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

Chapter 318 A Famous Scene Reappears! Chen Jin Defeats Fan Zhendong!
"Damn, Dong Ge was so fierce in the third game, he finally found his 'Violent Panda' form and touch again."

"With a score of 1-2, is a dramatic comeback about to unfold? Is Chen Jin's undefeated streak about to be broken by Dong Ge?"

"If Dong Ge maintains his form from the third game, Chen Jin will have a tough time."

"See that? That's the value of a Super Grand Slam, something no world number one can compare to."

"Chen Jin is also very good. He's only fifteen or sixteen years old, yet he managed to push Fatty to this extent."

"Go Fan Zhendong!"

"Chen Jin, rise up!"

……

The third game had just ended when the hashtag "Chen Jin VS Fan Zhendong" topped the trending search list.

Fans and enthusiasts are discussing it endlessly.

Trending topics such as "Chen Jin 2:0 Fan Zhendong" and "Fan Zhendong wins a game" also appeared on the list.

The audience cheered loudly, supporting their favorite contestants.

"In a best-of-five match, the fourth game is the key to determining the winner."

Chen Longcan looked at Chen Jin and said, "It's not just a test of skills and tactics, but also of mentality."

In the first three games, Fan Zhendong's form visibly improved.

The penetrating power of the forehand topspin, the backhand flick and straight-line technique are beyond the reach of most players.

more importantly.

The psychological pressure of being caught up by a world-class player when leading 2-0 is self-evident.

Chen Jin wiped the sweat from his face with a towel and listened quietly to Chen Longcan's words.

He could feel that his heart was beating much faster than usual.

But this is not because of nervousness or fear.

But excitement.

Chen Longcan continued, "Fan Zhendong's forehand and backhand are both of very high quality, and he is in good form with extremely fast transition speed. Trying to compete with him in consecutive shots is not a wise move."

"If possible, try to outmaneuver him in the first three shots, using close-to-the-table speed to limit the quality of his attacks."

"Or, control him from within Taiwan."

With Chen Jin's strength, whether it's his control within the table, his technique in the first three moves, or his speed near the table, he is at a world-class level.

He might be able to compete with Fan Zhendong.

"clear."

Chen Jin nodded. "However, I still want to give it a try."

After the Paris Olympics, Fan Zhendong withdrew from several competitions.

This time, he finally had the chance to spar with Fan Zhendong, and he didn't want to miss this opportunity to learn from him.

He was well aware that if he were to go head-to-head with a top player like Fan Zhendong, he might lose the match.

But he was still willing to give it a try.

"alright."

Chen Longcan understood Chen Jin's thoughts, "Anyway, we're still leading by a large margin."

"Even if I lose, it's to Fan Zhendong, the newly crowned Super Grand Slam winner, so it's not shameful."

Moreover, this was indeed a rare opportunity for Chen Jin.

After all, no one knows how long Fan Zhendong will "voluntarily" withdraw from the competition.

"time up!"

The referee's voice sounded.

The fourth game is about to begin.

0: 0.

Fan Zhendong has the right to serve.

Reverse spin serve.

The forehand is short.

Chen Jin took a step forward, his racket angled slightly to counteract the sidespin of the incoming ball.

With good control, he steadily placed the ball back into Fan Zhendong's forehand corner.

Fan Zhendong stepped forward with his right leg, lowered his body, and launched a high overhead attack, heading straight for the center.

Although the speed is not fast and the power is not great, the spin is so strong that it can be sent flying with a single touch.

Chen Jin acted decisively, anticipating the landing point and pressing down on the moment of takeoff, then forcefully pushed the board.

"Ok?"

Fan Zhendong raised an eyebrow.

He knew that the push-out technique with a straight grip and the side-cut technique with a horizontal grip were similar in principle.

It is enough to forcefully push a strong topspin into a strong backspin.

On the field, they used unconventional tactics to achieve victory.

Back in his youth, he paid a lot of tuition to Marin.

However, since Marin's retirement, this penhold push technique has disappeared from the scene.

Fan Zhendong has not been seen on the field for more than ten years.

Unexpectedly, it has now reappeared in Chen Jin's hands.

Knowing that this ball had extremely strong backspin, even someone as strong as Fan Zhendong dared not be careless in the slightest.

Lower your center of gravity and let your arms sink.

Like a spring up from dry land, the ball was hoisted high into the air once again.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin pressed down on the racket and unleashed a powerful backhand rip.

The ball, like a cannonball, blasted into Fan Zhendong's backhand corner.

Although Fan Zhendong had returned to defense, he hadn't even gotten his footing when the ping-pong ball slammed into his racket.

boom!
A deafening roar followed.

A hint of surprise flashed deep in Fan Zhendong's eyes: "What an explosive counterattack!"

The ball couldn't be defended, and it flew out of bounds.

0: 1.

"Good guy."

Fan Zhendong glanced at Chen Jin across from him, remaining outwardly calm but inwardly stirred with emotion. "He actually managed to combine the techniques of traditional penhold grip and penhold backhand."

It's worth noting that he started training with Wang Hao from the moment he joined the Bayi team.

Later, he became Coach Wu's junior, becoming Marin's junior.

Therefore, he is very familiar with both traditional penhold grip and penhold backhand techniques.

The two playing styles are completely different.

Especially the use of the fingers on the back.

It's important to understand that in a competition, even a difference of 0.01 seconds can determine the outcome.

Chen Jin, however, could switch between the two with ease, his transitions as fluid and seamless as flowing water.

Perhaps, this is talent.

Fan Zhendong reached out and touched the pool table, his forehead covered in sweat, but his expression remained calm.

His gaze became more focused.

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

Fan Zhendong continues serving.

It is still rotating in the opposite direction.

But this time, he served a fast and sharp long backspin, like an arrow released from a bow, suddenly attacking Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

Fortunately, Chen Jin reacted very quickly.

Step back half a step with your left leg to create space for hitting the ball.

Hold your hands in a circle in front of your chest.

Right arm and wrist, tucked inward to store power.

"Snapped!"

The backhand flick forward is like cracking a whip.

The ping-pong ball suddenly transformed into a cheetah, baring its fangs and claws, charging towards Fan Zhendong's center.

Fan Zhendong moved quickly, using the momentum to tear the fabric apart.

Chen Jin turned the tables.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The two players hit the ball faster and faster.

Only a white afterimage remained above the table tennis table, flying back and forth.

"Wow, this penhold grip is absolutely amazing!"

Zhang Yang of the Shanghai team sat on the sidelines, watching the backhand rallies between the two players, and secretly marveled, "He can actually go toe-to-toe with Fan Zhendong in backhands and not be at a disadvantage."

In terms of both strength and speed, Chen Jin is no less than Fan Zhendong.

Back then, sixteen-year-old Fan Zhendong shocked the world of table tennis by defeating Ovtcharov with his explosive backhand.

Now, Chen Jin's performance on the scene seemed to be a replay of the scene, with everything repeating itself.

"If Director Wang can really recruit this kid to our Shanghai team, our Shanghai team's strength will definitely increase dramatically."

Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

My mind hasn't changed.

Chen Jin suddenly increased his force, and with a "snap," the force penetrated the bottom plate.

He actually managed to break through Fan Zhendong's backhand.

"Wow!"

The audience gasped in astonishment.

Seeing Chen Jin tear through Fan Zhendong, Chen Longcan and others with a backhand slash, they were filled with excitement and jumped up, clenching their fists and roaring.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Chen Longcan clapped vigorously and shouted a reminder, "Focus! Don't relax!"

Take a deep breath.

Chen Jin's expression remained largely unchanged.

Scoring two points in the opening is certainly good, but given Fan Zhendong's experience on the field, he should be able to adjust quickly.

Moreover, when facing a Grand Slam champion, even if you are leading, you cannot relax or become complacent until the match is over.

Switch sides and serve.

Chen Jin hooked a short hook with his hand.

Halfway through the performance.

Fan Zhendong charged straight ahead.

The trajectory of the landing point was completely unexpected by Chen Jin.

Chen Jin took a cross step, leaped out, and lunged for a forehand, barely managing to save the ball.

However, the quality of the return shot is worrying.

Without a second thought, Chen Jin quickly retreated to the mid-to-long range, ready for battle.

As expected, facing an opportunity, Fan Zhendong showed no mercy, acting decisively and slamming a diagonal dunk.

"Snapped!"

The sound was like tearing silk.

Chen Jin adjusted his position with small, quick steps, aimed at the trajectory of the incoming ball, and released a high ball.

"Snapped!"

Fan Zhendong slammed the ball down again.

Continue to suppress Chen Jin's right half of the table.

Seemingly having anticipated Fan Zhendong's shot landing point, Chen Jin moved in advance, sliding to the side.

A forehand swing, followed by a counter-attack from the far post.

"Snapped!"

Fan Zhendong showed no mercy, seizing the high point of the incoming ball and smashing it powerfully. Left with no other option, Chen Jin could only return the ball to a high position.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Fan Zhendong unleashed three consecutive powerful smashes, culminating in a powerful spike to Chen Jin's forehand corner.

Each shot was so powerful it seemed as if it would smash the table through.
They firmly suppressed Chen Jin's position, forcing him to stay at the far end of the table on his forehand side.

As for Chen Jin, he found himself in a passive situation.

Faced with Fan Zhendong's smash high ball, the only option is to try to raise the arc as high as possible, trading space for time.

He kept adjusting his footing and secretly gathering his strength in case the opponent suddenly changed lanes.

Two sharp glints suddenly shot out from Fan Zhendong's eyes. He abruptly changed direction and, like Mount Tai pressing down, poured force into his right arm, violently smashing Chen Jin's backhand open space.

Fortunately, Chen Jin was prepared.

With two cross steps, as if flying at lightning speed, he traversed the entire table and leaped towards the far corner of the left half of the table baseline.

With a backhand flick, he barely managed to save the ball.

Just as Chen Jin was quickly returning to defend the center line.

Unexpectedly, a collective gasp, like the sound of windmills, erupted from the audience.

Chen Jin waited for a long time, but Fan Zhendong continued to attack.

Startled, he looked up.

Fan Zhendong slowly walked to the side, bent down, and picked up his racket from the ground.

Chen Jin: "???"

At this moment.

Xu Xin, who was watching the game from the sidelines, couldn't sit still any longer: "This is my ball!"

"Chen Jin is hitting my shots!"

soon.

#Chen Jin throws golf ball and Fan Zhendong smashes racket#, quickly became a trending topic.

Countless posts, like mushrooms after rain, flooded the square.

"Chen Jin hit a high ball in front of Xu Xin, and Fan Zhendong even smashed his racket again... Is this the kind of plot I can watch?"

"Look at Xu Xin's expression, he's about to break down, hahaha."

"Racquet smashed on the court, warning: feed to pigs! @Chen Qi (doge emoji for protection.JPG)"

"Brother Dong, look carefully, it wasn't Xu Xin who set the high ball! (shrugs and smiles bitterly)"

……

The famous scene from the past is playing out again. Fan Zhendong silently picks up his racket, as calm as ever.

I looked down at the racket; there was no damage.

However, there was some dust on the rubber.

Fan Zhendong reached out and wiped away the sweat, gently cleaning it.

Then, he put down his racket.

He gestured to ask for a pause.

The crucial set, 0-3.

Another ridiculous blunder has occurred.

Even if Fan Zhendong had the best mindset, he couldn't help but feel fluctuating at this moment.

Call a timeout, adjust your strategy, and incidentally disrupt your opponent's rhythm.

"You played very well."

Chen Longcan encouraged him, "But we still need to be careful. Fan Zhendong is very good at adjusting, so we must not let our guard down."

At this moment, tactics are important, but mindset is even more crucial.

"Change your trajectory and target different spots to get him moving. He'll naturally make more mistakes."

"You started well, keep it up and try to win 3-1."

"come on!"

Pause back.

Fan Zhendong indeed adjusted his tactics.

The reverse twist becomes increasingly fierce.

The connection speed is getting faster and faster.

A powerful forehand smash with a tricky landing point.

However, Chen Jin was by no means an ordinary person.

They quickly retaliated.

The score was close, with the ball going back and forth.

5: 7.

6: 7.

8: 6.

8: 7.

7: 9.

7: 10.

Chen Jin is leading by three match points.

"It's match point again."

Zhang Jiahao clenched his fists, his palms were sweating, and he was extremely nervous. He stared intently at the situation on the court. "Is Dong-ge's match point bluff going to flare up again?"

And at this time.

Fan Zhendong has the right to serve.

Stand at the center line and perform a counter-rotation.

A half-out-of-bounds motion with the hand facing backwards.

Chen Jin tried to rush forward.

Unexpectedly, the backspin of this serve was stronger than he had imagined.

Eat and then go online.

10: 8.

"Choo-hoo!"

Fan Zhendong clenched his fist and shouted.

Although he was standing on the edge of a cliff, just one step away from losing the game, he did not give up and continued to try to find a way to break the deadlock.

He put down his racket, walked to the referee's table, picked up a towel, and wiped the sweat from his hands and forehead.

Chen Jin and Fan Zhendong were both pondering their next tactics.

The serve has returned to Chen Jin.

Chen Jin, holding the ping-pong ball, turned his head and saw that Fan Zhendong had already bent over, his eyes piercing.

The ball was tossed high into the air, reaching a height of two or three meters.

"laugh!"

Forehand serve.

Middle road.

Side down.

Fan Zhendong decisively stepped forward and executed a reverse twist.

歘!
It went straight for Chen Jin's forehand baseline.

Chen Jin leaped into the air and pulled back in a straight line.

Fan Zhendong backhanded the big corner.

No matter how fast Chen Jin's pace was, he was unable to turn the tide when he was pulled at such a large angle.

10: 9.

Fan Zhendong scored another point.

Instantly.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Fan Zhendong!"

"come on!"

……

"Chen Jin!"

"come on!"

……

The shouts were deafening.

On the playing field.

Chen Jin and Fan Zhendong were focused on the competition and ignored the noise from the outside world.

Chen Jin wiped the sweat from his forehead with his elbow and let out a long breath.

Despite the pressure of Fan Zhendong's comeback to win two match points, he remained calm.

"One serve left."

Chen Jin thought to himself, "I must make good use of this."

"Given Dong's experience on the court, he would definitely be wary of stealing points in such crucial moments."

"Therefore, it's best to stick with short balls."

Take a deep breath.

Chen Jin asked whether to turn or not.

Fan Zhendong's short.

Chen Jin swings back.

Fan Zhendong quickly cuts through the middle road.

Chen Jin starts with a topspin loop.

Fan Zhendong retaliated.

Chen Jin slid to the side and executed a forehand reverse pull.

Fan Zhendong hits a backhand straight shot.

This ball was incredibly fast, like a bolt of lightning, flying past.

Chen Jin pushed off with his feet, and his whole body shot out, pulling in a straight line.

Fan Zhendong was caught off guard and his forehand was caught off guard. He hurriedly switched back.

The speed is slightly sluggish, so it can only be used for close defense.

At this moment, Chen Jin moved at an extremely fast speed, risking a sidestep.

The force originates from the ground and instantly permeates the entire body.

Ultimately, it all comes together on the racket.

"Snapped!"

Forehand smash.

This move embodies all of Chen Jin's skill and courage.

The ping-pong ball, carrying unparalleled power, flew over the net at an astonishing speed, like a meteorite burning with raging flames, and smashed near Fan Zhendong's backhand cross-court shot.

Fan Zhendong held his racket horizontally in front of his chest, attempting to block.

boom!
The ball hit the edge of the board.

It flew towards the sky.

A beautiful parabola is drawn above the table.

Chen Jin didn't relax at all, gripping his racket horizontally and staring intently at the ping-pong ball flying through the air.

Ultimately, the ball landed out of bounds.

"11:9."

As the referee announced the decision, Chen Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief, instantly releasing all his murderous intent.

The score is 3-1.

Chen Jin wins!

(End of this chapter)