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

Chapter 252 Doubles Training
The three of them walked into the training hall while chatting.

Standing at the door, you can hear bursts of intense and crisp hitting sounds coming from the venue.

Against the backdrop of a banner that read “Keep a strong body and win glory for the country”, agile and flexible figures moved swiftly and vigorously in front of the table, sweating profusely.

"I'm back, I'm finally back."

Looking at all the familiar things in front of him, Zhang Jiahao was filled with emotion and vowed to himself, "I won't leave this time when I come back."

The mind has not changed.

Not far away, several figures were walking slowly towards them.

Looking closely, they saw that they were the national table tennis bigwigs including Liu Guoliang, Li Suo, Wang Hao and Ma Lin who had just finished a meeting.

Soon, he arrived in front of the three people.

The three of them quickly greeted each other.

Zhang Jiahao was even more trembling with fear and respect, with his hands hanging and his head lowered, not even daring to breathe.

"Zhang Jiahao?"

Liu Guoliang smiled and looked him up and down.

"Hello, Coach Liu."

Zhang Jiahao's voice is as soft as a mosquito's.

"You are the only one who dares to walk into the national table tennis training hall wearing a national championship medal."

Liu Guoliang said with a smile.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone burst into laughter.

You know, everyone who can appear in the Table Tennis Training Hall of the General Administration of Sports is a talented player with several gold medals.

Even the cook who buys groceries and the caddy who picks up balls are world champions.

What's more, it's just a national championship.

Zhang Jiahao wore the National Championships medal because he wanted to show off in front of Xie Mingyang. He forgot to take it off.

After hearing Liu Guoliang's teasing, Zhang Jiahao's face turned red with embarrassment. He hurriedly took off the medal and put it in his pocket.

"There are not many places for this World Youth Championship. This is a rare opportunity. Whether you can participate depends on your performance tomorrow."

Liu Guoliang looked at Zhang Jiahao, then at Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang.

"Yes!"

Zhang Jiahao said loudly, "I will definitely not let you down."

"Train well."

Afterwards, after giving a few more instructions, Liu Guoliang and others left in a hurry.

Only at this moment did Zhang Jiahao let out a long sigh, feeling relieved, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"That's fucking scary."

Zhang Jiahao is still frightened.

"This is what you get for showing off everywhere."

Xie Mingyang said coldly.

"Hey, you..."

Zhang Jiahao was about to retort.

Before he could finish his words, Chen Jin interrupted him: "It's almost half past three. Time is running out. Let's get started."

"I'm going to change clothes."

As he spoke, Zhang Jiahao went to the bathroom alone, dragging his suitcase.

Xie Mingyang asked someone for two forehand and backhand rubbers that Chen Jin often used, inorganic glue, a hair dryer and scissors, and used them to glue the racket for Chen Jin.

After gluing it, I weighed it.

"192."

Xie Mingyang handed the racket to Chen Jin, "It's lighter than your racket."

"Ah."

Chen Jin weighed it a little, "It really needs to be lighter, which is good for switching between forehand and backhand."

"The handle feels good to hold, and the thickness and size are just right."

"Where's the sandpaper?"

Different from the horizontal board.

Because of the grip of a straight racket, the handle of a new racket must be polished with sandpaper before use.

Otherwise, the edge of the racket will easily hit the base of the thumb and cause blisters.

Taking a piece of sandpaper from Xie Mingyang, Chen Jin carefully polished the handle until it was smooth.

"okay."

Chen Jin swung the racket, switched between forehand and backhand, and performed a few movements. "It feels okay, it depends on how well I get started."

That's when.

Zhang Jiahao finally changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom dragging his suitcase.

"so slow."

Chen Jin complained, "Are you secretly watching 'Stimulant' in the toilet again?"

"No way."

Zhang Jiahao stuck out his tongue, "It's just detoxification."

“Is the racket glued down?”

"Let's do it!"

In the corner, I found an empty table.

After a simple warm-up and stretching, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao began to practice against each other, left horizontal and right vertical, one attacking and one defending.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The clear and loud sound of the ball hitting the ground was like a firecracker, deafening.

Quick attack near the table, explosive pull from the middle and far table.

"I go!"

Zhang Jiahao frowned, "Has it been a long time since I last practiced with you, Brother Jin? Why do I feel that your ball is more explosive and aggressive than before?"

His words were by no means a compliment.

Chen Jin's forehand loops from mid-range and long range were so powerful and spinny that every ball hit Zhang Jiahao's racket fiercely, and Zhang Jiahao could clearly feel the vibration from the core of the racket.

The aromatic carbon fiber of the bottom plate seemed to be almost turned into ashes by Chen Jin.

"is it?"

Chen Jin's strength did not decrease. "I thought you would say it was because of this bottom plate."

"The baseboard is just auxiliary, the key is the person."

Zhang Jiahao smiled and said, "Brother Jin, what do you think of this baseboard?"

“Forehand is OK.”

Chen Jin said, "The ball is fast near the table, the arc is strong in the middle table, the bottom is strong at the far table, the sweet spot is large, and the arc is stable. It is indeed better than N301."

Hearing this, Zhang Jiahao smiled happily: "Try the backhand again?"

"Ah."

Chen Jin restrained his strength, returned to the table, switched to backhand, and quickly tore the straight line.

"It's OK for the near-table quick tear, but the bottom strength in the middle and far distance is a little bit lacking, the arc is not very good, and it's a bit dull."

With Chen Jin's feel, he quickly tested out the backhand problem of this baseboard.

Zhang Jiahao wrote down everything so that he could give feedback to Boss Xu later.

The trial is over.

Next, let’s finally get to the point.

Although Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao often cooperated in doubles when they were in the provincial team, their tacit understanding is still there.

But the problem is that the opponents at that time were completely different.

What they have to face now are the national players.

If you are not careful, the car will overturn.

What's more, Chen Jin once made a big promise in front of Liu Guoliang and other coaching staff.

It is equivalent to endorsing Zhang Jiahao's doubles opportunity with his own reputation.

If he loses or fails to meet expectations, not only will Zhang Jiahao lose an opportunity, but Chen Jin's hard-earned reputation will also be damaged.

Therefore, although tomorrow's doubles match may seem insignificant, in fact no one dares to take it lightly.

"There are only three of us. We can't train against each other in actual combat, and there's no need for that."

Chen Jin turned into a coach and said, "The key to doubles is positioning and filling in positions, so we only practice this."

"Old Xie, please help us send more balls. There are no fixed points on the table. We can send them as fast as possible."

"Jiahao, we follow the doubles rules, one person one ball, pay attention to running to fill in the position, but also to ensure the rate of getting on the table."

Zhang Jiahao stretched his muscles and shook his wrists, his eyes showing determination: "No problem!"

the other side.

Xie Mingyang stood beside the table, ready to send more balls.

"Are you ready?"

Holding the racket in one hand and the training ball in the other, Xie Mingyang bent his legs slightly and glanced at Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao.

"Come on!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Xie Mingyang immediately turned into a ruthless serving machine.

clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap...

One by one, the training balls, like bullets fired from a Gatling gun, shot towards Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, without any pause.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao each had a ball, running back and forth, attacking left and blocking right, looking flustered and in a mess.

At the beginning, the two cooperated well and made frequent mistakes.

Either the pace of running to fill in the position was too slow, or someone shot too quickly and subconsciously hit the ball first...

However, with Chen Jin's command, the cooperation between the two gradually improved and became orderly.

Just a few minutes.

A basin of more than 500 training balls had all been sent out.

No matter how strong Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao were, they were still exhausted, panting and sweating profusely.

While picking up the balls, we took a break and communicated with each other.

The second round of training was indeed much better.

Not only was he able to keep up with the speed and rhythm of Xie Mingyang's serve, but his rate of hitting the ball on the table was also significantly higher than in the first round.

"Mr. Xie, can you pass the ball faster? Haven't you eaten yet?"

"There are only 500 of them. That's not enough. How about getting 500 training balls?"

"Brother Jin, if you keep practicing like this, you will definitely be invincible."

(End of this chapter)