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

Chapter 63 [063] Let’s fight against the national table tennis team again next year!

After the game, Zhang Jiahao and Ding Xiaowei did not return to the sidelines directly.

Instead, at the referee's signal, the two played rock-paper-scissors to decide who would go back-to-back first.

"The next match is against Xie Mingyang again... Damn it, I'm almost losing, I have to take revenge this time."

Zhang Jiahao immediately became very motivated, "Why not take advantage of this opportunity and take down Xie Mingyang in one fell swoop?"

"Ancestors of the Zhang family, it's time for you to show your might again."

As expected, Zhang Jiahao won the rock-paper-scissors game and wanted to fight to the death with Xie Mingyang.

Ding Xiaowei won time to rest and adjust.

Both have bright futures.

"With the blessing of the championship luck, the feeling is different."

Zhang Jiahao rubbed his palms, chuckled, and looked at Chen Jin with ill intent, "Brother Jin, can you lend me your hand again?"

"I will definitely be able to defeat Xie Mingyang in the next game."

Chen Jin crossed his arms over his chest, hid his hands tightly, and said coldly: "Get lost!"

Take a break.

With a whistle, players from both teams came on stage.

When shaking hands.

As soon as Zhang Jiahao's eyes met Xie Mingyang.

But two rays of lightning seemed to shoot out from the other person's pupils, penetrating through his eyes and reaching deep into his heart.

Zhang Jiahao's heart trembled violently.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jiahao understood immediately, "This kid wants to vent all his resentment for losing to my brother Jin on me."

"Do you think I'm a pushover? You can just push me around?"

"Today I will let you see what it means to be a tiger showing off your power!"

Zhang Jiahao's eyes became more and more ferocious, and he confronted Xie Mingyang tit for tat.

3: 11.

6: 11.

In less than twenty minutes, the game was over.

Zhang Jiahao almost couldn't hold it in, and he hung his head dejectedly: "The facts prove that I am really a soft persimmon."

When shaking hands after the game, Xie Mingyang glanced at Zhang Jiahao with a hint of disdain on his face.

That contemptuous look seemed to be saying: You are a defeated general, and I can treat you like a toy!

I can't beat Chen Jin, but can't I beat you?
In the match with Chen Jin, Xie Mingyang has obviously improved a lot in both mentality and skills.

He was not very good at the ball on the table before, but in the match with Zhang Jiahao, he handled it quite delicately.

For example, Zhang Jiahao's best loop ball has a low arc and strong rotation. To others, it is difficult to defend against it, let alone hit it back.

But in Xie Mingyang's eyes, they were all opportunities.

Once Zhang Jiahao hits a loop ball, Xie Mingyang will either hit it back with his forehand or quickly tear it with his backhand.

Zhang Jiahao is not Chen Jin. He does not have Chen Jin's strong strength. He cannot defend at all, let alone counterattack by leveraging the force.

In the end, they lost with a score of 2:0.

"Five captures... In less than two months, I was captured five times by Xie Mingyang?"

Zhang Jiahao looked aggrieved, "If this continues, I'll soon become Meng Huo."

"Brother Zhang, don't be discouraged, and don't be disheartened. This is nothing at all."

Ouyang Liangqin pouted at Ding Xiaowei and said, "There's another person over there who was captured five times in less than two days."

"That's true."

After being persuaded by Ouyang Liangqin, Zhang Jiahao immediately smiled and swept away the haze in his heart. "It turns out that there is no happiness without comparison. I feel relaxed and comfortable instantly."

"but--"

He changed the subject and glared at Chen Jin fiercely with a look of great resentment, "Brother Jin, it's all your fault."

"Why blame me?"

Chen Jin was stunned for a moment.

"If you didn't lend me your hand, I wouldn't have the luck to win the championship, and I lost my touch, so I lost the game."

Zhang Jiahao's face was filled with resentment, and he said in a serious tone, "It's all your fault."

The pot fell from the sky, Chen Jin sneered: "You are not as skilled as others, but you still have so many excuses. You still want to be Meng Huo. At most, you can only be a Changbanpo."

"Changbanpo? What does that mean?"

"Sooner or later, Xie Mingyang will come in and out again and again."

"..."

Next game.

It was Xie Mingyang versus Ding Xiaowei.

If the former wins, then the selection will officially be over.

According to the points, Chen Jin, Xie Mingyang and Zhang Jiahao ranked in the top three, while Ding Xiaowei was unfortunately eliminated.

But if Ding Xiaowei wins, the three will continue to play overtime until the winner is decided.

"We won't have to play another overtime game, will we?"

Zhang Jiahao cried, "I really want to be Meng Huo, and I don't want to be Changbanpo."

After all, Xie Mingyang lost to Ding Xiaowei in the fifth round of the round-robin match.

The fighting styles of the three of them clearly restrained each other. In addition, Ding Xiaowei was already standing on the edge of the cliff, so he would definitely fight desperately.

no doubt.

Xie Mingyang also thought of this.

"I have one point now. Even if I lose to Ding Xiaowei, I will not be eliminated. At most I will have to play one more overtime round."

"But Ding Xiaowei is different. He will try every possible way to take the point from me and drag the game into the second overtime, so his playing style may be very fierce."

"I am one step ahead of him in terms of psychological pressure. I just need to play steadily and make fewer mistakes, and I will have the upper hand."

“Although the rewards of fighting are high, the risk of mistakes is also high.”

"So, in this game, I just need to play it safe and steady."

After formulating the playing tactics, Xie Mingyang was much more relaxed compared to the previous match with Ding Xiaowei.

Throughout the game, I was neither anxious nor impatient.

He even abandoned his original fierce offensive style.

Instead, slow down the pace and do a steady loop like Zhang Jiahao.

Even though there were occasional mistakes or Ding Xiaowei took the initiative to attack and score, Xie Mingyang remained calm and kept the rhythm of the game in his own hands.

"Fuck, isn't this my style of play?"

Zhang Jiahao saw through the trick and said with dissatisfaction, "Xie Mingyang is such a shameless kid, he actually stole my master?"

"This is their ability to read the game, to adjust to changes, and never be stubborn."

Coach Zhang praised, "Xie Mingyang is really something."

"Unfortunately, Ding Xiaowei's long rubber attacking style is not yet mature, and he is under a lot of pressure, so he made a lot of mistakes. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so passive."

Chen Jin agreed with Coach Zhang's comments and said with some regret: "Ding Xiaowei lost."

In this selection competition, which lasted five rounds, Ding Xiaowei never left her side and accompanied her all the way, and they went hand in hand to the semi-finals.

There is some emotion.

Seeing that Ding Xiaowei was about to fail and fall in overtime, Chen Jin couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

Unsurprisingly.

Although Ding Xiaowei won the first round against Xie Mingyang with fierce fighting.

In the second game, he wanted to make a final push, but his touch declined, he made more mistakes, and ultimately lost the game.

The decisive tiebreaker.

Xie Mingyang was steady and ruthless, ending the game with a score of 7:2.

They made it to the semi-finals but lost in overtime. Ding Xiaowei looked as pale as death, and his dejected eyes showed resentment.

But I have to accept the reality.

"It's okay. Being able to make it to the semi-finals is beyond our expectations."

Teacher Liu patted Ding Xiaowei on the shoulder and consoled him, "Let's fight again next year."

"Ah."

Ding Xiaowei nodded and said, "Coach Liu, after I go back, I want to make a real technical improvement and integrate the long rubber offensive style into the training system."

Although the long rubber slice shot style has certain advantages, it is easy to fall into a passive position once encountering a real master.

Through this selection competition, after trying several times the style of play that was mainly offensive and supplemented by slicing, he suddenly found that he was indeed more suitable for this style of play.

Technological reform is imperative.

"no problem."

Teacher Liu also saw the future of Ding Xiaowei's technical transformation. "In the next year, I will accompany you to study the technical transformation."

"Thank you, Master Liu."

Ding Xiaowei felt warm in his heart.

I couldn't help but look back at Chen Jin, and saw that he was surrounded by Ouyang Liangqin and others, like the moon surrounded by stars.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked forward.

"Chen Jin."

Ding Xiaowei extended his hand, "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

Chen Jin smiled, with a hint of regret in his tone, "It's really a pity for you this time."

"I'm not as skilled as others, there's nothing much to say."

Ding Xiaowei shrugged slightly, "Let's fight again next year. I hope I'll have better luck then and won't run into a master like you."

"Brother, there are us."

Ouyang Liangqin and the others smiled and hugged Ding Xiaowei, "Next year we will accompany you to play against the national table tennis team again."

"it is good."

Looking at the young and innocent smiling faces in front of him, Ding Xiaowei felt as if something was blocking his throat.

Maybe... this is the meaning of friends.

"Let me be frank with you. We are all brothers in Master Chen Jin's prisoner-of-war camp. No one should be missing next year."

"If anyone dares to desert next year, I will stab him for life!"

As he spoke, Ouyang Liangqin picked his nose and pretended to smear it on everyone.

"Huh~"

Everyone looked disgusted and kept their distance.

(End of this chapter)