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

Chapter 407: Results are the real shield!

The game ends when the ball hits the ground.

Chen Jin stood up, tilted his head back slightly, and his chest heaved violently with his still-breathing breath.

Make a fist with your left hand and pat your right palm.

His sweat-soaked red jersey clung tightly to his body, outlining a powerful silhouette.

He didn't celebrate much; the focus and murderous intent in his eyes receded like the tide.

Only a deep, still pool remained.

His gaze swept across the bustling, noisy stands, finally settling on the opposite side of the table tennis table.

Wang Chuqin stood there, his face ashen.

They came back from 0-2 down to win 4-2!

Unexpectedly, such a humiliating scene actually happened to me.

He was completely immersed in the defeat and couldn't pull himself out of it for a while.

"Chen Jin! Champion!"

"A comeback from 0-2 down to 4-2, that's incredible!"

Among the audience were many of Chen Jin's fans, who were all excited and cheering.

The cheers, like molten lava, quickly spread to every corner of the stadium.

However, Wang Chuqin's fans remained silent.

Her eyes were filled with tears, as if she had lost her parents.

Someone covered their face, their shoulders trembling silently.

Some people stared blankly at the pool table, their eyes vacant.

Some people gripped the banner so tightly that their knuckles turned white.

……

A profound sense of loss and an unbelievable silence formed an invisible wall, seemingly isolating them from the noise of the outside world.

Sudden.

A shrill female voice, trembling with sobs, shattered the deathly silence.

"fine!"

"Wang Chuqin, you're the best!"

That shout was like a pebble thrown into a pond.

This immediately evoked countless choked-up responses.

"Wang Chuqin, you're the best!"

"Go, Big Head!"

"Young people don't lack the courage to start over!"

……

All of a sudden.

The shouts of "Wang Chuqin, you're the best!" swept through the entire venue like a landslide and a tsunami.

It seemed as if Wang Chuqin was the victor in this match.

competition is over.

The hashtags "#ChenJinVSWangChuqin#", "#ChenJinComebackAfterLosingTwoPoints#", and "#ChenJinCrossoverShot#" roared and surged into the top ten of the trending topics on major social media platforms, like ferocious beasts breaking free of their restraints.

Furthermore, each entry is followed by a dark red "爆" (explosive) character.

"Holy crap, they came back from 0-2 down to win 4-2! That's like a cow lighting a firecracker—absolutely incredible!"

"I don't know why, but I always felt that there was something fishy about the two games Chen Jin lost."

"A between-the-legs shot to end the game... This isn't just playing table tennis, it's pure art and aesthetics! Chen Jin has given fans another iconic moment!"

"Chen Jin is awesome! Penhold grip is awesome!!! Who the hell said penhold grip is dead? Who the hell said penhold grip is orthodox in Europe? Chen Jin is the savior of penhold grip!"

"@Chen Jin, the World Cup and World Table Tennis Championships are just around the corner. Use your penhold grip to boldly create your own dynasty!"

"He's too strong! Last year, I thought Chen Jin's sudden emergence was just a flash in the pan, but I didn't expect him to still be so powerful... truly invincible!"

"Go Chen Jin! Don't hold back during the three major tournaments!"

"Could it be that... our Chinese national table tennis team's penhold grip style is really about to experience a resurgence?"

……

Beneath the fervent praise, there are always some discordant voices, like flies buzzing around.

"You're all getting all worked up over just a few commercial matches. Our Big Head is a real Paris Olympic champion! Wait until Chen Taisun wins the three major tournaments before you try to mess with our Big Head, okay?"

"Chen Taisun might have a huge bowel movement during the World Cup next month, so you Taisun fans shouldn't eat too much then."

"World Cup, let's see who's the best! Go Big Head, take back everything you've lost!"

……

"It's been more than half a year since the Paris Olympics, and Chu Sheng hasn't won a singles title yet? Does he even deserve the title of 'China's No. 1 Table Tennis Player'?"

"Even a blind man could see that Chen Jin was obviously throwing the first two games. TZM really thought their team was going to win, but what happened? They came back from a 2-0 deficit to win 4-2, slapping them in the face. It was so satisfying!"

"Dice, your brother Jin has already given you a chance, but you're useless. You were leading 2-0, and you still got crushed... Tsk tsk tsk, you should step down as soon as possible."

……

The comments section has become a battlefield.

Fans, sports enthusiasts, haters, trolls... all sorts of heroes have set out.

His words were heated and filled with hostility.

However, it cannot be denied that its popularity was unparalleled at the time.

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As early as when the score was 9-2 in the sixth game, Liu Guoliang and others seemed to have already seen the outcome of the match.

With such a large score difference, a comeback is virtually impossible.

"Although he was defeated after being down 2-4, Wang Chuqin did his best."

Wang Hao said in a low voice, "Chen Jin did his best too."

His words seemed to come out of nowhere.

To outsiders, it might sound completely incomprehensible.

Liu Guoliang, however, knew perfectly well what was going on.

Before the match, he spoke with Chen Jin, earnestly advising him to "take pride in losing," and Chen Jin clearly took his advice to heart.

Moreover, it has indeed "softened up a bit".

They even cooperated by losing the first two games, putting on quite a show.

A comeback from 0-2 down to 4-2, rather than a clean 4-0 sweep, would likely be a greater psychological blow to Wang Chuqin.

"This kid..."

Liu Guoliang gave a bitter smile and shook his head helplessly.

Compared to Ma Long, Chen Jin is like a troublemaker.

Compared to Zhang Jike, Chen Jin was much more obedient.

Despite his dissatisfaction, he could only temporarily suppress it in the face of the upcoming World Cup and World Table Tennis Championships.

With Ma Long and Fan Zhendong withdrawing from the competition, the mainstays of the Chinese national table tennis team are: Wang Chuqin, fierce but unstable; Liang Jingkun, stable but not ruthless; and Lin Gaoyuan, neither fierce nor stable.

Lin Shidong and Xie Mingyang are both young players and are simply not up to the task.

Of all the people, Chen Jin is the most reliable.

Liu Guoliang now needs Chen Jin to conquer new territories and reclaim that supreme honor. Moreover, Chen Jin has already yielded as instructed.

However, Wang Chuqin was simply not as skilled as others, so who could he blame?

"Da Tou was able to win two games against Chen Jin, which is quite an improvement compared to before."

Li Xun added, "At least we saw the possibility of confrontation."

"However, with repeated defeats, I'm worried about Big Head..."

Qin Zhijian looked worried. "The World Cup is about to start next month. The most urgent thing is to do a good job of Datou's mental preparation and help him regain his confidence."

While talking.

A staff member came over and reminded Liu Guoliang to come on stage to present the award.

Liu Guoliang composed himself, stood up, straightened his suit, and instantly switched to his signature smile, exuding both affability and authority.

Under the spotlight.

Chen Jin and Wang Chuqin stood side by side, smiling and looking directly at the camera.

In comparison, Chen Jin's smile was more natural.

In contrast, Wang Chuqin seemed somewhat reluctant.

Liu Guoliang personally handed the championship trophy to Chen Jin.

Even as he approached, the smile on his face remained unchanged.

With barely moving lips, he whispered to Chen Jin in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If we don't win the World Cup, I'll hold you responsible."

"Don't worry, Coach Liu."

Chen Jin's gaze was firm, "I will definitely live up to the mission!"

With Ma Long and Fan Zhendong dropping out of the world rankings, apart from Ovtcharov, there are no other active players on the current world volleyball points list who have won singles titles in the three major tournaments.

Therefore, both the Chinese national table tennis team and foreign associations are eyeing this World Cup championship with great interest.

Chen Jin is undoubtedly one of the most powerful challengers.

The awards are over.

Holding flowers and carrying a trophy, Chen Jin walked alone backstage.

As soon as we exited the passage, Wang Hao quickly came to greet us.

He reached out and patted Chen Jin on the shoulder, his face showing undisguised admiration.

"well done."

Wang Hao said in a deep voice, "Keep it up with the World Cup and the World Table Tennis Championships."

"Over there with Boss..."

Chen Jindao.

"Don't think too much."

Wang Hao smiled slightly and patted the ball a few more times. "As the flag bearer of the men's table tennis team during the Los Angeles Olympic cycle, if he can't even handle this little setback, how can he carry the flag?"

For professional players, winning and losing are common occurrences in the game.

If you can't even accept and process a loss in a single match, and can't adjust yourself, how can you talk about reaching the top of the world table tennis arena with such a mentality?

Where is Coach Liu?

Chen Jin asked in a low voice.

"rest assured."

Wang Hao said, "In the current environment, Coach Liu should be able to tell whether results or popularity are more important..."

"is it?"

Chen Jin nodded. "That's good."

……

Return to the lounge.

Xie Mingyang had been waiting for a long time.

"Congratulations."

Xie Mingyang's voice remained cold, but his eyes revealed heartfelt congratulations: "Another championship in hand."

"Sometimes, having too many champions isn't a good thing."

Chen Jin placed the flowers and trophy on the ground, shrugged, and sighed, "I don't even know where I should put them."

Versailles.

Xie Mingyang rolled his eyes.

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and lowered his voice: "By the way, Coach Liu didn't talk to you, did he?"

"No."

Chen Jin shook his head. "Are you worried that Coach Liu will pick a fight with me?"

"Shouldn't it be?"

Xie Mingyang frowned slightly.

"Should we?"

Chen Jin laughed and said, "I've already lost two rounds, isn't that gentle enough?"

"A comeback from 0-2 down to 4-2, is that what you call 'gentle'?"

Xie Mingyang glared at him, "On the last ball, he even performed a between-the-legs shot. It didn't do much damage, but it was extremely insulting..."

"He missed that ball himself; it has nothing to do with whether I crossed my legs or not."

Chen Jin smiled.

"That being said, however..."

Xie Mingyang pondered for a moment and said, "When is it time for me to arrange for you to have a meal with my old man?"

"The last time I had dinner with the old man, we talked about you by chance, and he really wanted to meet you."

Hear the words.

Chen Jin smiled wryly: "Isn't that necessary?"

He immediately smiled dismissively and patted Xie Mingyang on the shoulder.

"Old Xie, don't worry."

"Coach Wang has already talked to me about it; it's nothing serious."

As he spoke, he bent down, opened his backpack, and took out clean clothes to change into.

"In competitive sports, strength speaks for itself."