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

Chapter 52 [052] Which young person doesn’t have a bit of rebelliousness in him? (Please read on!)

11: 9.

Zhang Jiahao won the first game.

Even he himself found this result a little unbelievable.

Not to mention the audience.

After one game, Zhang Jiahao completely gave up his usual playing style.

There were backhand side cuts, spins under the table, switching between left and right hands to save the ball...there were endless cool moves.

Although he would occasionally be yelled at by Xie Mingyang, Zhang Jiahao played in an extremely relaxed manner, having learned the true skills from Teacher Niwa, and the audience below the stage also enjoyed watching the game very much.

In this way, Zhang Jiahao miraculously won the first game against Xie Mingyang.

Looking at the "scoreboard" on the referee's table, Zhang Jiahao was stunned at the time, feeling as if he was dreaming.

"I, I actually won a small game against Xie Mingyang?"

Zhang Jiahao could hardly believe his eyes. The expression on his face changed from initial astonishment to immense surprise and excitement.

The corners of his mouth were so sharply curled that even Ye Jihan might not be able to suppress it.

"Finally I won't be shut out!"

Zhang Jiahao clenched his fists, almost biting his back teeth, and almost jumped up in excitement.

Back to the sidelines.

Coach Zhang smiled and handed Zhang Jiahao the bottle of mineral water that he had prepared in advance.

"It was a good innings, very good."

Coach Zhang praised, “But you can’t play like this in the next game.”

"why?"

Zhang Jiahao's eyes widened, with a look of confusion and dissatisfaction on his face, "Didn't I beat Xie Mingyang in the first round? Shouldn't I press on to win?"

Having expected Zhang Jiahao to have such a reaction, Coach Zhang turned his head and looked at Chen Jin.

Chen Jin immediately understood and said to Zhang Jiahao, "Why do you think you won against Xie Mingyang in the first game?"

"because……"

Zhang Jiahao thought for a moment, "Am I good at playing basketball?"

"good."

Chen Jin nodded. "Xie Mingyang has played against you three times and won three times. He knows your playing style like the back of his hand."

"If you play conventionally, Xie Mingyang will have already calculated all your shots before the match even starts, so you will lose no matter how you play."

"But in the first game, you used a completely self-destructive and unconventional style of play, showing off your touch in various ways, which made Xie Mingyang, who was familiar with your playing style, confused for a while..."

The words were not finished.

Zhang Jiahao slapped his thigh fiercely: "Yes, that's why I should be more aggressive in the next round? So that Xie Mingyang can't figure out my tricks at all."

"Do you think Xie Mingyang is a fool?"

Chen Jin sneered, "The reason why Xie Mingyang lost to you in the first game was not because of your rash style of play, but because there was something wrong with his thinking."

"Xie Mingyang tried to pull the rhythm of the game back to his hands throughout the whole game, which gave you the opportunity."

"But in the next round, Xie Mingyang will definitely increase the offensive rhythm in the first three boards and will never give you a chance to act rashly."

"If you continue to play in a reckless way, you will definitely lose miserably."

Coach Zhang next to him was like a yes-man. Every time Chen Jin said something, he nodded heavily.

All I heard throughout the whole process was Coach Zhang’s “yes, yes, yes” and “right, right, right”.

After Chen Jin finished speaking, he said earnestly and solemnly: "I think what Chen Jin said is absolutely right."

ponder for a moment.

Zhang Jiahao raised his head and grinned at Chen Jin and Coach Zhang: "Brother Jin, since I won the first game, the second game is a reward for me, how about it?"

"also."

Looking at Zhang Jiahao, who had a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, Chen Jin shrugged his shoulders and said, "What young man doesn't have a bit of rebelliousness in him? If you hit your head and feel the pain, you will naturally know how to turn back."

It turned out to be just as Chen Jin had expected.

At the beginning of the second game, Xie Mingyang hit a serve.

Compared with the first game, the offensive rhythm was obviously strengthened.

Next game.

Xie Mingyang never gave Zhang Jiahao another opportunity like the forehand half-out.

Almost all of them are in the first three boards, either you die or I die, and the battle ends quickly.

Even though Zhang Jiahao scored one or two goals, Xie Mingyang was well prepared this time and kept a close eye on the ball.

Backhand side cut?

I just raise my hand and I'm going to hit you with a forehand, and you try to cut me with your backhand!
Add rotation under the table?

I'm either going to go short or go long, let's see if you can get under the table!
In the end, it took less than ten minutes.

The game is over. 11:2.

It was a massacre.

Although he won, there was no expression of joy on Xie Mingyang's face.

After putting down the racket, he didn't even look at Zhang Jiahao. He bent down to pick up the towel, wiped the sweat off his face, and walked to the sidelines.

"Godfather, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong."

Zhang Jiahao was dejected and felt ashamed to face Chen Jin and Coach Zhang.

In the previous encounters, although the overall score was shutout, the small-game scores had never been as tragic as this time.

After hitting the wall once, Zhang Jiahao finally felt the pain.

“It’s not enough to just know you’re wrong, you have to correct it.”

Chen Jin said seriously, "In the next three games, you must show your touch for the high lob."

"Otherwise, if you play back-to-back against Ding Xiaowei, you'll be in real trouble."

Seeing that Chen Jin's tone and expression became extremely serious, Zhang Jiahao felt a chill in his heart.

"Brother Jin, don't worry."

Zhang Jiahao nodded solemnly, "I understand."

This time in the semi-finals, being able to beat Xie Mingyang by one game would be considered a breakthrough, and he was already very satisfied.

But now, for Zhang Jiahao, defeating Xie Mingyang is not the most important thing.

The most important thing is how to keep the hope of advancing to the top three.

Zhang Jiahao knew very well that there was a huge gap between him and Xie Mingyang in terms of hard power.

Getting this point is harder than climbing to the sky.

Therefore, the next game with Ding Xiaowei is crucial.

"Since Brother Jin said that as long as I can get my feel for the game, I can beat Ding Xiaowei, I think it must be true."

Zhang Jiahao pondered in his heart.

After all, Chen Jin was the one who captured Ding Xiaowei five times, so he naturally knew the weaknesses of Ding Xiaowei's fighting style.

Combined with Chen Jin's understanding of him, how could the judgment he just made be wrong?

"Anyway, I've already had enough fun, now it's time to get serious."

Zhang Jiahao stretched his muscles, his eyes were sharp and his expression was serious. He carried his racket and towel and walked onto the court again.

11: 7.

11: 9.

13: 11.

In the end, although Zhang Jiahao was still inferior in skills, he lost to Xie Mingyang.

But after three games, his touch became better and better, which put Xie Mingyang in a tough battle.

Especially the last game.

If it weren't for Xie Mingyang's decisive steal and Zhang Jiahao's own serve error, the outcome would be hard to predict.

"Well played."

"Ah."

Shaking hands after the game.

The two did not leave the scene directly.

Instead, under the supervision and arrangement of the referee, they play rock-paper-scissors to decide who will play back-to-back.

"Rock, paper, scissors, best two out of three."

The referee looked at the two men and said, "I say ready to go."

At this moment, Zhang Jiahao prayed in his heart: "My ancestors of the Zhang family, especially the two high officials in heaven, please bless me to lose to Xie Mingyang in this game of rock-paper-scissors."

"Remember, it's about losing, not winning!"

"I'll burn more cars, houses and money for you later."

Four or five rounds of rock-paper-scissors went on.

As expected, Zhang Jiahao lost to Xie Mingyang and successfully got the opportunity to play back-to-back.

"Thank you, ancestors. Thank you, ancestors..."

Zhang Jiahao's face was full of gratitude. He clenched his fists and shook them vigorously a few times towards the sky above his head.

"Sometimes I really envy the luck of that brat Zhang Jiahao."

Coach Zhang praised, "But I don't understand, this brat is so lucky, why didn't he pray before the game that he would win the championship?"

"Maybe it's because... he prayed a few times and finally realized it was useless."

Chen Jin scratched the tip of his nose.

(End of this chapter)