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

Chapter 269: Battle against Lin Gaoyuan! Brother Yuan, your general's sword is really useful!

As one of the five main players of the men's table tennis team in the Paris Olympic cycle, Lin Gaoyuan's ability to become a main player is enough to prove his strength.

Left-handed horizontal board, mainly used for fast attack close to the table.

His style of play is good at suppressing the opponent with quick first three boards and continuous stalemate attacks.

His backhand twist and pull, quick tear and short swing control techniques are first-class, especially the backhand quick tear at a large angle, which is extremely threatening.

The move of backhand tearing was called "General Drawing the Sword" and became famous at the time.

However, Lin Gaoyuan's weaknesses are also obvious.

The serving tactics are relatively simple, and the serve is aggressive but there are many mistakes.

More importantly, compared to his backhand, Lin Gaoyuan's forehand can only be described as "useless".

The power is weak, and it is difficult to penetrate the opponent with forehand pull, especially in the middle and long distance.

In addition, Lin Gaoyuan's psychological quality is slightly poor when dealing with key points in major competitions. He is conservative when leading and impatient when lagging behind, and the game is often reversed because of this.

Because of this, in addition to the title of "General Xiao Lin", Lin Gaoyuan is also called "Sister Lin".

This quarterfinal match was also the first official match between Chen Jin and Lin Gaoyuan.

Among the five top men's table tennis players in the Paris Olympic cycle, Ma Taki, Fan Zhendong, Wang Chuqin, Liang Jingkun and Lin Gaoyuan, Chen Jin has defeated three of them.

The only ones left were Fan Zhendong and Lin Gaoyuan.

Looking back to the past, "Tibetan Mastiff" Zhang Jike, single-handedly defeated two Wangs and one Ma, thus opening his own table tennis era.

Now, Chen Jin is doing the same thing, challenging the five tigers of the national table tennis team.

11 month 22 day.

WTT Fukuoka Finals, the third day of competition.

3:40 p.m.

Amid cheers and applause, Chen Jin and Lin Gaoyuan entered the venue one after another.

Because this match between the two was a civil war, neither side had any off-field coaching.

All tactical arrangements on the field must be decided by the players themselves.

This is a huge test for the contestants.

Of course, coaches such as Wang Hao and Liu Zhiqiang were not absent and all appeared in the audience.

Everyone looked relaxed, chatting and laughing, and there was a sense of relaxation as if they had "stealed a little time off from their busy lives".

"There shouldn't be much suspense in this game."

Liu Zhiqiang smiled.

"You can't say that."

Wang Hao is still relatively cautious. "There are always unexpected events in competitions. No one can guarantee a sure win."

As long as the ball hasn't hit the ground, anything is possible.

What if Chen Jin’s victim happens to be Lin Gaoyuan?
Although the possibility is very low, no one can guarantee it 100%.

"Right."

Liu Zhiqiang smiled.

After a moment of hesitation, he lowered his voice and said, "Coach Wang, do you think that Zhang Benzhihe's 3-1-1 victory was really due to that AI?"

In the match between Liang Jingkun and Zhang Benzhihe, Liu Zhiqiang provided off-court coaching.

Since Liang Jingkun's previous performance in foreign wars has always been ideal, his winning rate against Zhang Benzhihe is also very high.

It was originally thought that Liang Jingkun would be able to continue his winning streak in this competition.

Unexpectedly, Liang Jingkun became the only singles player from the national table tennis team to be eliminated on the first day of the competition.

The night before yesterday, after an internal meeting, Liu Guoliang left Liu Zhiqiang alone and scolded him for more than half an hour.

This made Liu Zhiqiang feel somewhat aggrieved.

In addition, after learning about the Neon Team's "Great God Plan", the more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was something fishy.

"I don't know much about AI, but I always feel that no matter how powerful AI is, it can only assist in training at best. The game is played by humans."

Wang Hao thought for a while and said, "Perhaps, AI provided some tactics for Zhang Benzhihe, but providing tactics is one thing, and being able to execute them is another."

"In the past few months after the Paris Olympics, Liang Jingkun's condition has not been very good, while Zhang Benzhihe is playing at home and is full of fighting spirit. It is not surprising that he can beat Liang Jingkun."

As he said that, he reached out and patted Liu Zhiqiang on the shoulder, "Don't think about AI anymore."

"If the Neon Team really has something this powerful, it may not be a bad thing."

“Fighting against the sky, against people, against AI, the fun is endless.”

Just finished speaking.

Sudden.

The lights on the scene dimmed.

Only in the center of the stadium was there a bright sea.

After shaking hands with Chen Jinfu, Lin Gaoyuan looked up, but saw that Chen Jin had a stern look without any expression.

A pair of cold black eyes, like the tide of a black moon, reflected a terrifying light.

His whole body was filled with murderous intent.

His aura was fully charged, and he was completely different from the usual bright and harmless boy with a gentle smile. Even though Lin Gaoyuan had been in the competition for a long time, he became inexplicably nervous.

"What a strong momentum."

Lin Gaoyuan took a breath and his eyes darkened. "Is this the externalization of powerful strength?"

At this moment, he was standing opposite Chen Jin, and only then did he understand that having such an opponent would put him under tremendous psychological pressure that not everyone could bear.

"For a 15-year-old boy to have such momentum, it must be innate."

"It seems that Chen Jin was born for this table tennis arena."

Lin Gaoyuan took a deep breath and exhaled to relieve the tension and pressure in his heart, "No matter whether we win or lose, just enjoy the game."

"If you win, you make a lot of money; if you lose, you don't lose anything."

Toss a coin and guess who will go first.

Chen Jin got the serve in the first game.

Two minutes of pre-match sparring.

Warm-up is over.

Lin Gaoyuan walked forward and touched the table.

My palms are full of sweat.

"Whoo~"

Lin Gaoyuan breathed evenly, bent down, and stared at Chen Jin with sharp eyes.

Suddenly, the whole place fell silent.

"Da da da, da da da..."

You can still hear the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the table.

In the palm of your left hand, lightly hold the silver ball.

Keep your arms against the edge of the table and your palms outside the end line.

Two seconds of silence.

Chen Jin pushed his feet and exerted force with his legs.

While throwing the ball upward, turn your body and draw the racket backward to accumulate power.

Wait for the ball to fall in front of you.

The waist and hips drive the arms, and the arms pull the racket.

Fingers and wrists, accelerate friction.

laugh!
The ping-pong ball, with a strong sideways spin, almost stuck to the net and flew lightly towards Lin Gaoyuan's forehand position.

When Chen Jin hit the ball, Lin Gaoyuan was already taking small steps, ready to go.

Predict the landing point and take a step forward.

Move the paddle slightly to one side to offset the rotation of the incoming ball, and push your arm forward lightly.

Return to Chen Jin's left half of the table.

Chen Jin was well prepared. He turned his waist to accumulate strength, bend his wrist inward, and placed the racket on his left waist.

Facing the incoming ball, he threw it backhand.

"Snapped!"

The sound of hitting the ball is like tearing silk.

The force penetrates the bottom plate.

The ping-pong ball suddenly turned into a powerful thunder, tearing through the void and rushing towards Lin Gaoyuan's backhand baseline.

No one can describe the power of this ball, and no one can describe the speed of this ball.

Only two words can describe Lin Gaoyuan's mood at this moment.

"Fuck!"

Lin Gaoyuan hasn't reacted yet.

whoosh-

A white shadow flashed by, difficult to see with the naked eye.

Lin Gaoyuan glanced back and saw the ping-pong ball hit the advertising board behind him hard, and after landing, it continued to spin and roll.

"General draws his sword?!"

Lin Gaoyuan's pupils trembled, and he looked at Chen Jin, "Isn't this my move?"

In the last shot, Chen Jin's backhand burst was clearly Lin Gaoyuan's famous skill - the general draws the sword!
However, Lin Gaoyuan's real body has not yet been used.

But it was first used by Chen Jin.

"You're going to use my moves to hit me right away?"

Lin Gaoyuan frowned slightly, "Is this a show of force for me?"

Looking up, I saw Chen Jin raising his hand to indicate that the ball just now had a little white edge.

However, in Lin Gaoyuan's opinion, Chen Jin's action was clearly saying, "Brother Yuan, your general's sword is really useful!"

(End of this chapter)