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

Chapter 31 [031] Why are you so proud of yourself, you defeated general?
first round.

When the score reached 9:9, Xie Mingyang called for a timeout.

He walked to the sidelines, drank some water, wiped his sweat, and quietly thought about the next tactics.

The same is true for Shu Sanhu.

"Brother Jin, did you see that?"

Zhang Jia whispered, "Shu Sanhu's defense is like a golden bell and iron cloth shirt. Even Xie Mingyang can't break through it."

"Well, there is something."

Chen Jin nodded.

In this round, Xie Mingyang tried many times to break through from the front and penetrate Shu Sanhu's defense.

Unfortunately, Shu Sanhu's defense was as impenetrable as a city wall.

With Xie Mingyang's current strength, he can't pull through the opponent at all.

"Brother Jin, you've been watching for so long, have you figured out what's going on?"

Zhang Jiahao asked, "Is there any way to break the deadlock?"

“There are three ways.”

Chen Jin made an OK gesture, "First, cut him in the middle and penetrate him from the front."

"Cut him in the middle?"

Zhang Jiahao smiled bitterly, "I'm not Master Hong, I'll change one."

"Second, slice the ball under the spin."

"…I'm Zhang Jiahao, not Ding Xiaowei."

"Third, hit him with a backhand shot."

“Hey, this seems to be okay.”

Shu Sanhu is a tall man with long arms. He can protect the entire stage by standing near the stage and moving his feet slightly.

His solid defense relies not on his hands but on his feet and body center of gravity.

Once you lose your footing, your body's center of gravity will naturally loosen and you will make mistakes.

After listening to Chen Jin’s more detailed analysis.

Zhang Jiahao suddenly realized: "Change to a straight line, hit the landing point, force him to run at a large angle, and don't let him stand still."

"Yes."

Chen Jin smiled, "It would be best if I could hit a high shot with a spin to hold off his backhand baseline."

"Based on his habits, he mainly plays a steady game, and his backhand is likely to be close defense."

"However, you must rotate when you lob, and the arc must be low to prevent him from sticking to the straight line."

Zhang Jiahao understood everything immediately, and his eyes suddenly brightened. He had already thought of the tactics for the battle against Shu Sanhu in his mind.

I wish I could pick up my racket and go on stage immediately to fight with Shu Sanhu for another three hundred rounds.

"Of course."

Zhang Jiahao grinned, "As expected of my brother Jin, the Fiery Eyes of Gold... No, it should be the Golden Pupils of Truth."

"That's my brother Monkey, not your brother Jin."

While talking.

The pause ends.

It's Xie Mingyang's turn to serve.

A regular side-down ball that doesn't go out of the table after two jumps.

Shu Sanhu's playing style was relatively conservative, and he steadily missed Xie Mingyang's backhand half-out of the table.

This goal was exactly what Xie Mingyang wanted.

Xie Mingyang was well prepared. He squatted down, shook his wrist, increased friction, and then pulled a backhand shot with a high twist, blocking Shu Sanhu's backhand baseline position.

Just as Chen Jin expected.

Faced with such a high lob, Shu Sanhu indeed chose to defend with his backhand.

However, the landing point of Xie Mingyang's ball was too tricky, going straight to the baseline and blocking Shu Sanhu's position.

Shu Sanhu did not have enough space to defend, which resulted in him being unable to suppress the arc.

The ball flew out of bounds.

10: 9.

Xie Mingyang took the lead in taking the game point.

It was such a crucial ball, but he failed to stick to it. Shu Sanhu frowned, shook his head in annoyance, and looked at the racket.

Second serve.

Xie Mingyang followed suit and adopted the same tactics.

However, this time, Shu Sanhu was well prepared.

He stepped back half a step from the table in advance, leaned forward slightly, and used his racket shape and body center of gravity to block the opponent's high lob with extra spin.

Xie Mingyang didn't expect that the ball could be passed in one shot, so he quickly connected with it and hit it with his backhand.

Shu Sanhu was not willing to be outdone. He stood firmly on his feet, united his waist and horse, and started to fight with Xie Mingyang.

Since we meet on a narrow road, we must have the courage to draw our swords and fight with bayonets.

The two sides passed the ball back and forth at an extremely fast speed, like a rainstorm, or like lightning and thunder, which was dazzling to watch.

"Snapped!"

"Crack!" "Crack!"

……

The rapid and deafening sound of hitting the ball resounded throughout the venue.

The onlookers were so engrossed in watching the performance that they dared not even breathe.

During the backhand stalemate.

Sudden.

Xie Mingyang quickly turned his body and fine-tuned his shot shape.

"Snapped!"

Caught off guard, a backhand shot straight line.

fast!
quasi!
ruthless!
The angle is so big and tricky that it will be difficult to see unless Suzhou Dragon reaches its peak again.

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Otherwise, no matter how long Shu Sanhu's arms are, he won't be able to reach the ball.

Even so, Shu Sanhu still leaped with all his might and pounced on the opponent's front hand.

Unfortunately, it was still half a step too late.

11: 9.

Xie Mingyang won the first game without any danger.

The last two goals just confirmed Chen Jin's judgment about Shu Sanhu.

"Fuck, Brother Jin, you are amazing."

Zhang Jiahao's eyes widened. "I've only watched one game, but you've figured out Shu Sanhu's weaknesses."

"Isn't this the basic exercise of a professional table tennis player?"

Chen Jin rolled his eyes.

"Brother Jin, stop scolding, stop scolding."

Zhang Jiahao turned his head and looked at Xie Mingyang who was drinking water and wiping his sweat on the sidelines, "Did this guy hear what we just said?"

"They are across from you, so far away, do you think they all have dog ears like you?"

Chen Jin sneered.

"Or maybe Xie Mingyang and Brother Jin are in tune with you and overheard your thoughts."

Zhang Jiahao said it seriously, "It's just like those online stories like 'I, a fake eunuch, had my inner thoughts overheard by the empress' and 'The prince of Qin, had his inner thoughts overheard by Zulong from the beginning'."

Chen Jin: "..."

Bro, if you could put all the energy and time you spend watching these messy things into training, with your talent, would you still have to worry about not being able to beat Shu Sanhu?

Glancing at Zhang Jiahao with a look of disappointment, Chen Jin frowned and said, "Is it difficult to admit that he has a high basketball IQ?"

"It's very difficult, harder than climbing to heaven."

Zhang Jiahao gritted his teeth and said, "He defeated my enemy twice in the Youth Championship."

"So, since I have killed you three times, don't you hate me to the core?"

Chen Jindao.

"You are different."

Zhang Jiahao smiled and said, "You are the person whom I, 'Little Lu Bu of Table Tennis', have adopted as my adoptive father. I love and respect you so much that I cannot wait to hate you."

"Bah, you three-family slave!"

Chen Jin spat.

After finding the opponent's weakness, the next game became much easier.

In the second game, Xie Mingyang was in high spirits and took the lead, scoring 6:0.

Shu Sanhu called for a timeout. After coming back, he fought back and tied the score back to 5:7.

Unfortunately.

After all, Xie Mingyang is more skilled.

After a fierce bombardment, Shu Sanhu lost his temper.

11:6, Xie Mingyang won another victory.

As the first in the group, we advanced to the next round of round-robin matches.

Shake hands with Shu Sanhu.

As he turned around, Xie Mingyang seemed nonchalant and glanced at Chen Jin in the crowd intentionally or unintentionally.

Chen Jin smiled and clapped gently, as if praising him for his good fighting.

"Humph!"

Their eyes met and then disappeared. Xie Mingyang snorted coldly and turned his head away proudly.

He didn't appreciate Chen Jin's friendly gesture at all.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jiahao was furious and said dissatisfiedly, "You are a defeated general, why are you so proud!"

Hey, before you say this, can you please think about yourself first?

You are also defeated by others!

Chen Jin smiled indifferently and patted Zhang Jiahao on the shoulder: "Let's go and watch other people's games."

(End of this chapter)