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

Chapter 276 Use your strength to break all shackles!
"really?"

Upon hearing Chen Jin's words, Wang Hao was overjoyed, feeling as if the situation had taken a dramatic turn for the better.

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded. "However, it's just a test racket."

At Xu Xin's request, Zhang Jiahao brought him a custom-made Xuperman racket for testing.

Chen Jin tried it once, then put it away and casually put it in his suitcase.

I never thought it might come in handy today.

"Testing the racket?"

Wang Hao frowned again. "Trying to test it is fine, something is better than nothing. Go and get it for testing right away."

"Yes."

Chen Jin didn't dare to delay and immediately ran away.

As Wang Hao watched Chen Jin's retreating figure, he heard Liu Guoliang's voice: "You found the racket, right?"

"Correct."

Wang Hao sighed, "Although it's just a test racket."

"Let's try it out."

Liu Guoliang said, "I'll go say hello first."

As a member of the "Three-Body" group in the world of table tennis, he naturally carries weight and authority in every aspect.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Hao held his phone, lost in thought.

Chen Jingang appeared at the training hall.

Anxious, Lin Shidong immediately stepped forward and asked, "How did the backup camera test go? Did it pass?"

"fine."

Chen Jin smiled slightly.

As he spoke, he took out the hotel room key card from his handbag.

About to leave.

Lin Shidong grabbed Chen Jin, his face ashen, and gritted his teeth, asking, "Did the test reveal something?"

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Chen Jin patted Lin Shidong on the shoulder, his smile unchanged, his gentle demeanor still present.

Find the team leader and explain the situation.

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the team leader made a quick decision, hailed a taxi, and returned to the hotel with Chen Jin.

Sure enough, I found the Xuperman test racket in the suitcase.

"Luckily I didn't throw it away."

Chen Jin secretly rejoiced.

Grabbing his racket, he rushed back to the gym without stopping.

Hand the racket to the staff for testing.

Another long wait.

Fortunately, this time the test went smoothly.

Chen Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems Xuperman is quite reliable after all."

"xuperman?"

Wang Hao took the racket, weighed it in his hand for a few moments, and asked, "A racket made by Xu Xin?"

"Correct."

Chen Jin didn't hide anything, "He wanted to sign me, so he gave me a newly developed racket from them so I could try it out."

How was the test run?

Wang Hao asked.

"My forehand is pretty good, no worse than my main racket."

Chen Jin said, "But his backhand is a bit weak, especially in the mid-to-long range. The arc is not good and the power is insufficient."

"Then try not to back off the table with your backhand, and play a fast attack close to the table."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Hao suggested, "If you really have to step back from the table, then use your forehand more often. With your speed and footwork, you shouldn't have any problems."

"clear."

Chen Jin nodded.

As Wang Hao said, different rackets have different performance characteristics, and the playing style can be adjusted accordingly.

After all, in a match, it's the player controlling the racket, not the racket controlling the player.

True strength lies in never complaining about one's circumstances, nor in making excuses for one's failures.

On his way back from the hotel, Chen Jin had already thought out the corresponding tactics and strategies.

"So what if the racket breaks? So what if the spare racket doesn't work?"

Chen Jin was full of confidence: "Isn't he just Wang Chuqin, the world's number one? Even if it's just a trial racket, can't I beat him?"

Looking at Chen Jin's confident expression, Wang Hao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, I held back.

"Chen Jin, keep it up!"

Wang Hao silently encouraged himself, "Use your strength to break all the shackles." "I believe you can do it!"

He had just returned to the training hall.

Lin Shidong immediately came forward, his face full of anxiety: "How is it?"

"nailed it."

Chen Jin smiled slightly.

"This...this isn't your spare racket."

Lin Shidong looked closely and immediately noticed something amiss.

He clearly remembered that Chen Jin's main and secondary rackets were both Double Happiness N301.

The racket Chen Jin was holding at that moment clearly had the word "xuperman" written on it.

"It's a long story."

Chen Jinwei shrugged. "Anyway, this racket will be my match racket for now."

"Brother Stone, practice with me for a while, let me try out this new racket."

Lin Shidong would never refuse, and immediately became Chen Jin's sparring partner.

During his previous test runs, Chen Jin had not fully grasped all the features of this racket.

This time, he must adapt as quickly as possible in order to perform at his best in the semifinals.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The crisp and loud sound of the ball hitting the ball immediately resounded throughout the entire training hall.

A powerful and explosive forehand shot.

I felt the impact of Chen Jin's forehand topspin, which was almost the same as in previous training sessions.

Lin Shidong, who had been on edge, finally relaxed a little: "This racket seems pretty good."

Shortly after, he switched to a backhand.

Close-to-the-table fast topspin, mid-to-long-range topspin... Lin Shidong, being such a master, immediately sensed something was wrong, and his heart sank: "There's a problem with the backhand; the power in the mid-to-long-range topspin is insufficient."

This means that Chen Jinzhong's advantage in long-range backhand shots will be greatly reduced during the match.

"What if Chen Jin loses to Wang Chuqin because of this? Wouldn't I become the sinner?"

Think of this.

A feeling of guilt rose up once again.

But the mistake has already been made, what can I do now?

Now, the only thing I can do is help Chen Jin adapt to this new racket as quickly as possible.

"May Goddess Mazu bless Chen Jin and help him win the semi-final."

Lin Shidong prayed silently in his heart.

After half an hour.

Staff came to inform them that the match between Lin Shidong and Zhang Benzhihe was about to begin, and the players went backstage to wait.

Lin Shidong then stopped sparring and started packing his things.

"Brother Stone".

Chen Jin, covered in sweat, stretched out his palm with a warm, faint smile on his lips, "Good luck in the competition."

See you in the finals.

The implication couldn't be clearer.

A touch of emotion flashed in Lin Shidong's eyes, and he gave Chen Jin a high five: "Keep it up!"

Accompanied by Liu Zhiqiang.

Lin Shidong left the training hall with his backpack slung over his shoulder.

Next, Chen Jin's sparring partner was changed to Lin Gaoyuan.

"On the eve of the match, my racket broke..."

Lin Gaoyuan chuckled softly, "This plot seems a bit familiar."

"However, a true master can make his opponent scream even if he only uses a slipper as a racket."

His words carried a hint of sarcasm.

Its meaning is extremely difficult to guess.

"I believe Brother Stone didn't do it on purpose."

Chen Jin said sincerely, "As for using slippers as rackets and achieving victory without using any moves, perhaps I can't do that yet."

"But the racket in my hand is not a slipper."

With Lin Shidong's sparring, he gained a better understanding of the performance of the racket in his hand.

The tactical arrangements are also clearer.

In the semi-final, what if his opponent is Wang Chuqin, whose form is gradually improving?
It's not like we haven't won before!

Once a precedent is set, there is plenty of time to look forward.

(End of this chapter)