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

Chapter 404 Chen Jin VS Wang Chuqin (Part 2) Controlling the Score!

Trailing 8-10, he managed to save two match points and tie the score.

Moreover, his opponent was Chen Jin.

This made Wang Chuqin even more excited.

I took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging emotions inside me.

On the surface, he feigned composure.

He sniffed, reached out and touched the table tennis table... as if everything before him was perfectly natural.

This expression was captured in a close-up shot and displayed on the large screen at the scene.

"grass!"

Xie Mingyang snorted, "And he even managed to put on that act."

In contrast, Chen Jin remained calm and composed.

He reached out and grabbed the ping-pong ball thrown by the assistant referee, then slammed it to the ground a few times.

Then, he turned his head and glanced at Wang Chuqin.

Seeing him bend over, he was already ready to get his hair extended.

Toss the ball upwards and flick your wrist slightly.

Hook your hand.

Laterally spiraling upwards.

Heading straight for Wang Chuqin's center line, slightly to the right.

At this moment, Wang Chuqin was brimming with confidence and acted decisively without the slightest hesitation.

Take a step forward to gain position and lean your body forward.

As the ball rises, unleash a powerful backhand stroke.

"laugh!"

Twist the line with force.

The small ping-pong ball instantly transformed into a cannonball, tearing through the air and slamming into Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

Chen Jin blocked it with his backhand.

boom!
The ball went out of bounds.

11: 10.

Wang Chuqin took the lead and reached game point.

"Wow—"

Screams, cheers, applause... echoed throughout the huge venue for a long time, as if it were about to explode.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Wang Chuqin's heart was pounding wildly in his chest.

It seemed enough to shatter ribs.

After several encounters with Chen Jin, this time he finally saw a glimmer of hope for victory.

"Whoo~"

Wang Chuqin took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

We have the serve!
Leading 11-10!

The opportunity is right in front of you!
The moment of serving.

Wrist movements are more concealed.

The power suddenly erupted.

Steal a long hook!

This ball, like a poisoned dart shrouded in darkness, hurtled towards Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

It was extremely fast and landed very high.

Chen Jin seemed completely unprepared, and his foot was a beat too slow to start.

His body was pushed back by the ball.

The ball was completely out of control and flew off the table, changing direction.

12: 10.

The score is 1-0.

"Zhu--"

Wang Chuqin clenched his fists and roared to the sky.

His face flushed red, and his veins bulged.

Ecstasy engulfed me like a tsunami.

done!
Break Chen Jin's undefeated streak in a single game!

It was as if, from that moment on, he had broken through the inner demons that had haunted him for so long.

"what--"

The fans at the scene went absolutely wild.

Some people even jumped up in excitement.

Xuperman's live stream.

Witnessing Chen Jin lose the first game, Xu Xin frowned deeply: "Something's not right... I feel like something's not right..."

A corner of the stands.

Xie Mingyang looked at Chen Jin calmly, took a towel, and walked towards the rest area on the sidelines.

"First suppress and then promote?"

A hint of worry appeared in Xie Mingyang's eyes. "Don't let things get out of hand."

……

"call--"

Wang Chuqin exhaled a deep breath.

My heart was pounding like a drum, almost bursting out of my chest.

Sweat rolled down his forehead and slid down to his chin.

Wang Chuqin wiped his face; the sticky sweat stung his eyes.

But his gaze was fixed on the figure opposite him.

But Chen Jin gently put down his racket, his movements as steady as ever, without the slightest sign of panic.

His face remained covered with a layer of icy calm.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just lost two games.

As for the audience, the shouts were like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

—Chu Qin, Chu Qin, take down Chen Jin!

—Wang Chuqin, 4-0!

To Chen Jin, it was nothing more than the noise of a mad dog barking at the sun.

Wang Chuqin clenched his fist.

My fingernails dug deep into my palm, causing a slight pain.

At the same time, suppress your excessive excitement.

"This is real!"

Wang Chuqin stared blankly at the scoreboard. "The score is 2-0!"

I actually beat Chen Jin in two games!

For him, it's not just about leading in the score.

It was more like an indestructible wall of empire, which he personally blasted open with cracks.

Chen Jin, who was once like a star descended from heaven, sweeping away everything, now stood opposite him, being genuinely suppressed by him.

The blood and sweat shed during winter training, the training endured under the shadow of defeat, the painful memories of being mercilessly crushed by Chen Jin... all suddenly transformed into a surging force, flowing and roaring through Wang Chuqin's limbs and bones.

"We have a chance to beat Chen Jin and win the championship!"

The thought flashed past.

Like a blazing flame, it suddenly ignited deep within Wang Chuqin's heart.

It burned away the last trace of hesitation and the shadow of Chen Jin.

however.

Just as Chen Jin picked up the towel and turned around...

Wang Chuqin seemed to have caught a very subtle change.

The profile of his face, illuminated by the light, seemed even more hard and cold than before.
A faint glimmer of light, as immeasurable as the depths of an ocean, flashed across his lowered eyelids.

This feeling is fleeting.

Before Wang Chuqin could even discern the truth, Chen Jin had already walked away, leaving only his back view.

"Something's not right... something's still not right..."

In Xuperman's live stream, Xu Xin's brows were furrowed so deeply that they looked like twisted ropes. He tapped the table lightly with his fingertips. "The score is too close, almost deliberately so."

It was extremely similar to the first game.

The score in the second game was also 12-10.

Even Chen Jin's 8-10 lead and subsequent loss of four match points to Wang Chuqin was almost identical.

more importantly.

Chen Jin's choice of serve placement, his handling of crucial moments, and his tendency to retreat from the table... were all exactly the same as in the first game.

"Yes."

Cheng Jingqi nodded and said, "Da Tou has indeed improved, and he plays very aggressively in mid-to-close range, but Chen Jin seems to be following Wang Chuqin's rhythm all the time, which is very strange."

Even in Chen Jin's previous matches against Wang Chuqin, he always maintained complete control of the game's rhythm.

at the same time.

VIP Management Area.

Qin Zhijian and Li Xun exchanged a glance, seeing the same confusion in each other's eyes.

I had thought that this match would be a one-sided crushing victory for Chen Jin.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chuqin took a commanding 2-0 lead.

"Could it be that Wang Chuqin has really evolved?"

Qin Zhijian's voice was very low, "You actually managed to force Chen Jin to lose two games in a row?"

"Chen Jin is not in good condition today."

Li Xun frowned. "Did something happen that affected your mindset?"

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Wang Hao.

But Wang Hao sat silently to the side.

"Both sets ended 10-12..."

"Moreover, the losses in both games were by a large margin."

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Jin from afar, "Is he deliberately controlling the score?"

My mind hasn't changed.

The third round.

The players from both sides take the stage.

At first glance, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

however.

When Chen Jin served the first ball, Wang Chuqin's ball was half-out of bounds.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin lunged sideways.

An overwhelming aura of dominance suddenly erupted from Chen Jin, sweeping across the entire arena.

It was as if a frozen pool, dormant for ten thousand years, had suddenly been unsealed, and a colossal dragon, ten thousand feet long, had cleaved the sky.

In an instant, Wang Chuqin even felt a chill rise up on the hairs on the back of his head.

"An illusion?" "You must have been too excited just now!"

Wang Chuqin shook his head forcefully, forcibly suppressing the sudden palpitation.

Second serve.

Wang Chuqin stepped forward and swung his short sword.

Chen Jin swings back.

Landing point, arc, rotation... seemingly at Chen Jin's fingertips, all at his command.

After only four or five rounds of infighting with Chen Jintai, Wang Chuqin could no longer hold back.

Seeing Chen Jin's move, thinking it was a half-out play, he immediately slid to the side and tried to hook a high loop.

But, unexpectedly.

The seemingly double-jumping arc, just a moment before the baseline of the table, sharply turned and landed inside the table.

"?"

Wang Chuqin frowned.

Watching the ping-pong ball bounce back and forth, it seemed as if it were mocking itself.

Snapped!
Wang Chuqin swung his racket, as if venting his frustration, and forcefully swatted the ball away.

0: 2.

Despite falling behind at the start, Wang Chuqin remained calm.

After all, they were leading by a large margin.

Switch sides and serve.

The forehand is short.

Side down.

Between the lightning and the fire.

Chen Jin pushed off the ground with his left foot like a spring, moved his body half a step to the side while keeping close to the platform, and thrust his right leg forward.

With shoulders relaxed and elbows raised, the movement was executed in one smooth motion.

In the early stages of the ball's descent, the forearm rotates, and the fingers and wrists work together to deliver a powerful, inward burst of energy.

"laugh!"

The friction sound pierced my eardrums.

In an instant, the ping-pong ball transformed into a white lightning bolt, almost invisible to the naked eye, and with terrifying spin and speed, it precisely struck the edge of the white line on Wang Chuqin's left side of the table.

After the ball landed on the table, it strangely veered to the side.

Like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, it barely bypassed Wang Chuqin's racket as he tried to save the ball.

0: 3.

"Easy to twist!"

Xu Xin blurted out, "This startup, this speed, this friction... finally it's starting to resemble Chen Jin."

"He is Chen Jin."

Cheng Jingqi smiled.

Without clenching his fist or celebrating, Chen Jin walked forward expressionlessly, touched the table tennis table, and wiped away his sweat.

"Wang Chuqin!"

"come on--"

Seeing Wang Chuqin fall behind in the score at the start, the fans in the stadium became hysterical and cheered even more enthusiastically.

Wang Chuqin remained calm.

Continue serving.

The center line is short and does not rotate.

Chen Jin stepped forward, lowering his center of gravity.

The forearm and wrist generate force with a trembling motion.

Quickly chop a long ball down the middle.

This ball was both spun and headed.

Wang Chuqin used a backhand flick.

The arc is slightly higher, and the rotation is slightly weaker.

Chen Jin used his left foot as a pivot and took a half step back with his right leg.

Lower your waist!

Rotate your hips!

All the strength in the body was twisted into one.

At the moment the ball reaches its highest point after crossing the net, push off the ground, rotate your waist, and swing your racket arm like a fully drawn bow.

"Snapped!"

The explosive sound of the ball hitting the ground was like a sudden, deafening thunderclap.

A white rainbow, carrying terrifying spin and speed, followed an exaggerated high arc before plummeting downwards, crashing down with the force of a thunderbolt onto Wang Chuqin's backhand baseline.

Wang Chuqin made a good judgment and moved his feet.

At the moment of contact, a strong topspin, mixed with a sidespin, like a wildly writhing python, completely out of his control in backhand defense.

"boom!"

The ball slammed against the edge of the racket and flew diagonally off the table.

4: 0.

"Wow--"

Gasps of surprise erupted from the stands.

In that last shot, Chen Jin's speed, spin, placement, and transitions were completely different compared to the previous two games.

The breathtaking control, the overwhelming aggression... everything is back!
"Pretty!"

Xu Xin slammed his fist on the table excitedly, "This is the control and offense that a penhold grip should have!"

"This power, this speed, this spin... Chen Jin's dominance in the first three shots has been completely unleashed."

Cheng Jingqi couldn't help but exclaim, "Compared to the first two games, Chen Jin is like a completely different person."

Chen Jin then launched a fierce and powerful attack, leaving Wang Chuqin standing still, his chest heaving violently, sweat pouring down his face.

Deep down, a sense of panic arose spontaneously.

"Chen Jin's form and touch seem to have suddenly returned..."

This means that his next opponent will be the invincible table tennis legend!
Dead memories, a fierce attack.

The image of being brutally tortured by Chen Jin flashed through Wang Chuqin's mind.

"no!"

"We must stabilize the situation!"

"I'm leading 2-0, Chen Jin should be the one panicking!"

Force yourself to calm down.

However, no matter how Wang Chuqin tried to comfort himself, his nerves remained taut like a bowstring.

Chen Jin's eyes were cold and expressionless.

Serve again.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

This goal was unremarkable.

However, Wang Chuqin made a fatal mistake when receiving the serve.

It's short and high.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin leaped and launched a powerful attack.

With a loud bang, the ping-pong ball, like a meteorite encased in flames, pierced through the air, carrying destructive power and aura, and slammed fiercely towards Wang Chuqin's pursuit position.

Before Wang Chuqin could react, the ball had already hit him.

5: 0.

Violent aesthetics!

Like a devastating force, its momentum is unstoppable.

Inside the venue, there was a brief silence.

All the cheers and expectations, and the shouts of "four to zero," were shattered by Chen Jin's shot.

Several seconds passed.

Wang Chuqin's supporters then came to their senses.

The shouts rang out once again.

But it was all for naught.

After all, everyone knew very well that once Chen Jin's condition improved, Wang Chuqin would find it difficult to resist.

That's why the fans' shouts were less forceful and more hesitant than before.

"Is it finally time to unleash a massacre?"

Looking at the score of "5:0" on the screen, Xie Mingyang's lips curled up slightly. "A comeback from 0-2 down to 4-2... If Wang Chuqin really gets overturned from behind, wouldn't his mentality collapse even more?"

"It would have been better to be swept 0-4."

You should know that the most torturous thing in this world is to give someone hope first, and then to shatter that hope with your own hands.

"But how will Chen Jin explain himself then?"

Thinking of this, Xie Mingyang frowned slightly.

Logically speaking, Chen Jin's playing style, especially in the first two games, was already considered "gentle".

He even let Wang Chuqin win two games.

Wang Chuqin's confidence surged dramatically.

But once Chen Jin came back from a 0-2 deficit to win 4-2, even the dumbest person would realize that Chen Jin had probably deliberately thrown the first two games.

Even when his opponent was holding back, he still couldn't beat them, which clearly dealt a greater blow to Wang Chuqin's confidence.

The key question is how Liu Guoliang will view this outcome.

"I just wanted to play some ball, why do I feel so mentally exhausted?"

Xie Mingyang turned his head and looked towards the VIP viewing area.

On the playing field.

Wang Chuqin's sweat dripped down.

He reached up and rubbed his chest where the ball had hit him, feeling a burning pain.

"Hold on!"

"Don't panic!"

"The match isn't over yet; we still have a two-game lead!"

Wang Chuqin forced himself to calm down, focused his gaze, and stared intently at Chen Jin.

Quickly review the situation in your mind.

"Chen Jin's control of the game is more refined than mine. His first three moves are more aggressive and stable than mine. I have to find a way to avoid his sharp edge."

Wang Chuqin thought to himself, "I need to fight a stalemate, using mid-to-close range transitions and swing speed to suppress Chen Jin!"

The core of his arduous winter training was what he considered the only area where he could rival Chen Jin.

The thought, once it arises, is like a lifeline.

He took a deep breath, and a fierce fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.

A close and evenly matched contest!

Ideally, Chen Jin should be forced back to the mid-to-long range!

The gate to life is here.

(End of this chapter)