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

Chapter 375 Lend Me a Little Champion's Luck

It was past ten o'clock when we got back to the hotel.

Chen Jin took out his phone and, as soon as he connected to the internet, received a message from Zhang Jiahao.

It's a few photos.

That was all.

Not to mention voice communication.

Everything was understood without words, and Chen Jin instantly comprehended it.

Because all of these photos show Zhang Jiahao holding the trophy.

Today is the final day of the WTT Turkey tournament.

Zhang Jiahao is competing in three events, having already won the men's doubles and mixed doubles titles.

He only needs the singles title to become a three-time champion in this tournament.

Given Zhang Jiahao's attention-seeking personality, how could he not show it off to Chen Jin?
Of course, his mindset was at most like his son in kindergarten showing off his award certificate to his father.

"good."

Chen Jin's reply was concise: "Keep up the good work."

After saying that, he placed his phone on the bedside table.

Turning to Xie Mingyang, he asked, "Will you go first or should I?"

"You go first."

Xie Mingyang sat on the edge of the bed, holding his phone, seemingly replying to a message.

"OK."

Chen Jin went straight into the bathroom.

Shortly after.

Warm steam filled the bathroom, reflecting off the glass in a hazy, indistinct way.

Fine water droplets trickled down the tiled wall, leaving intermittent wet streaks.

Chen Jin grabbed a towel and began wiping his wet hair.

Sudden.

Xie Mingyang's voice rang out, piercing the silence of the room: "Zhang Jiahao is video calling you."

"Please answer this for me."

Chen Jin didn't stop what he was doing; he picked up a hairdryer and started blowing his hair.

"it is good."

Xie Mingyang skillfully connected the video call with a single swipe.

A radiant face immediately appeared on the phone screen.

Zhang Jiahao grinned, his smile so bright it almost overflowed the screen: "Jin..."

next second.

Her smile suddenly froze.

"You, surnamed Xie, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Jiahao's tone changed, revealing undisguised disdain, "Where's my brother Jin?"

The speed at which his expression changed would make even an Oscar-winning actor exclaim in admiration.

"bath."

Xie Mingyang remained expressionless, his tone indifferent.

In fact, his gaze wasn't even focused on the phone screen; his fingers were casually swiping across the tablet next to him.

Zhang Jiahao said, "Hey Xie, I'll show you two good things."

"Not interested in."

Xie Mingyang said coldly.

However, Zhang Jiahao seemed not to hear him and adjusted the angle of his phone.

Followed by.

Two championship medals, along with Zhang Jiahao's smug face, appeared on the screen.

"Hey Xie, did you see that? Open your eyes wide and look!"

Zhang Jiahao laughed triumphantly, much like Wang Baoqiang returning his phone in the movie Lost in Thailand, "I won two more championships, hahahaha..."

"Hey Xie, are you afraid of being blinded by my championship trophy, so you don't dare to look at me?"

Hear the words.

Xie Mingyang finally raised his eyes, glanced at him, and snorted coldly: "Heh."

Such a lukewarm response clearly failed to satisfy Zhang Jiahao's desire to show off.

Zhang Jiahao leaned forward, his voice suddenly rising: "Hey Xie, if you're envious and jealous, just say so. Don't keep it bottled up inside."

"By the way, you didn't even make it out of the group stage of the Asian Cup, did you? Hmm—"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, making it sound long and annoying, and raised his eyebrows high.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Xie Mingyang's lips curled slightly. "First in the group, Zhang Ben second."

"cut."

Zhang Jiahao scoffed, "Don't think that just because you beat Zhang Ben once, you can act all high and mighty and fly to the sky, standing shoulder to shoulder with the sun."

"The opponents I defeated this time were all formidable."

"Do you know Simon Gauzy? I just beat him in the semi-finals yesterday."

As he spoke, he patted his chest forcefully, making no attempt to hide his boasting, "So tell me, am I strong or not?"

"I'll talk about it if I can win."

Xie Mingyang remained as unyielding as an Arctic iceberg, his tone flat.

"You wait."

Zhang Jiahao quickly wiped his nose, pointed at Xie Mingyang through the screen, and said, "Give me a chance, and I'll make you cry!"

at this time.

The bathroom door creaked open.

Chen Jin came out wearing a loose white t-shirt and sweatpants.

"You finally came out."

Xie Mingyang handed over his phone, saying, "I don't have much in common with this person."

Chen Jin smiled and reached out to take it.

On the screen, Zhang Jiahao seemed to have pressed the switch button instantly.

One second his face was full of provocation, the next it was filled with a bright, sunny smile, and his eyes turned into crescent shapes.

Especially her voice, it's so sweet it's almost dripping with honey.

"Brother Jin!"

Zhang Jiahao practically leaped out of his phone screen, shouting, "You're finally out!"

"You performed well in this competition."

Chen Jin smiled and said, "I'm just one men's singles title away from completing this."

"Yes."

Zhang Jiahao chuckled, "The singles final is coming up soon. I wanted to borrow something from you, Brother Jin, while I'm taking a break from the toilet."

"Borrowing something from me?"

Chen Jin laughed, "Borrow what? Toilet paper? I'll airdrop it to you?"

"Of course it's your championship luck."

Zhang Jiahao gestured with his hand, "Just a pinch is enough, give me some blessing."

"You're the champion now, why would you need to borrow from me?"

Chen Jin's smile deepened. "With two crowns in hand, the world is yours."

"Different."

Zhang Jiahao shook his head and said, "Brother Jin, your championship luck is so strong that even my ancestors couldn't withstand it."

His statement was not without basis.

With his luck, praying to his ancestors almost always worked.

The only exception was his match against Chen Jin, where he had prayed to his ancestors for the championship, but it had never come true. "Alright."

Chen Jin chuckled, rubbing his forehead, "May I give you a squeeze?"

In fact, in his view, there is no such thing as championship luck.

It was just to give Zhang Jiahao some confidence before the finals.

"Your opponent in the final is Xue Fei?"

Chen Jin asked.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jiahao was taken aback. "Brother Jin, how did you know?"

"Don't think I didn't watch your game."

Chen Jin smiled.

Hear the words.

Zhang Jiahao was stunned again.

Given Chen Jin's current status as the world's number one player, the competitions he participates in are at least the WTT Championship Series.

Such events as the WTT side tournaments, in theory, would not even be of interest to Chen Jin.

Moreover, Chen Jin himself also has competitions and is usually busy with training, so he doesn't have much time to spare.

Zhang Jiahao never expected that Chen Jin would know so much about his match.

"Brother Jin..."

A strange light flashed in Zhang Jiahao's eyes.

Don't wait for him to speak.

But Chen Jin put away his joking expression and said seriously, "Don't be careless when facing Xue Fei."

"His penhold backhand topspin and backhand rallies are both fierce and steady; he's got something special."

"However, his weakness lies in short balls."

"And his forehand is also a big sieve."

"When you play against him, focus on his forehand side and don't let him comfortably stand on the left side of the table and go toe-to-toe with your backhand."

When Xue Fei first debuted, he had a bold, unconventional style and was known as "Little Wang Hao".

However, compared to Wang Hao's two powerful attacks, Xue Fei's forehand became his most fatal weakness.

more importantly.

Xue Fei's backhand and mid-court rally ability are enough to rival those of shakehand grip players.

However, it has no advantage in terms of speed.

Once you encounter a player who focuses on attack speed, you will be put on the defensive.

"understand!"

Zhang Jiahao nodded vigorously, his eyes suddenly sharpening. "If I can't beat you, Brother Jin, surely I can beat a mere Xue Fei?"

"The two and a half years you spent with Brother Jin in the S Province team were not for nothing."

Back when I was training with Chen Jin, I suffered a lot from the penhold grip.

My experience points are already maxed out.

"Row."

Chen Jin laughed and said, "If I win the singles championship, I'll treat you to a meal when I get back."

"hot pot!"

Zhang Jiahao shouted almost reflexively, his eyes instantly brightening tenfold, as if he could already smell the spicy and fragrant aroma, "And it has to be authentic Chongqing hot pot!"

"Nine-compartment hot pot, butter broth, super spicy, tripe, duck intestines, beef aorta... hiss—"

Before he could finish speaking, he exaggeratedly slurped his saliva, "Brother Jin, you have no idea how much I've missed hot pot these past few days in Türkiye!"

"no problem."

Chen Jin readily agreed.

Seeing Zhang Jiahao's greedy look, a smile spread across her eyes.

"It's a word."

Zhang Jiahao clenched his fist excitedly.

Then, as if remembering something, his expression changed: "Damn it, it's almost time."

"Brother Jin, I have to..."

The camera suddenly shook violently, and the scene spun around.

Zhang Jiahao, phone in one hand and pants in the other, stood up: "Damn, no... my legs are numb... numb..."

Followed by.

I heard the sound of water rushing in.

The image stabilized again.

Zhang Jiahao's face reappeared, a hint of pain showing between his brows.

"Brother Jin, time's almost up, it's my turn to go on stage."

Zhang Jiahao said, "Please wish me well..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

A powerful roar, like a thunderclap, came from off-camera.

"Zhang Jiahao!"

It was Li Qian's voice, "Did you fall into the toilet?"

"The match is about to start, hurry up!"

Zhang Jiahao looked up and replied, "Instructor Li, my legs are numb."

Having finished speaking.

He looked down at his phone screen and spoke as fast as a machine gun.

"Brother Jin, wait for my good news."

Before the words were even finished, the screen went black, and the video call abruptly ended.

The room suddenly fell silent.

The only sound was a low hum from the air conditioner vents.

Xie Mingyang held his phone and tapped the screen a few times with his fingertip.

"Türkiye is five hours behind us, so they should be..."

Xie Mingyang pondered for a moment, "Around 5:30 pm."

Chen Jin understood and walked over to pick up the remote control.

next second.

The TV screen lights up.

Xie Mingyang used a series of steps to project the live broadcast of the match from his phone onto the TV screen.

Screen switching.

This is the scene of the singles final of the WTT branch tournament.

The venue is small and feels somewhat cramped.

The audience in the stands was sparse.

The venue setup had a rudimentary, hastily cobbled-together feel to it.

The narrator's voice was in a foreign language that even Xie Mingyang couldn't understand.

The background noise also included a few hollow echoes.

"No Chinese stream."

Xie Mingyang shrugged slightly and finally gave up.

"fine."

Chen Jin picked up his phone, pointed it at the TV screen, framed Xie Mingyang and himself in the frame, and recorded a short video that lasted a few seconds.

Then, send it to Zhang Jiahao.

"come on!"

Chen Jin's fingers flew across the screen, "Old Xie and I are with you."

(End of this chapter)