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

Chapter 333 Ancestors, help me break through the barrier!
At the start of the second round, neither side engaged in a prolonged battle on the table.

Serves are primarily no-spin and topspin.

When receiving a serve, you can either chop it long or flick it.

Both sides' intentions were clear: to force the game into a stalemate.

Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong's first three skills are among the best in the country.

Once they launch a preemptive attack, not only Zhang Jiahao, but even Chen Jin will feel somewhat passive.

After all, doubles is different from singles; you need to consider your teammate's performance.

However, Chen Jin's first three moves were even better than those of the other two.

They take the lead and make their moves immediately.

The steady yet powerful output astonished everyone present.

In addition, Chen Jin can effortlessly execute dazzling techniques such as swaying, forehand twisting, and backhand cutting.

"Chen Jin's flying explosive strike has the skill you had back in the day."

Liu Guoliang stood in the crowd with his arms crossed, smiling as he spoke to Ma Lin beside him.

"More than that."

Marin shrugged slightly. "Chen Jin's flying smash is more violent than mine."

Like he was back then, it was still the era of small ball.

It has strong rotation and high speed.

In contrast, the size and material of ping-pong balls have undergone several major changes, and their spin and speed are no longer what they used to be.

In this situation, Chen Jin's flying smash, in terms of explosiveness, speed, landing point and technique, is no less than Marin's back then.

No wonder Marin made such a remark.

"And Chen Jin's sudden, half-exit shot..."

Marin smiled and said, "This purple biscuit has the purest flavor."

There are quite a few penhold grip players in the Chinese national table tennis team.

For example, Xue Fei and Xu Haidong.

However, in order to compete with shakehand grip players on the backhand, they neglected the fundamentals and focused on practicing backhand topspin techniques.

However, they overlooked the most essential element of the straight-edged phone.

—Control of the table and forehand attack.

Today, we finally see the purest penhold grip technique in Chen Jin.

While talking.

The situation on the field is constantly changing, with each side chasing the other.

Having broken free from the misconception of focusing on internal power struggles, Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong are gradually getting into better shape.

Fierce attacks and violent stalemates... quickly widened the score gap.

5: 8.

Seeing that he was leading, Wang Chuqin couldn't help but smile slightly: "It'll still be a stalemate."

In the Chinese Table Tennis Super League, the reason why he and Liang Jingkun lost was largely because Chen Jin's partner was Lin Yun-ju.

Whether in terms of individual skill or doubles experience, Lin Yun-Ju is clearly superior to Zhang Jia-Hao.

"They've switched to some nobody, and with this kind of lineup, they think they can beat me in doubles?"

Wang Chuqin sneered inwardly, "Do you really think my World Table Tennis Championships doubles title and Olympic mixed doubles title were just a windfall, something I picked up for free?"

His gaze shifted to the opposite side.

Chen Jinzheng and Zhang Jiahao were seen whispering to each other, discussing tactics for the next ball.

"You were lucky enough to win the first game, and you're still not satisfied?"

Wang Chuqin's eyes sharpened. "The gap in hard power cannot be bridged by tactics alone."

Wang Chuqin is confident that his partnership with Lin Shidong has become increasingly harmonious during the competition.

As long as Zhang Jiahao is the key figure, no matter how strong Chen Jin is, he will still be powerless to turn the tide.

Zhang Jiahao serves.

Right half of the platform.

Do not forward.

Lin Shidong stepped forward and positioned himself short of the center line.

The trajectory and landing point were perfectly controlled.

It was initially thought that, given Chen Jin's playing style, he would likely return the ball to the control panel.

Wang Chuqin was even prepared to stretch it out.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin made a decisive move, twisting and pulling the diagonal line straight at the opponent's left side of the table.

Fortunately, Wang Chuqin reacted very quickly, stepped back from the stage in time, and quickly brought out a diagonal shot.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiahao was already in position, waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree stump.

Swing the ball in a circular motion with your forehand, then pull it back in a straight line.

"Snapped!"

This shot may have lacked power and cannot be compared to Chen Jin's.

Rotation, landing point, arc... all have reached the pinnacle of perfection.

The ping-pong ball flew through the air, drawing a strange, slanted arc, before slamming hard onto the table.

Lin Shidong leaped forward, attempting to pull back.

Unfortunately, the shot missed its target, hitting the edge of the paddle.

歘!
The ball went out of bounds.

Chen Jin initiated the attack with a twist, and Zhang Jiahao countered with a pull to score, demonstrating their seamless teamwork.

"Choo-hoo!"

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao faced each other, clenching their fists and roaring with overwhelming force, "Chao—"

8: 6.

Although this point didn't reverse the deficit, it seemed to open a valve.

Zhang Jiahao's touch, in particular, suddenly became incredibly hot.

Lin Shidong serves.

Short on the lower side.

Chen Jin posed for a half-stage performance.

Wang Chuqin's high lob.

The arc was low and flat, with a strong rotation, flying towards Zhang Jiahao's right side of the table.

Zhang Jiahao stood firm, unhurriedly, and with a backhand flick, used the momentum to make a side cut.

"laugh!"

The original topspin ball was forcibly turned into a strong backspin by his flick.

Lin Shidong was well aware of this.

Slide to the side and attack with a forehand.

"Snapped!"

Unfortunately, Lin Shidong ultimately underestimated the spin of Zhang Jiahao's side cut.

Friction failed to counteract the rotation.

The ball went into the net.

8: 7.

Seeing that the opponent scored two points in a row, both by Zhang Jiahao, Wang Chuqin's face darkened and his brows furrowed.

"Should we call a timeout?"

Lin Shidong said in a low voice.

In this situation, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao have been scoring consecutive points, and their momentum has clearly been established.

If we need to pause at this point, it can both disrupt the opponent's rhythm and allow us to adjust our own state and discuss tactics.

"Need not."

Wang Chuqin flatly refused, saying, "We are still leading by one point and have the initiative. As long as we can get back on track in our attack, we can take the game in one fell swoop."

Turning his head, he leaned closer to Lin Shidong and lowered his voice, "Give Chen Jinfeng a side half-outboard move, let him do a high hook with his backhand, and I'll go for it."

"it is good."

Lin Shidong nodded.

Without a doubt, Wang Chuqin wanted to take the initiative to shoulder the offensive pressure.

Second serve.

Lin Shidong did as he was told and performed a half-stage sideways pose.

As Wang Chuqin predicted, Chen Jin indeed executed a backhand high loop drive.

Anticipating the landing point, Wang Chuqin turned sideways in advance, fell to the ground, and sprinted forward.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball, like a ferocious cheetah, bared its fangs and claws, pouncing towards the opponent's center.
This shot was powerful and heavy, with an astonishing momentum.

"wild!"

Zhang Jiahao's expression changed slightly.

However, he did not panic.

Hold the racket horizontally in front of your chest, lean forward, lower your center of gravity, and press your thumb firmly against the racket.

Facing the incoming ball, use its force to close out and defend.

boom!
A tremendous force slammed into the racket.

The tiger's mouth trembled.

However, Zhang Jiahao did not back down at all and stood his ground.

A miracle suddenly occurred.

Wang Chuqin's explosive charge after falling to the ground was actually defended by Zhang Jiahao.

Using the opponent's force against them, the speed is extremely fast.

Lin Shidong was caught off guard and was a little slow in getting to the ball, so he could only watch helplessly as it flew past him.

8: 8.

The score is tied.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

The roars of Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao echoed once again throughout the huge training hall.

"This didn't kill Zhang Jiahao?"

Did you get incredibly lucky?

Wang Chuqin's brows were furrowed like a twisted rope.

Leading 8-5, the opponent tied the game in just two minutes.

More importantly, Wang Chuqin, brimming with confidence, charged forward after falling to the ground, believing he would surely kill Zhang Jiahao.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Jiahao managed to defend against it.

Wang Chuqin's mood immediately soured.

He silently put down his racket, made a timeout gesture, turned around, picked up a towel, and walked straight to the sidelines.

"Brother Jin."

Zhang Jiahao picked up Chen Jin's towel, smiled, and handed it to Chen Jin, saying, "I think my touch is unbeatable now."

"I even managed to defend against Wang Chuqin's explosive dive; my shot was just too good."

He boasted and bragged, his face beaming with pride.

Chen Jin wiped his sweat: "The competition isn't over yet, don't get carried away."

"Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong's strength is undeniable; we can't be too careless."

In the second game, although the score had been tied, judging from the content of the game, Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong were indeed more aggressive than the two of them in the rallies.

"clear."

Zhang Jiahao suppressed his smile and nodded.

His gaze shifted, glancing at Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong, noticing that the two were frowning and talking in hushed tones.

"I don't quite understand why Wang Chuqin didn't call a timeout when the score was 7-8, but only now?"

Zhang Jiahao asked in confusion.

"Perhaps he was confident that he could win against us in one fell swoop."

Chen Jin speculated.

"With my brother Jin around, I don't know where he gets his confidence from?"

Zhang Jiahao chuckled, "Brother Jin, it's tied at eight to eight. How are we going to play from here?"

"Do you have any idea?"

Chen Jin countered with a question.

"I?"

Zhang Jiahao grinned and said, "Of course I'll listen to you."

"Without a doubt, Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong will definitely intensify their efforts and fight hard in the upcoming matches."

Chen Jin pondered for a moment and said, "When I serve later, I'll switch to a high toss with or without spin. You prepare to follow up with the next shot, and we'll go all out and have a rally with them."

"If we can fight this game, the third game will be much easier."

"Are you confident?"

Zhang Jiahao curled his lips into a smile, a sharp glint in his eyes: "Of course."

Pause back.

Chen Jin indeed switched to a high-toss serve.

The small ping-pong ball flew towards Wang Chuqin's forehand side.

Wang Chuqin didn't use short or long strokes, but instead quickly stepped forward, seized the landing point, raised his elbow and lowered his shoulder, and twisted and pulled with his backhand.

Unfortunately, he couldn't adapt to Chen Jin's varied serve spin.

It hit the net and went out of bounds.

9: 8.

The duo of Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao scored four consecutive points, turning the tide of the game.

"Whoo~"

Wang Chuqin glanced down at his racket.

An invisible pressure rippled through my heart.

"Hold on!"

Wang Chuqin took a deep breath.

He bent over and stared intently at Chen Jin's serve.

Still a forehand high toss.

Wang Chuqin showed no mercy and also chose to twist and pull.

This time, we didn't eat at the restaurant.

The ping-pong ball, carrying intense spin, hurtles forward like lightning, launching a sudden attack down a straight line.

Zhang Jiahao defends with a backhand touch.

Lin Shidong sprinted sideways.

Chen Jin's withdrawal from Taiwan backfired.

Wang Chuqin suddenly leaped and attacked the middle lane.

At this moment, Zhang Jiahao had already retreated to the center of the platform, squatting down, almost touching the ground.

Once the arc descends, it will pull back at extremely low altitude.

"Break!"

The bizarre arc nearly caused Lin Shidong to suffer another serious injury.

Fortunately, Lin Shidong reacted quickly, started again, and saved a high ball.

Chen Jin stood near the platform, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"Snapped!"

It was a household name.

Chen Jin slammed the board down angrily.

The force was so great that the ping-pong ball almost cracked.

Wang Chuqin turned to the side, attempting to pull back, but missed.

8: 10.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao took the lead and secured the game point.

"Pretty!"

Liu Guoliang couldn't help but applaud, looking at Zhang Jiahao with new respect, "Low-altitude slingshot, that's something."

"That was a good shot."

Marin narrowed his eyes as he looked at Zhang Jiahao. "Although this kid doesn't have much power and his topspin isn't that aggressive, he has a good feel for the ball and his wrist is flexible. He has a bit of the penhold grip style. He's a promising talent."

"Being able to stay calm and score five consecutive points after being down 5 to 8, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao are young but have strong hearts."

Liu Zhiqiang nodded, "Now it's up to Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong to break this deadlock."

The serve returned to Wang Chuqin's hands.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Jiahao saw Wang Chuqin holding a ping-pong ball, looking thoughtful, and whispered to Chen Jin, "Brother Jin, it's a crucial point. Will Wang Chuqin use some kind of magic attack?"

"possible."

Chen Jindao.

"what?"

Zhang Jiahao asked with a mournful face, "Then what should I do?"

Having finally turned the tide, he didn't want to squander his lead because of his poor serve reception.

"Wang Chuqin's magic is simply that the rotation is difficult to judge."

Chen Jinwei shrugged. "Whether you can get on the table or not, whether you get to catch the serve, depends entirely on your luck."

"Relying on my luck?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiahao perked up, full of confidence, "Isn't that a sure thing?"

As expected, Wang Chuqin changed his serve to a hook serve.

Since both of them are left-handed, Zhang Jiahao cannot stand on the right like Chen Jin.

"Holy crap, where's the ball?"

When Zhang Jiahao faced Wang Chuqin's hook shot for the first time on the court, he was a little stunned.

At this moment, he finally understood why Wang Chuqin was called Big Head.

Their main concern is that they don't have to worry about rain.

You have such a big head, is it just to cover up the ball?

I didn't have time to think about it.

Zhang Jiahao shouted in his heart, "Ancestors, help me break through the barrier!"

At the same time, quickly step forward and twist the ball with your backhand.

laugh!
There was no netting, nor was it outside the designated area.

Smoothly pull it onto the platform.

"Thank you, ancestors!"

Zhang Jiahao was overjoyed.

Facing Zhang Jiahao's cross-court topspin, Lin Shidong quickly moved to cover and countered with a forehand topspin down the line.

Chen Jin quickly ripped through the middle lane with a backhand.

Wang Chuqin used the momentum to quickly lead the way.

The ball flew like lightning, hurtling towards the far corner of the left half of the table.

Zhang Jiahao leaped forward, but couldn't pull back in time.

In a moment of inspiration, he cut off a piece of wood.

A miracle occurred again.

The ping-pong ball somehow bypassed the net and floated lightly into the opponent's half of the table.

The curve is low and flat.

Wang Chuqin hurriedly stepped forward, gently pushed the ball back, and barely managed to return it.

On the other side, Chen Jin had been waiting for a long time.

Swing it out with a forehand.

"Snapped!"

Rushing to the halfway point of the stage.

It penetrates the baseboard with force, piercing through instantly.

Lin Shidong couldn't possibly stop him.

11: 8.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao have won another victory.

As the second game ended, the surrounding crowd, still immersed in Chen Jin's powerful half-out-of-bounds attack, couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

"I just went to the bathroom, how come Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao won the second game? Wasn't it 5-8 just now? What happened?"

"Holy crap, they scored six points in a row and turned the game around... Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, this men's doubles pair, are really strong."

"At first, I thought Zhang Jiahao would be a burden, but his performance far exceeded my expectations."

"In the final game, I wonder if Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong can come back from a 0-2 deficit to win 3-2?"

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(End of this chapter)