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

Chapter 74 [074] Chen Jin VS Asan Ge, what kind of backhand is this?
Inside the competition venue, table number one.

After a few backhand exchanges with Asan Ge, Chen Jin already had an idea in his mind.

The whole person suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Practice is over.

Chen Jin walked to the sidelines, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his hands.

Then, return to the table.

Take a deep breath.

Bend your legs slightly and lower your body.

His sharp eyes, like an eagle's, stared at the other person closely.

Seeing that Chen Jin was ready to receive the serve, Asan threw the ball high.

It was a regular short serve down the middle.

It was obvious that with the first ball, Asan was trying to test the strength of his opponent.

This was his first time fighting with Chen Jin.

At the same time, it was also his first time to play against players from the Chinese team.

Looking at the world table tennis arena, everyone knows that the Chinese team is the undisputed leader.

Although the other party was just a teenager, the pressure in San Ge's heart was still as heavy as Mount Sumeru.

Chen Jin is already familiar with this kind of serve.

He took a step forward and made a light move, missing the opponent's half-step.

Asan Ge was not vague either. He immediately stepped back and turned sideways, twisting his waist and making a high lob, which landed on Chen Jin's backhand.

however.

His high lift relies almost entirely on the friction of his forearms, and the rotation is weak.

The arc is also unsatisfactory.

"As expected, San-ge isn't very good at using his fingers and wrists."

From the forehand framework during the practice just now, Chen Jin had already guessed the shortcomings of Asan Ge's playing style.

And this lob completely confirmed his guess.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin showed no mercy and fired a backhand shot.

But I hear the sound but don't see its shadow.

Before Asan Ge could even react, the ball had already hit his backhand half of the table and flew out like lightning with a whoosh.

"Ball, what about begging?"

Brother San looked around with a confused look on his face.

There was no way. His recovery action after the high lob was too slow, and Chen Jin's shot was too fast, resulting in him not seeing the ball at all.

We don’t even know who will win or lose.

Turning his head, he looked at the referee.

But the referee had already raised his hand and awarded Chen Jin the point.

Asan Ge spread his hands, completely stunned.

No, the opponent scored now?

I haven't seen the ball yet!

Where did the ball go?

When Asan turned around, he found that the ping-pong ball had already flown far away.

It landed on the baffle behind him and continued to spin.

After running to pick up the ball, Brother San came back and looked at the boy standing opposite him with some shock.

"Is this the strength of the legendary Bo Xun Chinese team?"

"You hit me so hard that I couldn't even find the ball?"

Before this, Asan Ge had never played against Chinese players.

But I have always heard about the terrifying strength of the Chinese team, like the existence of the great devil Pozun.

And now, a young boy from the Chinese team actually has such skills.

Finally he got to see it.

"No no no."

Ah San shook his head and suppressed his messy thoughts. "It's just the first ball. I still have a good chance."

Think of this.

I shouted twice to cheer myself up.

0: 1.

Asan Ge continued to serve, still to the side of the middle.

After serving the ball, take a glance.

But Chen Jin took a step forward, lowered his waist, bent his elbows, and bent his wrists inward.

"Want to screw me?"

Brother San retreated to the stage in a hurry.

But, unexpectedly, Chen Jin just made a twisting and pulling motion.

When Asan Ge retreated to the stage, he suddenly changed his tactics and made a short move.

"F**K!"

Brother San felt angry as if he was being teased, and he kicked his feet, wanting to rush forward to save the ball.

Unfortunately, the second startup is too slow.

In addition, Chen Jin's control of his hands was superb.

He just did two jumps but couldn't get out of the stage.

Even the backspin is strong and there are signs of rebound in the second jump.

2: 0.

Chen Jin took the ball.

A short ball from the side falls into the opponent's forehand.

Brother San took a short step forward.

However, he underestimated the spin of Chen Jin's ball.

The return ball went into the net.

3: 0.

The loss was so fast that it took less than two minutes in total.

Asan Ge’s brows furrowed even more tightly, he lowered his head to look at the board, shook his head and wiped the sweat off his face.

"hey-hey--"

"Keep your eyes on the ball!"

Brother San forced himself to be more focused.

Seeing the opponent turning his waist and leading the racket, it was obviously another forehand sideways shot.

This time, Brother San predicted it in advance and was finally prepared.

When swinging short, give your hands more friction.

"wrong!"

Ah San Ge's face suddenly changed, and he cursed in his heart, "The rotation is not strong, it's a weak one."

Looking at the way Chen Jin hit the ball, he thought that, like the previous ball, this ball would have a strong backspin.

The return ball went high.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin suddenly jumped up, flew forward, and made a backhand diagonal shot.

It's powerful and fast.

With Asan Ge's pace, he had no time to return to defense.

0: 4.

In just four balls, all in the first three boards, the battle ended quickly.

There is no chance of a stalemate at all.

Chen Jin fought in a relaxed and comfortable manner, with ease, and it felt like "you've already fallen down before I even exerted any strength."

in the audience.

Matsushima Terusora and Tanaka Yuta looked bored and shook their heads secretly.

"The difference in strength between these two people is too big, and we can't see anything at all."

Tanaka Yuta frowned.

"How can you not see it?"

Matsushima Terusora said, "Chen Jin's first three shots, whether it was receiving, serving, or overhand, the rotation, placement, and rhythm were all perfectly controlled."

"Look at his backhand shot and the flying shot just now. They don't look like something a 15 or 16-year-old boy can do."

"At least, I didn't have his skills two years ago."

At this time, Matsushima Terusora was only seventeen years old.

Three years ago, in 21, he won three championships in the U15 group of the Table Tennis World Youth Championships, including men's singles, men's doubles and mixed doubles.

Later, he won the men's singles championship in the WTT Youth Regular Challenge U19 in Władysławowo, U17 in Berlin and U17 in Panagyurishte.

In terms of strength, it is definitely not weak.

Otherwise, at such a young age, he would not have become a substitute player for the Neon team at the Paris Olympics.

Although it was only four goals, Matsushima Terusora still keenly saw that Chen Jin's strength should not be underestimated.

"Isn't it normal that the straight blade is stronger than the first three blades?"

Yuta Tanaka disagreed, "But once we enter a stalemate, the straight racket simply cannot withstand the horizontal racket."

"That's true."

Matsushima Terusora nodded and said, "But you have to be able to beat his first three shots."

"Isn't that simple?"

Tanaka Yuta sneered, "If it were me, I would just hit him a long ball, forcing him to take the lead and enter a stalemate..."

While talking.

It seemed that San Ge in the venue was in tune with Yuta Tanaka in the audience.

He also realized that he would never be able to beat Chen Jin in the first three boards.

"We must change our tactics!"

It was San's turn to serve.

So, he served a half-out move from Chen Jin's backhand position.

Then he waited in the backhand position, wanting to fight with Chen Jin in the backhand.

however.

Chen Jin didn't give him this opportunity at all.

Squat down and lower your arms.

When the ball starts to fall, push hard with your feet.

The power surged instantly.

The forearms, wrists, and fingers exert force instantly.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the transparent board was like a thunderclap in the sky.

The power, speed, rotation and arc are all enough to be breathtaking.

Not only the Indian brother across the street.

Even Matsushima Terusora and Tanaka Yuta, who were sitting in the audience with their legs crossed, sat up straight at once.

Especially Yuta Tanaka.

The last second, he was still fantasizing about how to fight with Chen Jin with a long ball.

But at this moment, Chen Jin's ball was like a sharp knife, instantly cutting his throat.

I was stunned and speechless for a long time.

"What kind of backhand is this?!"

　Sorry for the late update, mainly because I watched the men's team finals of the National Championships.

　　Damang came back from 2-0 down to beat Xu Yingbin.

　　Although the python's forehand and backhand were a bit weak in the first and second games due to injuries and lack of systematic training for a long time, but starting from the third game, the rhythm, control, rotation... really showed the characteristics of the straight blade to the fullest, the feel was invincible, and the viewing experience was extremely high!
　　Finally, please read on!
　　
　
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