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

Chapter 295 Your backhand is weak, your forehand is unrefined, and your footwork is loose. You still think you can beat me?

The following afternoon, at 1 p.m.

The lights in the gymnasium poured down, illuminating the four ping-pong tables placed in the center of the court, making them brightly lit and revealing every detail.

The U19 team competition consists of four matches, played simultaneously.

The Chinese team was scheduled to play against the Romanian team at table number three.

The stands were almost empty, with only a few dozen people scattered around.

Most of them were local Chinese and table tennis enthusiasts.

Chen Jin and the others had already entered the venue.

Just sat down.

Suddenly, a childish voice came from the right side of the stands, shouting in broken Chinese: "Chen Jin, go for it!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jin was taken aback.

Looking back.

In a dimly lit corner, a blond boy was standing on tiptoe, leaning on the railing, holding a small red flag in his hand.

"It's him……"

Chen Jin recognized him at a glance.

During the last Montpellier Championship match, he had a little fan sign his stomach.

Unexpectedly, we met again in Sweden.

With a smile, Chen Jin raised his right hand and gave the little boy a thumbs up.

Seeing this, the little boy became even more excited, waving his little red flag vigorously.

Her little face turned bright red.

The game is about to begin.

The first match is between Xie Mingyang and Andre Istras.

As an off-field coach, Li Qian attached great importance to this World Youth Championship. Therefore, before the competition, he took advantage of the free time while stranded at the airport to watch many matches and put in a lot of effort.

They even made many analytical notes about their opponents.

Now that he has been promoted to a first-team coach, how could he be as lazy as before?

Moreover, he has a highly regarded and formidable general like Chen Jin under his command.

If I lead the team to a loss, I'll be drowned in public opinion.

“I watched the WTT Doha tournament last year and the Oman Challenge last month. I found that Andre, like other European players, has a strong backhand.”

Li Qian took out his phone, opened the memo app, which was filled with notes: "But his forehand is unstable and his mid-court game is not delicate, so when playing against him, attacking his forehand and controlling his mid-court game will be a piece of cake for you."

Xie Mingyang listened quietly without interrupting.

Having worked together several times, he trusted Li Qian's tactical arrangements.

Moreover, he had watched Andre's previous matches, and his technical characteristics were indeed as Li Qian had described.

What reassured Xie Mingyang even more was that Chen Jin, as a teammate, was present.

Even if he doesn't trust Li Qian, how could he possibly doubt Chen Jin?
After explaining the opponent's analysis and tactical arrangements in one go, Li Qian licked his slightly dry lips and looked at Xie Mingyang: "What are your own thoughts?"

After a moment's hesitation, Xie Mingyang's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

At this moment, Chen Jin, who was standing next to Xie Mingyang, saw through Xie Mingyang's thoughts and smiled slightly, saying, "You want to fight Andrei head-on?"

"good."

Xie Mingyang looked at Chen Jin with a look that said, "You understand me best."

"Let's test Andrei's strength first, and then secure the first game steadily."

Chen Jin laughed and said, "It's not too late to go for a backhand attack in the second game."

"clear."

Xie Mingyang turned his head and glanced at his opponent next door.

His expression was cold, and his gaze was sharp.

Having experienced the Lima Challenger, the BJ Grand Slam, and the Montpellier Championship, his strength is now vastly different.

Recently, I have been sparring with Chen Jin frequently, and with my own talent and hard work, my mentality and tactics have improved by leaps and bounds.

His experience in competitions has made him increasingly adept.

Moreover, Andrei's weakness in his forehand is too obvious.

Xie Mingyang was confident that he would be able to defeat them in one fell swoop.

“Time!”

As the referee reminded him.

After exchanging high-fives with Li Qian and Chen Jin, Xie Mingyang, holding a towel, turned and walked towards the arena, his back as straight as a pine tree.

First game, 0:0.

Xie Mingyang serves.

Since it was their first encounter, neither side was quite clear about the other's strength.

Therefore, the first few balls were mostly probes.

A slight tremor of the wrist.

A very short sidespin serve was sent towards Andre's forehand corner.

Andrei tried to break the short.

The control was slightly poor, the arc was a bit too long, and it was only half-set up on stage.

Xie Mingyang launched a powerful attack, striking straight down the line.

"Snapped!"

The ball flew like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it had already pierced Andre's forehand corner.

1: 0.

Second serve.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

Andrei still wanted to continue playing short.

The results are self-evident.

"Snapped!"

Xie Mingyang launched a fierce attack.

Before Andrei could react and retreat to defend, the ping-pong ball had already hit him hard.

0: 2.

These two points were won too easily and casually.

Xie Mingyang frowned, wondering, "Is this guy even a professional player?"

Switch sides and serve.

Andre served a backhand side-short serve.

Xie Mingyang twisted through the straight line.

0: 3.

Andrei was completely bewildered: "What's going on? What happened? Where am I?"

"Andre!"

The coach shouted anxiously from behind, "Pay attention, focus on the forehand!" Unfortunately, Xie Mingyang resolutely executed the tactics, keeping a close eye on Andre's forehand, and launched a fierce attack with all his might.

With strength like Pangu creating heaven and earth, and momentum like thunder shaking the nine provinces, how could Andrei possibly withstand it?

Completely outmatched by Xie Mingyang, Andrei looked at the cold-blooded young man opposite him with a sense of despair: "Besides Chen Jin, the other players on the Chinese team are also this fierce!"

11: 2.

In just six minutes, Xie Mingyang had already taken the first game and won the first round.

"It's boring."

Back on the sidelines, Xie Mingyang sighed, looking utterly bored.

After finishing a match, I hadn't even broken a sweat.

"His forehand is really too weak."

Xie Mingyang shook his head, his tone tinged with disappointment, "I'll try his backhand in the second game."

"it is good."

Li Qian smiled.

Seeing Xie Mingyang's crushing victory in the first game, the previously anxious heart finally relaxed completely.

Knowing that the two were of vastly different strengths, even if Xie Mingyang was just playing around, Andrei was definitely no match for Xie Mingyang.

Therefore, they trusted Xie Mingyang to use the competition as a form of training.

In the second game.

Xie Mingyang braced himself, preparing to engage Andrei in a bayonet charge.

0: 1.

2: 0.

3: 0.

0: 4.

0: 5.

……

Xie Mingyang then realized that Andrei's so-called "relatively outstanding" backhand ability was nothing special.

"Compared to Chen Jin's backhand, it is far inferior in both power and speed."

Xie Mingyang frowned, utterly disappointed. "And I took it so seriously."

"Ugh, this is so boring."

Next.

Xie Mingyang no longer harbored any intention to test the waters, and began swinging his arms left and right with both forehand and backhand.

The delicate control and fierce attack made Andrei complain: "Brother, we have no grudges against each other, please go easy on me."

Xie Mingyang was as cold and indifferent as a ruthless killer; every shot he hit was filled with murderous intent.

"Your backhand is weak, your forehand is poor, your footwork is loose, your reactions are slow, and not a single movement is decent. With your skills, you think you can beat me?"

11: 3.

As Xie Mingyang won easily, his disappointment grew stronger.

In contrast, Andrei's face was deathly pale.

In this game, he clearly sensed that Xie Mingyang was intentionally trying to outmaneuver him with his backhand.

However, his best backhand technique became a sieve in front of Xie Mingyang.

Strength, speed, spin... Xie Mingyang completely overwhelmed him.

"too strong."

Andrei, towel in hand and head bowed, walked toward the coach's bench, his eyes already somewhat unfocused. "How can he be so strong..."

"I have absolutely no chance of winning."

In fact, Coach Andre was well aware that there was a significant difference in ability between Andre and Xie Mingyang.

But what can he do?
Only through encouragement and hard work can Andrei regain his confidence.

The problem is that, under such overwhelming power, even with Naruto-like persuasive abilities, it was difficult to rouse Andre's spirits.

The third round.

It has completely become Xie Mingyang's personal show.

Sometimes, he would use delicate short balls to outmaneuver his opponents.

Sometimes he would smash through the defense with a powerful forehand topspin.

The final score was 11-0.

Xie Mingyang won three straight games, defeating Andrei 3-0.

In the final game, he didn't even give his opponent a chance, completely dominating him.

Andrei was completely stunned, and wanted nothing more than to slam his racket to the ground and yell, "To hell with ping pong!"

What's most shocking is that this young man isn't even the strongest player on the Chinese team.

It's hard to imagine just how terrifying Chen Jin's strength will be!
The game is over.

Xie Mingyang gently wiped the racket, as if a swordsman were wiping away blood before sheathing it.

A hint of loneliness flashed across his brow.

He glanced up at Andrei.

"You're too weak. You've already fallen before I've even exerted my full strength."

Xie Mingyang sighed inwardly, "In this World Youth Championship, only Chen Jin is worthy of being my opponent."

The moment I thought of Chen Jin.

A slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips, and his once cold eyes now held a hint of anticipation and fervor.

Since the qualifying rounds, he has never faced Chen Jin on the field again.

The World Junior Championships singles event presents him with an excellent opportunity to face Chen Jin again.

The key point is that the two happen to be in different halves of the bracket.

They can only face each other in the final.

If we can defeat Chen Jin, we can win the World Junior Championship!
"I must seize this opportunity!"

Xie Mingyang's gaze darkened slightly, his heart filled with longing.

Covered in sweat and feeling utterly defeated, Andrei returned to the sidelines dejectedly.

Last night, on a whim, I switched places with Darius.

When he learned that Chen Jin was not the Chinese team's top singles player, he thought it was God's blessing and rejoiced: "Could it be that God has appeared and is helping me defeat the Chinese team?"

Surprisingly, even though the Chinese team changed its players, their top singles player is still incredibly strong.

It almost shattered Andrei's Dao heart.

"Andre."

Coach Andre patted Andre on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be discouraged, and don't give up. You should feel fortunate to be able to compete with such a master."

"I believe that through this defeat, you will rise from the ashes like a phoenix."

I listened quietly to the coach's encouragement and comfort.

Andrei didn't say anything, but he thought to himself, "It's easy to talk when you're standing."

"Coach, why don't you go up there and get thrashed for once?"

(End of this chapter)