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

Chapter 302 Wang Hao: Bring back all the World Youth Championship titles for me!

The video call ended.

The hotel room fell into a deathly silence.

Outside the window, dusk was falling.

The faint sound of ferry horns could be heard from the nearby harbor, echoing in the still night like the low growl of a monster.

The air seemed to freeze. Huang Youzheng turned his gaze to Xie Mingyang.

His eyes held a hint of shock.

"Just who is this kid? How could Coach Liu imply that Chen Jin should throw the game?"

Huang Youzheng was filled with curiosity.

He didn't know much about Xie Mingyang.

All that is known is that Xie Mingyang came from the Shanghai team and was Wang Liqin's prized student.

He participated in the U16 national table tennis team selection tournament with Chen Jin and won the runner-up title, thus traveling to Lima to participate in the WTT regular challenge tournament and making it to the semi-finals.

Later, as a newcomer, he successively qualified for the BJ Grand Slam and the Montpellier Championship.

It's worth noting that Huang Youzheng, a player from the Beijing team and considered Wang Chuqin's successor, entered the national team at the age of twelve, but so far, he has only been able to play in some sideline matches.

Xie Mingyang's performance was even worse than mine, yet he managed to squeeze out me and secure the singles spot in this World Junior Championships.

There's no doubt there's something fishy going on here.

"People outside always say I'm the new crown prince, but compared to Xie Mingyang, I'm just a playboy."

Unwittingly taking the blame for someone else's misdeeds, Huang Youzheng couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself, "New crown princes emerge in every generation, each leading the national table tennis team for more than ten years."

Looking at Chen Jin and then at Xie Mingyang, Li Qian felt equally uneasy.

If Chen Jinzhen loses to Xie Mingyang in the singles final, it will be more than just a matter of securing a spot in the World Cup.

Chen Jin burst onto the scene like a star descended from the heavens, and has remained undefeated since his debut.

He has long been regarded by the outside world as a great demon king.

At the same time, many people wanted to see Chen Jin lose and make a fool of himself.

If Xie Mingyang breaks Chen Jin's "undefeated record," it will surely cause a sensation in the world of table tennis.

In other words, Xie Mingyang rose to fame by stepping on Chen Jin's shoulders.

"Coach Liu actually values ​​Xie Mingyang so much, and considering Xie Mingyang's own talent and strength..."

Li Qian frowned inwardly, "Chen Jin's situation is not looking good."

However, Chen Jin's strength is his greatest source of confidence and reliance in the Chinese national table tennis team.

Moreover, given Xie Mingyang's personality, he would never allow such a thing to happen easily.

"Holy shit, that's so damn dark!"

Zhang Jiahao was furious. "Brother Jin is competing in four events in a foreign country, bringing glory to the nation, and he's being asked to throw the game?"

"Is this something a human being could do? How is this any different from Qin Hui back then?"

In his anger, he glared at Xie Mingyang and said, "Luckily, Xie has some backbone. Otherwise, I would have risked my career to get justice for my brother Jin!"

Then, he turned his gaze to Chen Jin.

Seeing Chen Jin remain silent, she became even more worried: "Brother Jin hasn't said anything, has it hurt his feelings?"

"Chen Jin..."

Xie Mingyang looked at Chen Jin, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He was worried, even a little afraid, that this incident would create an irreparable rift between them.

"We promised to meet at the summit, but we haven't fulfilled our vow yet, and now we're about to part ways so hastily?"

Xie Mingyang gritted his teeth.

Just about to speak.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin spoke first, breaking the silence: "Why is everyone so quiet?"

"Didn't we just say we were going to get some late-night snacks? It's almost eight o'clock, let's hurry up and get going."

Chen Jin smiled, as if nothing had happened, just like always.

"Yeah."

Li Qian immediately realized what was going on and seized the opportunity to back down, saying, "Let's go, let's go get some late-night snacks."

Having finished speaking.

With one arm around Zhang Jiahao and the other around Huang Youzheng, she forcibly dragged the two of them toward the door.

"Chen Jin".

Xie Mingyang stood still, staring intently at Chen Jin, his expression solemn, and said, word by word, "I swear to God, I never intended for you to let me lose."

"I wouldn't have done that before, I won't do it now, and I definitely won't do it in the future!"

"I want to defeat you fair and square on the field, not through these underhanded tricks!"

"If you're really going to throw the game, I'd rather lose in the first round."

Every word and phrase revealed unwavering determination and sincerity.

It sounded as if it had been spoken with a resounding force.

"No need to say anything."

Chen Jin reached out and placed his hand on Xie Mingyang's shoulder. "I've always believed in you."

"Besides, do you think I'm the kind of person who would deliberately throw a game to let the opponent win?"

Xie Mingyang shook his head.

Although I haven't known Chen Jin for very long, we've spent a lot of time together and fought side by side, so we're already very familiar with each other.

The two may have very different personalities.

However, they were remarkably consistent in their approach to the game.

"To be honest," Chen Jin laughed, "I was even considering turning to Sister Zhu just now."

"Sister Zhu?"

Xie Mingyang was stunned for a moment.

"Zhu Yuling".

Chen Jin explained.

"!"

Xie Mingyang was incredibly intelligent; how could he not understand the underlying meaning of Chen Jin's words?

As the former world number one ranked woman, Zhu Yuling retired from the national team due to illness and took several years to recuperate.

Given her family's wealth, she could have easily enjoyed the fruits of others' labor.

However, driven by his passion, he resolutely made a comeback and joined the Macau table tennis team.

The last Macau Championship was Zhu Yuling's comeback match.

She even specially invited Coach Wu to help her with this.

Chen Jin's so-called "seeking refuge with Sister Zhu" implies that he had made the worst-case scenario plan.

Even if I leave the national table tennis team and play elsewhere, I will never give up the game!

In reality, Xie Mingyang knew that if Chen Jin let him win, he might be able to qualify for the World Cup.

In fact, he became famous overnight.

However, this method of achieving fame is tantamount to forcing growth.

With his current abilities, he is simply not worthy of such a reputation.

If one's virtue is not commensurate with their position, yet they force themselves to act, they will inevitably suffer a backlash sooner or later.

By then, not only would Chen Jin be harmed, but he would also harm himself.

"It's been a long time since I've fought you."

Chen Jin laughed and said, "I'd like to see how much you've improved during this time."

"It will definitely surprise you."

Xie Mingyang slightly raised his chin.

"is it?"

"Don't believe me? Then let's meet in the finals."

"See you in the finals!"

The two boys gave each other a high five.

Their clear and bright smiles were reflected in each other's pupils.

Seeing that the two had not developed any estrangement as he had imagined, Li Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you two doing?"

Li Qian said, "Didn't Coach Wang just say that you two should focus on the game and that he'll take care of anything that happens?"

"I'm hungry, let's go get some midnight snacks."

"Go quickly, go quickly."

Urged by Li Qian, the group of five left the room and headed to the restaurant.

on the road.

Chen Jin's phone suddenly vibrated.

He picked it up and saw it was a message from Wang Hao.

[Chen Jin, focus on the game and don't overthink it. Coach Liu gave this advice because he's in that position and has to consider the bigger picture. Don't blame him.]

Since Xie Mingyang has already spoken, even if he makes it to the finals, you don't need to show any mercy. Just do what you're supposed to do. As for Coach Liu, I'll explain things to him myself.

A subtle sense of unease is revealed between the lines.

Fearing that Chen Jin's mentality might be affected by this, causing him to be timid and hesitant during the competition.

After all, Chen Jin is competing in four events at this World Junior Championships, which carries a heavy responsibility.

If this incident causes a problem with one's mentality and leads to losing the game, wouldn't that be a loss?

"Thank you, Coach Wang."

Chen Jin's fingers kept moving. "I still say the same thing: once I step onto the field, I have only one goal, and no one can stop me."

The word "thank you" is not just a polite formality.

It came from the bottom of their hearts.

Chen Jin knew very well that the matter of throwing the game should not be publicized, and Liu Guoliang would definitely have Wang Hao discuss it with him privately.

However, Wang Hao did not do that.

Instead, through Li Qian, they publicized the matter to Xie Mingyang.

Perhaps Wang Hao had already anticipated that, given Xie Mingyang's personality, he would never allow such a thing to happen.

With Xie Mingyang's personal refusal, it would be easier to explain to Liu Guoliang later.

With a little polishing, it might be enough to get by.

Without a doubt, Wang Hao's move was the result of careful consideration.

Ultimately, everything was under his control.

"That's good."

Wang Hao's reply was swift: "I'm giving you a death order: at this World Junior Championships, whether it's the team event, doubles, mixed doubles, or especially singles, you must bring back all the titles!"

"If you lose one thing, you'll have to do 500 push-ups or run 10,000 meters. You should think about it carefully."

(End of this chapter)