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

Chapter 46 [046] Stealth Growth! Stealth Growth Again! (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
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Zhang Jiahao glanced at the scoreboard, wiped the sweat off his face, and felt calm inside.

Knowing that even if he practiced for another hundred years, he might not be a match for Chen Jin, his mentality had already become as calm as a salted fish.

"My requirements are not high. As long as I don't get my head shaved, I'll be considered successful."

All in all, if we can get at least one point in each game, there should be hope...right?

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang, you have to be strong. Even though the odds are slim, there is still hope."

"Awesome!"

Zhang Jiahao secretly cheered himself up in his heart.

His eyes suddenly became murderous.

however.

When he stood in front of the pool table, he lowered his center of gravity and looked up at Chen Jin.

The two people's eyes met in the air.

"Ow~"

Through self-hypnosis, the momentum that Zhang Jiahao had accumulated with great difficulty was instantly weakened by half.

But the other person's eyes were as fierce as thunder and lightning, making people dare not look directly at him.

"Brother Jin's aura on the court is too strong. It's impossible to learn from him."

Zhang Jiahao sighed, "Speaking of which... Brother Jin won't steal my backhand long ball again this time, right?"

He was still frightened by the steal of the ball just now, and he even became a little emo.

"No!"

"From what I know about Jin, he's better at playing reverse psychology than I am."

"Perhaps he had expected that I would think he would not steal my backhand long ball, so he might do the opposite and steal it again."

"Yes, I must be on guard."

Think of this.

Zhang Jiahao's position moved slightly towards the center line.

In this way, even if Chen Jin steals his backhand long ball, he still has space to hit the ball with his hand.

It won't be like what happened just now, where he was blocked by the long ball.

Although he knew that he was no match for Chen Jin, Zhang Jiahao never gave up easily.

Facing strong opponents and defeats, they are still constantly adjusting their tactics and playing style, trying to find even the slightest chance of winning.

"Da da da……"

Seeing that Zhang Jiahao was ready, Chen Jin grabbed the ping-pong ball and placed it in his palm.

Two seconds of silence.

Throw the ball vertically upward, at least 16 cm away from your hand.

In order to better combine the force and hit a higher quality ball, although it is thrown a little bit slanted, it is still within the rules.

and.

After throwing the ball, Chen Jin quickly moved his left arm away.

The arc of the falling ping-pong ball and the moment it hit the racket were neither concealed by the body nor blocked by the head.

"Another hook?"

Zhang Jiahao raised his eyebrows slightly.

Once bitten, twice shy.

For fear that Chen Jin would steal his backhand long ball again, he kept a close eye on Chen Jin's body center of gravity and the changes in the board shape.

Unsurprisingly.

At the beginning, Chen Jin's hook serve was fine.

But at the moment of touching the ball.

Like lightning.

Chen Jin's board shape did indeed undergo some subtle changes.

Compared with the short ball down the side, the board shape is obviously much more upright.

This change is fleeting.

However, Zhang Jiahao still caught it sharply: "It is indeed a sneak growth! It is a sneak growth again!"

Fortunately, I predicted it in advance and was fully prepared this time.

Haha, I finally suppressed Brother Jin in terms of tactical IQ!
The mind has not changed.

Sudden.

As if a sudden inspiration came to him, Zhang Jiahao suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"wrong!"

"Although it's still a long steal, this time it's not a backhand long ball..."

Wait for him to react.

His eyes turned.

But under Chen Jin's delicate and bold manipulation, the small ping-pong ball flew towards his forehand at a large angle fiercely and quickly, like a leopard chasing its prey.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jiahao, who was about to hit the ball backhand, suddenly changed his expression.

He had planned everything, but he hadn't expected that Chen Jin would steal the ball with a forehand quick move!

For Chen Jin.

Zhang Jiahao's forehand bottom corner was a diagonal shot, with a longer distance and a lower risk of making a mistake. The most important thing was that Zhang Jiahao had just made a fatal subtle move.

That is... moving towards the center line.

Just by this seemingly casual action, Chen Jin guessed: "This kid thought I would steal his backhand long ball."

Since Zhang Jiahao focuses more on backhand defense, he will lose sight of one while focusing on another, so he will not be able to take care of his forehand too much.

Therefore, Chen Jin did not hesitate and did as Zhang Jiahao wished, stealing again.

It’s just that the stolen one is the forehand one.

however.

Zhang Jiahao's ability to make it to the semi-finals was not just due to luck.

His strength should not be underestimated either.

Seeing the ping-pong ball flying towards his forehand corner baseline like a wolf or a tiger.

Zhang Jiahao stomped his right foot hard on the ground, took a big step across the ground, and rushed out like an arrow, regardless of his own safety.

"Snapped!"

To everyone's surprise, he actually pulled the ball back.

however.

One of them used too much force and couldn't stop, so he fell to the ground and turned over.

Fortunately, the final venue was larger, so I didn't hit the barrier.

After rolling on the ground, Zhang Jiahao did not stop for half a second. He jumped up and rushed to the backhand position like crazy, ignoring the scratches on his arms and knees.

He knew it very well.

Although I managed to save the ball just now, the quality of the return was not high.

Given Chen Jin's playing style, he will never be lenient.

And Zhang Jiahao's backhand space is exactly the best landing point for Chen Jin's next ball!
As it turned out, Zhang Jiahao was right.

Seeing Zhang Jiahao desperately saving the ball, there was no mercy in Chen Jin's eyes.

While the opponent was falling to the ground, Chen Jin looked indifferent and then casually made a backhand quick shot in a straight line.

"Whoosh!"

The ping-pong ball brushed the white line on the table at Zhang Jiahao's backhand position and flew over.

No matter how fast Zhang Jiahao walked, he couldn't catch up and could only sigh in despair.

There's nothing he can do. He's already tried his best on this ball.

Still unable to turn the tide.

Of course, Zhang Jiahao didn't have even a trace of resentment towards Chen Jin.

Some are just regretful and sad.

"Brother Jin, although you often played with me before, it was not this way."

Zhang Jiahao looked at Chen Jin with resentment in his eyes, "You have so many tricks, do you really want to kill me?"

"Sorry."

Chen Jin had a blank expression on his face and raised his hand to signal.

In this match, the two players fought for only three rounds.

However, Wang Hao and Wang Liqin smiled, nodded repeatedly and applauded continuously.

Whether it is Chen Jin's delicate control of the opponent's position details and psychology on the court, or the decisiveness and stability of the backhand fast straight line on the last ball.

Or it was Zhang Jiahao's selfless fighting spirit when he saved the ball... Putting aside his skills, the spirit alone is enough to move people.

"Chen Jin's backhand-to-straight-line move just now is somewhat similar to your past."

Wang Liqin said with a smile.

"We were all taught by the same master, how could we be different?"

Wang Hao had a smile on his face and looked at Chen Jin on the field with kindness.

I don't know why, the more I watch it, the more I love it.

Is this my junior fellow apprentice?
Do not!
He is clearly his own son!
As for Xiaopang...

As everyone knows, I, Wang Hao, have two sons!
"This kid not only has outstanding strength in his hands, but also has a meticulous control over various details on the court."

Wang Liqin's tone and expression could not hide his admiration for Chen Jin, "I really like him."

"What?"

Wang Hao saw through his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys at a glance, "Are you moved again?"

"Kind of."

Staring at Chen Jin as if he had discovered a treasure, Wang Liqin rubbed his hands together and grinned.

But soon, he reacted, turned his head to look at Wang Hao, and whispered: "Is Zhang Lei also interested in Chen Jin?"

"It's not clear yet."

Wang Hao shook his head, looked in the direction where Liu Guoliang left, and lowered his voice, "However, after this selection, who wouldn't want to compete for such a good seedling?"

"Right."

Wang Liqin was silent for a moment, "A big tree attracts the wind. We'll see what choice Chen Jin makes when the time comes."

"It's a pity that the Bayi team was disbanded."

Wang Hao sighed, "Otherwise, I would definitely find a way to get him into the Bayi team."

"..."

Wang Liqin fell silent again and said nothing more.

(End of this chapter)