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

Chapter 334 Aerial Overlord's Twist! Defeat the Wang Lin Duo!

"2:0."

Although the match was not over yet, Liu Guoliang did not expect that the men's doubles pair of Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong would lose so badly.

Especially the second game.

Despite being in the lead, they were overtaken by Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao.

Doubles and singles are essentially two different concepts.

Often, 1+1 is not necessarily greater than or equal to 2.

However, it is also closely related to individual ability.

Although Chen Jin is strong, Zhang Jiahao is clearly far inferior to Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong.

The fact that the two of them could produce such a result when paired together truly surprised Liu Guoliang.

It should be noted that he has coached the Chinese national table tennis team for more than ten years, so he has a good eye for talent.

"Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong's rhythm has been disrupted."

Ma Lin, standing next to him, nodded and said, "Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao have pretty good touches."

Chen Jin is a penhold grip player, so that's fine.

Moreover, given Chen Jin's skill level, whatever kind of shot he plays is nothing new or surprising.

On the other hand, Zhang Jiahao, despite being a penhold grip player, has a style of play that resembles that of a straight grip player.

"I heard that Zhang Jiahao is from the Shanghai team."

Liu Zhiqiang laughed.

"The Shanghai team?"

Marin suddenly realized, "No wonder his playing style looked familiar; he probably plays with Xu Xin a lot."

Upon hearing this, everyone smiled knowingly.

"This is the third game."

Liu Guoliang asked casually, "Which group do you think has more potential?"

This statement came out.

Marin and the others looked at each other, but no one spoke.

"Li Qian".

Liu Guoliang smiled and said, "Tell me what you think."

"I?"

Li Qian, who was suddenly named, was caught in the crossfire and hesitated, saying, "I...I think...I favor Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao more."

"why?"

Liu Guoliang's smile remained unchanged.

"because……"

Li Qian smiled wryly, "I am the head coach of Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, and I must firmly believe in them."

"You boy."

Liu Guoliang laughed and cursed.

He then fell silent and turned his gaze back to the competition field.

At this moment.

Both players have now taken to the field.

Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong walked briskly while discussing in hushed tones, clearly intending to take a gamble.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao walked side by side, their steps in sync.

Even the gesture of breathing on the racket is exactly the same.

Sitting on the referee's bench, Wang Hao looked at the two men and vaguely saw two figures who seemed to have traveled from more than ten years ago and overlapped with him.

"Whoo~"

Wang Hao let out a long breath.

He tossed the ping-pong ball he had been playing with for a long time high into the air to Lin Shidong.

"Third game, 0-0."

Wang Hao raised his hand. "Lin Shidong serves."

Zhang Jiahao was the one receiving the serve.

Looking down at the hand gesture Wang Chuqin made, Lin Shidong glanced at Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, who had already taken their positions.

This is a crucial situation, and we cannot afford to lose.

A resolute look flashed in Lin Shidong's eyes as he bent down, tossed the ball, and prepared to start his racket.

Diagonal, shorter on the upper side.

Zhang Jiahao quickly started moving, seized the landing point, lowered his shoulders and raised his elbows, tucked his wrists inward, and twisted his arm to generate power.

"laugh!"

It wasn't very strong, nor was it very fast.

However, the rotation is extremely strong.

It flies towards the center line of the opponent's table.

In a best-of-five match, they have already lost two games.

If they lose again, they will lose more than just an intra-team match, and also their doubles qualification for the WTT Singapore Grand Slam.

More importantly, it may affect his status in the Chinese national table tennis doubles field.

Therefore, in this round, they went all out.

Facing Zhang Jiahao's diagonal twist, Wang Chuqin pushed off with his foot and leaped out.

With a powerful forehand swing, he swung the racket.

"Snapped!"

A sudden, explosive surge in a straight line.

Power, speed, landing point... all demonstrate Wang Chuqin's strength as the world's number one.

Anyone else would have had their left side of the table shattered by that shot.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Chen Jin.

Chen Jin seemed to have anticipated this, stepping back half a step from the stage, squatting slightly, and tensing his thigh muscles.

Lower and relax your right arm, and tuck your wrist inward to store power.

Facing the incoming ball, unleash a powerful backhand flick.

Chen Jin perfectly controlled the fleeting angle and timing of his shot.

"Snapped!"

With a thunderous sound, the ping-pong ball, like a meteorite, crashed into the left half of the table on the opposite side.

Upon seeing this, Lin Shidong's pupils suddenly contracted.

We dare not be careless at all.

Stand firmly in a horse stance, and press your index finger against the board.

Shift your weight forward and push gently with your forearm.

"boom!"

Lin Shidong actually managed to defend against Chen Jin's shot, which was like a cannonball.

Reverse lock straight.

Zhang Jiahao had already turned to the side, preparing to pull back.

Unexpectedly, Lin Shidong used this opportunity to push the ball straight down.

The speed is so fast that there's simply no time to switch.

1: 0.

Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong took the lead in the third game.

"Choo-hoo!"

The two clenched their fists and roared, "Braise—"

It was as if they could see the dawn of victory.

Despite the initial setback, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao remained calm and composed, showing no signs of tension or panic.

With a 2-0 lead, it should be the opponents who are panicking.

Moreover, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao had already guessed that their opponents would fight hard in the third round.

"In this situation, there are two tactical strategies to deal with it."

"One approach is to strengthen control within the platform, restrict the opponent's offensive capabilities, and seize the opportunity to counterattack."

"Another option is... to stop killing with killing."

Having been teammates with Chen Jin for nearly three years, how could Zhang Jiahao not understand Chen Jin's thoughts?

"I'd rather die standing than live kneeling."

Zhang Jiahao's eyes were resolute, as if they were gleaming with the sharpness of swords. "Kill!"

Since the two had made a "fight fire with fire" tactical arrangement before the match, they were naturally prepared for the risks that the tactic would bring.

However, Chen Jin cautioned, "It's right to act decisively, but don't turn to the side prematurely based on your own ideas. Instead, make a judgment based on your opponent."

"clear."

Zhang Jiahao nodded.

Just now, he hadn't even seen Lin Shidong's shot clearly before he turned to the side, which was indeed a bit too aggressive.

"come on!"

Chen Jin patted Zhang Jiahao on the back lightly, "Keep your eyes on the ball."

"Hey hey hey..."

Zhang Jiahao stretches his muscles and bones.

Together with Chen Jin, they bent over and bent down.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, and his expression was as tense as a fully drawn bow.

Lin Shidong serves.

Do not forward.

Zhang Jiahao's racket is slightly upright, and he performs a long backhand topspin.

Wang Chuqin stepped forward and executed a high loop drive.

The arc is low, and the landing point is shallow.

Chen Jin originally thought that Wang Chuqin was going to charge straight ahead again.

They set up their formation, ready to retaliate.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chuqin slowed down his attack.

Fortunately, this shot wasn't very fast.

In addition, Chen Jin reacted quickly, restarted the game, and waited for the ball to fall so that the force could be released from under the table.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiahao knew that Chen Jin's return shot would inevitably go high, so he didn't hesitate and decisively stepped back from the table to prepare for the challenge.

As it turned out, things went exactly as expected.

"Snapped!"

Lin Shidong suddenly burst into laughter.

The ball, like a cannonball, hurtled towards the left half of the table.

Zhang Jiahao flicked the ball high with his forehand.

A fierce killing intent surfaced in Wang Chuqin's eyes as he leaped up and violently smashed the ball.

"Snapped!"

Surprisingly, Wang Chuqin did not miss this high shot.

Continue to suppress the opponent's left side of the table.

Moreover, the landing point was so tricky that it hit Chen Jin's backhand corner hard.

The difficulty of extinguishing the fire has increased dramatically.

But Chen Jin did not give up.

With two consecutive cross steps, he leaped into the air at superhuman speed.

He almost lost control of his momentum and rushed out, nearly crashing into the surrounding barriers.

"Wow!"

There were exclamations.

Chen Jin managed to save that shot.

"Ok?"

"There are still more?"

Lin Shidong raised an eyebrow.

His eyes suddenly flashed with killing intent, and he swung his racket, smashing it down the middle.

At this moment, Zhang Jiahao retreated to the mid-to-long range, shouted loudly, and swung his left arm in a wide arc, pulling back to the limit.

Wang Chuqin stood firmly on the platform, then fell to the ground and slammed forward.

"Snapped!"

It was like a thunderclap rising from the ground.

The small ping-pong ball, carrying unparalleled killing intent, powerfully smashed towards the opponent's right half of the table.

Everyone present was deeply moved.

"It's over."

Xie Mingyang frowned slightly. "It's too late."

After all, Chen Jin was on the left side of the table when he tried to save the ball, and his body had not yet settled.

How could one possibly traverse the entire table and save the right half of the table in just one second?
Even with Ryu Seung-min's terrifying footwork at his peak, I'm afraid...

Just when everyone was thinking that way.

Sudden.

A figure flashed past.

Like a shooting star. Like lightning.

Like a gust of wind, it miraculously appeared on the right side of the stage.

With the ping-pong ball barely a foot from the ground, Chen Jin scooped it out with his forehand, like a crescent moon, with explosive force.

A strange arc cuts through the void.

It barely touched the net before landing on the opponent's side of the table.

Before Lin Shidong could react, the ping-pong ball flew out from beside his hand.

"Fuck!"

Lin Shidong's pupils dilated in shock, and he stared in disbelief.

Not only him, but throughout the scene, gasps of astonishment rose and fell.

The huge training hall was as quiet as a chicken's nest.

"Holy crap, how did Chen Jin manage to save his forehands across the entire table?"

"That speed of movement is terrifying!"

"He's cheating! This kid is definitely cheating!"

……

An expression of utter shock enveloped everyone's face.

After a moment of silence.

Liu Guoliang was the first to react, leading the applause and shouting, "Great shot!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Instantly, applause thundered like three thousand bolts of lightning.

All eyes turned to Chen Jin, saluting him.

Lin Shidong was stunned by the ball and couldn't help but want to applaud.

Sudden.

A cold gaze shot over me, like a thorn in my back.

Lin Shidong felt a chill run down his spine and turned around. What came into view was Wang Chuqin's indifferent face.

"Chen Jin is now my opponent, how can I applaud my opponent?"

Taking a deep breath, Lin Shidong forced himself to suppress the shock in his heart.

In contrast, Chen Jin remained calm and composed.

After winning the game, raise your hand to signal.

Although it didn't wipe the net, it wasn't exactly grazing the edge.

"Winning this point was not just due to individual skill."

Off the court, Liu Guoliang smiled slightly and nodded in satisfaction, "What's more important is the trust and tacit understanding between Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao."

Chen Jin's second activation has put their side in a very passive position.

Fortunately, Zhang Jiahao stepped back from the stage in time, managing to bring the competition back on track.

Then, Chen Jin's incredible diving forehand was his own redemption.

"With such strength and chemistry, a doubles team can win the Singapore Grand Slam, let alone the Triple Crown, if they can maintain this level of performance."

After hearing Liu Guoliang's words...

Li Qian's heart skipped a beat: Was this the prelude to the Chen-Zhang duo taking off?
The thought hadn't changed, and the game continued.

Zhang Jiahao serves.

A sudden, unexpected attack, a quick and unexpected gain.

After all, if it's a short ball, Wang Chuqin's topspin attack can be quite threatening.

Unexpectedly, after the blow of losing the previous goal, Wang Chuqin focused even more intently on the ball.

Take a half step back and dash straight ahead sideways.

Chen Jin used his backhand to defend the middle, blocking Lin Shidong's forehand and backhand transitions.

As a result, Lin Shidong found it difficult to take the initiative and could only stick to one board.

Zhang Jiahao retaliated by tearing the paper apart.

Unfortunately, his strength was insufficient to break through his opponent's defenses.

Wang Chuqin retaliated.

Chen Jin took a step forward and swung his forehand diagonal shot.

Lin Shidong jumped in to save the day.

The quality of the return shot was not ideal.

Zhang Jiahao slid to the side, made a decisive attack, and charged straight ahead after falling to the ground.

Wang Chuqin reacted too late and was slightly slow to get back on defense.

2: 1.

"Choo-hoo!"

Once again, the roars of Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, like the cries of dragons and the howls of tigers, echoed throughout the training hall.

Two consecutive balloons unleashed their full power, allowing them to completely overwhelm each other.

Next game.

Their attacks were like a raging storm.

Their defenses against each other were as solid as an impregnable fortress.

2: 2.

2: 3.

4: 2.

5: 2.

2: 6.

2: 7.

……

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao advanced triumphantly, unstoppable.

Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong, though barely clinging to life, continued to attempt a strong attack to break through the encirclement.

Unfortunately, the all-out fighting style is a double-edged sword.

Once you fall into a disadvantageous position, you'll make more mistakes.

Moreover, Zhang Jiahao's touch is already on fire, and his fighting ability is comparable to Xu Xin at his peak.

Despite the combined violence of Wang Chuqin and Lin Shidong, they were unable to break through Zhang Jiahao's defenses.

Not to mention Chen Jin, a monster with maxed-out offensive and defensive capabilities.

As Lin Shidong served, he stole a fast, long backspin shot, catching Zhang Jiahao off guard and causing his return shot to go into the net.

That's how they managed to pull one point back.

7: 3.

Switch sides and serve.

Zhang Jiahao sent a short message to test his knowledge.

Wang Chuqin twists a straight line with his backhand.

Chen Jin quickly tore it apart by taking advantage of the situation.

Lin Shidong counter-attacked the middle lane.

Zhang Jiahao applied the protective sticker.

Wang Chuqin unleashed a powerful forehand smash from the side.

Chen Jin retreated to the center of the table and unleashed a powerful backhand attack.

Lin Shidong rallies with forehand shots.

Zhang Jiahao pulled back at low altitude.

Wang Chuqin took a short breath.

Unfortunately, the spin couldn't be controlled, and it rose a bit too high.

Chen Jin rushed to the platform like lightning.

"Snapped!"

Backhand bomb.

It crashed head-on into Lin Shidong.

Lin Shidong leaned back, staggered backward, and ultimately failed to save the ball.
8: 3.

Second serve.

Zhang Jiahao has grown taller again.

However, Wang Chuqin held firm, twisting his body to the side and pulling a diagonal shot, catching Chen Jin off guard with his forehand.

4: 8.

Wang Chuqin did not forward the message.

Chen Jin is short.

Lin Shidong split it long.

Zhang Jiahao performs a backhand high loop.

Wang Chuqin followed suit, pulling the diagonal line with a swaying motion.

But this time, Chen Jin lunged at his forehand and launched a powerful counter-attack.

Lin Shidong responded.

Zhang Jiahao, positioned close to the table, used the opponent's force against them, delivering a fast forehand drive with tricky placement.

Wang Chuqin's pace was slightly slower.

4: 9.

"It's a crucial point again."

Zhang Jiahao whispered, "And Wang Chuqin still has the right to serve, so be careful of his hook shot."

What kind of rotation do you think it will be?

Chen Jin asked.

"Arch-top spiral,"

Zhang Jiahao said confidently, "I guess it's an arched spiral."

"it is good."

Chen Jin nodded, "I believe you."

As expected, Wang Chuqin served with a hook shot.

Familiar recipe, same taste.

Chen Jin did not hesitate at all. He pressed down on the take-off point, used the force of the fall to push the opponent diagonally.

What the hell!

It really is an arched spiral!

Chen Jin's shot was so fast that Wang Chuqin didn't even have time to move away before the ball was already in front of him.

He almost bumped into Lin Shidong.

10: 4.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao reached match point.

It is also the turning point of the match.

"Hold on!"

Chen Jin reminded them, "The competition isn't over yet, so don't let your mind wander."

"clear."

Zhang Jiahao took a deep breath.

Nerves were tense, not relaxed.

Chen Jin remained calm and composed, and made a quick, unhurried gesture.

Lin Shidong dared not make a move rashly and cautiously positioned himself short.

Zhang Jiahao swings back.

Wang Chuqin stepped forward, intending to twist, but suddenly changed his move midway, opting instead for a short strike.

Are you afraid of making a mistake and therefore hesitant to try?

Seeing the ball land on the right side of the table, Chen Jin suddenly leaped up and seized the forehand position.

The person seemed to freeze in mid-air for half a second.

At the same time, lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

"Snapped!"

Twist with a reverse grip.

No one can describe the power of that shot, nor can anyone describe its speed.

It was as if a white rainbow pierced the sun.

It instantly pierced through the right corner of the opponent's table.

"Fuck!"

At the scene, someone's eyes widened, "A mid-air backhand top-down twist?"

Power originates from the earth; this is an eternal truth.

But Chen Jinren, in mid-air, leaned back, yet relied solely on the strength of his fingers and wrists to twist out such terrifying power, speed, and rotation.

How could one not be amazed?
The moment the ball hits the ground.

Then Wang Hao loudly announced: "Third game, 11:4."

"The score is 3-0."

"Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao win!"

(End of this chapter)