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

Chapter 280 The MVP of the First Match: The Referee!
2: 4.

Winning that last point greatly boosted Wang Chuqin's morale.

However, he did not let this go to his head.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to wipe away sweat midway through the game, he kept thinking about the next tactics and strategies.

We're still behind in the score, how can we let our guard down?
"According to Chen Jin's playing style, he is very aggressive in attack, whether it's forehand or backhand. So why did he only defend and not attack on that last ball?"

Wang Chuqin thought to himself, "After he stepped back from the table, he clearly wanted to counter-attack, but the ball didn't clear the net..."

"Could it be because the racket lacks power?"

"Correct!"

"That must be it!"

"No wonder I felt there was something wrong with the trajectory of Chen Jin's backhand topspin from mid-to-long range just now; it must be because he lacked power."

Thinking of this, Wang Chuqin's eyes suddenly lit up. "If the backhand strength is insufficient, then Chen Jin's biggest fear is retreating from the table."

"So on the backhand side, he has to use close-to-the-table fast attack."

"The most dangerous thing near the table is topspin. I use spin to suppress his backhand and force him to retreat from the table!"

The decision has been made.

Wang Chuqin felt he had finally found a way to defeat Chen Jin, and his spirits soared.

He glanced at Chen Jin and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "I will break your invincible record today!"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, like the gleam of a sword.

Back on the field.

Wang Chuqin held the ping-pong ball in his hand, blew on it, turned his head to the side, glanced at Chen Jin, and saw that he was already ready to receive the serve.

"Da da da……"

He stuck out his butt and tossed the ball high into the air.

Another hook serve.

Chen Jin frowned inwardly: "No wonder they call you Big Head. Big head, big head, you don't have to worry about covering up."

Inside the table, fake tosses, obstructions... all the illegal actions of serving can be combined into one move.

It's like the Overlord, a super weapon that combines more than a dozen killing weapons into one, which is quite a feat for Wang Chuqin.

As we all know, the key to receiving a serve lies in judging the spin.

But now, the serve is completely covered up.

Forget about judging the spin, Chen Jin didn't even know where the ball came from.

Even so, Chen Jin remained focused, watching Wang Chuqin's serve intently, hoping to glean some clues.

Sudden.

The ping-pong ball flew out from under Wang Chuqin's chin with a whoosh.

Left with no other option, Chen Jin had to try to reduce his strengths.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chuqin's serve was a strong backspin.

The moment the ball touched the racket face, it slipped and sank sharply downwards.

Chen Jin ate and then went offline.

"grass!"

If Chen Jin hadn't been so good-natured, Moregard and the others would have already cursed on the spot.

In addition, Wang Hao's pre-match reminder helped him calm down.

In contrast, Wang Chuqin remained expressionless and reached out to touch the table tennis table.

"I go!"

Xu Xin and Cheng Jingqi exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes. "In the first game so far, Wang Chuqin has only served three balls, but Chen Jin has already won two."

It's worth noting that before this, Chen Jin had almost never lost a serve to any other player.

This time, however, Wang Chuqin got a real taste of his own medicine.

"Uh, all I can say is..."

Cheng Jingqi scratched his head, hesitated, and finally gave a wry smile, "Da Tou's serve is indeed good."

"Indeed, it's absolutely amazing."

Xu Xin pretended to clap his hands slowly, "Let's see how Chen Jin breaks Chen Jin's serve next."

"Or Chen Jin could just stand on the right side of the table when receiving serves."

This statement came out.

Cheng Jingqi was immediately startled: "Brother Xin, who stands like that to receive a serve? You're not implying something, are you?"

"No."

Xu Xin straightened his collar and said in a serious tone, "I am a permanently neutral country."

"Switzerland, right?"

Cheng Jingqi muttered a complaint under his breath.

"However, as I said before, on the court, as long as the referee doesn't call a foul and the opponent doesn't complain, it's a good serve."

Xu Xin interlaced his fingers, propped his elbows on the table, and stared directly at the screen.

That's when.

Wang Chuqin serves again.

Still hooking the hand.

The ping-pong ball had just flown over the net and landed on Chen Jin's side of the table.

Suddenly, the referee raised his right hand.

He was also holding a yellow card in his hand.

Wang Chuqin was stunned.

He stared blankly at the referee, spread his hands, and looked on with a face full of grievance and innocence.

“Wang”.

The referee said, "Move your arm."

He's a repeat offender... oops, he's a veteran who's been competing for many years, so how could Wang Chuqin not understand what the referee meant?

"OK."

Wang Chuqin nodded.

The hook hand was immediately discontinued.

Instead, they switched back to their normal serving method.

"Wow, did I get proven wrong so quickly?"

Xu Xin cupped his face in his hands, "I just said the referee didn't make a call, and then the call came."

"It's all my fault for having such a bad mouth, it ruined everything for Da Tou."

"I apologize, I'm sorry."

"I hope I won't end up trending on social media."

The words were not finished.

Countless comments flooded Xuperman's live stream.

"Brother Xin, your words are not clear at all, I don't understand them at all."

"Justice prevails, that's what a truly good referee does."

"Could it be that we'll never see this beautiful referee again?"

"TZM often defends himself, but the referee didn't call a problem with Chu Sheng's serve? Come out and say something, keep yelling."

"Protect the referee! Protect Xu Xin!"

"Unfortunately, the dice still covered the point, and Chen Jin's racket had a problem."

"Hopefully Chen Jin can hold on."

……

A yellow card is issued, and the ball is restarted.

This time, Chen Jin could finally see everything clearly.

With an extremely delicate touch, he set up an extremely tricky small triangle on the forehand side.

Wang Chuqin reacted extremely quickly, stepping forward, lowering his body, and flicking his wrist to execute a high loop.

This ball has an unusual spin, and its trajectory is low and flat, with a very shallow landing point.

If you rush in, you'll likely miss the shot.

Therefore, Chen Jin suppressed his racket position and used his backhand to defend against a shot down the middle.

This, however, gave Wang Chuqin time and opportunity to retaliate.

Wang Chuqin quickly recovered and then ripped a diagonal line with a backhand.

Chen Jin stood firmly on the platform, using the momentum to counterattack.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The two tore at each other faster and faster, with increasing force.

But neither side was willing to back down.

Because both of them knew very well that once they stepped down from the stage, they would inevitably be in a passive position.

more importantly.

The backhand shot is so fast that there's simply no way to apply much friction.

The best course of action now is to change course as soon as possible.

However, given the quality of Chen Jin's counter-attack, Wang Chuqin dared not easily switch to a diagonal angle.

It requires a higher level of control over the hands.

If you're not careful and lose control, it will go out of bounds.

Changing lanes to the middle is undoubtedly the best choice.

Not only did it change the landing point, it also blocked Chen Jin's position, forcing Chen Jin to reduce the quality of his return shot.

It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Thoughts flashed through.

Wang Chuqin moved with his hand, his paddle spinning as he guided the ball toward Chen Jin's center.

However, Chen Jin seemed to have anticipated that Wang Chuqin would change course.

Even his route was predicted in advance.

Chen Jin pushed off with his foot and suddenly turned to the side.

Seize the high point of the ball's launch, gather power in your right arm, and swing out with a forehand.

"Snapped!"

A powerful straight shot. The ping-pong ball, like a cannonball, slammed into Wang Chuqin's backhand.

"Fuck!"

Wang Chuqin was taken aback.

He really didn't expect that Chen Jin could switch to his forehand and unleash a powerful side-step attack under these circumstances.

He hurriedly held his racket horizontally in front of his chest, intending to block.

next second.

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball, hurtling towards him like a high-speed courier, crashed violently into Wang Chuqin's backhand racket.

The immense impact caused the red rubber to dent deeply instantly.

The rotational force, like a poison drill, instantly penetrates the sponge rubber and reaches the core of the blade.

Under the impact of this enormous force, the core of the board vibrated violently and almost shattered.

At the same time, Wang Chuqin leaned back and took two steps back before stopping.

The ping-pong ball had long since flown out of bounds.

5: 3.

"Wow!"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.

Immediately, there was thunderous applause.

From backhand rallies to side-step smashes, Chen Jin's reaction speed is simply incredible.

"Whoo~"

Wang Chuqin let out a long breath, which eased some of his shock. "Chen Jin's backhand speed at close range is no less than mine, and his transitions are also very fast, and his forehand is even stronger."

"If I had known this would happen, I should have tried harder and forced him to use his forehand corner."

"Although we lost that point, our tactical approach of using spin to suppress Chen Jin's backhand should have been correct."

"I should increase the spin to force Chen Jin to backhand down the table."

"Alternatively, we could try pressing down on the left and adjusting the right to prevent Chen Jin from gaining a firm footing and exerting his strength."

The next few balls.

Wang Chuqin's tactics were resolute and executed thoroughly.

Twist and pull in the opposite direction to increase rotation.

Attack with a backhand, maintain pressure.

4: 5.

6: 4.

5: 6.

7: 5.

6: 7.

8: 6.

……

After a fierce contest, the two were evenly matched.

However, Chen Jin maintained a two-point lead throughout the game.

Wang Chuqin's fans were already incredibly excited about this situation.

It's worth noting that Chen Jin has been winning almost all of his recent matches against top opponents.

In comparison, it's quite remarkable that Wang Chuqin was able to keep the score close.

How could we not let TZMs (Taiwanese online communities) boast about it?
"See that? It's only a two-point difference. Chen Jin is about to lose."

"Keep it up, Wang Chuqin! Stay calm!"

"The world's number one striker is truly something else. I believe Chen Taisun will soon be unable to withstand it."

"I thought Chen Taisun was so amazing, but it turns out he's only at this level... My teacher Chu Qin truly deserves to be called the world's number one backhand!"

soon.

The score was now 7-9.

The first set, a crucial point.

Wang Chuqin held the serve and secretly vowed, "I must win this game!"

If we can win the first game, our mindset for the rest of the game will be completely different.

Wang Chuqin gritted his teeth: "Let's play it safe and use our trump card."

Think about this.

Despite the pressure from the referee, Wang Chuqin decisively used a hook serve again.

"Another hook shot?"

Chen Jin's gaze darkened. "It's that time of year again when we have to guess what's going on."

"9:7...that should be considered a crucial point."

"The sudden switch to a hook shot at this point is definitely an attempt to gamble."

"If you really want to serve and attack, it's best to use topspin or no spin."

The thought flashed through my mind.

He saw the ping-pong ball suddenly fly out from under Wang Chuqin's chin and smash down towards his backhand side.

Without hesitation, Chen Jin leaped into the air, like a horse galloping through the air.

"Snapped!"

He leaped and delivered a powerful slam.

As expected, Wang Chuqin's hook serve was indeed topspin.

Chen Jin leaped forward and launched a powerful straight-line attack.

Before Wang Chuqin could react, the ping-pong ball had already hit him hard.

7: 10.

"Wow--"

The audience gasped in surprise once again.

In today's competitions, penhold grip is almost extinct.

The mainstream playing style involves either a flick or a push when receiving serves.

Highly visually stunning techniques like the flying smash are now rarely seen.

Now, it has been recreated in Chen Jin's hands.

How could it not be pleasing to the eye?
"What a flying explosive slam!"

After watching it, Liu Guoliang couldn't help but applaud and praise it, saying, "These movements, these postures... I see the shadow of a chef in Chen Jin?"

"Maybe it's because we were taught by the same master, so we're about the same."

Wang Hao laughed.

"That's right."

With a smile, Liu Guoliang said, "Having gotten used to the current twisting, pulling, fast tearing techniques, suddenly seeing a flying explosive throw can be quite surreal."

"Yes."

Wang Hao also had many feelings.

The flying slam is one of Marin's signature moves.

Since Marin's retirement, this signature move has rarely appeared on the competition field.

Apart from Xu Xin, who also uses a penhold grip, almost no one can replicate or reproduce this style.

As for the shakehand grip, although there are also flying topspins, they are clearly not as visually appealing or threatening as the penhold grip.

"That kid Chen Jin, I don't know how many masters he has 'stole'."

Liu Guoliang laughed.

"For someone his age to have such penhold grip skills, the only way to describe it is as 'extraordinary talent'."

At this point, Wang Hao turned to look at Liu Guoliang, seemingly casually, and muttered to himself, "I wonder if Chen Jin can set a record for 'youngest Grand Slam winner' just like Zhang Jike set the record for 'fastest Grand Slam winner in history'?"

"If Chen Jinzhen can set a record as the 'youngest Grand Slam winner in history,' the amount of hype and traffic it will generate is unimaginable."

Hear the words.

Liu Guoliang's brow twitched slightly: "The youngest Grand Slam winner in history? That does sound like quite a gimmick..."

As he pondered this...

At this moment.

A sudden chorus of boos broke Liu Guoliang's train of thought.

"what happened?"

Liu Guoliang suddenly came to his senses and looked up.

The score displayed on the screen was 11-7, indicating the outcome of the first game.

"So fast?"

Liu Guoliang was taken aback. "Did Wang Chuqin commit suicide?"

"No."

Wang Hao smiled wryly.

It turns out that Wang Chuqin was incorrigible; for the last ball, he still used a hook shot.

They thought they could get away with it.

Unexpectedly, he was given a yellow card by the referee as soon as he made the move.

He had already been warned once for his previous serve.

When a second offense is committed, the ball is no longer served again, but a point is awarded directly.

Even Chen Jin didn't expect that the last point of the first game would end with such a dramatic score.

Wang Chuqin's face turned ashen, and without uttering a word, he put down his racket and walked off the court.

For a while.

The hashtag #WangChuqinPunishmentPoints# has climbed to the top of the trending search list.

This has once again sparked heated discussions.

"Holy crap, where did this referee come from? So bold! How dare he call a fault on Pigeon's serve? Does he not want to work?"

"Where's TZM, the one who defended Chu Sheng's serve? Isn't he sick enough to come out and walk around?"

"In one game, Chen Jin actually lost two serves. It seems that Chen Jin is not immune to being blocked."

"Chu Sheng's previous technique has evolved to version 2.0. Even Mo Shen can't stop it, let alone Chen Jin."

"I hereby declare the MVP of this match to be: the referee!"

(End of this chapter)