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

Chapter 377 Competition on the Same Field: The Invisible Competition Between Wang Chuqin and Chen Jin!

"Snapped!"

A sharp white light, like lightning, tore through the air and slammed into the edge of the table tennis table before bouncing away.

Gao Chengrui hadn't even been able to make a proper reaction yet, only subconsciously swinging his racket at the empty racket.

On the scoreboard, the number representing Wang Chuqin jumped silently and then settled on a bright red "11".

"11:5."

The referee raised his hand to signal, and his voice rang out over the small battlefield of table number one.

The next second, it was engulfed and submerged by a tsunami of cheers and clamor, and it didn't seem so loud.

Wang Chuqin sniffed, his uneven face shrouded in a bitter and resentful expression, as if the whole world owed him money.

He put down his racket, grabbed a towel, wiped his face haphazardly, and walked towards the rest area on the sidelines.

As soon as the towel left his face, his gaze involuntarily drifted to the table next door, number two.

"Ok?"

Wang Chuqin frowned deeply. "Where are they?"

My gaze shifted, and that's when I noticed.

The first game in the next room had already ended, and Chen Jin and Matsushima Teru were in their respective rest areas, exchanging tactics with their coaches.

"So fast?"

Wang Chuqin's heart sank suddenly, and his gaze quickly swept towards the electronic scoreboard on table number two.

The bright red numbers were particularly jarring.

11: 5.

The score was the same as his.

However, Chen Jin clearly won more cleanly and decisively.

Just now.

The break between games has ended.

After giving Wang Hao a high five, Chen Jin took a towel, turned around, and walked towards the pool table.

His expression, posture, and steps were light and quick.

Followed by.

Matsushima Teru slowly made his way back to the pool table.

The two picked up their rackets again.

The second game is about to begin.

See this.

Wang Chuqin's fingers, which were gripping the towel, suddenly tightened.

A strange emotion welled up inside me, instantly choking me.

He won.

The score was 11-5, a clean win.

But what about Chen Jin?

The score was exactly the same, but the other team was leading by a whole break.

"We still didn't win fast enough."

Wang Chuqin gritted his teeth.

The gap is starkly obvious.

It wasn't the score difference, but the speed and control.

It's the kind of overwhelming, suffocating rhythm that comes from such unfathomable power.

"Big Head? Big Head..."

Liu Zhiqiang's slightly displeased voice pierced through Wang Chuqin's chaotic thoughts, "What are you thinking about? Are you even listening to me?"

"what?"

Wang Chuqin suddenly came to his senses, "Yes, yes, yes."

The casual answer and perfunctory attitude made Liu Zhiqiang frown slightly.

However, the other party is now the leading figure of the Chinese men's table tennis team, and despite his displeasure, he can only try his best to be patient.

"In the second game, Gao Chengrui will definitely fight hard. Let's stay calm and hold our ground..."

Before Liu Zhiqiang could finish speaking...

The referee's announcement came immediately: "Time."

Hear the sound.

Wang Chuqin turned and walked towards the arena.

"We must win the second game even faster!"

A sharp, ruthless glint flashed in the depths of his dark eyes as Wang Chuqin tossed the towel back into the basket.

Immediately, he grabbed his pool table and strode back to the table.

The cold touch of the racket handle couldn't quell the ever-growing fire in my heart.

Holding the ping-pong ball, Wang Chuqin took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his chest. His eyes instantly turned like a sharp, tempered blade, locking onto Gao Chengrui opposite him.

There was no probing, no preparation.

After tossing the ball low, pull your arm back sharply.

The body is like a taut bow, with the fingers and wrists releasing a burst of power.

"Hook serve?"

Gao Chengrui's expression changed slightly. "Damn it, was it necessary to unleash such a powerful move right from the start?"

In his haste, he took a short step.

The return shot went slightly high.

Wang Chuqin seemed to have anticipated this, and with great speed, he slid to the side, gathering his strength to prepare for the next shot.

He grimaced and strained his face.

"Snapped!"

A powerful forehand smash that barely reaches the table.

The instant the racket is swung.

The air fluctuated violently wherever it reached.

The sound of wind and thunder arose from the impact of the impact.

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

The small ping-pong ball suddenly transformed into a meteorite falling from the sky, carrying Wang Chuqin's rage as it hurtled towards Gao Chengrui.

Gao Chengrui hurriedly reached out to block.

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound.

Gao Chengrui turned around and, seemingly by accident, quickly made a diagonal forehand shot.

"Fuck!"

Wang Chuqin originally thought that this shot would definitely break through Gao Chengrui's defense.

But to his surprise, Gao Chengrui caught him completely off guard.

0: 1.

Gao Chengrui didn't react much after winning the point.

Instead, his coach suddenly jumped up from his seat, clenched his fist, and roared.

Wang Chuqin habitually sniffed, reached out and touched the ping-pong table, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.

The second serve was also a hook shot.

When Gao Chengrui received the serve, it went directly into the net.

1:1.
The score is tied.

With his excellent yet retro-styled front-row technique, Wang Chuqin scored a point.

There were no unnecessary movements, and his eyes were as cold and hard as iron.

Gao Chengrui glanced at the person opposite him and felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed the intense killing intent emanating from Wang Chuqin.

Switch sides and serve.

Gao Chengrui played standardly, serving a short, sideways ball to Wang Chuqin's forehand position.

Wang Chuqin pushed off with his foot, quickly stepped forward, seized the landing point, and twisted the diagonal line with his backhand.

Gao Chengrui seemed to have anticipated this, shifting his foot to the side and unleashing a powerful forehand smash.

A flash of white light, and it hurtled straight towards Wang Chuqin's center.

Wang Chuqin's pupils constricted slightly, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

The body's center of gravity is lowered extremely.

Facing that thunderous blow, he quickly delivered a cross-court shot to the wide corner.

Gao Chengrui's explosive momentum had not yet been fully recovered, and his body's center of gravity leaned forward.

He watched helplessly as the small white ball, with its tricky landing point, darted away from his hand.

1: 2.

Wang Chuqin showed no sign of pride; his gaze was even colder and more focused.

He intends to use this extremely fierce and aggressive style of attack to completely crush his opponent and shatter time.

Therefore, he played every ball as if it were his last point.

A powerful forehand smash, a backhand tear to the corner, a serve and an attack... every swing of the racket is infused with the power of the whole body, and every point is accompanied by a low growl suppressed deep in the throat.

He pushed the score up aggressively all the way.

3: 1.

4: 1.

1: 5.

2: 5.

6: 2.

……

The table tennis table seemed to have become Wang Chuqin's outlet for venting his frustrations, with each shot delivered with the ferocity of someone wanting to smash through the racket.

"3:7."

The referee reports the score.

Wang Chuqin walked to the side of the table again, touched the table, and wiped the sweat from his hands.

A slight stirring in his heart caused his gaze to involuntarily sweep towards the table next door, number two.

"I should be able to win this round faster than Chen Jin."

Wang Chuqin was full of confidence.

However, with just one glance, a chill instantly shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

It made all the muscles in his body stiffen for half a second.

The electronic scoreboard at table number two was displaying the score of the second game in a glaring manner.

11: 3!

"The second game... is over?"

"Chen Jin won again?"

Wang Chuqin's mind went blank, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Turning his head to look at the sidelines, he saw Chen Jin wiping his sweat and drinking water while listening to Wang Hao's tactical instructions.

Wang Hao's smile was harder to suppress than an AK.

On the other hand, Matsushima Teru walked to the sidelines, picked up a water bottle, and took several large gulps, his face revealing his undisguised frustration.

The third game!

Chen Jin has already played three games!
On our side, the score was only 7-3 in the second game!

There's a whole game's worth of gap between them!
The slight sense of advantage that had just been established vanished instantly, crushed by a cold and overwhelming sense of loss.

The score of "11:3" was like a red-hot iron, burning Wang Chuqin's eyes.

"Matsushima Teru... that piece of trash, he lost way too fast!"

An unnamed rage, mixed with immense anxiety and humiliation, surged up Wang Chuqin's head, burning his vision until it turned red.

What did my slight lead just now even mean?
The few points they fought so hard to win were a joke in the face of Chen Jin's crushing victory.

"Wang Chuqin!"

The referee's voice rang out again, tinged with obvious impatience.

Immediately, he raised a yellow card.

This suggests that Wang Chuqin is deliberately delaying the match.

"!"

Wang Chuqin suddenly woke up with a start.

He forcibly suppressed his surging emotions, and deep in his heart, only one thought remained.

fast!
Must be faster!

I will win the match even faster than Chen Jin!

Wang Chuqin bit his alveolar bone until it shattered.

However, haste makes waste.

When your mind is in turmoil, your rhythm falls apart.

An eagerness for quick success has replaced the previous ruthlessness and precision.

A backhand flick and a net shot went out of bounds.

4: 7.

Gao Chengrui pulled one back.

Serve again.

Wang Chuqin wanted to make excuses.

However, they failed to keep an eye on Gao Chengrui's subtle feints when he served.

It was thought to be a downward spin, but it was actually not spinning.

The ball bounced high.

"Chance!"

A glint flashed in Gao Chengrui's eyes, and without the slightest hesitation, he was like a cheetah that had been lying in wait for a long time.

Watch the ball coming and take a half-step to the side.

Pull your arms back to the limit, use your waist and abdomen to drive your arms, and burst out with all your power in an instant.

"Snapped!"

A deafening explosion.

The moment the ball touched it, it seemed to carry a spark.

A white, lightning-like afterimage shot straight towards Wang Chuqin's forehand baseline.

It's fast and the landing point is tricky.

Wang Chuqin crossed his steps and leaped into the air.

Unfortunately, we were a step too late.

The beam of death had already slammed into the barrier behind him, making a dull and loud "thud".

The entire baffle seemed to vibrate.

7: 5.

Wang Chuqin froze on the spot, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat, and then the cold air in the stadium made him feel icy cold.

Mistake!

Fatal mistake!

The opponent actually scored after a fierce battle!

This was like a bucket of ice water, mixed with the anxiety from being far ahead of Chen Jin, poured over his head.

Wang Chuqin squeezed his eyes shut.

When she opened her eyes again, the bloodshot veins in them were even more pronounced.

However, he forcefully suppressed that frantic impatience.

Instead, there is a cold, almost numb focus.

"We can't panic!"

"clam down!"

Taking a deep breath, Wang Chuqin forced himself to focus all his attention, and even all his anger, on the table tennis table in front of him.

Faced with Wang Chuqin's increasingly ruthless killing intent, Gao Chengrui decided to go all out.

Fighting to fight.

Serve, attack!
Twist and pull with your backhand to create an angle!

A series of powerful forehand smashes relentlessly suppressed the opponent's forehand position.

They played each ball with greater determination and ferocity.

Every point felt like dancing on a knife's edge.

Under Wang Chuqin's strong suppression, the score slowly climbed upwards.

7: 6.

6: 8.

7: 8.

8: 8.

8: 9.

……

Gao Chengrui even managed to take the lead at one point.

Unfortunately, Wang Chuqin tied the score at 9-9 with a hook serve.

Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, Gao Chengrui made a service error, losing a crucial point.

9: 10.

Wang Chuqin was the first to reach game point.

Gao Chengrui then served again.

A short forehand with strong backspin.

Wang Chuqin maintained steady control, slowly working out for one and a half minutes.

Gao Chengrui did not hesitate at all and decisively turned to the side.

Lower your body's center of gravity and lower your arms.

In the mid-to-late stages of the ball's descent, use your fingers and wrist to accelerate the friction and execute a high-loop topspin.

Knowing that the ball had a strong spin, Wang Chuqin positioned himself in advance, controlled his center of gravity, and curled his wrist inward.

Meet the incoming ball with a powerful backhand smash!
"Snapped!"

The movements are not large, but the explosive power is amazing.

It instantly broke through Gao Chengrui's defenses.

The ball landed and bounced a long way.

"11:9."

The referee seemed like a heartless robot. "Wang Chuqin wins the second game."

Won!

Finally, we won that damn second game!

Wang Chuqin let out a long breath, and his tense body relaxed slightly.

I subconsciously turned my head and looked at the table next door, number two, again.

This time, table number two was completely empty.

The referee's assistant was carefully wiping the pool table, and the scene was completely silent.

What about people?

Where is Chen Jin?
What about Matsushima Teru?
Wang Chuqin's heart seemed to skip a beat.

At table number three next to us, Yukiya Uda and Ahn Jae-hyun are still locked in a fierce battle, with the score close.
But on the scoreboard at table number two, the final score was displayed all by itself.

11:5.
11: 3.

11: 1.

The score is 3-0.

11:1?

"That piece of trash Matsushima Teruhira only got 9 points in three games combined?"

Wang Chuqin's brows furrowed deeply, looking like a twisted rope.

Although they were not rivals, Wang Chuqin secretly began to compete with Chen Jin in the same arena.

It was as if he could defeat Chen Jin simply by winning the match faster than Chen Jin and advancing to the quarterfinals.

But now, Chen Jin has not only ended the battle long ago, but he has also completely humiliated his opponent by turning him into a sieve.

On their side, in the second game, they even got into a tough battle with Gao Chengrui.

There is no harm without comparison.

A surge of violent, unvented rage suddenly exploded in his chest, burning his internal organs with pain.

The third game begins.

As Wang Chuqin stepped onto the field, all traces of emotion vanished from his face, leaving only a chilling killing intent.

Serve, go for the ball!
Backhand, power twist!
Forehand, explosive smash!
Every stroke of Wang Chuqin's pen carried an aura of destruction.

Their playing style is becoming increasingly unreasonable and ruthless, with every ball carrying the ferocity to tear their opponent to shreds.

Gao Chengrui was completely stunned. All his resistance seemed fragile and helpless in the face of Wang Chuqin's storm-like attack.

The score gap widened dramatically.

"11:2."

The referee's voice rang out, "Wang Chuqin wins the third game."

"Wow—"

The fans at the scene cheered continuously.

Wang Chuqin put down his racket, his face devoid of any joy of victory.

The moment the game is over.

I couldn't help but turn and look at table number two.

Table two had already changed its players, now consisting of two women – Kuai Man vs. Jian Tongjuan.

(End of this chapter)