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

Chapter 75 [075] How could there be such poor acting skills in the world?

5: 0.

Brother San put his left hand on his waist and looked helplessly at Chen Jin, who was sitting opposite him and looking calm and composed.

In fact, he had controlled the arc and landing point of this half-out-of-table serve quite well.

It's just because of the fingers and wrists that there is insufficient friction and the backward rotation is weak.

Even so, if it were another player, such as Yuta Tanaka, to be safe, he would definitely make a high shot and engage in a backhand fight with the opponent.

Then, in the stalemate, either change the line or increase the force to penetrate the opponent and seek an opportunity to win.

However, the method Chen Jin adopted was the riskiest and most violent.

Backhand rip!

With absolute strength, he tore apart Asan's attempt to engage in a stalemate.

Five balls, just five balls, no one ball can last more than five rounds.

Not to mention a stalemate.

Asan Ge’s playing experience is extremely bad.

I even had the urge to smash the racket.

Just go home and feed the pigs!

however.

Brother San finally calmed down.

He and his coach traveled thousands of miles from India to Lima to participate in the competition for the sake of their passion.

No matter what the final result is or how you play, if you win you will make a lot of money, and if you lose it is just because you are not as skilled as others.

Isn’t it a blessing to be able to meet real table tennis masters and realize the gap in your own strength?
At worst, just treat it as a trip and see the world.

Thinking of this way, Brother San's mentality finally calmed down a lot.

"When facing the Chinese team, we can't be stubborn and must change our tactics."

"Try a different serve first."

Asan Ge quickly thought out the tactics for the next serve.

Toss the ball.

Brother San shook his racket twice and served the ball with a pendulum-like reverse rotation.

"Just spin in the opposite direction, why are you shaking the racket, brother San?"

"Accumulate power or practice?"

Whether it is serving or pulling the ball, the most taboo is unnecessary movements, which will lead to unfocused force.

Chen Jin complained in his heart, but there was no hindrance in his hands and feet.

With a gentle backhand rub, the ping-pong ball flew smoothly to the opponent's left half of the table.

"The opportunity came."

Brother San was excited and hit the board with his backhand.

This power, this rotation, this landing point... isn't this just asking for trouble?

After playing so many games, this was the first time that Chen Jin felt sorry for himself.

But he knew it very well in his heart.

Competitive sports are like a battlefield, just like going into battle to kill the enemy.

Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin acted decisively, facing the incoming ball, he shot it straight with his backhand.

Like thunder, like a landslide.

Whether in terms of speed or strength, he is incomparable to Brother San.

Brother San could only sigh in despair.

The state of mind that had just calmed down collapsed in an instant like a tall building collapsing.

What grudge or hatred is there? Why do you have to be so cruel?

Brother San looked resentful.

The key is, not only can you not touch the ball, you also have to run to pick it up.

In a nutshell, it’s frustrating!

Fortunately, Ah San Ge's ability to adjust himself is quite strong: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm here to play a game. It's my honor to meet such a master and fight with him."

"DANI Mudit, fighting!"

Next ball.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin rushed sideways.

The ping-pong ball, carrying with it terrifying force and intense rotation, was like an enraged divine bull, unstoppable, and rushed towards Asan Ge.

"So fierce?"

Brother San originally wanted to put his hand out to block it.

But I saw that the ball was coming towards me with great force.

It is hard to imagine how painful it would be if it hit the body.

Brother San was so scared that he quickly twisted his waist and turned to avoid it.

Looking back, I saw the ping-pong ball hit the advertising board behind me, leaving a shallow mark on the board, and then the ball bounced back quickly. You can imagine how terrifying the power of this ball is.

Ah San was shocked: "Fortunately I hid quickly..."

The young man in front of me seems to be the reincarnation of Mara!

Can't beat it!
Really can't beat it!
Asan Ge's mentality was once again broken by Chen Jin's explosive attack.

But soon, he began to comfort himself again.

It was as if I had drunk a bowl of Ganges water, and the whole person immediately became energetic.

Next ball.

My mentality was broken again by Chen Jin.

Continue to build up mental strength.

Destroy, build...

Destroy it again, and rebuild it again...

In less than ten minutes, Asan's mentality was repeatedly trampled upon.

The score came to 10:0.

"The first game is finally coming to an end..."

Ah San was so moved that he wanted to cry, "Finally I can take a breath."

It's Chen Jin's turn to score.

Looking at the Indian brother opposite him who had already been defeated by him, Chen Jin's heart softened.

"Well, let's give it a point."

Toss the ball high.

Chen Jin turned his waist and swung the racket, deliberately missing the target and letting the ping-pong ball fall freely to the ground.

In order to take care of the other party's self-esteem, Chen Jin pretended to be confused and bewildered, looking left and right, looking for the ball everywhere.

"what?"

"Where's the ball?"

Chen Jin thought that his ability to give away points was much better than Zhang Yining's.

Enough to be included in the Beijing Film Academy acting textbook!
however.

In the eyes of Asan Ge.

"How can there be such poor acting skills in the world?"

Ah San smiled bitterly, "Brother, you are welcome to come to our Bollywood to exchange and learn."

Knowing that Chen Jin was letting the ball go on purpose, San Ge reciprocated the favor.

When the opponent served next time, he received the ball carelessly and sent it directly into the net.

11: 1.

Without a doubt, Chen Jin won easily and took the first game.

Brother San had a blank expression on his face. He put down his racket and walked silently to the sidelines.

After watching the game between the two, Asan Ge’s coach was also very clear that the gap in strength was too big and no tactics would be useful.

Patting Asan's shoulder, the coach said solemnly: "DANI, may Surya give you the power of the sun to dispel the haze in your heart."

"You have to understand that losing to the Chinese team is not a shameful thing."

"DANI, you need to be like our great mother, the Ganges. Learn her strength and understand her calmness."

"Pull yourself together and, like Indra, complete your mission and fight."

At this time, the coach really didn't know how to comfort San Ge except to feed him a lot of chicken soup in the name of God.

Fortunately, Brother San is simple by nature and was greatly encouraged.

As if he had been injected with chicken blood, Ah San clenched his fists and immediately became full of fighting spirit: "The God of War Indra is with me."

Next game.

Compared with Brother San, Chen Jin's performance is more like that of a god of war himself.

Almost all of them ended the battle in the first three boards, as if they were in a hurry to punch out and leave work, without giving San Ge a chance to get started.

There was not a single unnecessary mistake throughout the entire game, it was incredibly stable.

The second game, 11:0.

Third game, 11:1.

Chen Jin easily crushed and eliminated Asan Ge, successfully advancing to the next round of qualifying.

"Yuta-kun, after watching Chen Jin's match, what do you think now?"

Matsushima Terusora looked at Tanaka Yuta.

"It's not that Chen Jin is too strong, but that his opponent is too weak."

Tanaka Yuta snorted coldly and said with some disdain, "This Indian guy is really useless. His forehand is weak and his backhand is not good... If I go up, I can still beat him."

His confidence comes from his strength and his glorious record of defeating the world's number one player 3:2.

"Yuta-kun, you..."

Matsushima Terusora shook his head and smiled bitterly, "When will you admit the other party's strength?"

"Let's wait until he passes the qualifying round."

Yuta Tanaka stood up, pulled up his trousers, glanced at Chen Jin, and left the audience.

(End of this chapter)