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

Chapter 430 Chen Jin lifts the trophy! A new era of table tennis begins!
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The match has just ended.

The match has completely ignited the trending topics on major social media platforms.

Text, GIFs, short video clips... spread like wildfire, becoming an absolute sensation.

Congratulations to Chen Jin!!! He won the championship!!!

"Holy crap, a sixteen-year-old World Cup champion, that's terrifying!"

"The youngest ever World Cup men's singles champion - Chen Jin is awesome!"

"Fortunately, Chen Jin withstood the pressure and defeated Hugo; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable, and he would probably have been drowned in public criticism."

"The championship trophy is well-deserved. Congratulations to Chen Jin!"

"With Long Pang retiring from the world rankings, Chen Jin is now the only world champion in men's table tennis."

"Is the era of Chen Jin finally about to begin?"

"Chen Jin, you are a hero for preventing the Brazilian national anthem from being played in Macau!"

"Demolish the Great Wall? The Great Wall stands tall and will never fall! Chen Jin is awesome—"

"Chen Jin, you have done it! You have revived the glory of the penhold grip and defended the honor of the Chinese national table tennis team!"

"Waaaaah, I'm about to cry... After twelve years, since Xu Xin, a penhold grip player has finally won the championship in the three major tournaments again. It's been such a long time!"

"The penhold grip is not dead! The orthodox penhold grip still exists in the Chinese national table tennis team!"

"@Wang Chuqin, come in and learn from Chen Jin how he shut out Hugo!"

"Some people have been forcibly given so many resources by 141 and JLZ, and what's the result? To this day, they're still smug about personal loans... Chen Jin, you're tearing up the script, be careful you don't end up like Little Fatty!"

……

xuperman's live stream.

The barrage of comments was overwhelming, with everyone saying "Chen Jin is awesome!"

Xu Xin let out a long breath, took off his glasses, and rubbed his slightly red eyes.

"Twelve years, a full twelve years!"

Xu Xin's voice was noticeably hoarse, with a slight tremor after excitement, "A sixteen-year-old penhold boy broke Fan Zhendong's record and became the youngest men's singles champion in history. It's really... too difficult."

Twelve years ago, Xu Xin won the World Cup Men's Singles title as the sole representative of the penhold grip in men's table tennis.

After that, he failed to win any of the three major championships.

But it also became the last glory for penhold grip players.

Now, Chen Jin's sudden emergence has given people hope for the future of the straight-grip game.

"In the era of the 40+ ball, the reduction in spin is simply a fatal blow to penhold players."

Xu Xin continued, "How many of the world's top 100 players are penhold grip players? Looking around, almost all of them are shakehand grip players."

"Before Chen Jin, the Chinese national table tennis team's penhold grip style was in decline, while European table tennis produced two penhold players, Felix and Qiu Dang. So everyone says that the true penhold grip style is in Europe."

"But today, Chen Jin used this World Cup singles title to tell the world that the traditional penhold grip is still in the Chinese national table tennis team!"

Xu Xin became more and more excited as he spoke, unable to contain his emotions.

As a fellow penhold grip player, perhaps only he truly understands the hardships Chen Jin has endured along the way, having paid a greater price and made more effort than shakehand grip players.

"Yes."

Cheng Jingqi was also deeply moved, nodding repeatedly, "Although I am not a penhold grip player, I understand how difficult it is for penhold grip players."

"As a penhold grip player, Chen Jin not only became the world number one, but also won the World Cup men's singles title. It was really not easy."

"After twelve years, a penhold player has finally equaled your record from back then, Brother Xin."

2013 was undoubtedly Xu Xin's peak year.

That year, he not only reached the top of the world rankings, but also won the World Cup men's singles title.

He is remarkably similar to Chen Jin.

"What does my record count for?"

Xu Xin waved his hand and said, "With Chen Jin's momentum, surpassing me is just a matter of minutes."

"Moreover, the Doha World Table Tennis Championships are next month."

"With Chen Jin's abilities, he has a very good chance. Let's wait and see."

……

Galaxy Variety Hall.

VIP viewing area.

Watching Wang Hao rush into the arena and pick up Chen Jin, Zhang Jiahao suddenly turned around, leaned on Xie Mingyang's shoulder, and burst into tears.

Xie Mingyang's body instantly stiffened like a steel plate, and a hint of surprise and impatience flashed in his eyes.

But he ultimately did not move.

She merely tilted her head slightly, glancing at Zhang Jiahao, her voice as cold and hard as ice: "What are you doing?"

"Excited, moved, and want to cry."

Zhang Jiahao choked up a little.

Recalling the time he trained with Chen Jin in the S Province team, he was filled with emotion.

"I hope that I can be like Brother Jin and have the opportunity to win the three major championships in the future."

Zhang Jiahao raised his head, his eyes seemingly burning with fire.

however.

The flame quickly dimmed.

"However, with Brother Jin around, there's probably not much hope."

Zhang Jiahao sighed.

Upon hearing this, Xie Mingyang remained silent.

My gaze shifted, piercing through the air, and landed on the figure in the center of the arena, bathed in the spotlight.

His young face, however, carried a kingly aura.

Deep within Xie Mingyang's eyes, a flame seemed to ignite, fueled by this light.

Looking away, Xie Mingyang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of excitement.

"Do not."

Xie Mingyang slowly spoke, "I think it's more interesting with Chen Jin around."

The voice was not loud, but every word was clear.

Zhang Jiahao was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Xie Mingyang.

But Xie Mingyang's profile, under the light, appeared even more cold and resolute.

His eyes were bright and piercing, as if they were emitting a terrifying electric light.

For climbers, the higher the mountain, the stronger the desire to conquer it.

Without a doubt, in Xie Mingyang's eyes, Chen Jin had become a towering peak.

Back then, it was the U16 selection tournament.

The three fought their way out and then spent every day together.

We squeezed together in a cramped dorm room, trained together late into the night in the gym, and walked together under the lights...

At this moment, in less than a year, Chen Jin has stood alone at the pinnacle of the world table tennis arena, receiving cheers and admiration from countless people.

Xie Mingyang was neither discouraged nor jealous.

On the contrary, they were more motivated.

How lonely it would be if there were no strong rivals in the same era.

For example, two kings and one horse.

For example, the Rio trio plus a chubby guy.

Chen Jin's sudden emergence is not the end, but the beginning.

A starting point full of challenges, but also full of endless possibilities.

At this moment.

Zhang Jiahao sniffed, and on a sudden impulse, nudged Xie Mingyang's arm with his elbow.

"Hey Xie, do you think there might be a parallel world where there's no Brother Jin, and no you or me..."

Zhang Jiahao blinked. "So what will this World Cup be like?"

With a quick glance out of the corner of his eye, he immediately lowered his voice, "Will Wang Chuqin get his wish and win his first major championship in his career?"

"do not know."

Xie Mingyang shook his head.

Subconsciously, his gaze swept over them indifferently.

Not far away, Wang Chuqin stood expressionless, his eyes seemingly vacant.

……

The lights were dim and the music was soothing.

Accompanied by Wang Hao, Chen Jin packed his things and left the competition venue.

Next.

This is the flag handover ceremony.

The flag symbolizing the glory of the World Cup is held in the hands of the Chengdu representative.

The Mixed Team World Cup is about to arrive in Chengdu.

Unlike the previous two times.

Not long ago, the International Olympic Committee announced that the table tennis competition at the 2028 Los Angeles Olympics will include a mixed team event. As a result, the Mixed Team World Cup will undoubtedly receive unprecedented attention.

A new competitive landscape is quietly brewing.

Backstage.

Chen Jin had already changed into a clean team uniform.

Liu Guoliang, Qin Zhijian, Li Xun, and other national table tennis stars offered their congratulations to Chen Jin.

"The Brazilian national anthem was not allowed to be played in Macau."

Liu Guoliang patted Chen Jin on the shoulder heavily, "Chen Jin, you are the biggest hero tonight!"

Given Hugo's performance of winning three consecutive matches in this World Cup, it's hard to imagine what the game would have been like tonight without Chen Jin.

Although he was unable to have all three national flags raised in Macau at the same time as he had hoped.

However, the current situation is acceptable.

After all, they already had the championship in hand.

If the World Cup title is won by a Brazilian, he, as the president of the Table Tennis Association, will have no choice but to resign.

at the same time.

Wang Chuqin stood in the crowd, wearing a team uniform jacket, the zipper meticulously zipped up to the top.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were lowered, as if he were examining non-existent dust on his sneakers.

When Chen Jin's gaze inadvertently met his briefly, he nodded very slightly, so slightly that it was almost imperceptible.

His lips seemed to move slightly, as if he were saying "Congratulations," but it was also as if he didn't make a sound at all.

He then looked away, returning to the ground and shutting himself out of the noise.

He was originally highly regarded by the coaching staff.

Even if they can't win the championship, they can at least hold onto their half of the draw.

As a result, half of the zone was lost, and the same thing happened again.

If Chen Jin hadn't defeated Hugo to win the championship, he would have become the biggest sinner of this World Cup.

……

Center of the field.

It had already been set up as an awards ceremony area.

The dazzling lights fell, enveloping the Evans Cup.

It shone with a silvery light.

The host's booming voice resounded throughout the venue: "Now, let's first present the honors to the winners of the 2025 Macau World Cup Women's Singles event!"

The lights followed three elegantly dressed hostesses.

Holding dark velvet cushions upon which lay medals and trophies symbolizing honor, they walked steadily onto the stage.

"The women's singles semifinalists are—" the host drawled, and the spotlight instantly locked onto their targets, "China's Chen Xingtong, and Japan's Mima Ito!"

Chen Xingtong and Mima Ito stood on the bronze medal podium, and an ITTF official smiled as he hung the bronze medals around their necks.

"The runner-up in the women's singles is—Chinese player, Ye Sijia!"

Ye Sijia took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, but her slightly reddened eyes betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

As a rookie player, he managed to win the runner-up title in his first World Cup appearance.

Such an achievement carries significant weight.

She bowed in greeting, the silver medal gleaming on her chest.

"at last--"

The host's voice suddenly rose, "Let's give a warm round of applause to welcome the 2025 Macau World Cup Women's Singles Champion—China's Sun Yingsha!"

The cheers reached their peak instantly.

Sun Yingsha smiled brightly and stepped forward to shake hands with Ito Mima, Chen Xingtong, and Ye Sijia respectively.

Then, he walked up to the highest podium.

ITTF President Sorin personally hung the gold medal around her neck, and Liu Guoliang solemnly handed the championship trophy to her.

Sun Yingsha held the trophy high, her smile dazzling under the spotlight.

The women's team's glorious moment came to a close amidst applause.

After a brief stage adjustment, solemn music resumed.

"Next up is the awards ceremony for the men's singles event!"

The host's voice was still loud and clear: "The winners of the men's singles semifinals are—Chinese players Liang Jingkun and Wang Chuqin!"

Two beams of spotlights lit up.

Liang Jingkun strode forward with a relaxed smile on his face, waving to the audience as he walked.

Walking alongside him was Wang Chuqin.

Wang Chuqin remained expressionless, staring calmly ahead, seemingly oblivious to all the noise.

The two, one after the other, ascended the podium to receive the bronze medal.

The bronze medals were hung up separately.

Liang Jingkun smiled, revealing a set of white teeth, while Wang Chuqin merely nodded slightly in thanks, his gaze fixed on a certain empty space to the side.

"The runner-up in the men's singles is—Hugo Calderano from Brazil!"

Hugo appeared.

The fierce, beast-like look that once graced his sharply defined face was gone.

Instead, there was a weary calm, and a hint of regret for not reaching the summit.

President Sorin presented him with a silver medal.

Hugo glanced down at the silver medal on his chest, a smile appearing on his lips, and waved to the audience.

The applause was enthusiastic, filled with respect for the strong.

Based on Hugo's performance in this World Cup, he absolutely deserves this historic silver medal.

"ladies and gentlemen!"

The host's voice suddenly became passionate, "Now, let us welcome the 2025 Macau World Cup Men's Singles Champion—the youngest champion to break records—China's Chen Jin, with the highest respect and the warmest applause!"

All the lights and eyes on the scene converged at this moment, forming an incredibly dazzling beam of light that enveloped the boy who walked out from the side of the stage.

Chen Jin, dressed in a red team uniform, walked out with a calm expression and steady steps.

His sixteen-year-old face still bore a distinct childishness, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, like burning stars, carrying a calmness and strength beyond his years.

"Chen Jin!"

"Chen Jin!"

"Chen Jin!"

……

The cheers were deafening, overwhelming.

Chen Jin stood on the champion's podium, tilting his head slightly back, the intense lights making him a little dizzy.

The Macao leader stepped forward and handed him a beautiful souvenir.

Thorin, beaming, hung the heavy gold medal around his neck.

Finally, it was Liu Guoliang's turn.

Instead of immediately picking up the trophy, he first reached out and gently cupped Chen Jin's cheeks.

"Doha, keep it up!"

Liu Guoliang's smile deepened, carrying an unspoken expectation.

Having finished speaking.

He then turned around and picked up the Evans Cup from the dark velvet cushion in the hostess's hands.

The cup has smooth lines and a dazzling silver sheen. With the passage of time, it exudes a heavy and cold luster.

He solemnly handed the trophy to Chen Jin.

Chen Jin leaned forward slightly and stretched out his hands.

The moment my fingertips touched the cool metal cup, they involuntarily trembled slightly.

An indescribable electric current surged from my fingertips throughout my body.

It felt as if my very soul was trembling.

He took a deep breath and steadily accepted it, its heavy weight pressing down on his palm and arm.

Look down.

The trophy was covered with a dense array of familiar names.

Guo Yuehua, Jiang Jialiang, Chen Longcan, Kong Linghui, Liu Guoliang, Ma Lin, Wang Hao, Zhang Jike, Ma Long, Xu Xin, Fan Zhendong...

Chen Jin's fingertips, with an almost reverent touch, slowly brushed over those names.

Each name is like a lighthouse standing tall in the river of time.

Each one represents a shining era and a legendary journey.

They, too, once stood under the spotlight, just as we do now, feeling the coldness and heat of this metal, bearing the weight and glory of this trophy.

Their sweat, tears, glory and desolation seem to be frozen in these cold marks.

That's a perfect match!

It really resonated with me!
Chen Jin suddenly raised the Evans Cup high.

The silver trophy, illuminated by the lights, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling brilliance.

The names engraved on the cup seemed to come alive in the light, hovering above the arena, silently watching over this young figure.

A new era of table tennis has begun, named after Chen Jin!
(End of this chapter)