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

Chapter 384 Sparring Partner? Something's fishy about this.
11: 6.

11: 6.

11: 5.

11: 5.

The score is 4-0.

Chen Jin won cleanly and decisively, taking four straight games to advance to the Asian Cup men's singles final.

As the last ball landed.

The scene fell silent, as if we were in a library.

This was quite different from the previous enthusiastic atmosphere.

"Chen Jin, you're awesome!"

Sudden.

A deep, resonant male voice suddenly rang out from the back corner of the audience, like a thunderclap.

All of a sudden.

Fans cheered.

However, it still couldn't compare to the scene just now.

Chen Jin didn't care and walked towards Liang Jingkun, shaking hands in greeting.

"Congratulations."

Liang Jingkun was covered in sweat.

He had anticipated this outcome before the match.
Unfortunately, Chen Jin's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Serving and attacking, topspin rallies, control of the table, close-range battles... Liang Jingkun tried every possible method and used every trick in the book during the match.

However, he was still no match for Chen Jin.

"We really can't beat them."

Liang Jingkun had no choice but to sigh.

At this moment, he seemed to feel the same helplessness that 92line felt when facing Fan Zhendong.

"Concession."

Chen Jin said in a low voice.

He then returned to the sidelines.

After packing up their gear and slinging their backpacks over their shoulders, they waved to the fans as they left the stadium.

Sweat soaked his back, but his breathing remained steady.

This victory was not much of a surprise.

However, they still need to replenish their energy as soon as possible to prepare for the finals.

The interview ended abruptly.

As soon as I arrived at the players' locker room, a figure walked towards me and blocked my way.

"Chen Jin".

Hear the sound.

Chen Jin looked up.

To his surprise, the visitor was Wang Chuqin.

His face was beaming with joy, and he had a very friendly smile.

It seems they've been waiting for quite some time.

Before Chen Jin could react, Wang Chuqin offered his congratulations in a warm tone: "Well done, congratulations!"

"Thank you, Boss."

Chen Jin smiled and nodded in greeting.

Having finished speaking.

He then tried to bypass Wang Chuqin.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chuqin stepped to the side, blocking his way again: "Chen Jin, are you free later?"

"what?"

Chen Jin was slightly taken aback. "Brother, is something the matter?"

"If you have some free time, could you please be my sparring partner for a while?"

Wang Chuqin stared straight at Chen Jin, his eyes filled with sincerity and expectation.

Upon hearing this.

Chen Jin frowned.

It's worth noting that Huang Youzheng has been Wang Chuqin's sparring partner throughout this Asian Cup.

They suddenly came knocking on my door, and they were looking for me right after I finished the semi-finals.

Such behavior is unusual.

"Excuse me, Boss."

Chen Jin decisively declined, saying, "I've already made plans with Xie Mingyang; we'll meet at the training hall later."

This is both a fact and a reasonable excuse.

Wang Chuqin seemed to have expected this, and his smile didn't diminish at all; in fact, it grew even wider.

"I know, I've already told Coach Liu and Coach Wang."

Wang Chuqin waved his hand, his tone relaxed, "As for Xie Mingyang, I've already talked to Xiao Shitou, and he'll be Xie Mingyang's sparring partner."

"You are well aware of Xiao Shitou's strength; he's more than capable of being Xie Mingyang's sparring partner."

His words were perfectly succinct.

It seems that everything has been arranged.

Looking into Wang Chuqin's smiling yet unfathomable eyes, an inexplicable intuition welled up in Chen Jin's heart.

Since the other party has already said that, it would seem unreasonable to refuse outright...

After a moment's hesitation, Chen Jin raised his head.

"alright."

His voice remained calm, revealing neither joy nor anger. "Let me eat something."

"no problem."

A smile instantly bloomed on Wang Chuqin's face. "I'll wait for you."

Then, Chen Jin put down his backpack, sat on the stool, and took out his phone and energy bars.

While chewing slowly, his fingers flew across the screen.

Are you and Lin Shidong at the training hall?

soon.

The phone screen lights up.

【No. 】

Xie Mingyang's reply was concise and clear.

Upon seeing this, Chen Jin's eyes narrowed.

Deep down, that vague intuition from before has spread like an ink droplet falling into ice water, quickly creating a cold, clear understanding.

However, on the surface, he remained calm and composed.

The fingers tapped rapidly again.

Wang Chuqin just asked me to be his sparring partner, saying that Lin Shidong would train with you.

After a few seconds.

I had already received a message from Xie Mingyang.

I don't know.

Chen Jin stared at the screen, a clear understanding forming in his mind.

After a while, I put my phone away.

The energy bar in my hand was finished.

He clapped his hands, picked up his backpack, and said to Wang Chuqin, "Brother, let's go."

The two remained silent as they walked down the street.

The training hall was empty and quiet.

Huang Youzheng was alone, warming up and stretching next to the pool table.

Upon seeing Wang Chuqin and Chen Jin enter together, Huang Youzheng was initially taken aback, but immediately stopped what he was doing, put on a smile, and quickly went to greet them.

"Brother, Chen Jin."

Huang Youzheng greeted them, his brow beaded with sweat, and said to Wang Chuqin, "Brother, I'm ready, we can start anytime."

"no need."

Wang Chuqin waved his hand, his tone indifferent, "Chen Jin is training with me today."

"what?"

Huang Youzheng's smile froze for a moment.

A hint of surprise and embarrassment flashed across his face.

He looked at Chen Jin, then at Wang Chuqin, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

But in the end, he just said "Oh," awkwardly stepped back, walked to the bench next to him, and slowly sat down.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Chen Jin and Wang Chuqin still carried a hint of unease and helplessness.

Wang Chuqin seemed completely oblivious to Huang Youzheng's embarrassment, quickly taking off his jacket to reveal his training clothes underneath. Then, he picked up his racket and walked to one end of the table.

He began to seriously perform the circular motions of his wrists and ankles.

Chen Jin didn't say anything and started stretching and warming up.

His gaze swept across the entire training hall seemingly unintentionally, and apart from Huang Youzheng, who looked a little awkward in the corner, there was no one else there.

Warm-up complete.

The two immediately launched a forehand attack.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The crisp sound of the ball hitting the shuttlecock echoed continuously in the quiet training hall.

A few minutes later.

The light at the entrance of the training hall suddenly dimmed.

A figure walked in.

It was Xie Mingyang.

He was carrying a backpack, wearing a dark blue training jersey, and looking straight ahead.

Seemingly oblivious to what was happening inside the venue, he walked straight to another empty table tennis table, put down his backpack, and took a small sip of water.

Then, tidy up the racket and towel.

The movements were unhurried and graceful.

It was as if he were the only person in the huge training hall.

As Wang Chuqin was swinging his racket to hit the ball, he keenly caught sight of Xie Mingyang out of the corner of his eye.

The hitting motion was completely unimpeded.

His gaze, however, quickly swept across Xie Mingyang's calm and expressionless face.

I tried to find a hint of doubt or displeasure in Xie Mingyang's expression.

However, there was nothing.

Xie Mingyang seemed completely immersed in his own world, oblivious to everything around him.

"what happened?"

Wang Chuqin frowned inwardly, "Why is this not quite what I expected?"

Snapped!
Chen Jin suddenly unleashed a powerful backhand rip down the diagonal line, forcefully ending this round of training.

His gaze shifted to Xie Mingyang.

"Old Xie, you're here."

Chen Jin's voice wasn't loud, but it broke the silence in the training hall, "Alone? Where's Lin Shidong?"

"Brother Tou just told me that he found Lin Shidong to come and train with you."

These words, seemingly unintentional.

But it was like a small pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating countless ripples.

Wang Chuqin's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the racket.

"Is this happening?"

Xie Mingyang raised his head, a slightly mocking smile playing on his lips. "How come I didn't know?"

The air suddenly tightened.

Chen Jin turned his gaze to Wang Chuqin.

Although he didn't speak, the questioning look in his eyes was very real, directly targeting Wang Chuqin.

A stiff look flashed across Wang Chuqin's eyes. He turned his head away, not daring to meet Chen Jin's gaze, and instead glared at Huang Youzheng, who was sitting not far away.

"There is a government!"

His tone carried a hint of displeasure and reproach at the unexpected disruption of his plans.

Caught off guard, Huang Youzheng was startled by the sudden sound and shuddered.

"what?"

He looked up blankly, his face full of innocent confusion, as if asking, "What happened?"

"Didn't I tell you to tell Little Stone?"

Wang Chuqin's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, "Let him spar with Xie Mingyang."

"What happened to you? Did you forget?"

Hear the words.

Huang Youzheng was completely dumbfounded.

He opened his mouth, his eyes wide open.

Looking at Wang Chuqin, then at Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang, the color drained from his face instantly, leaving only bewilderment and a flushed red from feeling wronged.

His lips twitched a few times, as if he wanted to explain.

But Wang Chuqin's determined yet slightly angry gaze was like an ice pick, piercing him and leaving all his words stuck in his throat.

Finally, Huang Youzheng lowered his head and his shoulders slumped.

"I'm sorry, I forgot."

Her voice was barely audible, "My bad, I'll call Little Stone right now and ask him to come over."

As he spoke, he picked up his phone and was about to operate it.

At this moment.

Xie Mingyang suddenly spoke up: "Forget it, no need to trouble Brother Shi."

"Brother Zheng, could you please be my sparring partner for a while?"

At this point in time, Lin Shidong must have already returned to his hotel to rest.

Even if we rush over immediately, it will take at least ten minutes to get here.

Rather than that, it would be better to have Huang as a sparring partner.

Huang Youzheng felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He glanced gratefully at Xie Mingyang, then quickly glanced at Wang Chuqin.

Seeing that the latter had no objection, he quickly grabbed his racket, jogged to the table opposite Xie Mingyang, picked up the ball, and prepared to play. His movements were swift and efficient.

"Sigh, look at the mess this has made... It's my fault, I didn't explain things clearly."

Wang Chuqin raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his tone slightly apologetic, "Youzheng, you should train with me properly and take it seriously."

The last few words were spoken to Huang Youzheng.

"Chen Jin, shall we continue?"

Chen Jin gave him a deep look.

His gaze was calm, yet it seemed to see through all appearances.

He didn't say anything, just nodded, picked up his racket again, and walked back to the table.

The crisp sound of the ball hitting the shuttlecock rang out again in the training hall, the rhythm seemingly a bit faster than before.

Wang Chuqin's shots were noticeably more powerful, and the landing points became unpredictable, carrying a subtle aggressiveness.

However, Chen Jin's returns remained consistent.

Across two pool tables and a spinning ball, Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang's eyes met for a fleeting moment.

He didn't say a word, and his expression didn't even change.

However, a tacit, cold glint flashed in the depths of both their eyes.

Time passed amidst the monotonous sound of the ball being struck.

Until 1:20.

There are only ten minutes left in the match.

Wang Chuqin then stopped training, thanked Chen Jin, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and left the training hall with light steps.

As Wang Chuqin's figure disappeared through the door, only the monotonous sound of hitting the ball and heavy breathing remained in the training hall.

Xie Mingyang practiced a few more balls with Huang Youzheng before finally stopping.

He walked to the sidelines, picked up a water bottle, and took a few gulps.

"How does it feel?"

Chen Jin wiped his sweat and asked.

"good."

Xie Mingyang nodded.

"During my sparring session just now, I noticed..."

Chen Jin's voice was very low, only the two of them could hear it clearly, "Wang Chuqin held the central platform to the death, and almost never retreated from the platform easily."

"The serve return with a topspin loop is very fast, and the connection between the forehand and backhand is also much smoother."

Xie Mingyang picked up a towel and vigorously wiped his face.

When I put it down again, the weariness in my eyes seemed to be replaced by something sharp.

"understood."

Xie Mingyang nodded.

"come on."

Chen Jin raised his hand and gave Xie Mingyang a high five.

(End of this chapter)