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

Chapter 47 [047] The collapsed Zhang Jiahao: Please shut up

In the following matches, even though he knew that there was a huge gap in strength and he was no match for his opponent, Zhang Jiahao gritted his teeth and did not lie down and let others do whatever they wanted.

Constantly change tactics, combine positive and negative tactics, try to find a breakthrough point and open up the situation.

However, in the face of absolute overwhelming strength, any tactics are futile.

Chen Jin was like an iron wall, with an impenetrable defense. No matter how hard Zhang Jiahao bombarded him, he could not break through at all.

Sometimes it was as if the god of death had descended, and the attacks were fierce and ferocious, forcing Zhang Jiahao to retreat step by step, leaving him no room to fight back.

Defense, offense, inside the table...the rhythm of the entire game is all in Chen Jin's hands.

Do whatever you want with ease.

All of Zhang Jiahao's tactics were completely dissolved into thin air.

Actually.

The audience already knew the outcome of the game and did not have to speculate.

The only thing I am curious about is whether Chen Jin will show some mercy when facing his good friend from the same provincial team.

And how many points can Zhang Jiahao score under Chen Jin's guidance.

Logically speaking, the two of them came from the same provincial team, trained regularly on weekdays, and were very familiar with each other's playing styles.

Even if Zhang Jiahao cannot win, at least he won't lose too badly.

however.

Judging from the content of the game, this does not seem to be the case at all.

Seeing Zhang Jiahao sweating profusely, trying his best and risking his life, it was still difficult for him to get a point from Chen Jin.

As everyone at the scene watched the game, their initial sympathy gradually turned into empathy, and they felt deeply for Zhang Jiahao.

Especially Ouyang Liangqin and others.

It was as if he saw his former self in Zhang Jiahao, and the memories of the dead began to attack him fiercely.

For a while.

They shed tears and turned to cheer for Zhang Jiahao.

"Zhang, Zhang...Brother Zhang, please carry our will and strive to break the record and get two more points in the hands of Master Chen Jin."

The first four rounds of the round-robin tournament are played in a best-of-three format.

Therefore, no one in the POW camp could get more than three points from Chen Jin.

The format of the semi-finals has been changed to best-of-seven. Zhang Jiahao is very likely to break the record and get more than three points.

"Get two more points and break the record?"

Hearing the "encouragement" from Ouyang Liangqin and the others, Zhang Jiahao couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, "You think too highly of me."

His mood at this moment echoed the words of a famous table tennis player: "I am not too afraid of Chen Jin's ball. The only way I will lose to him is if I cannot beat him."

"Hiss~ This board burst, the hit was so fierce, it made my teeth hurt just looking at it."

"By the way, aren't they teammates in a provincial team? They've been eating and training together these past few days, and they seem to have a good relationship. Why did Chen Jin attack them so cruelly? He didn't even give them face."

"It's more than just ruthless, it's downright brutal! The explosive charge is fine, but look at where he landed, the diagonal angle... Even if Ryu Seungmin from the 04 Olympics or Suzhou Dragons from the 15 Olympics came, they wouldn't be able to catch it."

"There are no fathers and sons in the arena, let alone brothers. I think there is nothing wrong with Chen Jin's play."

"Zhao, this is too brutal. This is not a competition, it's a massacre... I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to the toilet to relieve myself."

"Chen Jin, this kid, obviously has thick black hair and is not bald, so why is he so strong?"

"There is a cheat, there must be a cheat!"

"Looking at Zhang Jiahao trying his best to save the ball even though he knew he was going to lose, it's very similar to myself who can't live a good life no matter how hard I try..."

"Zhang Jiahao, you better work harder and crush Chen Jin!"

"Come on, Zhang Jiahao! Come on!"

……

With such an attitude, most people at the scene sympathized with Zhang Jiahao's situation.

When Chen Jin scored, there was almost total silence, and the applause was sparse, like a goat taking a shit.

But once Zhang Jiahao scores, even if it is a lucky shot that hits the net or the edge of the net.

Suddenly, cheers, applause, whistles... all kinds of sounds mixed together, like a mountain torrent and tsunami, resounding throughout the training venue, and the ceiling was shaking slightly.
The scene was like Zhang Jiahao had won the championship.

Chen Jin was a little speechless about this.

"I'm only a little bit stronger, not some demon king or villain. Is it necessary for you to target me like this?"

immediately.

The attack became even more ruthless.

Clearly feeling that Chen Jin was beating him harder, Zhang Jiahao had a sad face and almost knelt down in front of the audience: "Please shut up."

"You are the ones who talk big, but I am the one who suffers."

"If you really think I'm guilty, you could have put me in a sewing machine instead of framing and torturing me like this."

The gap in strength is like an objective law and cannot be changed by the will of the audience or fans.

Otherwise, some people would have won too many championships long ago.

Four games are played.

Including pauses and rest times, it took less than twenty-five minutes.

The result of the match was just as Coach Zhang had expected before the game. Zhang Jiahao tried his best but only got two small points.

Moreover, these two points were all lucky goals.

Either wipe the net or wipe the edge.

If it weren't for the blessing of luck, Zhang Jiahao would have no doubt that Chen Jin would shave his head bald for four rounds.

"Brother Jin, when you retire, you can become Tony's teacher."

After the game, Zhang Jiahao shook hands with Chen Jin and said with a wry smile, "Your skill in shaving people's heads is truly unique."

"Okay."

After the match, Chen Jin no longer had the intimidating aura and murderous intent. The smile on his face was as warm and gentle as the spring breeze. "Am I not testing my hand on you now?"

Zhang Jiahao: “…”

Compared to the overwhelming support on site.

Only Wang Hao and Wang Liqin looked at Chen Jin with a smile, their faces full of doting, as if they had seen their own precious son.

The inner appreciation and love are beyond words and cannot be concealed at all.

She wished she could immediately add Chen Jin to her own harem.

"This Zhang Jiahao is actually pretty good. He has a high basketball IQ, clear thinking, and a commendable spirit."

Wang Liqin commented, "It's a pity that the backhand is a little weak, and there is enough spin but not enough power. It reminds me of another old friend of ours."

"Pol?"

Wang Hao crossed his arms and looked at Zhang Jiahao. "It's normal for a 15- or 16-year-old boy to lack strength. With training, there is still room for improvement. But basketball IQ cannot be improved by training alone."

Other than that.

In Wang Hao's opinion, Zhang Jiahao has another advantage, which is that he holds the racket with his left hand.

He is clearly the chosen one for doubles!
After watching this game, Wang Hao discovered that Zhang Jiahao had a lot of abilities that could adapt to doubles from his playing style.

Holding the racket with his left hand, running all over the table, making loops from mid- to long-range, making a second start with his feet, and trying desperately to save the ball...it is somewhat similar to Xu Xin back then.

The only difference is that one of them uses a straight-blade and the other uses a horizontal-blade.

In Wang Hao's mind, he has even planned Zhang Jiahao's future training direction.

As for Chen Jin...it goes without saying that our own son, whether in terms of hard power or basketball IQ, crushes Zhang Jiahao in all aspects!
"If this person is not included in the national team, I, as the head coach of the men's team, will immediately resign!"

Wang Hao's eyes were firm.

(End of this chapter)