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

Chapter 76 [076] Something more terrible than losing

After packing up his things, Chen Jin left the stadium alone with his backpack.

There were no spectators in the venue, no applause or cheers.

There was no post-match interview.

Next door, Zhang Jiahao’s game has not yet ended.

From time to time, Zhang Jiahao's roar of "Cuo Le" could be heard.

Pass through the entrance and exit passage.

A figure was walking towards me, also carrying a backpack.

It was Xie Mingyang.

Xie Mingyang's match is after Chen Jin, and is also at table number one.

"Won?"

Thank you Mingyang for stopping.

"Won."

Chen Jin smiled.

"Less than twenty minutes."

Xie Mingyang said, "It saved me a lot of time."

"The opponent is not very strong."

Chen Jin smiled.

"You gave up points again in the first game?"

During the competition, Chen Jin once caught a glimpse of Xie Mingyang in the audience.

However, halfway through the second game, Xie Mingyang left the court to prepare for his next game.

"Ah."

Chen Jin scratched the tip of his nose. "Coach Wu once told me to be merciful when I can and not to hit too hard."

“It’s okay to give points to other people.”

Xie Mingyang took a half step forward and whispered, "Next time if you meet the Neon Team's Tanaka Yuta, try to beat them 11:0 instead of 11:1."

"why?"

Chen Jin was stunned for a moment.

Judging from Xie Mingyang's appearance, it seems that he has some deep hatred with Tanaka Yuta.

"I can tolerate it for the sake of living, but I cannot tolerate insulting Chinese martial arts."

"what?"

Without waiting for Chen Jin to react.

Xie Mingyang said something incomprehensible, raised his hand, and walked straight towards the stadium without looking back.

Return to the lounge.

Chen Jin took a shower and changed his clothes.

As soon as I came out of the bathroom, I saw Zhang Jiahao coming back after the game.

But Zhang Jiahao looked dejected, with drooping eyes and an ugly expression, like a defeated rooster.

Chen Jin's heart skipped a beat: "Did this kid lose unexpectedly?"

Logically speaking, the opponents in the qualifying rounds are not very strong.

With Zhang Jiahao's strength, as long as he plays steadily and steadily, advancing to the main competition will not be a problem at all.

But if he hadn't lost, why would Zhang Jiahao have this expression?

"Jiahao."

Chen Jin asked, "What's the situation of the game?"

"3:0, we won."

There was still no trace of joy on Zhang Jiahao's face.

Hearing this, Chen Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking Zhang Jiahao up and down, Chen Jin frowned slightly: "Why are you still looking so gloomy?"

"because……"

Zhang Jiahao raised his head and looked at Chen Jin seriously, "During the game, something happened that was more terrible than losing."

"what's up?"

Chen Jin asked curiously.

"I flipped a coin to guess who would go first, and I lost."

Zhang Jiahao was still upset about this matter, and even couldn't believe it, "Brother Jin, you know it."

"Although I have lost many competitions in my life, I have never lost in the game of rock-paper-scissors."

"But we lost in such a small country."

Zhang Jiahao was heartbroken, as if his virginity had been taken away by an 80-year-old woman. "I lost this game even though I won."

"Isn't this normal?"

Chen Jin smiled and said, "We are abroad, a million miles away from your ancestral graves. Your Zhang family ancestors are out of reach."

"Besides, this is under the jurisdiction of God, so it's not appropriate for the Jade Emperor to interfere."

Zhang Jiahao thought about it carefully and felt that what Chen Jin said made sense.

"Ma Dan."

Zhang Jiahao slapped his thigh fiercely, "Next time I go abroad to compete, I have to bring the ancestral tablets with me."

"It would be best if you could carry all the statues of the Jade Emperor and Zhang Tianshi on your back."

Chen Jin couldn't help but complain.

"Good suggestion."

Zhang Jiahao snapped his fingers and agreed with Chen Jin's idea. "Let's do this next time."

Chen Jin: "..."

Wait for Zhang Jiahao to come out of the shower.

The two sat in the lounge, each playing with their phones, waiting for Xie Mingyang to finish the game and go back to eat together.

Chen Jin continued to study Francesca's previous game videos.

After all, Francesca and Darko Jockey are the top and second seeds of this tournament.

They are also the favorites to win the championship. If Chen Jin wants to win the championship, he must overcome these two.

Just as he was watching intently.

Sudden.

Zhang Jiahao came over and said, "Brother Jin, what are you looking at? Good things should be shared, good brothers, never keep them to yourself."

“Is a video of two men sweating and fighting passionately in a gym considered good stuff?”

Chen Jin said casually.

"Two men? In a gym? A passionate fight? Holy shit holy shit..."

Zhang Jiahao immediately became excited, his whole body was thirsty, rubbing his palms, his eyes shining, "Let me have it..."

But when he saw it clearly, he lost all interest.

"Brother Jin, don't be too headline-grabbing!"

Zhang Jiahao curled his lips in dissatisfaction and moved back, "I'd better continue to browse my Weibo Douyin."

"Any news from the country?"

Chen Jin asked casually.

"Of course."

Zhang Jiahao asked, "Isn't the Macau Championship going to start next month?"

As soon as he heard the words "Macau Championship", Chen Jin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is there any change?"

"A few days ago, Ma Long, Fan Zhendong and Chen Meng all announced their withdrawal from the competition."

Zhang Jiahao lowered his head to play with his phone and didn't notice Chen Jin's strange expression. "Lin Gaoyuan, Lin Shidong and Chen Xingtong will be the replacements."

"Oh?"

Chen Jin remained calm, "Where's the wild card?"

“It has not been announced yet.”

While talking.

The sound of footsteps came.

Looking up, I saw Li Qian and Xie Mingyang walking towards me side by side.

Looking at the expressions of the two men, you already know the outcome of the game.

There was no suspense at all, Xie Mingyang also defeated his opponent 3:0.

“They all played pretty well.”

Li Qian praised, "We beat all opponents 3:0, showing the style of our Chinese team."

"However, be modest and keep working hard. There is another qualifying match in the afternoon. Try to... no, you must make it to tomorrow's main match."

"Are you confident?"

Zhang Jiahao rubbed his stomach and said with a bitter face: "I will have confidence only after I am full."

"You boy!"

Li Qian laughed and scolded.

"Has the afternoon schedule been arranged?"

Chen Jin is more concerned about this.

"Out."

Li Qian said, "Wait until Xie Mingyang finishes his shower, then we'll go back to the room and talk while we eat."

Half an hour later, the four returned to the room.

The team's physical trainer had already prepared meals for them.

Zhang Jiahao was already starving, so he picked up a plate of seafood fried rice without any hesitation and started to show off.

"Why is there no marinated raw fish today?"

Zhang Jiahao spoke unclearly while chewing fried rice.

"The cafeteria isn't open today, what can I do?"

The physical trainer said helplessly.

He looked at Zhang Jiahao eating like a wolf and stuffed the food into his mouth regardless of whether it was good or bad.

Chen Jin held his forehead and sighed.

"Teacher Li."

Chen Jin turned to look at Li Qian, "What's the schedule?"

"Oh, yes, yes."

Li Qian seemed to have just remembered, and while taking out his cell phone, he threatened Zhang Jiahao, "Leave some fried beef for me."

He pulled out a match schedule from his phone, enlarged it, and placed it on the table.

"The second qualifying round will start at 2:30 pm, and the winner will go directly to the main competition, so everyone should not take it lightly."

According to the schedule.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Zhang Jiahao and Xie Mingyang started fighting at the same time.

However, Zhang Jiahao was at table number one, and his opponent was Gustavo TSUBOI, a Brazilian player of Asian descent.

Xie Mingyang was at table number two, and his opponent was a Peruvian player named Jose PERALES.

Chen Jin was scheduled to play in the last game, which started at 4:15, at table number two.

The opponent is Carlos BLANCO, also a local player, a sixteen-year-old youngster.

"I'm the first one again?"

Zhang Jiahao picked up a piece of beef and said viciously, "I suspect there is something fishy going on."

"Bullshit."

Li Qian took the chopsticks and searched for a long time in the plate with only the ingredients and soup left, "Where's my beef?"

He looked at Zhang Jiahao with burning eyes and swallowed.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiahao quickly stuffed the last piece of beef into his mouth, chewed it with big mouthfuls, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

　First of all, thank you all for your rewards, monthly tickets, recommendations and comments!

　　I have been studying the matches of my real opponents in Lima these days so that I can write about them in a way that is more in line with their playing styles. Of course, the character of the opponent can only be played as he pleases.

　　Secondly, tomorrow's follow-up reading is crucial!!! I beg you to read till the end!!! Sports literature is a niche genre, and table tennis literature is even a niche among the niches. Whether this book can go higher depends on you.

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