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

Chapter 378 Chen Jin's strength is truly unimaginable...

The Neon team, in their locker room.

Yukiya Uda's vest was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his undulating back. Sweat rolled down his temples, and his heart pounded in his chest like a drum.

He had just emerged from a five-game hellish battle, and the slight numbness in his fingertips from the intense vibrations of his racket during his match against Ahn Jae-hyun still lingered.

The score is 3-2.

He held the ticket to the Asian Cup quarterfinals firmly in his hand.

However, his opponent in the next match is Chen Jin.

"Whoo~"

Yukiya Uda let out a long breath.

The invisible pressure was like Mount Tai pressing down on you.

At this moment.

Crunch!

The bathroom door was opened.

Matsushima Teruzo walked out from inside, her hair still wet.

"Matsushima-kun."

Yukiya Uda looked at Teruaki Matsushima, a wide smile playing on his lips. "You lost so quickly? By how many points did you beat Chen Jin?"

The playful tone, almost overflowing with the knowing question, was barely concealed.

Hear the words.

Matsushima Teruko's hand movements faltered, her eyelids lowered, and her face darkened.

"Nine points."

After a pause, Matsushima Teruzo finally spoke.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

His voice was slightly dry, like sandpaper rubbing against his throat.

Nine points? Only nine points in three games?

Yukiya Uda leaned forward slightly, the last trace of fatigue on his face vanishing, and immediately sneered, "Matsushima-kun, you're supposed to be the rising star of our Japanese team, how could you lose so badly?"

Surprisingly, Matsushima Teru didn't react much to Yukiya Uda's sarcasm.

"You you on the line."

Matsushima Teru raised her head and glanced indifferently at Uda Yukiya, "Maybe you're in a worse situation than me."

Although he did not play against Chen Jin in Lima, he was present at several of Chen Jin's matches.

At that time, although Chen Jin was strong, Matsushima Teru was still confident that he could put up a fight.

Now, having been tempered by the competition and risen to the top of the world, Chen Jin exudes an invisible aura of dominance.

Compared to six months ago, both their playing style and their momentum are completely different.

In this match against Chen Jin, Matsushima Teruaki felt that he had given it his all.

However, it was to no avail, and they still suffered a crushing defeat.

As Yukiya Uda's teammate and someone who trains with him regularly, Teruaki Matsushima naturally knows his opponent's capabilities.

"I'm going to class this afternoon."

Yukiya Uda raised his chin slightly. "What if I beat Chen Jin?"

"Win against Chen Jin? Hahahaha..."

Matsushima Teruya seemed to have heard a joke of the highest order in the universe. He, who was always serious and never smiled, was now laughing so hard that he was doubled over.

But deep in his eyes was a cold mockery.

"Just you?"

Matsushima Teruya abruptly stopped laughing, took a step closer to Uda Yukiya, their noses almost touching, and said, "Uda-kun, I'll make a bet with you, do you dare?"

"What bet?"

Yukiya Uda was not to be outdone and countered sharply.

"In the quarterfinals, if you can beat Chen Jin by more than nine points, I'll wash your underwear for a year."

Matsushima Teruichi raised his head, seemingly making a desperate gamble, as if he were willing to risk everything, "Hand wash, wash until you're satisfied, how about that?"

"Hand wash?"

Yukiya Uda raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You're not just stuffing it in the washing machine to fool people?"

"of course."

Matsushima Teruaki declared resolutely, his spittle almost landing on Uda's face, "I, Matsushima Teruaki, keep my word!"

"it is good!"

Yukiya Uda immediately extended his palm and said in a loud voice, "It's a deal!"

The corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing a hint of cunning that was barely perceptible.

"but--"

Matsushima Teru said in a deep voice, "If you don't score more than 9 points, then you'll have to do the opposite: hand-wash my underwear for a year until I'm satisfied."

"no problem."

Yukiya Uda readily agreed, "It's settled then."

"It's a word."

Subsequently.

I heard a "snap" sound.

Two palms collided heavily in the air.

The echoes of the high-fives had not yet faded.

Yukiya Uda could no longer hold back, and the sly smile on his lips instantly widened.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Yukiya Uda suddenly clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.

Matsushima Teruzo laughed, completely baffled.

"why are you laughing?"

Matsushima Teruko frowned.

"Matsushima-kun, there's something I forgot to remind you of."

Yukiya Uda wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.

He paused deliberately, enjoying the confusion and unease that rose in the other person's eyes.

"The quarterfinals will not be best-of-five, but best-of-seven!"

Yukiya Uda's smile was so bright it was almost blinding. "In other words, I have four chances to beat Chen Jin by nine points, while you have three chances to win by nine points."

"So, I'm sure I'll win this bet."

The color drained from Matsushima Teru's face in an instant, leaving her eyes wide and bulging.

He really ignored that.

However, the bet was already made, and it was too late to back out.

Now, all he can do is pray that Chen Jin will be able to utterly crush Yukiya Uda.

Glancing at Matsushima Teru, whose face was ashen, Uda Yukiya laughed, turned around, grabbed a towel as if victory was already in his grasp, whistled, and walked towards the shower room.

Matsushima Teru was left standing alone in the same spot.

at the same time.

Seiya Kishikawa stood in the shadows by the door, silently witnessing the entire scene.

The Japanese team performed quite well in this Asian Cup.

While Japan has fewer players than China in terms of the number of those who made it to the round of 16, they still have five. However, for Seiya Kishikawa, who has just taken charge of the Japanese team, this result is far from enough.

Although the Asian Cup is not a high-level competition, it is still related to raising the national flag.

How many East Asian countries can resist the temptation of the phrase "bringing glory to the country"?
"Nothing is absolute on the field. What if Uda-kun really beats Chen Jin?"

Kishikawa Seiya pondered to himself.

This will undoubtedly boost the morale of the Japanese team.

Although the hope is slim, it doesn't mean there's no hope at all.

Moreover, once this thought arises, it grows wildly like weeds, making one's blood boil.

"Uh-huh--"

Sudden.

Mobile phone vibration.

Kishikawa Seiya took it out and saw that it was a message from a friend.

The message was very brief.

"The Great God System, the latest feature [Takamagahara] has been updated."

Kishikawa Seiya's eyes lit up immediately: "After more than two months, you've finally updated?"

They immediately stopped.

He turned and quickly left the lounge, his figure disappearing swiftly at the end of the corridor.

hotel room.

Seiya Kishikawa took out his laptop, opened the Omikami software, and began typing rapidly on the keyboard.

"As expected, there's an update."

Kishikawa Seiya updated immediately without hesitation.

Then came a long wait of more than an hour.

Update complete.

Upon closer inspection, a "Takamagahara" button was indeed added to the homepage.

Kishikawa Seiya tried to be gentle.

The computer screen was instantly filled with the images of Chen Jin and Yukiya Uda.

Countless rays of light, representing technical parameters, intertwine, collide, and calculate wildly between the two portraits.

"Squeaky-"

The radiator was running at full speed.

soon.

A string of Japanese characters appeared.

[Target: Yukiya Uda vs. Chen Jin, Single-game winning probability analysis]

[Incorporate all known variables: recent performance, skill characteristics, historical match data, mental model parameters, environmental interference coefficients, etc.]

[Loading data, please wait...]

on the screen.

The blue light and shadow representing Chen Jin gradually solidified and grew stronger, radiating a stable and powerful glow like that of a star.

Countless labels representing his perfect technical statistics surround him.

Forehand power SSS, backhand stability SSS, prediction accuracy 99.7%, handling crucial points SSS+...

Each one shines with a desperately high rating.

The red light and shadow representing Yukiya Uda appeared thin and unstable.

Under the pressure of the blue light, it flickered violently, and the curve representing his success rate in combat went up and down like a roller coaster. The shadow area of ​​his failure rate was even more unusually large and dazzling.

A while passed.

The system finally responded again.

[Model complete, simulation begins...]

[Number of simulations: 10000]

Instantly.

The blue and red beams began to flash wildly and collide with each other.

Every collision represents a potential point or a mistake.

The blue light spot, steady as a mountain, moved with precise trajectory and overwhelming power with each movement.

As for the red dots, they are like moths drawn to a flame, sometimes bursting with astonishing speed or taking tricky angles.

However, more often than not, they are easily intercepted and swallowed up under the cover of blue light.

Seiya Kishikawa stared intently at the screen, unconsciously holding his breath.

Time slips away silently amidst the dense and intense flow of data.

After half an hour.

The collision of light points finally subsided.

[Diagram ends.]

[Total number of valid simulated games: 9993.]

[Yukiya Uda's single-game wins: 7 games.]

[Uda Yukiya's win rate in a single game...]

Subsequently.

A blood-red number suddenly sprang up and occupied the center of the screen.

[0.07%]

"0.07%?"

Seiya Kishikawa's body swayed imperceptibly.

It seems they were hit hard by this number.

Leaning back in his chair, looking somewhat tired, Kishikawa Seiya rubbed his throbbing temples vigorously.

The glaring 0.07% on the screen pierced his eyes like an ice pick.

Clearly, the cold, analytical logic of the Great God System ruthlessly shattered any remaining hope.

Strength, speed, technique, experience, consistency, competitive aura...

Between Yukiya Uda and Jin Chen, there is a chasm that cannot be bridged by courage and passion.

The so-called "winning against Chen Jin" was nothing but a pipe dream.

In the face of an absolute barrier of strength, we are as insignificant as dust.

"Chen Jinjun's strength is truly unimaginable..."

A bitter taste spread across Kishikawa's lips.

He remained silent for a few minutes.

In the end, he simply waved wearily and closed the suffocating analysis interface.

The pale blue light on the screen went out, plunging the entire room into deeper darkness.

Kishikawa was left alone in the shadows, lighting a cigarette, like a silent sculpture.

He did not get up to inform anyone, including Yukiya Uda himself.

This cruel number is perhaps best left to be buried in the graveyard of data streams.

"Fine, let Uda-kun go and get his head bruised and battered with his ignorant recklessness."

Kishikawa Seiya thought to himself.

At least, the process itself might be a kind of... alternative motivation for the other members of the Japanese team?
(End of this chapter)