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

Chapter 472 Chen Jin VS Wang Chuqin (Part 2) Off-field interference!

Switch sides and serve.

Chen Jin stood on the left side of the table tennis table, twirling a small white ball between his fingertips and blowing on it.

He crouched slightly, his gaze sharp.

Toss the ball and prepare to swing.

"laugh!"

As always, a shovel-style hook serve.

The ping-pong ball, with a subtle spin, landed near the net on Wang Chuqin's forehand side.

Wang Chuqin stepped forward and swung back to the center line.

Chen Jin adjusted his racket position, flicked his wrist slightly, and swung back to a small triangle with his backhand.

Unfortunately, the landing point was a little too long.

This gave Wang Chuqin the opportunity to make a quick charge from the side.

It was this slight difference that Wang Chuqin keenly noticed.

Wang Chuqin glided sideways, forcefully turning his body to the side to create space.

Facing the incoming ball, with a "snap," a forehand counter-attack down the line.

This shot was made by forcibly exerting force before the body's center of gravity was fully in place.

It may not be the highest quality, but it wins in terms of suddenness and the momentum of the battle.

Chen Jin adjusted his footing slightly.

Turning to the side, making way, taking hands, drawing back the racket... the movements are as smooth as flowing water, all done in one go.

Seize the moment when the ball is at its highest point and strike with your forehand like a whip.

"Snapped!"

An even more explosive forehand counter-loop.

The power, speed, and spin far surpassed Wang Chuqin's forceful topspin just now.

The ball, like a cannonball, slammed into Wang Chuqin's center.

Wang Chuqin had just finished forcibly turning to the side and his body was not yet fully stable.

Seeing the ball flying towards him, he instinctively reached out to block it, but his movement was already distorted.

However, it was half an inch too short.

歘!
The small white ball grazed the edge of his racket and flew away.

2: 1.

Chen Jin is in the lead again.

Then, continue serving.

It's still a hook hand.

The middle path is short.

Do not forward.

Wang Chuqin did not rush into action, but instead steadily dealt with the short-range attacks.

Seeing this, Chen Jin did not dwell on the matter.

With a sudden burst of force from his wrist, he delivered another swift chop.

It directly targets Wang Chuqin's backhand baseline.

Wang Chuqin reacted very quickly, taking a slight step back.

The body moves the left arm, and the left arm moves the wrist.

A backhand strike followed by a spin and forward acceleration.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball, with a strong arc, flew towards Chen Jin's center at extremely high speed.

Chen Jin did not back down and stood at the front.

With a backhand flick, it quickly tears a diagonal line.

It is fast, has a flat arc, is powerful, and is extremely oppressive.

Wang Chuqin quickly shifted his weight and executed a fast forehand drive.

Use the opponent's force against them; make small, quick movements.

The moment Wang Chuqin made his move, Chen Jin had already anticipated the trajectory and was about to unleash a powerful forehand smash.

Unexpectedly, the ball grazed the net a little.

The trajectory and rhythm changed accordingly.

This sudden change caught even Chen Jin off guard.

Originally, Chen Jin was prepared to unleash a powerful forehand smash.

The starting positions have all been adjusted.

But this net shot disrupted everything.

In a rush, a second startup was launched.

It was still a bit too slow.

I barely managed to glide the ball along the edge of the racket.

"Break!"

The ball flew out of bounds at an angle.

2: 2.

Wang Chuqin immediately raised his hand in response.

Chen Jin remained expressionless, reached out and touched the table, wiping the sweat from his fingers.

He didn't show the slightest fluctuation in his mentality because of this lucky ball.

After all, luck is also a part of the game.

The game continues.

Wang Chuqin serves.

"Break!"

A long ball, as fast as lightning, chased after Chen Jin.

Chen Jin flicked the ball forward with his backhand, sending it steadily onto the table.

It has little power, slow speed, and weak rotation.

It looked like a chance, but it went in too easily.

If we force it, we might make a mistake.

Wang Chuqin remained calm, suppressing the urge to unleash a powerful forehand smash from the side, and instead countered with a diagonal cross-court shot.

"Snapped!"

The ball flew towards Chen Jin's forehand corner.

Chen Jin took a cross step and executed a forehand counter-attack.

Wang Chuqin defended the mid-range and used the opportunity to counter-attack down the middle.

That shot was both fast and powerful.

Chen Jin stepped back two steps to the center of the platform.

Lower your center of gravity, tighten your waist and abdomen, swing your forehand, and pull back with great force.

"Snapped!"

His voice was like thunder, shaking the entire land.

It is powerful and heavy, with intense rotation.

The ping-pong ball, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, hurtled towards Wang Chuqin's backhand.

Wang Chuqin stood firmly at mid-to-close range, clearly feeling the fierce momentum of the incoming ball.

The sheer power and the incredible arc of the shot caused his pupils to shrink sharply.

"Well done!"

Knowing that rashly exerting force to counter-attack at this moment could easily lead to the ball going out of control due to its excessive spin, he realized that the ball was likely to go out of bounds.

Wang Chuqin made a quick judgment and used a backhand to deflect the force and defend.

Such a defensive strategy gave Chen Jin the opportunity to launch a series of attacks.

His center of gravity sank further, and he was almost sitting on the ground.

The arm swings out sharply from bottom to top, meeting the attack head-on.

"Snapped!"

This shot, like a meteorite from outer space, carried destructive power and spin, streaking across the sky with astonishing speed. It directly pierced through Wang Chuqin's backhand defense.

The ball landed on the table with a dull thud, then bounced rapidly away.

2: 3.

"That backhand shot just now was too conservative."

Wang Chuqin shook his head, clearly dissatisfied with his handling of the situation. "I should have gone for a forehand at him."

Serve again.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

Chen Jin is short.

Wang Chuqin swings back.

Chen Jin continued to play the short game.

……

The two engaged in a meticulous contest of wits on stage.

It was a back-and-forth battle, with neither side giving an inch.

The small white ball bounces back and forth in front of the net.

It appears light and peaceful, but in reality, it harbors deadly intent.

Even the slightest misjudgment in control, such as a slight deviation in landing point, trajectory, or spin, will give the opponent an opportunity.

Therefore, both of them were extremely cautious, as if walking on thin ice.

After several rounds, Chen Jin took the initiative to seek change.

Suddenly slowing down the pace, the original starting point of the jump was shortened, and the initial descent was lengthened.

They headed straight for Wang Chuqin's central route.

This change came suddenly.

However, Wang Chuqin reacted extremely quickly.

Immediately step back and turn to the side, rubbing your arm upwards as if pulling up a scallion from dry land, creating a high-hanging arc.

Seeing this, Chen Jin countered with a backhand block.

However, he seemed to have underestimated the spin intensity of Wang Chuqin's high-loop topspin.

The ping-pong ball bounced sharply with a strong arc, clearly rising as it landed on the table. Chen Jin pressed down with his paddle, but unexpectedly, the rubber slipped.

歘!
The ball went into the net.

3: 3.

The score is tied again.

"Whoo~"

The two walked to the sidelines, picked up towels, and wiped their sweat.

The atmosphere inside the venue remained tense.

A short rest is a time for adjustment and also a time to recharge.

Wiping his sweat, Chen Jin walked to the service position, ready to serve.

Just as he was about to throw the ball.

Sudden.

Suddenly, a sharp, high-pitched female voice erupted from the audience: "Wang Chuqin, go for it!"

This immediately shattered the silence of the scene.

Chen Jin's gesture clearly paused.

The ball-throwing action was passively interrupted.

Chen Jin lowered his hand, frowned, and glanced in the direction from which the sound came.

"Be quiet, please."

The referee glanced back and spoke up to remind them.

Wait until it's completely quiet.

Chen Jin adjusted his breathing and served again.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

Wang Chuqin made a fuss.

Chen Jin swings back.

……

The two players once again found themselves in control of the small ball inside the table.

After three or five rounds, it was difficult to determine who was superior.

Chen Jin was eager to make the first move.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chuqin brushed against a dead net when he returned the ball.

3: 4.

"Wow--"

A burst of excited screams erupted from the stands.

"It's just a lucky ball, what's so exciting about it? Is it necessary to yell like that?"

Zhang Jiahao was dissatisfied and muttered to himself.

But what can be done about dissatisfaction?

He couldn't possibly gag the fans at the scene with something.

My mind hasn't changed.

Chen Jin remained calm as he walked to his serving position, ready to serve.

Just as he tossed the ball and prepared to racket.

Sudden.

Another piercing scream rang out.

"Must win!"

Like a demonic sound filling the ears.

Chen Jin's mind was disturbed, and his movements faltered once again.

This time, the impact seems to be even greater.

The planned serving rhythm was disrupted.

At the moment of impact after tossing the ball, there was a slight deviation in wrist control.

The original short ball became half-out of bounds.

Such a serve is tantamount to giving away a point to a top player like Wang Chuqin.

A sharp glint flashed in Wang Chuqin's eyes, and he made no hesitation.

Like a cheetah that has been waiting for a long time, it starts moving instantly, sliding sideways.

The forehand was swung out like lightning.

"Snapped!"

Rush across the diagonal.

It aimed straight at Chen Jin's backhand corner.

Chen Jin reacted extremely quickly, relying on his excellent prediction and instinct, and subconsciously took a big step to the left.

"Snapped!"

He turned around and looked back.

The ball returns very quickly and the trajectory is very tricky.

However, Wang Chuqin, having landed a successful blow, was riding high on his momentum and moved with incredible speed, quickly adjusting his position.

Observing the trajectory of Chen Jin's return shot, I unleashed another powerful backhand.

"Snapped!"

He countered Chen Jin's open forehand position.

Chen Jingang just made a last-ditch save and hasn't regained his balance yet.

There was nothing that could be done about the ball that was heading straight for the far corner of the forehand.

With a whoosh, the ball swept past him.

5: 3.

In the final, every point counts.

Wang Chuqin scored three consecutive points, giving him a lead.

This drove the fans at the scene into a frenzy.

"Depend on!"

“Do you have the qualities?”

"Can you please not yell when serving?"

Zhang Jiahao and the others could see it clearly and knew that Chen Jin's serve just now was obviously affected by the screams of the fans outside the court, which caused the half-out-of-bounds error.

Otherwise, how could Wang Chuqin have been given the opportunity to launch a surprise attack?
However, fan behavior is beyond our control.

There was nothing they could do.

"Ladie".

The referee reminded him again, "Please keep quiet, think you."

Having finished speaking.

He raised his hand to signal that the game would continue.

"No."

Zhang Jiahao frowned. "Goal-checking, not replay?"

From a distance, the referee's gestures indicated that the serving team was changing sides.

"Depend on!"

Before Zhang Jiahao could even utter a curse.

On the court, Wang Chuqin has already served.

Short backhand.

Do not forward.

Chen Jin arranged a small triangle on the left side of the table, facing Wang Chuqin.

Wang Chuqin quickly stepped forward, lowered his body, and leaned under the table, unleashing a powerful forehand loop.

"laugh!"

Pull the ball towards Chen Jin's center.

The arc control is particularly exquisite; the force and speed are slightly inferior, but the rotation is intense.

Chen Jin remained calm and used a backhand to defend.

Wang Chuqin tore the diagonal lines in reverse.

Chen Jin pushed off with his feet, took his position, and pulled back with his forehand.

Seeing the immense force Chen Jin exerted, Wang Chuqin instinctively took a small step back and countered with a retaliatory tear.

Sensing that Wang Chuqin was about to leave the table, Chen Jin showed no mercy and continued to suppress Wang Chuqin's backhand position.

Its landing point is tricky, yet its power remains undiminished.

Wang Chuqin reacted instantly, alarm bells ringing in his mind: "I can't back down! If I back down, I'll definitely lose!"

This is a lesson he learned through many painful experiences in his matches against Chen Jin, and it is also a key point that the coaching team repeatedly emphasized during pre-match training.

Chen Jin's mid-to-long-range game strength is too formidable. Once a stalemate develops in the mid-to-long-range game, my chances of survival are slim.

Think about this.

Wang Chuqin quickly adjusted his position, shifting his weight forward.

Despite the powerful force of the incoming ball, he forcefully countered with his backhand, tearing through Chen Jin's middle.

Chen Jin counter-attacks with his forehand.

Wang Chuqin held his ground near the table, then quickly attacked Chen Jin's left side of the table with a forehand stroke.

Chen Jin stepped back to defend and ripped a cross-court shot.

Wang Chuqin showed no weakness and countered with a forehand counter-attack.

"laugh!"

The ball bounces off the net.

The rhythm changed again.

Chen Jin had gotten used to the fast-paced rhythm of the previous matches, and this net graze once again disrupted his rhythm.

It was too late to adjust the hitting point hastily.

The ball went out of bounds.

6: 3.

In just two or three minutes, thanks to a few lucky shots that grazed the net, the balance of the game tilted in Wang Chuqin's favor.

Wang Chuqin extended his lead to three points.

(End of this chapter)