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

Chapter 59 [059] This is the real top 3! (K)

The forehand is explosive, the backhand is explosive, and the connection between forehand and backhand is as smooth as flowing water.

Attack in the middle table, pull in the far table, the middle and far tables are continuous like a bombardment.

Step by step, slide, and cross, every step is thrilling.

The long ball and the short ball do not spin, and every ball is thrilling.

On the playing field.

Xie Mingyang gradually calmed down and, with the attitude of a challenger, used all his strength to launch a fierce attack on Chen Jin.

Commit your heart and soul to the task.

Even the cheers from outside the stadium had fallen silent.

The pace is getting faster and the feel is getting hotter.

If he retreats to a far platform, he can even form a counter-attack against Chen Jin.

however.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is still a big gap in strength between Xie Mingyang and Chen Jin.

Chen Jin stood still near the middle of the table almost the entire time, relying on his pace to run all over the table.

Whether it's the backhand baseline or the forehand corner, he can switch between offense and defense freely and at will.

It's like learning the Dugu Nine Swords. No matter what moves the opponent uses, you can still strike back.

In Xie Mingyang's eyes.

Chen Jin is more like an indestructible wall.

He was a soldier charging alone, trying to break through the defense of the city wall with the ear pick in his hand.

Xie Mingyang also felt bitter about this.

Playing in the mid to close table was originally his area of ​​expertise!
In previous matches, whether against Zhang Jiahao or Ding Xiaowei, Xie Mingyang almost always played from mid- to close-range.

But now.

Facing Chen Jin, an aggressive and oppressive opponent, Xie Mingyang had already lost the middle and near table.

Under Chen Jin's explosive charge, he couldn't even stand in the middle or near table.

They were forced to retreat.

In this way, the threat of attack is greatly reduced.

No matter how hard and how fast Xie Mingyang hit the ball from the far table, Chen Jin defended the middle and near table as steady as a rock. Whether he was hitting the ball back or defending closely, his speed, strength and landing point all crushed Xie Mingyang.

more importantly.

Xie Mingyang tried all the tactics that Director Wang arranged before the game, such as pressing Chen Jin's backhand and squeezing Chen Jin's center.

They were all easily resolved by Chen Jin.

It seems that all the shortcomings of the straight-blade horizontal hitting method are ineffective against Chen Jin.

Of course.

Whether it is a horizontal or vertical board, both have their shortcomings.

The key to strength lies in people.

Chen Jin is also very clear about the disadvantages of the straight-blade, which lies in the continuity of the backhand and the connection between the forehand and backhand.

Therefore, when he was in the provincial team, he worked hard to practice his footwork.

Use the reaction and speed of the steps to make up for the shortcomings of the straight-blade hands.

The two players on the court kept fighting each other and many exciting shots were made.

Although Xie Mingyang was just Chen Jin's background most of the time, the people off the field were equally excited.

"Hey, Xie Mingyang's touch seems to be slowly coming back."

"But what's the use of this? In the previous ball, Chen Jin's backhand was directly hit against Xie Mingyang's forehand burst, didn't it go straight through?"

"I even doubt whether Chen Jin's backhand is really a straight backhand."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, look at this ball...Fuck, continuous forehand bursts, followed by a backhand rip...Fuck, this can even be ripped with more force?!"

"Oh my god, this forehand and backhand conversion is so outrageous. His uncle opened the door so outrageously that he went to his grandma's house!"

"Looking at Xie Mingyang's expression, he's almost numb from the rush."

"Xie Mingyang can at least retreat and hit back. If it's my turn, Chen Jin will probably charge forward and I won't even be able to see where the ball is."

"Look at Chen Jin, he has a strong forehand, backhand, serve, defense, offense, near-table, middle-table, far-table, connection, speed, quality, awareness, execution, half-table, sideways, backhand, etc.

Strong landing points, strong tactics, strong momentum, strong transitions, strong pace, strong short swings, strong high balls, strong line changes, strong rhythm, strong adjustments, strong judgments, strong reactions, strong twists and pulls, strong high loops, strong backhand back-tears, strong flying lobs... these are the real top 32!"

"Oh my god, you're just naming dishes on a talk show."

"Don't slander me, I'm just doing crosstalk, it has nothing to do with talk show!"

……

Under Chen Jin's fierce attack.

But Xie Mingyang was in a dilemma, as if he was short of money.

And the score is constantly widening.

Xie Mingyang's coach originally wanted to call a timeout for him to adjust the rhythm and rearrange the tactics.

But Xie Mingyang rejected her with his eyes.

Xie Mingyang knew very well that the gap in strength between him and Chen Jin was like a chasm that could not be made up by on-the-spot tactics.

"The only thing I can do now is to use Chen Jin as a touchstone to find out the gaps and fill them up."

Think of it this way.

Xie Mingyang's mentality became more peaceful and more relaxed.

Without any psychological constraints, I became more and more adept at playing ball.

He made several brilliant shots in a row.

but.

Chen Jin also becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents.

His style of play was fierce, yet rigorous, and he beat Xie Mingyang without any temper.

Looking at the game from afar, Liu Guoliang smiled and said, "Chen Jin is even better."

"really!"

After witnessing the match between Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang, Wang Liqin could only admit that he had underestimated Chen Jin's strength.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he was already overwhelming the geniuses of his peers, and was even able to compete with the top masters...

After so many years, there's finally another one!
"We have to find a way to get this guy into our Magic City team."

Wang Liqin was calculating in his mind, "Otherwise, if he is recruited by the capital, Lingnan or other teams, he will become a big problem in the future."

Wang Liqin was also pleased with Xie Mingyang's performance.

"Xie Mingyang is undoubtedly talented in playing basketball, but coming from a family like that, sometimes he places too much emphasis on certain things, which can become a burden."

"In this competition, he was able to adjust his mentality in time, face the gap, and face Chen Jin as a challenger. This is also a breakthrough for him." Wang Liqin looked at Xie Mingyang who was sweating profusely on the court, and also showed a gratified smile on his face. "If I can recruit both of them into the Magic City team, then my Magic City team will be invincible in the future, right?"

On the other hand, Wang Hao and Ma Lin.

The two men put their hands in their pockets and smiled at each other.

The two were happy for this junior fellow disciple who also came from Wumen.

However, as Liu Guoliang said before.

In today's table tennis world, the road to straight-blade tennis is full of hardships and setbacks.

If Chen Jin wants to go higher and further, he will probably have to pay more.

A mere U16 trial is just the beginning.

What's waiting for him next is the real challenge!

“Who are the contestants in Lima?”

Ma Lin suddenly remembered something, moved closer to Wang Hao and asked in a low voice.

"The top ranked players include Dako and Francesca. I heard that Taipei's young player Gao Chengrui is also quite good."

Wang Hao thought about it.

Originally, due to the long distance, the Chinese national table tennis team had no intention of sending anyone to sign up for the regular challenge tournament in Lima.

But after the Olympics, the national table tennis team held an internal meeting and made a temporary decision to use the qualification to participate in the Lima station as one of the rewards for this selection tournament.

To know.

Before this, young players participating in the trials would never have had such an opportunity.

"Oh?"

Ma Lin smiled and said, "These people are perfect for Chen Jin to practice for international competitions."

"If Chen Jin can win the Lima regular challenge championship against Daco and Francesca, it means that our straight-blade tennis racket has finally found a successor."

Hearing this, Wang Hao glanced at Ma Lin and smiled, "What's the matter? Senior brother, do you still want to pass on your Eighteen Touches skill to Chen Jin?"

……

11: 3.

11: 1.

11: 2.

11: 1.

The overall score is 4:0.

Chen Jin defeated Xie Mingyang with overwhelming strength and absolute advantage, winning the third point in the fifth round of the round-robin tournament.

This also means that Chen Jin will win the championship of the National Table Tennis U16 Selection Tournament.

"champion?"

Chen Jin took a deep breath and said, "This should be my first real championship."

but,
He just clenched his fists tightly, without too much excitement or any celebration.

He blew on the racket out of habit and wiped it gently.

A glance out of the corner of my eye.

Unfortunately, the figure who used to accompany me in practicing basketball day and night is no longer there off the court.

With the last ball, Xie Mingyang twisted and pulled the ball into the net.

Outside the stadium, there was a sudden burst of hysterical cheers.

"champion!"

"we are the champion!"

"Brother Jin, awesome!"

"Champion, awesome!"

Without waiting for Chen Jin to react.

Zhang Jiahao and others, with excitement and joy on their faces, danced, cheered, waved towels in their hands, rushed towards Chen Jinfei, and hugged Chen Jin tightly.

Let Chen Jin experience the feeling of being covered in muscular man.

"Brother Jin, awesome!"

Zhang Jiahao hugged Chen Jin, extremely excited, and shook him vigorously a few times, gritting his teeth, as if every word came out from between his teeth, "Awesome! Awesome!"

Judging from his expression, he seems even more excited than if he had won the championship.

"Don't shake it, don't shake it... My head is going to fall off."

Chen Jin struggled.

"Even though I didn't even make it to the first round, I lost to the champion, so there's no shame in that!"

"Master Chen Jin, when we are interviewed later, can you say to the camera: I am the champion, and you standing opposite me are the runner-up?"

"We are both good sons of the Chen family. Chen Jin won the championship. I, Chen Zihan, am proud of it."

"After nearly 20 years in the industry, I finally became a champion coach... Even though I got it by accident, from now on, I finally have this important achievement on my resume."

Everyone surrounded Chen Jin, very excited, some grabbed Chen Jin's arms tightly, and some stroked Chen Jin's head.

This makes Chen Jin like the auspicious stone lion at the gate of the temple. Everyone wants to touch him and get a taste of his championship luck.

Zhang Jiahao even squatted down and hugged Chen Jin's right thigh.

"Don't lift it, I'm afraid of heights."

Chen Jin quickly kicked Zhang Jiahao away ruthlessly.

In a hurry, his eyes turned.

But not far away, Xie Mingyang was standing beside the table with an expressionless face, holding a racket in his left hand and a towel draped over his left arm. He did not leave and seemed to be waiting for something.

Seeing this, Chen Jin was stunned for a moment.

Then he came to his senses.

He quickly separated the crowd, walked quickly to Xie Mingyang, and extended his hand.

"Well played."

Chen Jin spoke from the heart.

Compared to the last time the two fought, Xie Mingyang's progress was visible to the naked eye.

"Congratulations."

Xie Mingyang's expression and tone were still as cold as ever.

"Thank you."

Chen Jin smiled.

Then, Xie Mingyang turned around and left without saying anything else, wiping the sweat off his face and walking to the sidelines.

(End of this chapter)