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

Chapter 471 Chen Jin VS Wang Chuqin This serve is really well concealed!

Chapter 471 Chen Jin VS Wang Chuqin (Part 1) This serve... is really well concealed!
Lusail Stadium.

The men's singles final at the Doha World Table Tennis Championships has not yet started.

But the stands were already packed.

The two camps are clearly distinct.

Wang Chuqin's fans, holding up meticulously crafted banners and light sticks, formed a continuous line.

The words "Go Wang Chuqin!" and "Da Tou will win!" were particularly eye-catching under the lights.

Chen Jin's fan support group was equally impressive.

He and Wang Chuqin were implicitly rivaling each other.

The key point is that there were quite a few foreign faces at the scene, holding up banners to cheer for Chen Jin in one hand and waving small red national flags in the other.

This sight drew frequent glances from the VIP spectator area.

"In less than a year, Chen Jin has gained so many fans and supporters."

Liu Guoliang couldn't help but sigh, "There are even foreigners here."

"Perhaps this is the charm of strength."

Wang Liqin smiled.

It must be said that compared to the shakehand grip, Chen Jin's penhold grip style is more creative and highly entertaining.

With absolute strength, they attract fans and conquer audiences.

Instead of relying on hype to create a romantic pairing.

at this time.

The VIP viewing area has already gathered almost all of the coaches and players of the Chinese national table tennis team.

Qin Zhijian, Wang Hao, Liu Zhiqiang, and others appeared relaxed, sometimes playing with their phones, sometimes talking with their heads down.

Without the torment of off-court coaching, both Wang Hao and Liu Zhiqiang appeared noticeably younger.

Liang Jingkun, Lin Gaoyuan, Lin Shidong, Xie Mingyang, Zhang Jiahao, Huang Youzheng and other male team players were all present to watch this fierce competition.

Even female team members like Ye Sijia, Lin Xinyu, and Li Linghan took their seats, their faces full of anticipation.

"Chen Jin, keep it up!"

Looking at Chen Jin's name on the big screen, Li Linghan silently recited it in her heart.

After winning the mixed doubles title at the Lima Regular Challenge with Chen Jin, she has been training with the second team ever since.

Opportunities to participate are extremely rare.

However, she didn't miss a single one of Chen Jin's matches.

I watched silently as Chen Jin rose to become number one in the world, and the gap between us widened.

She served as a sparring partner for the team at the Doha World Table Tennis Championships.

She encountered Chen Jin several times at the training hall and hotel, but she could never muster the courage to even take the initiative to say a word to him.

Just like now, all we can do is watch Chen Jin's figure and silently offer our blessings.

……

Backstage.

Waiting area.

The lighting is soft.

Although people were coming and going in a hurry, it was surprisingly quiet.

They were afraid of startling the two fierce tigers that were poised to pounce.

Chen Jin and Wang Chuqin sat at opposite ends.

Between the two was a distance that was both icy cold and filled with the smoke of battle.

It resembles the Han-Chu border.

This is the calm before the storm, as if a tempest is about to break, and everyone needs their own space to settle their chaotic emotions.

Chen Jin sat upright with his eyes closed.

Like an old monk in deep meditation.

In my mind, tactics and strategies flashed back like a movie.

"Serves should focus on whether the ball has spin or not, control the ball within the table, vary the length of the landing point, and when attacking, don't hesitate, be decisive."

"When defending, pay attention to protecting your forehand corner."

"In a stalemate, dare to use a strong backhand counter-attack to look for opportunities to change to a straight line..."

He placed his fingers on his knees and tapped them lightly, mimicking the motion of hitting a ball.

the other side.

Wang Chuqin wore headphones, his face expressionless, his eyes sharply fixed on the ground.

Just like Chen Jin.

His mind was also busy.

He secretly practiced repeatedly how to disrupt Chen Jin's serve and attack with a backhand topspin, how to suppress Chen Jin's backhand in long rallies, and how to move Chen Jin around by changing the placement of his shots.

An invisible pressure spread from the air.

It was as if even the passage of time had become viscous and slow.

Although separated by thick walls, the noise from the venue could be faintly heard, like distant ocean waves.

"Countdown, five minutes."

Staff came to remind them, "Both players, please prepare to enter the arena."

Hear the sound.

Chen Jin and Wang Chuqin looked up at the same time.

His eyes were electric.

On the playing field.

The St. Bride's Cup, the silver trophy symbolizing the highest honor in men's table tennis, stands quietly on the display stand in the center of the venue, awaiting its new owner.

The spotlight illuminated the trophy, reflecting a cool yet alluring light.

The referee team has begun its final preparations.

A storm is brewing, and the wind is already blowing through the building.

Suddenly, the lights danced and the music became exhilarating.

The host's powerful and passionate voice resounded throughout the venue: "Ladies and gentlemen, the men's singles final of the 58th World Table Tennis Championships is about to begin. Let's count down from five together."

"five!"

"Four!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"First, let's welcome—Wang Chuqin!!!"

"From China!"

The words have not yet fallen.

The fans at the scene cheered enthusiastically.

Wang Chuqin walked slowly onto the field, waving as he headed towards his rest area.

"Let's give a round of applause and cheers to welcome—Chen Jin!"

"From China!"

The applause and cheers rose in waves.

The lights from the dome cascaded down, focusing on the maroon table in the center.

A small pool table, yet it feels like a battlefield.

Standing before the referee once more, facing him directly, Wang Chuqin's sharp eyes, gleaming with the edge honed through countless fierce battles, shot intimidatingly towards Chen Jin.

In just one year, they faced off several times, each time ending in a crushing defeat.

Those defeats, like branding marks, were deeply etched into his career.

This has led to him, the core player of the men's table tennis team in the post-Long Pang era, being subjected to much criticism.

In order to avenge his previous defeat at the Doha World Table Tennis Championships, he made targeted preparations as early as during the closed training period.

Now, we are determined to win!
"The championship is mine!"

A flame seemed to burn in Wang Chuqin's eyes.

In contrast, Chen Jin remained as calm and composed as ever.

It seemed that, in his eyes, this World Table Tennis Championships men's singles final was nothing more than an ordinary group match.

The person appears relaxed on the outside but is tense on the inside.

Toss a coin to guess who will go first.

Wang Chuqin won the right to serve in the first game.

As is customary, we warmed up with sparring.

"Snapped!"

……

Taking advantage of the last opportunity before the competition, the two adjusted their respective conditions.

"Wang Chuqin—"

"come on!"

……

"Go for it—" "Chen Jin!"

The battle on the field has yet to begin.

The fans in the stands have already begun their open and covert rivalry.

The sparring session ended quickly.

"Hoo ho ho..."

Wang Chuqin held a ping-pong ball, bounced around a few times, and turned to look at Chen Jin.

Chen Jin bent over, poised to strike.

"Da da da, da da da..."

Wang Chuqin held a small white ball in his palm, a racket in his left hand, and remained silent for a moment.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Sudden.

Wang Chuqin made a move.

Toss the ball upwards and pull back the racket.

At the moment of contact with the ball, the wrist suddenly jerks.
"laugh!"

Near the center line.

Short side down.

With a push of his foot, Chen Jin quickly stepped forward, leaned forward, and with a quick flick of his wrist, lightly sliced the ball down, decisively sending it back to Wang Chuqin's backhand baseline.

This shot was fast, spun, and high.

It has a strong downspin.

Faced with this high-quality long chop, Wang Chuqin reacted extremely quickly without the slightest hesitation.

With swift footwork, a sliding step to the side creates space for hitting the ball.

At the same time, the left hand draws back the racket, and the whole body is like a drawn bow.

Power from the waist and abdomen, unleash a powerful forehand smash.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was deafening.

A white lightning bolt shot straight towards Chen Jin's center.

This shot was decisive and ruthless, demonstrating a fierce playing style.

however.

Chen Jin is no easy man.

The moment Wang Chuqin turned to the side, it seemed as if he had anticipated the attack route.

He quickly adjusted his footing and shifted his weight rapidly.

Use the opponent's force against them, and defend with a backhand.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball hurtled towards Wang Chuqin's left side of the table.

I thought that with a powerful forehand smash down the line, I could catch Chen Jin off guard.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin's defense was so solid.

Fortunately, Wang Chuqin reacted quickly.

Although he had just completed a powerful side-step attack and his center of gravity was still on his right side, Wang Chuqin gritted his teeth and stomped hard on the ball as it flew toward his forehand.

"Whoosh-"

Like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, he took a large stride and leaped out.

At the maximum distance, seize the landing point and forcefully counter-attack the cross-court line with a forehand.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball, carrying a powerful force, drew a strange arc in mid-air and, like lightning, slammed towards Chen Jin's backhand side once again.

Between the lightning and the fire.

Chen Jinru strolled leisurely, taking a slight step back.

However, the body's center of gravity remains forward.

Facing the incoming ball, the backhand racket moves like a sharp sword suddenly drawn from its sheath.

"Snapped!"

Penetrates the baseboard, tears straight lines quickly.

Like a white rainbow piercing the sun, the ping-pong ball seemed to carry a sharp sword-like edge, slashing towards Wang Chuqin's backhand opening.

Power, speed, and landing point—all have reached a state of perfection.

"Fuck!"

Wang Chuqin's expression changed drastically.

He had just made a save, and his body had not yet returned to its normal position, with his weight entirely on his left side.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin raised his hand and, with a casual gesture, delivered an unreasonable backhand straight shot.

Even if Wang Chuqin is fast, it's too late for him to defend and counterattack.

He could only look back at the moon, watching helplessly as a white shadow flashed by, like a spear flying towards him, instantly piercing through his right side.

0: 1.

Chen Jinxian won the first prize.

"nice shot!"

In the stands, thunderous applause and cheers erupted.

"Pretty!"

Zhang Jiahao was filled with excitement and was about to jump up to applaud and cheer for Chen Jin.

Suddenly it dawned on me that this was a civil war.

He was surrounded by his coaches and teammates.

Such blatant favoritism towards Chen Jin will likely draw criticism in the future.

Therefore, it was forcibly suppressed.

But the upturned corners of his mouth are harder to suppress than an AK.

The first point of the final.

The two players on the field then abandoned their probing tactics.

They went straight to the point, fighting fiercely from the start.

Whether it was Chen Jin's proactive long chop or Wang Chuqin's explosive side-step charge, both proved this point.

"Two consecutive powerful forehand smashes couldn't finish him off?"

Wang Chuqin frowned slightly and sniffed habitually. "Instead, he almost tore off a straight shot... It seems we need to work on our serve and attack strategy."

Think of this.

The second ball.

Wang Chuqin adjusted his breathing slightly, stuck out his buttocks, and tossed the ball up again.

"laugh!"

The forehand is short.

Chen Jin stepped forward, attempting to make a short move.

This was to limit Wang Chuqin's initiative.

However, at the moment of contact with the ball.

"Ok?"

Chen Jin was slightly taken aback.

Because Wang Chuqin's serve is extremely fast and highly deceptive, he could only judge that it was a backspin by Wang Chuqin's hand movements.

As it turned out, he was absolutely right.