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

Chapter 29 [029] Being the closest family member, receiving the most severe beating
The order of appearance is determined by rock-paper-scissors.

In the first game, Ding Xiaowei played against Anyang.

Chen Jin and Chen Zihan, one on the left and one on the right, stood behind Li Qian, like two Vajra guardians, watching the battle attentively.

This time, Chen Jin mainly observed and studied Anyang's playing style.

Anyang is 1.6 meters tall, weighs 160 pounds, and is very shy in private.

With a body shape like this, if it were an ordinary person, he would probably be out of breath and exhausted after climbing to the second floor.

However, Anyang was able to become a table tennis player for the provincial team.

In addition to proving that playing table tennis cannot help you lose weight, especially lose belly fat, Anyang's strength should not be underestimated.

At least you can't make a hasty judgment based on appearance alone.

Unsurprisingly.

As soon as Anyang stepped onto the field, his expression suddenly became serious and his eyes became sharp, as if he had suddenly become a different person.

His fat body did not affect his nimble steps.

His forehand and backhand transitions were extremely swift, and his reaction was quick, not inferior to Zhang Jiahao at all.

Moreover, with the advantage of his body shape, as long as Anyang stands firmly, he can rush forward with great force.

Most people can't stop it at all.

The only flaw is that Anyang made a lot of mistakes in handling the backspin high balls.

Whenever such an opportunity arises, the fat on Anyang's face will unconsciously move slightly.

In his haste to strike the opponent to death with one blow, he was a little nervous and his movements were a little deformed, resulting in frequent mistakes.

In addition, Chen Jin also keenly discovered a problem.

Anyang is very good at hitting topspin balls.

But when it comes to handling backspin balls, it seems a bit stretched.

All in all, Anyang’s style of play has obvious advantages, but its weaknesses are also exposed.

Let’s look at Ding Xiaowei.

After taking the advice, I changed to a long rubber with sponge, and my playing style was indeed much more aggressive than in the morning.

Although the rubber was changed, which is equivalent to a technical reform, fortunately, Ding Xiaowei has already mastered the characteristics of the long rubber playing style.

After just two or three hours of training, I have already figured out some tricks and have a glimpse of the way.

not to mention.

In addition to long rubber, Ding Xiaowei's anti-rubber attack is also very fierce.

Combined with one of his signature techniques - quick flipping of the board, he achieved a surprise victory.

Anyang was beaten so hard that he cried out in pain.

After drawing the lots, Anyang learned that his opponent had a long-rubber slice player. He even looked for a video online and studied it carefully, gaining a lot of insights.

Unexpectedly, once he got started, Ding Xiaowei suddenly changed his playing style.

Instead of focusing on cutting the ball, they transformed passive defense into active offense, which was beyond Anyang's expectations.

"Aren't you a chipper?"

"As a chopper, you didn't just retreat and chop the ball honestly, but actually fought with me mid- to close-range?"

"What's the difference between this and a fishmonger not going out to fish but reading Sun Tzu's Art of War?"

Anyang felt depressed.

After all, he and Ding Xiaowei both knew that there was a monster in the same group that was almost impossible to defeat.

From the moment the lots were drawn, it was already determined that there would be three people left in five groups, and they could only compete for one qualifying spot.

Therefore, this game is particularly crucial for both of them.

Whoever wins will take the initiative to advance.

In order to win the game, both of them tried their best and fought fiercely.

Fighting close to the table and pulling together in the middle table.

He made many brilliant offensive shots, attracting many people to watch.

There was an endless stream of applause and cheers.

"Anyang, chance ball, go for him... Oh, what a pity!"

"Ding Xiaowei, cut him, cut him, cut him... Good shot, beautiful!"

"Fuck, there were 23 balls in the middle and long distance... This little fat guy's ability to run all over the table is outrageous. Is he the ping-pong master of floating on water?"

"Isn't Ding Xiaowei's main player of long rubber slice? Why is his anti-rubber pull-up so terrible?"

"Nimma, this game is exciting and enjoyable to watch."

...Hearing more voices of applause and encouragement from the crowd, Ding Xiaowei felt his blood boiling and his spirits lifted.

The more you fight, the more skilled you become, and the more ferocious you become.

finally,
11: 9.

11: 7.

Ding Xiaowei won two straight sets with a score of 2:0 and took the first victory.

"Well played."

Anyang was sweating profusely, like a waterfall in the flood season, his face flushed, and he walked up to Ding Xiaowei and shook hands with him.

"Concession."

Ding Xiaowei turned around, looked at Chen Jin, and nodded.

Then, he gave a thumbs up to Ouyang Liangqin and Qin Wenjie who had been cheering him on from outside the venue.

"Ding Xiaowei, awesome (broken voice)!"

The two men held on to the baffle tightly, shook it hard, and shouted loudly with excitement on their faces.

Next.

It was the competition between Chen Jin and Chen Zihan.

Chen Jin moved around on the sidelines for a while, then tucked his jersey into his pants, lowered his head to tighten his belt, and then picked up the racket and went on the court.

"N301 blade, double backhand, forehand national madness, backhand butterfly D90C..."

"The base is Fan A, both sides are double backhand, forehand is Neo Blue Country, and backhand is also DO9C."

After listening to Chen Zihan's introduction, Chen Jin smiled slightly: "Brother Dong's configuration?"

"Brother Dong, my idol."

Chen Zihan straightened his chest.

Then, he hesitated for a moment.

"Master Chen Jin, we are both members of the Chen family. For the sake of Mr. Chen Hu, could you be a little gentler in this moment?"

"Besides, I just took your place, you wouldn't have the heart to beat me too hard, right?"

Take the blame for me?

Where did this begin?

Chen Jin smiled and said, "Don't worry, we have been a family for five hundred years. I will try to be more restrained."

"Brother! From now on, you are my half-brother."

Chen Zihan was overjoyed when he heard this, tears streaming down his face, "Brother, I won't say anything."

"After the competition, I will treat you to a barbecue. We must reminisce about the past and show everyone what it means to be one family with the surname Chen."

Chen Jin smiled: "Ah, yes, yes, everyone with the last name Chen is one family."

11: 0.

11: 1.

The two games took less than ten minutes in total.

Even the spectators outside the stadium, watching Chen Zihan being hit by Chen Jin's bar after bar, and even after two games, he hardly even touched the ball, could not help but feel a little distressed for Chen Zihan.

"Aren't both of them surnamed Chen? Shouldn't they have been one family five hundred years ago? Why did Chen Jin fight so hard, as if there was some deep hatred?"

"Hiss~ It's too cruel, too cruel. I can't stand it anymore."

"Luckily I was eliminated a long time ago and never had to fight with Chen Jin. Otherwise, I would have been crushed by him."

If the audience is like this, what about Chen Zihan, the person involved?
The whole person was numbed by Chen Jin's first three attacks.

Big pot, is this what you call “all the people with the surname Chen are one family”?
Being the closest family member, you receive the harshest beatings, right?

I tell you, don’t be too self-centered!

The post-match handshake.

Chen Zihan held Chen Jin's hand tightly and refused to let go. She had a sad face and eyes full of resentment, like a woman who had finally caught a heartless scumbag: "Didn't you say you would hold back when beating me? I trusted you so much, but you had the heart to deceive such an innocent boy?"

"I accepted it."

Chen Jin also looked aggrieved. He sighed and said, "I only used 70% of my usual strength. It's a pity that you still couldn't hold on."

Seven-tenths of power?

I trust your grandma's legs!

Bah, scumbag!

Chen Zihan was full of resentment.

(End of this chapter)