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

Chapter 50 [050] How come you are involved in metaphysics when playing a game? (Please read on!)

Chen Jin, who had just returned from a game, was sweating profusely and obviously did not have time to collude with Coach Zhang in advance.

However, the two people's ideas were surprisingly consistent.

If Zhang Jiahao had any doubts about Coach Zhang's tactical arrangements, now that even Chen Jin has said so, there is nothing to worry about.

In this world, there has always been an adopted son who harms his adopted father, but there is no reason for an adopted father to harm his adopted son!
"it is good!"

Zhang Jiahao gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind, "Just listen to my brother Jin."

You little brat, it was clearly me who came up with this tactic first!

Coach Zhang smiled bitterly.

In fact, he could understand this.

When he was in the provincial team, he was not the head coach of Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, and there was no trust basis between them to fight side by side.

If Coach Wu was present, Zhang Jiahao would not have had any doubts at all.

"However, I still want to fight with Xie Mingyang in the first two rounds."

Zhang Jiahao turned his head and looked at Xie Mingyang who was warming up and preparing to play, with a bit of stubbornness in his expression, "Even if I can't beat him, I still don't want to give up so easily."

Having lived in the same room with Zhang Jiahao for more than two years, how could Chen Jin not know his character?

He looks careless on weekdays, but once he steps onto the court, he is a workaholic who never gives up until the ball lands.

Otherwise, relying solely on luck, Zhang Jiahao would not have made it to the top four of the qualifiers.

"You can try it."

Chen Jin nodded and said, "But in the last two games, try to be steady and make the ball spin. Whether you can kill Xie Mingyang is another matter. Let's warm up our hands first."

"Brother Jin."

Zhang Jiahao had a sad face, "Even you think that I will be shut out by Xie Mingyang again?"

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded without thinking.

"..."

The more you don't think highly of me, the more I'm going to fight for you!
There seemed to be flames leaping in Zhang Jiahao's eyes.

"After playing against Xie Mingyang, it would be best to play against Ding Xiaowei back to back while you are still hot. With your looping shots, as long as you are steady, you have a great chance of beating Ding Xiaowei."

Chen Jin looked at Zhang Jiahao, "The only problem now is how to play back-to-back with Ding Xiaowei."

According to the rules of the competition, after Zhang Jiahao and Xie Mingyang finish their fight, one of them must continue to play another game.

As for who goes first, either play rock-paper-scissors or flip a coin.

"rest assured."

Zhang Jiahao was full of confidence, and raised his left thumb upwards, "Oh, there is silver on it."

"That, that..."

Anyang asked in a weak voice, curiously, "You always say that you have someone above you. Who is your superior?"

"Does Emperor Donghua know? He is my godfather since I was a child."

Zhang Jiahao said proudly, "The Jade Emperor, and Zhang Daoling, the Heavenly Master, are the ancestors of my Zhang family."

Ouyang Liangqin and others nearby couldn't help but complain when they heard this: "We're playing a game, why are you getting into metaphysics?"

"Sometimes luck is also part of strength."

Chen Jin smiled.

Luck is something mysterious and elusive.

Many times, Chen Jin was a little envious of Zhang Jiahao's incredible luck of "even if he couldn't win the big prize, he would definitely win the small prize."

"But in this case, even if I beat Ding Xiaowei, I would only get one point, which means I can't even make it into the top three."

Zhang Jiahao soon realized a problem.

"But at least you weren't eliminated directly. Each of you has one point, and you can play another round of overtime."

Chen Jin smiled slightly.

"Overtime?"

Zhang Jiahao's brows were furrowed like two twists of dough, "Then don't I have to fight Xie Mingyang at least one more time?"

"Scared?"

"Don't be afraid of a thing! When it comes to overtime, I'll go all out!"

While talking.

Suddenly a whistle was heard.

The referee stood up and reminded: "Fourth match of the fifth round, one minute countdown."

"Please prepare to enter the venue, contestants Xie Mingyang and Zhang Jiahao."

Take a deep breath.

After high-fiving Chen Jin, Coach Zhang, Ouyang Liangqin and others, Zhang Jiahao walked onto the court with his racket and towel.

the other side.

Xie Mingyang had a cold expression, like an emotionless killer. He walked towards Zhang Jiahao with murderous intent.

The aura is so strong that it seems as if there are dragons and tigers lurking there, baring their fangs and claws.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jiahao's eyes darkened slightly, "This kid is not here to play basketball, he is clearly here to eat people."

Of course, he knew very well why Xie Mingyang was so murderous.

Losing the first game to Ding Xiaowei was almost like pushing Xie Mingyang into a dead end.

The chances of winning a battle with Chen Jin are slim.

Only by defeating Zhang Jiahao can he keep his hope of being in the top three.

Although Xie Mingyang did not speak from beginning to end, Zhang Jiahao seemed to hear his murderous voice at the moment of shaking hands. "I'm sure you'll win this point, even the king of heaven can't stop me!"

however.

Zhang Jiahao was not willing to be outdone and confronted Xie Mingyang: "Thirty years in the west, thirty years in the east, don't look down on the young and poor!"

You can lose the ball, but you can't lose your momentum.

The eyes of the two people met in the thin air.

In an instant, there was a flash of lightning and fire everywhere, like Mars hitting the Earth.

They have played against each other three times before and are familiar with each other's playing styles.

Therefore, there were fewer attempts at the beginning.

As soon as Zhang Jiahao came on the court, he served a short ball from the center line.

When Xie Mingyang swung back, it was a little bit higher.

Although the ball landed on the forehand position, Zhang Jiahao stepped forward decisively and quickly inserted his left leg under the table.

Twist your waist, raise your elbows, and lower your wrists.

Suddenly exert force with your feet.

Explosive twist diagonal line!

"Snapped!"

The speed of this ball is faster than lightning.

Zhang Jiahao thought he could catch Xie Mingyang off guard.

Unexpectedly, Xie Mingyang had already figured out his playing style and ball path.

He immediately stepped back half a step and made a quick backhand shot.

Use your strength to fight!

Moreover, the landing point was perfect, right in the middle of Zhang Jiahao's road.

He held back Zhang Jiahao’s position.

Zhang Jiahao failed to defend in time and the ping-pong ball passed him by.

0: 1.

"You are so decisive in taking action. Do you want to fight me to the death?"

After just the first ball, Xie Mingyang had guessed Zhang Jiahao's tactical intention, his eyes gleaming with brilliance, "Then I'll let you see what it means to crush someone with real strength!"

Second serve.

Zhang Jiahao did the same thing, serving a short ball from the center line.

This time, Xie Mingyang no longer played short, but shook his wrist slightly and almost made a half-out-of-table forehand shot for Zhang Jiahao.

He controlled the arc perfectly.

"With Zhang Jiahao's style, he will definitely hit me with a backhand lob."

Xie Mingyang made the prediction in advance.

As expected, Zhang Jiahao lowered his body center of gravity, lowered his arms, waited for the descending period of the return ball, and hit a high lob with some spin.

"Snapped!"

Xie Mingyang did not hesitate, he held the racket, pushed the center of gravity forward, and used the force of his backhand to quickly tear the ball.

The ping-pong ball flew across the sky like a meteor, passed the net, and went straight to Zhang Jiahao's forehand.

"Well done!"

Zhang Jiahao quickly stepped back from the stage to relieve the force, swung his arms, and pulled back with force.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The deafening sound of the ball hitting the ground, like thunder, rang in everyone's ears.

As the two continued to pull each other, the force became stronger and stronger, and the speed of the ball became faster and faster.

In a trance.

All you can see is the afterimage of the ping-pong ball, like a comet streaking across the sky.

The two fought like this for seven or eight rounds.

Sudden.

A sharp light flashed in Xie Mingyang's eyes. He pressed the racket tightly with his thumb and exerted force with his forearm and wrist.

The movement is small, but the power is enough to open the sky.

"Snapped!"

The terrifying force made the ball, which was already as fast as lightning, even faster.

A light and small ping-pong ball, under the blessing of this force, seemed to become a bombarding cannonball.

Unstoppable!

Zhang Jiahao did not expect that Xie Mingyang would suddenly increase his strength during the stalemate.

What he didn't expect was that his forehand would be penetrated by Xie Mingyang's backhand!
At this moment, he finally realized: "Brother Jin and Coach Zhang are right. In terms of hard power, I really can't compete with Xie Mingyang."

Moreover, in order to get this point, Xie Mingyang put all his effort into it and went all out.

I won't give him any chance at all.

"That's all."

Zhang Jiahao completely gave up the idea of ​​"fighting hard in the first two rounds". "If you make a mistake, you must admit it. If you are beaten, you must stand up straight. It is not too late to find out and stop the loss in time."

(End of this chapter)