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

Chapter 62 [062] Come to our Magic City team
Chen Jin changed his clothes in the toilet cubicle.

Crunch!

As soon as I opened the door.

Suddenly, there was a person standing outside the door, grinning at me.

Chen Jin was caught off guard and got shocked.

I almost kicked him.

He took a quick glance and saw the other person's face clearly, then resisted the urge.

"Director Wang?"

Chen Jin was still in shock, "You came to the toilet in person?"

The key is.

There are so many empty seats in the bathroom, why are you standing outside my cubicle?

Could it be that he likes the feng shui of my cubicle?
Wang Liqin put one hand on Chen Jin's shoulder and looked straight at Chen Jin, his eyes showing admiration: "Let's not beat around the bush. I like you."

"what?"

Looking at Wang Liqin vigilantly, Chen Jin unconsciously took half a step back.

"Chen Jin, I think you have great potential, come to our Magic City team."

Wang Liqin did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

Hearing this, Chen Jin suddenly realized that Director Wang was not here to use the restroom, but was here to poach people.

"Come to the Magic City team. I will give you resources and treatment that are definitely no less than that of Xiaopang."

Wang Liqin said solemnly, "I can arrange for you to compete with Xiaopang, Xu Xin and others in the National Championships in October and the National Games next year."

"I will also do my best to support you in other competitions, including the three major tournaments."

With the current strength of the Magic City team, with two great generals Fan Zhendong and Xu Xin, plus Zhou Kai, Zhao Zihao and others, there is no problem for them to be firmly in the top three.

But, Xu Xin is, after all, already a thirty-year-old man with many injuries, and now he has his own career to take care of.

Facing the impact of other strong teams, I'm afraid Xiaopang can't handle it alone.

not to mention.

As the leader of the Magic City team, Wang Liqin must be far-sighted and consider the future of the Magic City team.

The potential that Chen Jin showed in this selection competition is promising for the future.

If we can recruit him into the Magic City team as soon as possible, it will be of great benefit to the Magic City team.

Looking across the country, the strength of the Shanghai team is unquestionable.

Chen Jin was very clear about this.

"Thank you Director Wang for your trust."

Chen Jin scratched his nose and said with some embarrassment, "But I just signed a three-year contract with our provincial team not long ago."

"S Province Team?"

Wang Liqin smiled lightly and said bluntly, "The S Province team temple is too small. Sooner or later, it will not be able to accommodate you, the future Buddha."

"When the time comes, I hope you can give priority to our Magic City team."

In fact, Wang Liqin had long guessed that Chen Jin might have signed a contract with his provincial team.

But he was still determined to invite Chen Jin to join the Magic City team, because he knew that once Chen Jin achieved some results, the S Province team would not be able to keep him.

He approached Chen Jin this time for no other reason than to plant the seed of the Magic City team in Chen Jin's heart.

"Row."

Chen Jin nodded.

Seeing Chen Jin agreed, Wang Liqin smiled and took out his cell phone from his pocket: "Do you have your cell phone? I'll add you on WeChat. If there's anything in the future, I can contact you at any time."

"Did not bring."

"It doesn't matter. What's your WeChat ID? I'll add you first."

Chen Jin immediately gave his cell phone number: "134..."

Dissatisfied with his own slow typing, Wang Liqin simply handed the phone to Chen Jin to operate it himself.

"okay."

Chen Jin said, "I'll wait until I get back to the dormitory, get my phone, and then I'll pass it on to my friends."

"no problem."

Wang Liqin patted Chen Jin on the shoulder with a smile, "Good luck in Lima, but don't put too much pressure on yourself. With your potential, I believe it won't be long before you can compete in a big competition."

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded.

"All right."

Wang Liqin was satisfied and waved his hand, "You go out first, I'm going to the toilet."

"Huh? Oh."

Chen Jin said, "Then I won't disturb Director Wang from going to the toilet."

Get out of the toilet.

"The Magic City team? They showed up so soon."

Chen Jin frowned and thought to himself, "But Mr. Wu once suggested to me that if there is a chance, it is best to consider the Beijing team first..."

As soon as I returned to the venue, I heard Zhang Jiahao roar "Cuo Le".

"Coach Zhang, what's going on now?"

Chen Jin squeezed into the crowd.

"It's the second game, eight to eight."

Coach Zhang stared at the instantaneous changes on the field with his eyes fixed, looking a little nervous.

"So fast?"

Chen Jin asked, "Who won the first game?"

"we won."

Coach Zhang clenched his fists and said, "As long as we win this round, we will have a chance to advance to the top three."

The atmosphere on the field was particularly tense.

Especially Ding Xiaowei.

After losing the first game, the pressure inside was so great that it felt like a huge mountain.

In the second game, the score was very close.

This made Ding Xiaowei a little impatient, and he was eager to find a breakthrough point and open up the situation.

But the more you do this, the more mistakes you make.

8: 8.

Zhang Jiahao serves.

"boom!"

He pushed hard with his feet and sent a long, quick ball straight to Ding Xiaowei in the middle.

I thought that with the score so close, given Zhang Jiahao's style, his serve would definitely be steady.

Who knew that Zhang Jiahao would take the risk to grow up secretly.

Ding Xiaowei was caught off guard and was blocked by the sudden ball.

In a hurry, I could only rub it with my backhand.

Unfortunately, he missed the target and the ping-pong ball hit the edge of the board and flew out.

"Cuo Le!" "Zhao——"

Zhang Jiahao shouted again.

At this moment, he was also under great pressure.

Only by shouting out loud can I relieve the tension and pressure in my heart a little.

Sweat poured down like a waterfall.

Ding Xiaowei wiped his face, walked to the left side of the table, touched the table, and muttered: "It doesn't matter, be steady, don't worry, there is still a chance."

"Hey hey hey!"

Ding Xiaowei jumped a few times on the spot, took a deep breath, and then bent down, "Pay attention to the ball, pay attention to the ball."

Zhang Jiahao still serves.

High throw.

Posted it sideways.

After judging the rotation and landing point, Ding Xiaowei stepped forward and flipped the board with extremely fast hand speed, gently supporting the board with long rubber.

This ball seems to be short.

But the rotation changed from downward spin to no spin.

Zhang Jiahao failed to notice Ding Xiaowei's backspin movement for a moment, thinking it was still a backward spin, so he stepped forward and swung back.

The moment of touching the ball.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jiahao had already realized something was wrong, and his expression suddenly changed.

But, it's too late.

The return ball went high.

"Chance!"

Ding Xiaowei reversed the board again and took decisive action.

Use the long rubber surface to fly and pick up the ball.

Don't give the opponent any chance to breathe.

Due to the characteristics of long rubber, this board is not only extremely fast, but also sinks in an arc.

Ding Xiaowei was confident that even if Chen Jin came, he might not be able to catch the ball.

however.

There is nothing absolute in the world.

Knowing that he had made a mistake in returning the ball and expecting that his opponent would attack him, Zhang Jiahao hurriedly stepped back from the table, ready to meet Ding Xiaowei's explosive charge.

At the moment Ding Xiaowei shot, Zhang Jiahao caught a glimpse of his board shape and, almost instinctively, instantly determined the landing point and arc of the ball.

"what--"

Zhang Jiahao shouted loudly, turned his head to look at the moon, flew to catch the ball, and swung his racket with all his might.

A miracle happened.

He actually pulled the ball back.

Thought he had victory in his grasp, Ding Xiaowei failed to prepare and was caught in a rush, unable to turn the tide.

"Cuo Le!"

"Zhu--"

10: 8.

Zhang Jiahao was in high spirits after getting the game point and also the match point.

The audience outside the venue also started to get excited.

"What does it feel like?"

"Can you pull this shit back for me?"

Ding Xiaowei's pressure suddenly increased, and even the hand holding the racket began to tremble.

Big beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks.

"Hold on!"

"There's still one ball, there's still a chance."

"Just give him a try!"

Ding Xiaowei secretly decided to serve long!

Key points.

There was silence.

All I could hear was the crisp sound of "da da da, da da da".

Ding Xiaowei picked up the ping-pong ball, placed it still in his palm, and while pressing his body down, he stretched his arms out above the table.

"Whoo~"

After a moment of silence, Ding Xiaowei clearly felt that sweat was still flowing down his cheeks.

But he couldn't care less at this moment.

Toss the ball upward.

Turn your waist and swing the racket, and at the moment of hitting the ball, the racket suddenly stands up.

As Ding Xiaowei expected, the ball went straight to Zhang Jiahao's backhand baseline.

He was even ready to move on to the next board.

however.

What he didn't expect was that his serve hit the net.

"How can this be?"

Ding Xiaowei was stunned.

When serving this ball, he slammed his racket down hard, and the arc was bound to cross the net.

It is possible for the ball to fly out of the opponent's table, but it is absolutely unreasonable for it to hit the net!

Ding Xiaowei looked down and saw a few drops of sweat still left on the table.

And one of the drops was obviously hit by something.

"Could it be..."

Ding Xiaowei looked helpless and smiled bitterly.

11: 8.

Zhang Jiahao didn't expect that Ding Xiaowei would make a serve error in the last ball, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

But no matter what, he won.

Ding Xiaowei naturally would not ask for a re-serve just because there was sweat on the table.

"Well played."

Ding Xiaowei took the initiative to extend his hand.

"Thank you."

Zhang Jiahao hesitated for a moment, "Did the serve just now rub against the sweat on the table?"

"No."

Ding Xiaowei shook his head and smiled at Zhang Jiahao, "It was my own mistake."

(End of this chapter)