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

Chapter 256 Coach Wang, are you serious?

Chapter 256 Coach Wang, are you serious?
In addition to the coaching staff, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao's doubles multi-ball training also attracted the attention of many people in the training hall.

Liang Jingkun, Lin Gaoyuan, Sun Yingsha, Wang Manyu...all paused their training, watched from afar and praised.

"With such a fast delivery speed, I may not be able to keep up even in singles, let alone doubles. How can these two keep up with it, with almost no mistakes?"

"Oh my god, what kind of tacit understanding and cooperation is this?"

"This pace, this speed, this coordination... it's absolutely amazing."

"Fuck, am I dreaming? Someone actually uses the serve speed that is used for singles practice to practice doubles?"

"I know Chen Jin, but where did that other guy come from?"

……

Almost everyone at the scene had a look of shock on their faces.

Even Wang Chuqin and others were dumbfounded.

As a top doubles player of the national table tennis team, he knows better than anyone how incredible it is to have such tacit cooperation at such a fast ball delivery speed.

At least, the Shatou group can't do it.

"Gulu!"

Huang Youzheng swallowed hard, and with a look of fear in his eyes, he turned to look at Wang Chuqin, "Boss, can we... still win?"

The key to doubles is cooperation.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao have such a tacit understanding in their relationship that there is no one else like them in the world.

What's more, the strength of the two is already quite good.

The more Huang Youzheng thought about it, the more desperate he felt.

“It should be possible…”

Wang Chuqin hesitated.

When he said this, even he himself lost the confidence of a World Table Tennis Championships doubles champion and the Paris Olympic men's team doubles gold medalist.

soon.

A basin of more than 300 training balls had all been distributed.

"Whoo~"

Zhang Jiahao wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, exhaled, and looked relaxed, but still unsatisfied. "Mr. Xie, can you do it?"

"You're passing the ball too slowly. Your uncle Zhang is just sweating a little."

His words and expression were very arrogant.

"You want to sweat, right?"

Xie Mingyang said coldly, "That was just an appetizer. Now I'll let you see my real hand speed."

As he said this, he picked up the ball-picking tool next to him and was about to pick up the ball.

at this time.

Wang Hao walked over slowly: "I'll pass the ball to you."

As he spoke, he took off his coat and put it on the partition.

Then, he walked to the side of the table with the stride of a king.

Unexpectedly, the head coach of the men's table tennis team actually came down to the court and served the ball to himself.

Zhang Jiahao was flattered and immediately lowered his head a few inches: "Coach Wang, are you serious?"

"Aren't you dissatisfied with Xie Mingyang's slowness in passing the ball to you?"

Wang Hao smiled and said, "Try my hand speed."

"I was just joking with Xie...Xie Mingyang."

Zhang Jiahao stuck out his tongue.

"I'm not kidding you."

Wang Hao turned around and called out, "Hey, someone, bring me two thousand training balls, and get me a bigger basin."

"Two, two thousand training balls?"

Zhang Jiahao's hair stood on end and his calves trembled involuntarily, "Coach Wang, you are not serious, are you?"

In fact, the more than 300 training balls just now had made him as tired as a grandson.

The reason why he was being stubborn was just that he wanted to show off his verbal skills in front of Xie Mingyang and put pressure on Xie Mingyang.

Unexpectedly, Wang Hao took it seriously.

Super double directly.

"What do you think?"

Wang Hao smiled.

While talking.

Li Qian came to Wang Hao carrying a few bags of brand new training balls that had not been opened.

"Crash-"

Hundreds of white training balls poured into the basin like flowing water.

After filling up, there were still four or five bags of new balls, which had not been opened.

"Don't leave yet."

Wang Hao said to Li Qian, "When you see that the balls in my basin are almost gone, add them in immediately."

"Okay."

Li Qian immediately stood behind Wang Hao, ready for battle.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiahao secretly complained in his heart: "Is this the legendary shooting oneself in the foot?"

"Scared?"

Wang Hao glanced at Zhang Jiahao who had a sad face.

"Uh……"

Zhang Jiahao scratched his head.

"Chen Jin, what about you?"

Wang Hao asked.

"Two thousand balls, two people practice, one person can only play one thousand balls."

Chen Jin smiled calmly, "I think we can make another 2,000."

"What a boy, you have courage!"

Wang Hao gave a thumbs up, with an expression that said, "You are worthy of being my eldest son." "Zhang Jiahao, learn from Chen Jin."

"Die, die!"

Zhang Jiahao gritted his teeth and said, "I will sacrifice my life to accompany Brother Jin today."

"very good."

Wang Hao grabbed a handful of training balls and said, "Let's move around. We'll start right away."

While talking.

Li Suo and other coaches, as well as Liang Jingkun, Wang Manyu and others, all gathered around.

Feeling the gazes from all around him, Zhang Jiahao became even more energetic.

When did I ever receive so much attention?
We must take advantage of this opportunity to perform well!
Zhang Jiahao felt his blood boiling and he became excited all of a sudden.

"ready or Not?"

Wang Hao asked.

"All right."

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao looked at each other and spoke in unison.

"Then it begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, the training balls in Wang Hao's hand rushed out one after another, like lightning, carrying huge power.

The speed was so fast that it seemed like a Gatling gun emitting blue light.

"So fast!"

Everyone around gasped and felt their scalps tingling.

"Fuck, this speed... It's hard to do 300 swings alone. I'm exhausted. Doing 2,000 in doubles, isn't this going to kill me?"

"I feel like Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao simply can't finish it. Either they can't keep up with the speed, or they can't complete 2,000 reps."

"Oh my god, I feel suffocated just watching it, let alone training."

Everyone was whispering and talking in astonishment.

Indeed, Wang Hao's ball speed is not only faster than Xie Mingyang's, but he also deliberately changes the angle, making the landing point more tricky.

At the beginning, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao were not quite used to it and made frequent mistakes.

But soon, the two of them concentrated and gradually caught up with the speed and rhythm of Wang Hao's passing.

One man, one ball, everything is in order.

"Oh, sure!"

Wang Hao's hands did not stop, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, "He can keep up with the speed and rhythm. No one else can do this."

"Notice!"

Wang Hao suddenly shouted, "I'm going to speed up."

Although he said this, he deliberately slowed down his movements and changed the rhythm, delivering a short, low, flat ball.

Then, there was another fast and powerful rush.

I thought this would disrupt the batting rhythm of the two players.

Surprisingly, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao were not affected at all.

"I go!"

Wang Hao was surprised and delighted. "This didn't even disrupt their coordination rhythm. Our national table tennis team really found a treasure this time."

Not long after.

More than 2,000 training balls have been distributed.

Putting down the racket, Wang Hao shook his sore wrist and looked at Chen Jin with a smile: "How is it? Is the speed okay?"

“It’s, it’s OK…”

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao were bent over, with their hands on their knees, sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

There seems to be a smell of blood in the mouth and nose when breathing.

It has to be said that a round of more than 2,000 random stops across Taiwan is extremely demanding on one’s pace, physical strength, and endurance.

Fortunately, both of them persevered.

"good?"

Wang Hao smiled and said, "Okay, take a break, drink some water, and then we'll continue."

"Brother Jin, what do you think?"

Zhang Jiahao turned his head and looked at Chen Jin beside him.

"continue!"

Chen Jin stood up, exhaled a long, even breath, and looked determined, "Coach Wang, how about adding another thousand?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jiahao was shocked.

Wang Hao was also stunned: "Are you sure?"

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded, "I want to test my limits."

Brother Jin, if you want to try, can you please not drag me along?

Zhang Jiahao was devastated.

The mind has not changed.

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Come on!"

Followed by.

The sound of applause echoed throughout the training hall.

Zhang Jiahao looked around and saw that everyone's eyes were full of encouragement, and his spirits were boosted again.

Damn it, just go for it!
"Come on!"

With a snap, Zhang Jiahao put his palms together and shouted silently in his heart, "Ancestors of the Zhang family, please grant me light and strength!"

Take a break.

By the time Li Qian, Xie Mingyang and others had picked up all the training balls scattered on the ground, they had put them back into the basin.

The second round of multi-ball training begins.

According to Chen Jin's request, one thousand more training balls were added this time.

Wang Hao's hand speed is as fast as ever.

The power, the loop, the landing point...all tend to be practical.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao's speed and rhythm never fell behind.

Such performance once again attracted everyone's admiration.

Watching the two men dodging and cooperating seamlessly in front of the table, Wen Ruibo felt more and more desperate. He turned to Huang Youzheng and whispered, "Brother Zheng, how about we give up the afternoon game?"

In fact, Huang Youzheng had the same idea.

But Wang Chuqin offered to practice with me, so how could I make the decision alone?

Huang Youzheng said cautiously: "Boss, what do you think?"

"Don't panic."

Wang Chuqin had a blank expression on his face. “Training is training, and competition is competition.”

"In doubles, in addition to the cooperation between the two players, tactics, mentality, luck... all these things are indispensable."

"So, you may not lose the game this afternoon."

He said this, but deep down, he had already seen the outcome of this game.

However, how could he show weakness in front of his little fanboy?

I could only comfort her with words.

However, Huang Youzheng and Wen Ruibo are not stupid.

Not necessarily losing?