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

Chapter 304 Restricting Chen Jin's Hands-on Skills? Are you sure you're not kidding me?
1:1, a draw.

According to the doubles rules, it was Kim Ga-eun's turn to serve, and Chen Jin to receive.

Glancing across the table, I saw Chen Jin wearing a red jersey, standing at the center line of the table, holding a racket in his right hand, his left hand on his waist, his eyes deep and sharp.

Zhang Jiahao was just behind Chen Jin on the right, no more than fifty centimeters away.

His expression was completely devoid of his usual playful demeanor, replaced by calmness and seriousness.

The two of them instantly formed a picture.

An aura of domineering arrogance, as if looking down upon the world, quietly emanated from the air.

"The fox pretends to be the tiger's power."

Wu Juncheng took a deep breath.

Lower your left arm and quickly extend your little finger from under the table.

Upon seeing this, Kim Ga-eun immediately understood.

Diagonal, pure backspin.

Just as Jin Jiawen tossed the ball, Chen Jin, who had been as still as a statue, suddenly moved.

Step forward and gently swing your arms.

Immediately, they moved into position.

Wu Juncheng reacted quickly, anticipating the landing point and stepping forward swiftly.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

Twist diagonally at a large angle with your backhand.

"Break!"

This shot was extremely fast.

Like a flash of lightning.

"Fuck!"

Caught off guard, Zhang Jiahao suddenly pushed off with his foot.

He leaped into the air, attempting to save the ball.

Unfortunately, they were ultimately a step too late.

Unable to stop his momentum, he was thrown forward and fell to the ground.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

He could hear the celebratory roars of Wu Juncheng and Kim Ga-on after winning the game. Zhang Jiahao supported himself with his right hand on the ground, looked up at the dazzling lights of the dome.

Sudden.

A hand appeared before my eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Chen Jin asked with concern.

"fine."

Zhang Jiahao grinned, his tone relaxed.

Grasping Chen Jin's outstretched hand, and using it for leverage, he leaped into the air.

Before he could even stand up straight, a dull pain shot through his tailbone, causing him to furrow his brow slightly.

But Zhang Jiahao concealed it very well, as if it were nothing, he patted the dust off his buttocks a few times with his back hand, and then rubbed his tailbone.

"Ma Dan!"

Zhang Jiahao muttered under his breath, "These two bastards are treating me like an easy target."

Even a blind man could see that Oh Jun-sung and Kim Ga-on's doubles strategy was to target him as their weak point and launch a fierce attack.

"It was my mistake."

Chen Jin flexed his wrists. "When receiving the serve just now, I shouldn't have put it short; I should have chopped it long and engaged in a topspin rally with them."

"Upspin stalemate?"

Zhang Jiahao was greatly encouraged, "That's exactly what I wanted."

2: 1.

Kim Ga-on's second serve was also a backspin.

Chen Jin no longer used a short swing; with a slight flick of his wrist, he directly chopped the left half of the table.

Wu Juncheng lunges forward with a backhand.

Zhang Jiahao positioned himself in the middle of the table, lowered his center of gravity, and unleashed a powerful forehand topspin during the descent.

A powerful arc, with an unpredictable curve, flies towards the opponent's table.

At this time, Kim Ga-on had also stepped down from his post.

The sideways, reversed posture resembled a scarecrow being torn askew by a strong wind.

Facing this ball, Chen Jin did not retreat but advanced, shifting his body weight close to the table and using the force to launch a powerful smash.

"Snapped!"

Swift as lightning, fierce as a dragon or elephant.

The sound of the ball being struck still echoed.

next second.

The ping-pong ball struck Wu Juncheng's racket like a heavy cannonball.

A tremendous force instantly pierced through the baseboard.

The shock almost deformed Wu Juncheng's thumb.

"Wow, that's strong!"

Wu Juncheng was taken aback.

This explosive shot, in terms of both power and speed, exceeded Wu Juncheng's expectations.

By the time he realized what was happening, the white ball had already bounced off the net and gone out of bounds.

"Whoo~"

Wu Juncheng took a deep breath.

A look of disbelief and shock surfaced from the depths of his eyes.

It's hard to imagine that this seemingly slender young man possesses such terrifying power.

It's even more terrifying than those superhuman monsters in Europe.

"Is this Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao's doubles strategy?"

Wu Juncheng's heart sank slightly. "Zhang Jiahao's every shot has a very clear purpose. He doesn't pursue quality, but only seeks to get the ball onto the table consistently, so he hits the topspin very hard."

"Chen Jin was responsible for the offense, using his terrifying finishing ability to kill the game."

The two worked together seamlessly, with a clear division of labor, like gears meshing together; every ball was calculated.

Once the round smoothly transitions from Zhang Jiahao's hands to Chen Jin's, what awaits Wu Juncheng and Jin Jiawen is a merciless onslaught.

"We must find a way to break this vicious cycle!"

Wu Juncheng gritted his teeth.

After much thought, the breakthrough still lies with Zhang Jiahao.

Only by completely defeating Zhang Jiahao can we break through the opponent's tactics.

2: 2.

Chen Jinfa went to the ball.

Hook your hand, sideways and downward.

Wu Juncheng flicks the ball down the middle with a backhand.

Zhang Jiahao used the momentum to quickly tear off the opponent's left half of the table.

Kim Ga-on countered by tearing through the middle lane.

Chen Jin uses a forehand reverse cross-court shot.

Wu Juncheng shouted loudly, stood in the middle of the table, and swung his forehand out, hitting a powerful cross-court shot.

The ping-pong ball flew towards Zhang Jiahao's backhand corner like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

Between the lightning and the fire.

With lightning speed, Zhang Jiahao stepped to the side, and despite being out of position, leaned back and pulled back at the limit.

"Holy crap, that's a great back!"

Knowing that Zhang Jiahao's topspin shot was exceptionally powerful, Kim Ga-eun was once again forced into close defense.

"not good!"

Wu Juncheng glanced at him briefly.

Chen Jin turned sideways and drew his paddle, like a fully drawn bow ready to shoot the sun, poised to strike. His dark pupils revealed a sharp edge, and his killing intent seemed tangible.

Startled, Wu Juncheng hastily retreated, staggering and bewildered like a drunkard.

With a backhand flick, he saved the ball.

However, under the light, the white ping-pong ball traced a desperate parabola.

"Jiahao!"

Chen Jin shouted loudly.

"Roger that!"

The words have not yet fallen.

laugh--

The athletic shoes rubbed violently against the floor, making a sharp sound.

Zhang Jiahao leaped up and raised his left arm high.

The racket in his hand had already fallen over.

This is because the backhand rubber is a non-tapered rubber, which has greater elasticity and is more lethal.

He slammed the board down in anger.

Like splitting Mount Hua in two.

"Snapped!"

The deafening sound of the ball hitting the court was like thunder.

Such explosive shots, without any technique, are simply miracles achieved through sheer brute force.

How could a mere Kim Ga-on possibly withstand it?
"2:4!"

The referee raised his hand, signaling that Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao had won the point.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao roared in unison.

He leaps and chest-slams, exuding domineering power.

off the field.

Li Qian clapped continuously, a smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.

He seemed to see the shadow of the Mastiff and Python duo from the 15 Suzhou World Table Tennis Championships in these two spirited young men.

The mastiff and python were so in sync and so full of vigor back then.

"pity……"

Li Qian sighed.

All I can say is that the past is too painful to recall under the bright moonlight.

"The South Korean team is doomed to lose."

Xie Mingyang remained expressionless as he watched Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao shoving each other across the chest.

Deep down, however, he felt a pang of jealousy, a feeling he himself was unaware of.

With Chen Jin backing him up, if Zhang Jiahao continues playing like this, his form will only get hotter and hotter.

Originally, Zhang Jiahao was the only breakthrough point for the Wu Juncheng and Jin Jiawen pairing.

Once Zhang Jiahao gets into his rhythm, the last loophole will be completely blocked. However...

Wu Juncheng was unaware of this.

While wiping away sweat, he discussed tactics for the next ball with Kim Ga-on.

"In the next round, it's my turn to serve, and Zhang Jiahao will receive. You must find a way to limit Chen Jin's attack."

Wu Juncheng said in a deep voice.

Do you want me to limit Chen Jin's ability to play?
Kim Ga-eun's eyes widened. Are you sure you're not kidding me?
Once Chen Jin gets going, is it possible for me to stop him?

If I could control Chen Jin, would I be here having to put up with your attitude?
Of course, Kim Ga-on knew very well that the reason why Oh Jun-sung asked him to limit Chen Jin's attacks was because Oh Jun-sung himself could not withstand Chen Jin's offensive.

While secretly complaining, Kim Ga-on said aloud, "I'll do my best."

Wu Juncheng continued, "If I serve without spin and Zhang Jiahao's return goes high, just flick it down without holding back."

"If he holds his ground, then you should use long attacks to limit Chen Jin's initiative."

Hear this.

Jin Jiawen frowned slightly: "But what if Zhang Jiahao twists or splits it?"

"Then you go after him."

Wu Juncheng glared at Jin Jiawen, "Anyway, don't stick close to him, give Chen Jin a chance to attack from the side."

In the first few balls, Chen Jin's powerful side-steps were all aimed at Wu Juncheng.

Wu Juncheng's mentality was almost broken by Chen Jinchong.

Sensing the complaint in Wu Juncheng's words, Kim Ga-on responded with an "oh," feeling wronged: "The opponent's return shot was too high quality. What else could I do if I didn't close out to defend?"

"If you're so capable, try pulling one up backwards and show me!"

"It's obvious that you failed to stop Chen Jin, and you're taking your anger out on me."

Despite harboring resentment, Kim Ga-eun could only swallow her anger and dare not utter a word.

Although he is a year older than Oh Jun-sung, Oh Jun-sung has a father named Oh Sang-eun.
Moreover, as a second-generation footballer, Oh Jun-sung, bearing the title of "genius," entered the national team before him, making him his senior.

How can I not listen to what my seniors say?
the other side.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao both put down their rackets, walked to the referee's table, picked up their towels, and wiped away their sweat.

"Unless the opponent hits a long ball, try not to hit short balls, but to flick or chop long balls and get into a topspin rally as soon as possible."

Chen Jin lowered his voice.

In doubles matches, due to positioning and covering, serves are rarely long; they are almost always short.

"clear."

Zhang Jiahao nodded.

He always listened to Chen Jin's advice and trusted him completely.

They didn't ask why, they just carried out the orders.

"Da da da, da da da..."

Taking a deep breath, Wu Juncheng picked up the ping-pong ball and served it without spinning.

Zhang Jiahao's eyes were sharp; he saw right through her.

Step forward and twist the handle with your backhand.

With Wu Juncheng's instructions echoing in his mind, Kim Ga-on originally wanted to dash to the side.

However, muscle memory and conditioned reflexes ultimately led him to choose backhand defense.

"idiot!"

Seeing this, Wu Junzhen cursed inwardly.

They hastily retreated from the stage, ready for battle.

Surprisingly, although Chen Jin had already turned to the side, he did not exert any force to charge forward this time.

Instead, it's a reverse loop.

Its power and speed have been significantly reduced.

"what?"

Wu Juncheng found it somewhat strange.

With Chen Jin's skill level, he could have easily sealed the victory with a single shot when faced with such an opportunity.

But Chen Jin did not do that.

"What is Chen Jin up to?"

Before his mind had even changed, he had no time to think things through.

He steadily pulled the ball back.

Zhang Jiahao took a step forward, seized the landing point of the ball, and counter-looped with his forehand.

Kim Jong-un's central position is being pulled back.

Chen Jin uses a forehand fast cross-court shot near the table.

Wu Juncheng leaped into the air, swung his right arm, and delivered a high loop shot from mid-to-long range.

"Jiahao!"

Chen Jin shouted, "Charge him!"

Zhang Jiahao leaped forward, flashing close to the table, and unleashed a powerful forehand smash down the line.

"Snapped!"

Use your strength to fight.

Kim Ga-on couldn't save the ball with his backhand.

2: 5.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Zhang Jiahao sealed the game with two consecutive goals.

This made Zhang Jiahao's blood boil, and he became excited.

Wu Juncheng's face was gloomy.

In a daze, he seemed to smell the stench of blood floating in the air.

The smell of blood was definitely not coming from Chen Jin.

It was Zhang Jiahao's gradually escalating murderous intent.

That boy they always saw as their weak point!

"In the first few balls, Chen Jin demonstrated his strength, not only intimidating his opponent but also implying to Zhang Jiahao that he has the ability to cover for him and there is no need to worry."

Li Qian sat on the sidelines and smiled slightly. "And for those two balls, Chen Jin deliberately downplayed his presence, letting Zhang Jiahao take the shot and kill the game."

"In this way, we can not only improve Zhang Jiahao's shooting touch, but also disrupt the opponent's tactical arrangements."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a genius."

Li Qian sighed deeply.

I thought that Chen Jin's mentality might be affected by what happened last night.

This directly affected Chen Jin's performance in subsequent matches.

However, he underestimated Chen Jin.

Once on the court, Chen Jin is still that amazing, composed, and confident young prodigy.

"It still has to be Chen Jin."

Xie Mingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Under his guidance, Zhang Jiahao quickly found his rhythm."

He predicted before the match that if he won the first game, it would mostly be thanks to Chen Jin.

Zhang Jiahao will have to wait until at least the second game to be able to perform at his best.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiahao's performance completely exceeded expectations.

Next game.

Wu Juncheng gradually realized that Zhang Jiahao was not the "breakthrough point" he had imagined at all.

As the match continued, Zhang Jiahao resembled a giant python.

No matter how fiercely Wu Juncheng attacked, he couldn't break through Wu's mid-to-long-range fighting ability.

What's more, the other side also has Chen Jin, a monster.

Finally, the first game ended.

11: 6.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao won the match.

"hateful!"

Back on the sidelines, Wu Juncheng said indignantly, "Chen Jin's mentality hasn't been affected at all... Jin Jiawen, what's going on?"

"I...I don't know either."

Jin Jiawen hesitated, "Could this already be Chen Jin's strength after his mentality has been affected?"

"..."

Wu Juncheng remained silent for a long time.

There was a pause.

Then he spoke up, "Zhang Jiahao is different from what we expected... How should we play this West Eight match?"

The key to doubles is teamwork.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, standing sideways and upright, formed a seamless whole.

Their movement and positioning were perfectly coordinated.

In addition, Zhang Jiahao is in excellent form and has almost no weaknesses.

"I just don't believe that such a perfect doubles team exists in this world."

Wu Juncheng remained unwilling to give up, saying, "I'm sure I can find their weaknesses and defeat Chen Jin."

This is a testament to the fact that once Zhang Jiahao gets into his rhythm, his doubles partnership with Chen Jin is flawless.

The ball inside the table features Zhang Jiahao's delicate control and Chen Jin's penhold flick.

In mid-to-close range, who can stop Chen Jin's explosive attack?
As for mid-to-long-range shots, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao's consecutive counter-attacks were equally unbeatable.

Despite Wu Juncheng and Jin Jiawen's best efforts, they were still at their wits' end.

Second game, 11:5.

In the third game, the score was 11-3.

The score is 3-0.

The duo of Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao easily defeated Wu Juncheng and Jin Jiawen to advance to the quarterfinals.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Zhang Jiahao roared excitedly.

In their first time playing doubles together with Chen Jin on a real international stage, their performance was already quite impressive.

"At least, I didn't embarrass Brother Jin, and I didn't hold Brother Jin back."

Zhang Jiahao grinned at Chen Jin.

"Played well."

Chen Jin smiled.

"necessary!"

Zhang Jiahao raised an eyebrow. "Jin Ge and I are invincible in doubles."

"Invincible."

The two boys looked at each other and smiled.

A pair of strong, powerful hands were clasped tightly together.

This handshake ushered in a new era of doubles.

(End of this chapter)