually pinned to the ground by Chen Jin. It was simply a bully."

"If Anton is the one being bullied, then what is the one being bullied by Anton?"

"Hahaha, Chen Jin is not competing at all, he is clearly slapping Chu Sheng and TZM in the face."

"I will defeat those who Chu Sheng can't defeat, and I will beat those who Chu Sheng can't beat. We only beat those who Chu Sheng can't beat, and we will also beat those who Chu Sheng has won. This is Chen Jin!"

"The camera is now on Chu Sheng... Look, Chu Sheng's face has turned green, hahahaha."

at the same time.

TZM is also constantly working.

"I am willing to trade ten kilograms of fat for Anton Carlberg to win the game."

"The Crown Prince will lose, and Anton will win!"

"Just a passerby, supporting Anton."

however.

Even Zhang Jiahao's ancestral prayer technique, which had always worked, had no effect on Chen Jin.

What’s more, it’s this group of TZM?

Chen Jin was not affected at all. He twisted with his backhand, exploded with his forehand, and rushed sideways with great momentum.

Anton's face became more and more ugly. He turned back from time to time and looked at the coach outside the field, his eyes full of helplessness.

Although his strength and popularity are far inferior to his teammate Moregard, he has also played in many games.

However, the battle with Chen Jin was the most painful and torturous for him.

Because there is no hope of a comeback.

11: 3.

Chen Jin won the second game easily.

The overall score is 2:0.

The third round.

Anton wanted to turn the situation around by changing his serving style.

But every detail of his change seemed to be within Chen Jin's expectations.

Whether it was stealing the long ones or controlling the short ones, Chen Jin resolved them one by one.

Unsurprisingly, the score fell behind again.

8: 1.

Looking at the despairing score gap, Anton never gave up.

Still thinking about how to break the impasse.

Unfortunately, he tried almost all techniques and methods and tried his best, but it was extremely difficult to get a point from Chen Jin.

"Another eleven to three."

Anton smiled bitterly and sighed to the sky, "He is too strong. I really can't beat him."

With his strength, he was able to defeat Wang Chuqin in the 1/8 finals, which was already a breakthrough.

How easy is it to defeat Chen Jin, who is at the peak of his career?
"Forget it, I admit it if I can't beat you."

Anton spread his hands, his mentality was at a low point, and he suddenly felt the world was wide open. "Happy table tennis, enjoy the game."

In this Frankfurt Championship, he was able to unexpectedly defeat the world number one and advance to the semi-finals, which was far beyond his expectations.

Losing to Chen Jin was expected and there was nothing to regret.

"Anyway, I have tried my best and have no regrets."

Anton gathered himself and returned to the court.

He followed the example of his teammate Moregard and performed all kinds of cool moves.

Although he doesn't have the talent and touch of Moregard, once he relaxes, he can show off two or three unexpected goals.

"Want to show off your skills in front of me?"

Chen Jin was unwilling to fall behind.

Forehand twist, behind-the-back shot, presidential shot around the net...all kinds of fancy skills emerge one after another in Chen Jin's hands.

It is not only elegant and graceful, very ornamental, but also has an offensive threat.

"Wow!"

"Woo!"

"Wow!"

The audience was dazzled and cheered and applauded one after another.

The semi-final, which was supposed to be tense and exciting, turned into a relaxed and interesting exhibition match.

10: 5.

For the last ball, Anton burst forward casually.

Chen Jin quickly retreated from the table, stood on one leg, spread his arms, and cut the ball out.

"Snapped!"

Anton continued to charge.

But it was firmly cut off by Chen Jin.

The rotation was so strong and the arc was so low that Anton could only lift it high.

Followed by.

The two men engaged in a fierce attack.

Chen Jin directly turned into a chopper, and no matter how Anton attacked, he could always receive and serve.

"what?"

Wang Hao, who was sitting outside the court, was quite surprised when he saw this, "Is Chen Jin's anti-glue slice so stable?"

There were several balls that were strong and explosive, with tricky angles, but they were all cut back by Chen Jin.

It was as if he was possessed by peak Zhu Shihe.

The key point is that Chen Jin still uses a straight-blade blade, but he can still slice the ball so steadily.

It's simply unbelievable.

"Maybe this is talent."

Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh.

Finally, Chen Jin seemed to be tired of playing, and suddenly slid sideways, facing Anton's high loop ball, and violently counterattacked.

"Snapped!"

A strange arc, stabbing down fiercely.

Anton failed to match the point.

Game 11, 5:.

The overall score is 4:0.

Chen Jin eliminated Anton Carlberg and successfully met Lin Shidong in the final.

(End of this chapter)