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

Chapter 55 [055] Horizontal and Vertical Battle (1)

"One minute left in the sixth round of the fifth round of the National Table Tennis U16 Trials."

"Please prepare to enter the venue, contestants from both sides."

Seeing that the camera on channel C was pointed at him, the referee straightened his back, looked energetic, his voice was exceptionally loud, and his pelvic...ah, chest cavity resonated.

Following the referee's reminder.

Almost everyone at the scene focused their attention on the center of the arena.

Even the female team members crowded over to watch the game.

"Who is the men's team champion of the Youth Championship?"

"I heard that the men's team has a straight-blade genius this time, and he seems to be playing very well."

"Really? Is he handsome?"

The female team players, in groups of three or four, crowded into the front row of the crowd, chirping and chattering, like sparrows flying into a herd of cattle and horses.

Knowing that this was a highlight match, Wang Hao, Ma Lin and others became a little restless and stood up to look at the stadium.

At this time, Wang Liqin had already returned from practice.

"Brother Li, in front of Coach Liu and the C stage, you actually went down to give Xie Mingyang some special treatment."

Wang Hao smiled.

"Open a special kitchen?"

Wang Liqin smiled calmly, "Isn't this Ma Lin's job? I won't argue with him."

"What does it have to do with me? Why did it get to me?"

Ma Lin was a little dissatisfied. "Besides, I haven't been to buy vegetables and cook for a long time."

Wang Hao and Wang Liqin looked at each other and laughed.

At this moment.

Liu Guoliang came over and asked: "What are you talking about? You are laughing so happily."

"Marin said he hasn't bought groceries for a long time, so he wants to cook tonight and make some snacks to go with the wine."

Wang Hao smiled.

"Hey, you kid!"

Ma Lin grabbed Wang Hao and put his right arm in a throat lock, gently strangling Wang Hao's neck, "Get lost, you are talking nonsense."

"There are reporters here."

Liu Guoliang's face turned serious and he said, "You are the head coach of the men's team and the head coach of the women's team. Can you two be a little more serious?"

Wang Hao and Ma Lin then stopped playing, straightened their clothes, and became serious.

"Give me a bottle of water. I've been with these two reporters for the whole afternoon. My throat is almost dry and smoking."

Liu Guoliang coughed twice.

Wang Hao picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table and handed it to Liu Guoliang.

"By the way, what's the situation on the men's team now?"

Liu Guoliang took a sip and glanced at Wang Liqin, half-jokingly saying, "Da Li, you are the director of the Magic City Table Tennis and Badminton Center. You haven't picked up a racket in many years, but you actually came down to the court to practice with me today?"

Seeing that Wang Liqin showed a little embarrassment on his face, Wang Hao quickly took over the conversation.

"For the men's team, the fifth game just ended, and the points are as follows: Chen Jin scored two points, and the other three scored one point each."

Wang Hao said, "It all depends on the sixth match, who will win between Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang."

"Chen Jin won and secured the championship. The other three will play overtime."

"Xie Mingyang won, and all four entered overtime."

"But the difference is that Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang are competing for the first and second place, while Ding Xiaowei and Zhang Jiahao are competing for the third place."

Hear the words.

Liu Guoliang was a little surprised: "Chen Jin scored two points alone? Is this disciple trained by Coach Wu so strong?"

“Talent does.”

Wang Liqin's tone and expression showed his heartfelt appreciation, "Every game was a crushing victory."

"So far, no one has probably scored more than five points from him."

Wang Hao shook his head in agreement.

"Oh?"

Liu Guoliang tilted his neck, crossed his arms, and thought, "No wonder Dali, you care so much about it."

Wang Liqin smiled bitterly and said, "Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang played a friendly match before, best of five. In the whole match, Xie Mingyang only got three small game points."

"what?"

Liu Guoliang was surprised.

The newly crowned champion of the Youth Championship not only lost a match among players of the same age, but also only got three small game points!
Moreover, the opponent is using the long-decked straight-blade!

"After all these years, finally a decent candy bar is out?"

Liu Guoliang's heart moved slightly.

Of course, the horizontal and vertical gap is not very obvious for people of Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang's age.

But as we age, our physical fitness reaches its peak and the horizontal and vertical gap will widen little by little.

Unless Chen Jinzhen is gifted and can completely break the relative disadvantages of straight-blade backhand and forehand and backhand connection.

Therefore, it is too early to say how far Chen Jin can go, and it remains to be seen.

Back then, Xue Fei was also highly expected by the team and was considered a straight-blade genius, but now he can only play in some unimportant side tournaments. Outside the court, everyone was looking forward to the upcoming battle between horizontal and vertical.

And inside the venue.

It was as if there was smoke everywhere and murderous intent.

Xie Mingyang had a cold expression and sharp eyes as he walked in front of Chen Jin.

“I won’t lose again this time.”

Xie Mingyang said in a deep voice.

"come on."

Chen Jin smiled and extended his hand.

The two shook hands.

The referee took out a coin and asked the two to guess who would go first.

In the end, Xie Mingyang got the serve.

Pre-match practice session.

Chen Jin discovered that compared to before, Xie Mingyang retreated half a step and his defense became more stable.

At the same time, the strength of the fingers and wrists in forehand and backhand attacks is also significantly enhanced.

Although there were only one or two seemingly insignificant changes, the tricks involved made Chen Jin think quickly in his mind.

"It seems that Director Wang did give Xie Mingyang a lot of valuable advice."

Chen Jin pondered secretly.

0: 0.

But Chen Jin lowered his body, stood in the backhand corner, and stared at Xie Mingyang's serving action and racket shape with eyes like a hawk.

Throw the ball vertically upward.

Turn your waist and lead the racket.

When the ping-pong ball fell freely, Xie Mingyang turned his body, held the ball in his hand, and made a downward cutting motion.

"Sideways?"

Chen Jin predicted in advance.

He took a step forward and was about to start.

however.

The moment of touching the ball.

Like lightning, Xie Mingyang's style of shooting suddenly changed.

Run the ball!

The ping-pong ball suddenly turned into a cheetah pouncing on its prey and attacked Chen Jin's backhand baseline at an extremely fast speed.

The opening serve is too long!
In the professional arena, this is definitely an extremely life-threatening style of play.

But the effect is very good.

It was completely beyond Chen Jin's expectations.

Fortunately, Chen Jin reacted quickly and changed his tactics, retreating half a step.

Running the ball is about speed.

Therefore, the rotation is not very strong.

Chen Jin hit the ball with his backhand.

Although the quality of the return was not high, at least I made it to the stage.

As long as the ball doesn't fall to the ground, there is still a chance.

however.

As an opponent, why would Xie Mingyang give him another chance when his tactics were successful?

Predict where the return ball will land in advance.

Xie Mingyang slid quickly, put strength into his right arm, and rushed sideways.

"Snapped!"

This blow was powerful and heavy, carrying with it an endless killing intent.

And he aimed at the gap in Chen Jin's forehand.

fast!
quasi!
ruthless!
Xie Mingyang's shot, whether it was a long sneak shot at the beginning or a straight shot, was bold and delicate, and obviously well thought out.

but.

Although the angle was large, Chen Jin did not give up.

With a hard push of his feet and a cross step sideways, Chen Jin seemed to flash and flew to his forehand, trying to save the ball.

In the end, there was nothing that could be done.

1: 0.

Xie Mingyang scored the first point.

"Yes!"

Seeing the ball fall to the ground, Xie Mingyang relaxed his vigilance, clenched his fist silently, and his eyes became more determined.

(End of this chapter)