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

Chapter 7 [007] Record-breaking

58Km/h.

62Km/h.

66Km/h.

……

The boy with glasses rushed forward three times, and it was obvious that he was trying his best, but he still couldn't catch up with Xie Mingyang's record.

Not to mention breaking.

Like a defeated rooster, he returned to the crowd dejectedly and with a frustrated look on his face.

Xie Mingyang watched coldly with a smile on his face.

Next.

Several more people took action one after another.

Unfortunately, it failed to break 70Km/h.

"Sure enough, the speed at which I hit the ball is a record that some people can't even reach."

Xie Mingyang sighed, but he was actually extremely proud.

He turned his gaze and glanced at Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang in the crowd, his eyes full of provocation.

Zhang Jiahao didn't get along with him in the first place, so how could he stand the look from him?

It's like a powder keg that can be ignited at any time.

However, Zhang Jiahao is somewhat self-aware.

Coach Wu once commented on him that he had too much spin but not enough power.

Therefore, high lifting is its strong point.

But when it comes to violent charging, great force often makes miracles happen.

Zhang Jiahao is not good at it.

Even if he goes on stage, he will only bring shame upon himself.

But this anger is stuck in my heart and I have to vent it out.

"Brother Jin, look how arrogant this kid is!"

Zhang Jiahao whispered, "Why don't you take action yourself and teach this kid a lesson? Let him know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!"

"What did you call me?"

Chen Jin glanced at him.

"Father!"

Zhang Jiahao changed his words without hesitation.

"That's pretty much it."

Chen Jin smiled.

At this moment, someone had just finished measuring the speed of the ball and was returning.

Li Qian asked, "Who else?"

"I."

Chen Jin raised his hand.

Part the crowd and step forward.

Li Qian recognized Chen Jin at a glance: "Master Wu's disciple?"

In the afternoon, the head coach of the men's table tennis team personally came on the court to practice with Chen Jin.

Such extraordinary treatment has already attracted the attention of players from major provincial teams.

Everyone began to wonder about Chen Jin's origins. Could he be another prince?

Later, I learned that Chen Jin was Coach Wu's disciple, and I suddenly realized what was going on.

It turns out he got in through the back door!

No matter where you are, taking the back door is definitely not a glorious thing.

Seeing Chen Jin coming out, there were immediately a few boos from the audience.

Chen Jin didn't care about this.

He walked straight to the table and said to Li Qian, "Let me try."

"it is good."

Li Qian smiled and asked, "Do you need to warm up?"

"unnecessary."

Chen Jin moved around on the spot for a while, then bent his knees, bent his body, looked straight ahead, and got into ready position.

"coming."

Li Qian pressed the serve switch.

Call ~
A backspin ball, with a strong rotation, flew in a low arc, almost touching the net, towards Chen Jin's forehand half of the table.

at the same time.

Chen Jin stepped back, lowered his waist, and pulled his hand to lead the racket at an extremely fast speed.

Aim at the landing point, seize the fleeting high point of take-off, and swing the racket hard.

"Snapped!"

Like a muffled thunder, the sound of the ball hitting the ball was deafening.

The ping-pong ball bounced back like lightning and landed at a large diagonal angle on the opposite half of the table.

"Zhao, what a fast ball speed!"

Xie Mingyang's heart trembled slightly, and the disdainful smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The whole person became inexplicably nervous, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

Numbers jump.

The original sky blue instantly turned into an extremely eye-catching green.

"82 km/h."

Click!

The moment he saw the speed of the ball, Xie Mingyang seemed to hear something breaking.

The whole place was silent, as silent as death. Everyone stared at the speed on the screen in shock, and the expressions on their faces were extremely interesting.

The original boos turned into gasps of shock at this moment.

"Oh my god, the first shot has a speed of 82?"

"It's fake, right? Is the speedometer broken?"

"This speed can make it into the first team, right?"

Everyone at the scene was talking in low voices.

No one expected that the speed of the ball in this first "backdoor" shot would reach an astonishing "82Km/h".

Directly crushed Xie Mingyang's speed record.

No wonder they can use the back door, they are really capable!

Sudden.

An excited voice rang out: "Godfather, awesome (broken voice)!"

Following the voice, it was Zhang Jiahao.

But Zhang Jiahao's face was full of excitement, and he was dancing with joy, as if the speed of the ball was created by him.

While cheering, he did not forget to wipe his nose at Xie Mingyang with his eyebrows raised.

Xie Mingyang's face became even gloomier: "Chen Jin is measuring his speed, what do you mean by shouting and jumping here?"

"If you have the guts, go and break the record yourself!"

Xie Mingyang felt depressed.

Li Qian, who was standing next to the ball machine, looked back at the display screen and was also shocked.

"82 mph."

Li Qian took a deep breath, "This forehand backspin ability is unique even among the main players of the first team."

Is this the forehand that a sixteen-year-old boy should have?

He looked at Chen Jin with disbelief on his face, and was even more shocked by his childish face.

"Are you really only sixteen?"

Li Qian questioned.

"No."

Chen Jin shook his head.

"Oh?"

"I'm still a few months away from turning sixteen."

"Oh."

Li Qian thought to himself, I was not rigorous enough.

Back then, Xiaopang emerged at the age of sixteen as a table tennis genius.

The violence of the forehand shocked the world of table tennis.

After all, the body's functions have not yet reached their peak, so this is to be expected.

"Could it be that another table tennis genius is about to emerge?"

Li Qian took another deep breath.

"Coach Li."

Chen Jin then spoke up, "My hands were a little tight just now, and I didn't perform well. Can I try again?"

This statement came out.

The whole audience was shocked.

A bit tight?

Didn’t perform well?

Listen, do people say it?
Even with this, the ball can reach a speed of 82Km/h!
Let no one live anymore!
Every young man present is a table tennis genius selected from thousands, with a sense of pride in their bones.

however.

Today I finally realized what it means that there is always someone better than you.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

Li Qian's eyes widened: "You mean, you didn't play to your normal level in that ball just now?"

"may be."

Chen Jindao.

"..."

Li Qian gently placed his finger on the serve switch and looked up at Chen Jin. "Everyone has three chances. You still have two."

"it is good."

Chen Jin blew on the racket, wiped it with his hands a few times, and then leaned forward to stare at the ball, "I'm ready."

laugh!
Another backspin ball spurted out and headed straight for Chen Jin's forehand.

Chen Jin lowered his waist and led the racket.

"Snapped!"

The crisp and loud sound of the ball hitting the ground once again echoed throughout the room.

whoosh-

The ping-pong ball turned into a white afterimage and rushed towards the opposite half of the table.

The moment it touched the table, it flew up.

next second.

It hit the wall hard.

With a "crack", the ping-pong ball actually cracked.

Even so, after landing, it still made a strong "chi chi chi" sound of rotation.

The scene was completely silent. Everyone held their breath and looked at the TV screen at the same time.

"87 km/h!"

(End of this chapter)