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

Chapter 474 Chen Jin VS Wang Chuqin (Part 4) The buff of changing jerseys at halftime!

The loss in the first game was like a bucket of ice water being poured over my head.

The noise in the stands subsided slightly.

But then, cheers and encouragement rose up again.

"Wang Chuqin, it's alright!"

"You're the best!"

"Hold on!"

"come on!"

Someone shouted in a shrill voice.

It seems that a single stone caused a thousand ripples.

Wang Chuqin's fans, in unison, shouted at the top of their lungs: "Wang Chuqin, keep going!"

Loud.

Those unaware of the inside story would have thought Wang Chuqin had won the first game.

Seeing this, Chen Jin's fans were not to be outdone.

"Chen Jin, keep it up!"

For a while.

Various sounds reverberated throughout the venue.

The scene was spectacular.

However, for Wang Chuqin, these cheers did not comfort him; instead, they made him feel a bit noisy.

Looking at the overall picture, we were once in the lead, and the advantage was in our hands.

But in the end, Chen Jin turned the tide.

The impact on morale is self-evident.

In particular, the last short suck-up was simply a joke.

Wang Chuqin's face turned ashen as he put down his racket.

He picked up a towel, wiped his sweat, and walked towards the rest area.

Because it was a civil war, there was no off-field guidance.

Therefore, everything from technical and tactical skills to psychological adjustments depends entirely on the player's own accumulated experience and on-the-spot wisdom.

"Small balls inside the table are no match."

"Mid-range and long-range tactical advantage, we can't beat them."

"It seems that in the next game, I can only fight Chen Jin with three moves."

Wang Chuqin thought to himself, "I must take the initiative and suppress Chen Jin in the first three rounds!"

Of course, he also knew that Chen Jin was in no way inferior to him in terms of the first three moves.

But the arrow is on the string.

There is no other way.

The other side.

Chen Jin sat upright, covered in sweat, his eyes calm yet cold and sharp, without a trace of emotion.

He just sat there, completely still.

No one knows what he's thinking.

He looked like an old monk who had already entered a meditative state.

Then the referee's voice suddenly rang out: "Time!"

Chen Jin unscrewed the bottle, took a sip of water, and moistened his lips.

Then, put down the water bottle and stood up.

Holding a towel, they walked towards the competition field.

After a short break, the two sides switched sides and resumed play.

Chen Jin picked up his racket, dampened it with sweat, and gently wiped the rubber on the racket face.

His expression and movements were as if he were sharpening his weapon before going into battle.

"Second game, 0-0."

The referee gestured and said in English, "Chen serves."

at this time.

Chen Jin held a ping-pong ball in his hand, gently spinning it between his fingertips. Standing on the left side of the table, he leaned slightly forward, his eyes sharp, and glanced at Wang Chuqin opposite him.

Seeing that the latter was ready to receive the serve.

Bending over, leaning forward.

Toss the ball and prepare to swing.

As the white ball landed in front of him, he instantly exerted force.

The wrist jerks violently the instant it touches the ball.

A long ball with strong sidespin, like a flying dagger thrown by Li Xunhuan, hurtled towards Wang Chuqin's backhand baseline.

Wang Chuqin reacted extremely quickly, taking a half-step back with his right leg to create space for hitting the ball.

Forearm and wrist, generate force forward.

"Snapped!"

Backhand forward sprint.

However, the ball's spin and speed exceeded expectations.

The return trajectory was poorly controlled.

Although it barely made it over the net, the quality was not high.

The landing point is in the center.

Chen Jin had anticipated this perfectly and slid to the side.

The stroke begins with a smooth, controlled motion, the power originating from the ground.

"Snapped!"

A powerful forehand smash down the crosscourt.

There was a flash of white light.

The ping-pong ball landed on the left side of the table where Wang Chuqin was sitting, and bounced away with a whoosh.

1: 0.

It was clear that at the beginning of the second game, Chen Jin's idea was exactly the same as Wang Chuqin's.

In the first three boards, it's not just about winning or losing, it's about life or death!

However, Chen Jin took the initiative.

"Keep your eyes on the ball!"

Wang Chuqin gritted his teeth and said, "Be more decisive in your actions."

He knew that in this round, he would inevitably have to fight Chen head-on.

The kind that draws blood with every cut!
I must win this World Table Tennis Championships men's singles title and silence the doubters!

Think of this.

As if injected with chicken blood, Wang Chuqin's blood was boiling, and his spirits immediately became high.

Chen Jin serves the second ball.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

Wang Chuqin took a small step to adjust his center of gravity.

Then, with tremendous speed, he strode into the platform.

Lean forward, bend your knees and waist.

Relax your shoulders and raise your elbows, with your wrists slightly bent inward.

Seize the ball's landing point, and generate instantaneous power with your forearm and wrist.

Primarily impact-based, with slight friction.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball flew towards Chen Jinzhong with a downward arc.

Knowing that Wang Chuqin's backhand twist, though seemingly harmless, was light and difficult to leverage.

Chen Jin dared not slack off.

Using your left foot as a pivot, twist your waist and rotate your hips.

Only after the ping-pong ball landed off the table did he calmly and unhurriedly chop it with his forehand.

"laugh!"

The control over the hands is particularly exquisite.

The ping-pong ball, with a light, airy arc, barely cleared the net and landed on Wang Chuqin's side of the table, like a feather.

Facing this ball, Wang Chuqin dared not be careless.

Adjust your footing and lower your center of gravity.

Wang Chuqin pulled himself up from the ground with a powerful, high-looping motion.

"Well done!"

Chen Jin stepped back half a step from the table, lowering his center of gravity further, and with a forehand and a counter-attack, he turned sideways.

"Break!"

The white ball flew through the air, tracing a strange C-shaped arc before landing on the opponent's table.

The moment it bounced off the platform, it did not fly forward.

Instead, it plunged headfirst downwards.

The sheer power of the rotation and the unpredictability of the arc are astonishing.

However, Wang Chuqin was no mediocre player either.

Once you've identified the correct line, use your excellent feel to forcefully pull it back.

Chen Jin showed no weakness, standing in the center of the platform, squatting down and shifting his weight forward.

He tucked his wrist inward and lowered it to his hips, secretly gathering his strength.

Facing the initial descent of the incoming ball.

"Snapped!"

A powerful backhand flick.

The ping-pong ball suddenly transformed into a cannonball, carrying immense force and spin, hurtling towards Wang Chuqin's forehand corner.

Wang Chuqin defended the mid-to-close range, lunging forehand and counter-attacking diagonally.

"Snapped!"

With great force, it slammed towards Chen Jin's backhand side.

Seeing Wang Chuqin take his position at mid-range, Zhang Lei, who was in the spectator area, raised an eyebrow: "This point is in the bag!"

Using close-range shots against long-range shots, and forehands against backhands... Wang Chuqin already had a clear advantage.

however.

Facing Wang Chuqin's powerful forehand smash from mid-to-close range.

Chen Jin was completely unafraid.

With a backhand flick, he sprinted diagonally.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

But in an instant.

The two had already exchanged blows for four or five rounds.

However, Wang Chuqin did not gain the upper hand.

"Chen Jin's mid-to-long-range backhand is actually this strong?"

Zhang Lei frowned inwardly, "Wang Chuqin's mid-to-close range forehand smash can't even penetrate his backhand?"

The situation on the field remained deadlocked for the time being.

However, in terms of momentum, Wang Chuqin had already lost by a large margin.

Moreover, Wang Chuqin seemed to be struggling to cope with Chen Jin's continuous backhand smashes.

Because, without realizing it, Wang Chuqin's position began to slowly retreat.

Once he steps down from the stage, Wang Chuqin's original advantage will completely collapse.

Wang Chuqin himself was well aware of this.

"Continuing like this... won't work."

Wang Chuqin gritted his teeth.

The only way to break the deadlock now is to force a change of course.

However, Chen Jin's return shot quality far exceeded expectations.

Changing course is incredibly difficult.

Just as Wang Chuqin was hesitating.

Sudden.

Chen Jin took a big step forward to get closer to the camera.

"Snapped!"

Another powerful backhand flick.

It has greater power, stronger rotation, and faster speed.

What I didn't even expect was.

Chen Jin surprisingly changed lanes first, attacking Wang Chuqin's middle lane.

"This can turn me into a mid laner?"

Wang Chuqin was greatly surprised.

He hurriedly adjusted his footing and moved to the right.

Before he could even get his footing, the ball was already in front of him like lightning.

Wang Chuqin had no choice but to swing his racket to meet the ball.

But they couldn't match the point.

With a "whoosh," it hit the edge of the board.

The ping-pong ball bounced upwards and flew a long way. 0:2.

The ball hasn't hit the ground yet.

"Wow--"

An unprecedented cheer immediately erupted at the scene.

"My God, Chen Jin's backhand was absolutely amazing!"

"Wang Chuqin's powerful forehand smash at close to mid-range couldn't even penetrate a penhold player's backhand at mid to long range?"

"Chen Jintai is fucking strong!"

"Holy crap, they can't even break through this? That's fucking insane!"

……

"Whoo~"

The pressure felt tangible, weighing heavily on Wang Chuqin's shoulders.

Wang Chuqin took a deep breath.

That last shot really dampened morale.

I need to adjust my mindset and calm down.

Switch sides and serve.

"Break!"

A sudden, long, arched shot, a surprise attack on Chen Jin's forehand.

Fortunately, Chen Jin reacted quickly.

Step out sideways, flash onto the right side of the table, and execute a forehand reverse straight shot.

However, the quality of the return shot was not ideal.

"Chance!"

A sudden surge of murderous intent flashed in Wang Chuqin's pupils.

In an instant, all his strength was channeled into his left arm.

"Snapped!"

Forehand smash.

With the force of a thunderbolt, it slammed into Chen Jin's backhand corner.

At this time, Chen Jin was still on the right side of the table.

It was too late to get back on defense.

But Chen Jin did not give up. He pushed off with his feet and lunged forward with a backhand.

There was still some distance between him and the backhand save.

With lightning speed, Chen Jin immediately switched to his left hand, gripped the penhold grip horizontally, and counter-attacked the ball diagonally.

"Ok?"

This surprised Wang Chuqin. "He can save the ball like that?"

"But that's it!"

My mind hasn't changed.

Before Chen Jin could switch the racket back to his right hand...

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was deafening.

Wang Chuqin once again unleashed a powerful forehand attack, suppressing Chen Jin's backhand.

I thought this shot would definitely beat Chen Jin.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin, with a backhand grip, calmly used the opponent's force against him and quickly drove straight.

"what?!"

Wang Chuqin was caught off guard, and his expression changed.

He hurriedly lunged towards the right half of the platform.

The ball's speed is faster than lightning.

Wang Chuqin barely managed to hit the ball, but failed to control the force properly.

"Snapped!"

The ball went out of bounds.

0: 3.

Chen Jin captured three cities in succession.

Moreover, this skillful use of both hands allowed him to manipulate Wang Chuqin at will.

This made Wang Chuqin lose face even more.

"Pretty!"

Zhang Jiahao clenched his fists so tightly he almost jumped up, shouting, "Brother Jin, just do it!"

On the playing field.

Wang Chuqin's face was gloomy, and his eyes seemed to be filled with anger.

soon.

Serve again.

Wang Chuqin no longer hesitated and switched to hooking.

The forehand is short.

Chen Jin stepped forward and twisted the handle.

However, because he failed to anticipate the spin, the ball went into the net.

3: 1.

With his unparalleled serving technique, Wang Chuqin won a point.

"Choo-hoo!"

Wang Chuqin clenched his fist and roared.

The momentum is astonishing.

His fans cheered with joy as they saw Wang Chuqin stand up straight.

"Wang Chuqin—"

"come on!"

……

"come on--"

"Wang Chuqin!"

……

Chen Jin remained unmoved.

In the following matches, he didn't give Wang Chuqin an easy chance to get started.

Internal control, combining long-term and short-term measures.

It was quite difficult for Wang Chuqin to handle.

Once a topspin rally is established, Chen Jin's powerful forehand smash and impenetrable backhand flick make it difficult for Wang Chuqin to defend.

4: 1.

2: 4.

2: 5.

5: 3.

6: 3.

……

The score went back and forth.

However, the initiative remained firmly in Chen Jin's hands.

Wang Chuqin tried various methods, including strengthening his attack in the first three shots, using a strong backhand topspin, and employing fast attacks from mid-to-close range...

Unfortunately, Chen Jin's touch and form were like he was on steroids.

Whether it's controlling the landing point, fighting fiercely, or playing a steady defense, everything is a weakness in front of Chen Jin.

Chen Jin's shot, power, spin, speed, placement, and rhythm variation are combined almost perfectly.

His backhand straight shot, in particular, is characterized by speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

They repeatedly broke through Wang Chuqin's defenses when he thought it was impossible.

soon.

The score was now 5-9.

Chen Jin secured a crucial point in the second game with a quick, half-out-of-bounds run.

At this moment, Wang Chuqin was already standing on the edge of the cliff.

His forehead was covered in sweat.

"Whoo~"

Wang Chuqin took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"We must make the most of our next two serves!"

immediately.

Then switch to a hook shot.

Chen Jin took a short step forward, the arc of which rose high.

"Chance!"

A fierce glint flashed in Wang Chuqin's eyes.

The pent-up power erupted suddenly, like a volcanic eruption.

With a powerful forehand swing, he charged forward with all his might!

"Snapped!"

The target was Chen Jin's mid-lane pursuit position.

For penhold grip players, this is absolutely the most difficult position to handle, bar none.

The ball flew like a cannonball, whistling through the air.

Chen Jin is in dire straits and can no longer take the initiative.

So, facing the incoming ball, he flicked his wrist and made a backhand side slice.

"laugh!"

He barely managed to send the ball back to the opposite side of the table.

It's not fast, it doesn't have much power, and it rises high in an arc.

His eyes flashed with an even fiercer light; Wang Chuqin was ruthless and decisive in his killing.

"Snapped!"

He unleashed another powerful forehand attack.

However, he underestimated the spin of Chen Jin's lateral cut.

The attack was too fierce and hasty.

With a loud thud, the ball hit the net.

5: 10.

Chen Jin reached game point.

Facing an opportunity, Wang Chuqin made another mistake with his forehand, and he felt like slapping himself a few times.

He sniffed and reached out to touch the pool table to ease the awkwardness.

Only one serve left.

With such a large score difference, Wang Chuqin knew that it was difficult to reverse.

Their fighting spirit was low, and their serves lacked precision.

Chen Jin scored directly with a powerful twist.

11: 5.

Chen Jin scores another goal.

Leading 2-0.

The atmosphere in the entire venue was completely transformed.

Chen Jin's fans cheered loudly, their shouts deafening.

Wang Chuqin's fans, on the other hand, were devastated, their faces filled with disappointment and worry.

The match has just ended.

Wang Chuqin, pale as a ghost, put down his racket, picked up a towel, and walked towards the rest area on the sidelines without looking back.

"Big Head..."

In the stands, several die-hard female fans, looking at the dejected Wang Chuqin, burst into tears.

Such an important match, yet they were down 0-2.

The impact on Wang Chuqin was predictable.

However, no matter how anxious they were, it was all in vain.

At this moment.

"what?"

Someone seemed to have noticed something unusual: "It looks like Big Head is asking to leave the field to change his jersey?"

This statement came out.

An uproar immediately erupted at the scene.

Trailing 0-2 in the match, leaving the field to change jerseys...

This inevitably brings to mind Mataki's match against Jung Young-sik at the 16 Rio Olympics, and Fan Jin-dong's match against Tomokazu Harimoto at last year's Paris Olympics.

"Holy crap, is Big Head about to trigger the halftime jersey-changing buff?"

"Looks like Big Head is finally getting serious."

"Go Wang Chuqin!"

"After changing jerseys, the king returns!"

……

I watched as Wang Chuqin, accompanied by staff, walked towards the players' tunnel, jersey in hand.

The fans at the scene were all energized and their hope was rekindled.

(End of this chapter)