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

Chapter 51 [051] Are you playing tricks on me?

As long as you are willing to give in, you will feel the world is wide.

As soon as Zhang Jiahao relaxed, he felt a lot more cheerful.

He suddenly grinned at Xie Mingyang sitting opposite him.

This smile was friendly yet contained a hint of indescribable weirdness, which made Xie Mingyang frown.

"What kind of plane does this little red guy want to make?"

Xie Mingyang didn't take it to heart.

Seeing Zhang Jiahao holding the racket, lowering his body and standing in the center line, he was ready to receive the serve.

Xie Mingyang tossed the ball and led the racket, serving it halfway down the middle.

Stepping forward, twisting the waist, raising the elbows, bending the wrists inward... Zhang Jiahao performed this set of backhand twisting and pulling movements in one go, as smooth as flowing water.

"Snapped!"

Although the force of his twisting and pulling is a little weak, the rotation is strong.

After landing on the opponent's table, the moment he jumped, the arc suddenly turned to Xie Mingyang's left side.

If it were someone else, facing the side spin of the board that twists and pulls in a straight line, it might be difficult to match the point.

But Xie Mingyang is different.

Being familiar with Zhang Jiahao's playing style, he handled it calmly and with ease.

But he stood firmly on his feet, pushed his body weight forward, and pressed the racket shape with his fingers.

Use your forearm and wrist to exert force suddenly.

Snapped!
Backhand quick tear.

It also tore a straight line and landed directly on Zhang Jiahao's backhand position on the right half of the table.

I originally thought that Zhang Jiahao's return would either be a backhand collision with him or a quick diagonal shot.

Whether it is forehand or backhand, Xie Mingyang is fully prepared for the counter-pull.

however.

The unexpected thing is.

Zhang Jiahao neither has a backhand tear nor a fast diagonal shot.

He actually faced the incoming ball calmly and made an extremely difficult backhand side cut.

Understated, like strolling in the garden.

Moreover, as luck would have it, he also cut a small triangle on Xie Mingyang's forehand.

"Boiled!"

This ball was like a sharp knife.

The landing point is rotating, which is difficult to predict, and it uses the opponent's force at a fast speed.

This is definitely not Zhang Jiahao’s usual playing style!

It was completely beyond Xie Mingyang's expectations.

Xie Mingyang was caught off guard and unprepared.

but.

How could anyone who made it to the semi-finals be just an ordinary person?

A snap of the fingers is but a moment.

Almost relying on the instinctive reaction of a professional athlete, Xie Mingyang tensed his leg muscles, started again instantly, crossed his steps, and flew to his forehand, trying to save the ball.

It’s a pity that the landing point of the ball was too tricky.

Although Xie Mingyang managed to catch the ball, he was unable to get on stage.

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball hit hard just below the edge of the table.

The referee raised his hand, indicating that Zhang Jiahao scored.

2: 1.

Zhang Jiahao scored one point.

Even Zhang Jiahao himself did not expect such a brilliant goal.

Looking down at the racket in his hand, Zhang Jiahao couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "Is this okay?"

All of a sudden.

It was as if the door to a whole new world was slowly opening before his eyes.

The spectators outside the stadium, when they saw this goal, couldn't help but exclaim in unison.

"Fuck, stand still, backhand side cut... is it so easy?"

"What a great goal! This goal will definitely be one of the top ten goals in this selection tournament."

"Same left hand, familiar side cut, flirtatious landing point... Has Zhang Jiahao been possessed by Teacher Niwa?"

"Call Fang Bo over here! I told you to call Fang Bo over here!"

……

Backhand side cut requires excellent feel.

The audience were all table tennis masters, and they all knew this backhand technique to a greater or lesser extent.

However, there are only a handful of people who dare to actively use backhand side cuts in the game, not to mention on the field, and looking at the entire world table tennis world, there are also only a handful of people who dare to actively use backhand side cuts in the game.

Ma Taki, Xu Xin, Moregaard... Of course, in major competitions, the one who really made the most of the backhand side cut and left behind countless classic scenes was none other than Mr. Niwa.

Looking back to the past, Teacher Niwawa stood still and made two consecutive side cuts with his backhand, one diagonal and one straight, successfully pinning Fang Bo to the top of the list of famous scenes in table tennis.

Zhang Jiahao's side-cut was a sudden flash of inspiration.

Apart from the feel of the hand, luck accounts for the vast majority.

If it hadn't been for the tricky landing point, Xie Mingyang would have pulled it back with one shot.

But, there is no should and no if in table tennis.

Whether it was due to touch or luck, Zhang Jiahao won the game.

“I played the ball really well.”

With a smug smile on his face, Zhang Jiahao put his left hand on his waist, raised his right hand high and extended an index finger.

Enjoying the applause and cheers from the crowd.

The joys and sorrows in the world are not the same.

On the other hand, Xie Mingyang.

The opponent showed off his face by getting close to him, and there was thunderous applause and cheers from the audience.

Xie Mingyang had a blank expression on his face, his brows slightly furrowed, and he lowered his head to silently wipe the surface of the racket.

Glancing at the smug Zhang Jiahao, Xie Mingyang snorted disdainfully: "What a waste, shit luck."

His mentality was as steady as a rock and he was not affected by this goal at all.

Holding the ping-pong ball in hand, he blew it a few times.

He slammed it to the ground again, and seeing that Zhang Jiahao was finally ready to receive the serve, Xie Mingyang served the ball.

The forehand position comes out from the lower half.

Generally speaking, with Xie Mingyang's serving habits, in order to limit the opponent from getting the first shot, his serves are mostly short balls that do not hit the table after two bounces.

But this time, he took the initiative to expose a flaw and made a half-release.

And it was Zhang Jiahao's forehand position on the left half of the table.

There is no doubt that Xie Mingyang was deliberately giving Zhang Jiahao the opportunity to get started.

Xie Mingyang's tactics are simple.

Let Zhang Jiahao start the game and form a multi-board stalemate with himself.

Just like the second ball, I relied on my hard power to break through the opponent!
Simple, but brutal.

It is especially effective against Zhang Jiahao.

Having captured Zhang Jiahao three times before, Xie Mingyang knows Zhang Jiahao's playing style inside and out.

This was also the tactic Xie Mingyang usually used when he fought Zhang Jiahao before, and it almost always worked.

"With a forehand halfway out of the court like this, Zhang Jiahao will definitely hit a high lob from my backhand."

"When the time comes, I will just rip his forehand cross-court shot apart with one blow."

Xie Mingyang had already calculated Zhang Jiahao's ball path in his mind.

however.

A glance.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiahao did not turn sideways to lead the racket, but lifted the board high.

Instead, he waited for the late descent of the incoming ball, added some rotation under the table, shook his wrist quickly, and hit it hard.

This ball was so light that it drew a high arc in the air.

It just barely passed over the net and landed on the center line near the net on the opposite half of the table, bouncing very high.

"A ball this high?"

Xie Mingyang's eyes were filled with murderous intent, "You're looking for death!"

Just wanted to smack him to death.

But at the moment he made his move.

The ping-pong ball's arc suddenly bounces back.

"Ok?"

Xie Mingyang raised an eyebrow.

Caught off guard, the movement and strength, which had already been calculated in terms of arc and landing point, could no longer be stopped.

I could only watch helplessly as my shot went in vain.

And that little ping-pong ball kept bouncing back and forth.

Finally, it stopped steadily in front of Zhang Jiahao.

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

To Xie Mingyang, the crisp sounds sounded like laughter mocking him.

Xie Mingyang's face became increasingly gloomy, with anger evident in his eyes.

"Playing tricks with me, huh?"

"it is good!"

"Go on!"

"It's all over if I don't do it!"

(End of this chapter)