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

Chapter 30 [030] Chen Jin Da Shen Prisoner of War Camp
Game three.

Chen Jin versus Ding Xiaowei.

There was no miracle, nor any suspense. Even though Ding Xiaowei changed the rubber, he was still no match for Chen Jin.

The score was 2:0 and Ding Xiaowei was defeated miserably.

Having been brutally abused by Chen Jin twice in one day, Ding Xiaowei had already become numb.

There is even a kind of calmness that says, "Come on, I'm lying down completely, you move on your own."

Not at all as depressing as I was this morning.

but.

When it came to the fifth game, when I was about to play against Chen Zihan.

Ding Xiaowei was instantly revived with full health and high morale.

The match with Chen Zihan was also very exciting.

Ding Xiaowei had an excellent touch, and he became more and more courageous as the battle went on. He was unstoppable and unstoppable.

It seemed as if he wanted to completely release all the frustration and energy in his heart onto Chen Zihan.

Chen Zihan was beaten back repeatedly and finally surrendered.

In the end, Ding Xiaowei defeated Chen Zihan with a big score of 2:0.

When this game is over.

The advancement situation of the five groups has become clear.

Chen Jin and Ding Xiaowei each scored two points and advanced directly to the next round.

This means that Chen Zihan and Anyang have come to an end.

The two were quite calm about this.

The last one.

During the warm-up before the game, Anyang's face turned red and he hesitated for a while before he mustered up the courage to walk up to Chen Jin.

"Master Chen Jin, that..."

Anyang spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "You won't go easy on me just because you've already been confirmed to advance, right?"

"Do you want me to let go or not?"

Chen Jin smiled.

"Don't let it go."

Anyang said seriously, "I want to know how long I can hold out against your full force."

"it is good."

Ten minutes later, the game was over.

Anyang had his head shaved bald by Chen Jin for two consecutive games.

However, there was no trace of frustration or dejection on Anyang's face, instead his eyes became even more determined.

"It turns out that the gap between me and the masters is so big."

Anyang clenched his fists and said, "After we go back, we have to train harder."

All six games in the fifth group of the second round have been played.

The points ranking is as follows.

Chen Jin, three points.

Ding Xiaowei, two points.

Anyang, one point.

Chen Zihan, zero.

When Anyang and Chen Zihan were packing up and preparing to leave.

Ouyang Liangqin and Qin Wenjie came over with a smile, stretched out their hands, and said enthusiastically: "Welcome to join the prisoner-of-war camp of Master Chen Jin."

"I'm Prisoner 1."

Qin Wenjie patted his chest, his brows beaming with joy, his face full of pride and pride.

"I'm Prisoner 2."

Ouyang Liangqin was equally delighted. He was not ashamed but proud of it.

Anyang: “…”

Chen Zihan: “…”

It was almost five in the afternoon.

All the matches of the sixteen groups in the second round of the men's team's round-robin tournament have finally been completed.

"Brother Jin, hey——"

As soon as he saw Chen Jin, Zhang Jiahao let out a long sigh, "I really lost to that immovable stone tiger."

"Well, I watched your match, and you didn't lose unfairly."

Chen Jin nodded.

"Please give me some pointers, foster father."

Zhang Jiahao clasped his fists and said, "I'm afraid I'll draw him again in the next draw."

After two rounds of round-robin matches, more than half of the original 64 contestants were eliminated.

The remaining ones, except for a few BTs, are of similar strength and relatively balanced.

Moreover, the fewer the number of people, the greater the probability of being drawn into the same group.

Zhang Jiahao was worried that if his luck was bad, he would be drawn into the same group with Shu Sanhu again, just like Ding Xiaowei.

If there are no adjustments in skills and tactics in the two encounters, it is very likely that they will lose again.

Failure is secondary. The key is the blow to confidence.

The later the rounds of the competition, the more it tests not only hard power but also confidence and mentality.

"fine."

Chen Jin patted Zhang Jiahao on the shoulder and said, "I'll practice more with you before the game tonight."

"Godfather..." Zhang Jiahao's eyes were full of affection. "No more words. Before going to bed tonight, I will definitely find a better mobile website to reward you."

"roll!"

Twenty minutes later.

The third round of drawing begins.

"Cao Mengcao."

"Cao Mengcao, Group 2."

……

"Next, Chen Jin."

"Chen Jin, Group 4."

……

"Next, Ding Xiaowei."

"Ding Xiaowei,???"

Li Qian was suddenly stuck and thought he had seen it wrong.

He took the note from Ding Xiaowei's hand and checked it again carefully.

The expression on his face was extremely wonderful.

He looked up at Ding Xiaowei, but saw that Ding Xiaowei had a bitter smile on his face, and seemed to have given up struggling already.

Tired, destroy it!

This scene caught the eyes of everyone present.

The discussion started again.

"Fuck, Ding Xiaowei couldn't have been drawn into group four, and would he be in the same group with Chen Jin again?"

"If that's true, then this guy's luck is simply unbeatable."

"If I were Ding Xiaowei, I would probably want to die."

……

Li Qian gave a bitter smile and announced, "Ding Xiaowei, Group 4."

After these words were spoken, everyone at the scene could no longer hold back.

"Fuck, it's really Group 4. They were sent to prison three times. Who can stand this?"

"I watched Chen Jin's match before, it was really cruel. Being in a group with Chen Jin really... shattered my heart."

"This luck is invincible."

"The key is that Ding Xiaowei is always in the same group with Chen Jin, and he always advances. Is it because the other opponents are too weak, or is this guy really good?"

"I just watched the match between Ding Xiaowei and Chen Zihan. They are really talented."

"Even after being beaten twice by Chen Jin, his Dao heart was not broken. That's amazing."

……

In the midst of everyone's discussion.

Ding Xiaowei returned to the crowd with the sign in his hand, like a zombie.

Many people looked at him with sympathy.

Chen Jin was not sure about this.

After drawing lots.

In addition to Chen Jin and Ding Xiaowei, the other two players in the four groups are Wang Chao and Xu Yongsheng.

Zhang Jiahao was selected into a group.

I have to say, this guy is pretty lucky.

He neither met Xie Mingyang nor was he in the same group with Shu Sanhu.

Instead, Xie Mingyang and Shu Sanhu met in Group 8.

The third round of the round-robin match will start at 8 pm.

The draw is over.

The four people from "God Chen Jin's Prisoner-of-War Camp" took the initiative to invite Chen Jin and Ding Xiaowei to go to the cafeteria for dinner together.

After dinner.

We returned to the dormitory, took out our phones, and added each other’s contact information.

Rest for half an hour.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao went to the training hall.

Like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, Chen Jin crushed Ding Xiaowei and others without any suspense and advanced to the next round as the first in the group.

Afterwards, he strolled around the training hall and watched the competitions of other groups.

It didn't take long.

Table number eight was suddenly surrounded by people, leaving no one behind.

"Master Chen Jin, come here quickly."

Ouyang Liangqin and others took a good seat and waved to Chen Jin from afar, "Xie Mingyang vs. Shu Sanhu."

Chen Jin's heart moved slightly, and he quickly stepped forward, squeezed into the crowd, and came to the front row.

Looking up, Xie Mingyang was standing opposite me.

At this time, Xie Mingyang was practicing with Shu Sanhu before the game.

As he turned his eyes, he inadvertently saw Chen Jin smiling in the crowd.

"He came to watch my game too?"

Xie Mingyang raised an eyebrow.

I couldn't help myself and increased the power of my forehand bursts during practice.

(End of this chapter)