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

Chapter 45 [045] Wang Liqin: Is this sixteen years old?

Flip a coin and guess first.

Zhang Jiahao won the serve in the first game.

This kid is usually careless and frivolous, and seems to care nothing about anything.

But once he stepped onto the field, he was like a different person.

His expression is serious and his eyes are sharp.

Having played numerous in-group training matches with Chen Jin, there was no need for me to test the tee shot like others.

Zhang Jiahao knew clearly that although his handling of the balls on the table was already among the best, he would surely die if he fought with Chen Jin on the balls on the table.

Therefore, when serving the first ball, Zhang Jiahao did not hesitate at all.

He stole a quick long downward spin from Chen Jin's backhand.

I just hope that this ball can come unexpectedly, block Chen Jin's position, and limit the quality of Chen Jin's shot.

According to Zhang Jiahao's idea.

After Chen Jin was blocked by this ball, he could only hit it lightly with his backhand, and the quality of his return ball was definitely not high.

He hit the ball with his backhand and scored on a straight line.

It's perfect!

however.

The gap between imagination and reality is often far greater than imagined.

After all, he underestimated Chen Jin.

The moment Chen Jin saw Zhang Jiahao's serve, he predicted it in advance and guessed: "This kid wants to steal my strengths."

He immediately stepped back half a step.

Facing the incoming ball, tense your waist and abdomen, bend your wrists inward, and suddenly exert force with your forearms.

Although this ball has downward spin, according to the law of conservation of energy, you cannot have both speed and spin.

Since Zhang Jiahao chose speed, the rotation of the ball will naturally not be that strong.

Therefore, Chen Jin did not need to give too much friction. With his strength, he was able to offset the slight backspin of the ball.
"Snapped!"

The sound of hitting the ball is like a dragon's roar.

The small ping-pong ball, like a dragon that suddenly broke free from its restraints, rushed towards Zhang Jiahao with unparalleled power.

The force is tremendous and unstoppable.

"Fuck!"

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin's attack was so violent that it was completely beyond his imagination. Zhang Jiahao's face changed slightly.

He didn't wait for him to step down and release the force.

Whoosh!
The ping-pong ball had already flown past his hand at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

"As expected of my brother Jin!"

Zhang Jiahao smiled bitterly in his heart.

Turn around and run to pick up the ball.

But the ping-pong ball fell to the ground, still spinning strongly and making a "chi chi chi" sound.

"Sure enough, playing this kind of stealing long ball with Brother Jin is like a dog entering the toilet."

"That's all. I'll steal one more and I won't steal again."

Zhang Jiahao’s idea is actually very simple.

If the first long ball steal fails, the opponent will most likely think that he dare not steal the long ball again.

But, I did the opposite.

Thinking in reverse and launching a sudden attack may have miraculous effects.

"It's impossible to confront him head-on. I can never confront Brother Jin head-on in this lifetime."

Zhang Jiahao thought to himself, "I can't compete with you in terms of power, rotation, or landing point. I can only survive by playing with my psychology."

Think of this.

As if he had seen himself winning, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"Ok?"

With a quick glance, Chen Jin keenly caught the upturned expression on Zhang Jiahao's lips, and his mind suddenly became clear, "This kid still wants to grow up secretly?"

Having lived with Zhang Jiahao for so many years, how could I not know how many hairs this kid has on his butt?
"Playing mind games with me, huh?"

Chen Jin saw through Zhang Jiahao's thoughts at a glance.

but.

But he remained calm.

It was as if he had no idea of ​​Zhang Jiahao's tricks.

No surprises.

As expected, Zhang Jiahao chose to steal Chen Jin's backhand long ball for his second serve.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin did the same thing and tore it apart with his backhand.

"..."

Zhang Jiahao was still eagerly waiting for Chen Jin to receive his serve.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin ripped the ball with his backhand again without mercy.

Before he could react.

The ping-pong ball brushed past his hand again and flew past with a whoosh.

"What just happened?"

Zhang Jiahao looked confused, "I didn't steal it?" He turned his head to look.

But the referee had already started flipping the scoreboard.

0: 2.

It was obvious that his previous shot was discovered by Chen Jin again.

"You didn't steal this?"

Zhang Jiahao smiled bitterly, "Brother Jin, are you going to let me live?"

You will definitely not win if you fight head-on, and you will also be at a disadvantage if you play psychological games.

what can I do?
I'm desperate too!

Change sides to serve.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Jiahao jumped a few times on the spot, shouted "hohohahahei" a few times, and regained his spirit.

Then he lowered his body and stared at Chen Jin.

Since he holds the racket with his left hand, the forehand and backhand positions for him are completely opposite to those of right-handed players.

Therefore, Zhang Jiahao's position when receiving the serve is different.

He was not standing diagonally opposite Chen Jin; instead, their positions were almost in a straight line.

"Da da da……"

He glanced at the other party out of habit, and seeing that Zhang Jiahao was ready to receive the serve, Chen Jin grabbed the ping-pong ball.

With no expression on his face, he still served with a hook shot.

When Chen Jin threw the ball up, Zhang Jiahao had already straightened up, his feet shaking, ready to make a short or long shot on the table at any time.

however.

Unexpectedly.

The ping-pong ball was falling and about to hit Chen Jin's racket.

Chen Jin turned his body suddenly and exerted force on his hands.

"Whoosh!"

He actually hooked a quick long ball to Zhang Jiahao's backhand.

To know.

Zhang Jiahao holds the racket with his left hand, and his backhand position is exactly in a straight line with Chen Jinfa's position when serving the ball.

Generally speaking, the best way to extend the length is to use a diagonal line.

Because the distance between the diagonal lines is sufficient, it is not easy to serve the ball out of bounds.

If the straight-line distance is too short, the risk of serving the ball out of bounds will be greatly increased.

more importantly.

Zhang Jiahao never thought that Chen Jin, who was always known for his steady serve, would steal a quick long ball from his backhand.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jiahao was a little caught off guard and wanted to leave the stage quickly.

But Chen Jin's ball was fast and long, like lightning and thunder, and it landed almost on the white edge of the baseline.

A very extreme serve!
Zhang Jiahao had no time to retreat from the stage. He could only rely on his good waist and lean back to try to relieve the force.

however.

In a panic, neither the strength nor the friction was enough to offset the backspin of this fast and long ball.

The final result was that the return ball went into the net.

Zhang Jiahao felt bitter: "This is obviously my tactic... my tactic!"

However, the opponent used his tactics, played with his psychology, and defeated him!

In response to this, Zhang Jiahao said that he had nothing to say.

"Pooh!"

Zhang Jiahao curled his lips, glanced at Chen Jin, and spat on the ground, "People who play psychological tactics must have such dirty minds!"

Feeling Zhang Jiahao's resentful eyes, Chen Jin walked to the left side of the table, touched the table near the net, wiped the sweat off his face, and smiled at Zhang Jiahao.

"Don't talk about second brother, I just want you to see the dangers of the world."

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao exchanged glances.

off the field.

Wang Hao and Wang Liqin were watching the game intently.

In just three balls, it was like a duel between two martial arts masters. The winner was decided in a flash of swords and the separation of figures.

Laymen may only be able to watch the fun, but big guys like Wang Hao and Wang Liqin have already figured out the tricks.

"Zhang Jiahao knew he couldn't beat Chen Jin in a head-on fight, so he used tactics and psychology."

Wang Hao smiled and said, "The idea is correct, but Chen Jin knows him too well."

"Chen Jin's two backhand shots were explosive, with delicate movements and focused power, and were not inferior to top horizontal board players at all."

Wang Liqin nodded, amazed, "Xie Mingyang deserved the loss."

Before this, he had only heard that his most talented student had been defeated by Chen Jin.

And the defeat was horrible.

Originally, Wang Liqin was still thinking that no matter how good a 15 or 16-year-old boy was, he could not be that strong due to limitations of physical strength and other factors.

But when he saw it today, he realized that he had preconceived ideas.

This backhand tearing power...is he really sixteen years old?

Wang Liqin even had the urge to pull Chen Jin to measure his bone age immediately.

(End of this chapter)