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

Chapter 3 [003] Are you the one who plays the straight-blade game?

Enter the training hall.

Facing us is a long red wall covered with photos.

Rong Guotuan, Qiu Zhonghui, Zhuang Zedong, Deng Yaping, Liu Guoliang, Kong Linghui, Wang Liqin, Ma Lin, Wang Hao, Zhang Jike, Ma Long, Xu Xin, Fan Zhendong...

All the people in the photos were once prominent figures in the world of table tennis.

It is them, the national table tennis players who have passed down the tradition from generation to generation, who have used their talent, diligence, sweat, hard work, and the belief in winning glory for the country, even at the cost of sacrificing their own bodies, to forge the national table tennis team's current dominance as the world's hegemon.

Standing in front of this photo wall, looking at those frozen pictures of winning championships and holding trophies.

An inexplicable feeling of blood boiling in my heart.

Chen Jin felt as if something was blocking his throat, and his eyes flickered.

"Just wait and see. Sooner or later, my photo and name, Zhang Jiahao, will also be hung here."

Zhang Jiahao was also deeply moved and his eyes were filled with tears.

At this moment.

A male voice with a hint of surprise came from not far away.

"Coach Wu, why are you here too?"

Turn around and look.

But I saw a tall middle-aged man in a suit and tie, with his back straight, followed by two men and two women, walking quickly towards me.

Seeing one of the young men, Zhang Jiahao raised his eyebrows and his expression changed slightly.

"vigorously?"

Coach Wu was pleasantly surprised, "Didn't you go to the Olympics with the team? You're back so soon?"

The tall and thin man in front of him was none other than Wang Liqin, one of the “Two Wangs and One Ma”.

Today, Wang Liqin is no longer in the national team.

Instead, he became the director of the Magic City Competitive Sports Training Management Center.

The photos that were originally hung on the wall of honor suddenly turned into real people and appeared before people's eyes, giving people a mysterious feeling.

"I just came back with the main force yesterday."

Wang Liqin said with a smile.

"You just got back yesterday, and you're leading the team to the tryouts today?"

Although Coach Wu and Wang Liqin have not seen each other for many years, when they chat, they still feel the same as they did back then.

Easygoing and cozy.

"After the meeting, I happened to be in Beijing, so I came over to take a look."

Wang Liqin looked at Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao and said, "These two should be your new disciples, Master Wu, right?"

"Chen Jin, Zhang Jiahao."

Coach Wu introduced, "Director Wang is your senior. You should learn more from him in the future."

"Director Wang."

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao greeted in unison.

As we all know, Wang Liqin was the main force in the "Two Wangs and One Ma" era.

Together with Wang Hao and Ma Lin, he dominated the world table tennis scene for two Olympic cycles.

Unfortunately.

The two kings and one horse restrained each other, and in the end no one was able to achieve the Grand Slam.

However, this does not affect the status of "Two Kings and One Horse" in the hearts of fans.

Wang Liqin's terrifying forehand is still talked about by many fans.

"Good good."

Wang Liqin always had a smile on his face.

"These two guys are your favorite students, right?"

Coach Wu turned his gaze and fell on the two young men behind Wang Liqin.

"A disciple of Coach Gao from our team."

Wang Liqin smiled and said, "Xie Mingyang, he just won the National Youth Championship."

National Youth Championship champion?
Chen Jin took a look at the young man named "Xie Mingyang" and suddenly realized.

It turns out that this young man was the one who defeated Zhang Jiahao 4:0 in the championship!
No wonder Zhang Jiahao looked so unnatural when he saw him just now.

It turns out that the two are old acquaintances.

"good."

Coach Wu commented with a smile.

At this moment.

Xie Mingyang suddenly said, "Director Wang, I recognize him."

As he said this, he pointed at Zhang Jiahao.

"He was the runner-up who was defeated 4-0 by me in the tournament."

Being pointed out to his face.

Zhang Jiahao's face suddenly turned red and he wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

The atmosphere at the scene also became a little awkward.

"Cough cough."

Wang Liqin laughed dryly and said, "Mr. Wu, there will be more and more people coming later. I'm afraid I won't be able to get a spot for practice if I'm late."

"Yeah."

Coach Wu nodded.

While chatting, the two quickened their pace and walked towards the training ground.

on the road.

Glancing fiercely at Xie Mingyang, Zhang Jiahao said in a low voice with hatred in his heart, "Brother Jin, I can't hold back this anger anymore. I have to get it out."

"Go fight him one-on-one and beat him up."

"No."

"why?"

"I can't beat him."

"What the hell are you talking about! You are not as skilled as others, so you can only hold back your anger."

"Brother Jin, you and I are like brothers... no, we are like father and son."

Zhang Jiahao gnashed his teeth and said, "As long as you can help me beat this kid, I will acknowledge him as my father."

"Take the thief as your father?"

Chen Jin glared at him, "Is this your attitude when asking for help?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to be your foster father."

Zhang Jiahao clasped his fists.

"Get lost, you bastard!"

While talking.

Everyone walked into the training ground.

As expected of the national table tennis training hall, the venue is extremely spacious, more than three times larger than that of the S Province team.

The sound of the balls hitting the balls resounded throughout the stadium, just like the sound of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, which was particularly deafening. The Paris trip had just ended, and a new round of Olympic cycle had already begun.

On the men's table tennis side, the absolute main players such as Team Long, Xiaopang, and Datou need to recuperate for a period of time and adjust their condition after returning from the battle.

The young players train hard, participate actively in competitions, and seize power.

Therefore, the atmosphere on the scene was extremely hot.

Coach Wu stood on the periphery, looked around, remained silent for a long time, and his eyes were a little cloudy.

After many years, I returned to this familiar yet unfamiliar training hall.

Memories of the past came flooding back like a tide, overwhelming and out of control.

Coach Wu took a deep breath, calmed down, and said to Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, "Go and occupy a table first, practice a little, and get used to the venue."

"Yes."

In a blink of an eye, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao found an empty pool table.

The two exchanged glances, as if they had a telepathic connection, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"That one!"

The two said in unison.

However, the direction of the fingers is completely different.

Chen Jin: "..."

Zhang Jiahao: “…”

Hey, after being teammates for two and a half years, can we still have some tacit understanding?
Zhang Jiahao insisted: "The table I chose has brighter lights."

"hehe."

Chen Jin sneered twice.

At the moment, I didn't argue with him too much.

He just said calmly: "Double Kill."

"Ow~"

Zhang Jiahao immediately gave in and bowed slightly, "Everything will be subject to my foster father's arrangements."

"good."

The two men carried their bags and walked towards the pool table.

the other side.

Wang Liqin also asked Xie Mingyang and others to find a seat to practice.

He himself continued to chat and reminisce with Coach Wu.

"Hey!"

Chen Jingang walked towards the pool table and was about to put down his backpack when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

Turn around and look.

But Xie Mingyang came forward and asked, "Are you the one who plays the straight-blade?"

"what?"

Chen Jin was slightly stunned.

This was the first time he and Xie Mingyang met.

Before this, the two had never met, let alone fought.

During these two and a half years, he has been training hard and has not participated in any competitions.

Unknown in the circle.

In fact, he is not as famous as Zhang Jiahao.

But how does the other party know that I am straight?
As smart as Chen Jin was, he quickly thought of a possibility and glanced at Zhang Jiahao next to him.

Zhang Jiahao pretended to pack his things, muttering: "Where's my racket? Where's my towel? Where's my basketball bottle?"

You're just a fucking treasure!

After complaining in his heart, Chen Jin looked at Xie Mingyang and smiled: "Yes."

"very good."

Xie Mingyang took off his backpack and said, "I heard you're pretty good? Let's play two games?"

"forget it."

Chen Jin politely declined, "I just got off the plane and I'm not feeling well."

"Lots of excuses."

Xie Mingyang sneered, "I think you just don't dare."

Without waiting for Chen Jin to speak.

Zhang Jiahao couldn't help but interrupt: "Why rush? There will be plenty of opportunities later."

"Look at my godfather...ah, look at how my brother Jin tortures you."

After all, he is young and energetic.

For a while, there was a lot of tension between the two sides.

"it is good."

Glancing disdainfully at Zhang Jiahao, the defeated opponent who was killed by him twice, Xie Mingyang raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll wait for you."

That’s all.

He threw away his backpack and walked away proudly.

Looking at Xie Mingyang's arrogant back, Zhang Jiahao's eyes were filled with anger, and he spit on the ground: "Why are you so arrogant? I will beat you to death sooner or later!"

"what's the situation?"

Chen Jin asked knowingly, "Why does he seem to know me?"

"I mentioned you to him at the Youth Championship."

"How did you bring that up?"

"I couldn't stand his arrogance after winning the championship, so in order to dampen his arrogance, I told him, if it weren't for our brother Jin's success, would it be your turn to win the championship?"

Zhang Jiahao said angrily, “I guess this guy is a Scorpio and he holds a grudge against him.”

"Can you please not involve me in your feud?"

Chen Jin was dissatisfied.

"Who told you to be my godfather?"

Zhang Jiahao chuckled, his face full of cunning, "It is only natural for a son to avenge his father's grievances."

"You should have accepted the challenge just now and put a stop to that kid's arrogance."

"With your strength, foster father, even if you are at low health, you can still beat that kid."

Chen Jin took out the racket, peeled off the protective film, blew on it, and wiped it gently.

"I was worried that he had just got off the plane and was not in good condition, so it was unfair for him to win."

Chen Jin said calmly.

"Godfather, you are worthy of me!"

Zhang Jiahao gave a thumbs up, "I like your shameless confidence."

Talking and laughing.

The two men stood on each side, right straight and left horizontal, and started practicing tacitly.

(End of this chapter)