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

Chapter 78 [078] It’s all my fault for this damn touch (Please read on!)
11: 5.

11: 3.

11: 2.

The three games lasted just twenty minutes, with the score 3:0. Xie Mingyang shut out his opponent and finished the game at the speed of light.

As Chen Jin judged before the game, Jose's forehand backspin is indeed quite good.

Unfortunately, there is not enough power and rotation.

It was impossible to cause any substantial impact or harm to Xie Mingyang.

To know.

Xie Mingyang is a man who has been tempered by Chen Jin's forehand explosive charge.

Compared with Chen Jin's forehand explosive attack, Jose's forehand pull was a real pull, and Xie Mingyang could easily pull it back.

more importantly.

Jose couldn't stop Xie Mingyang's extra-spin loop ball, which was so powerful and explosive.

Whether it is a forehand pull or a backhand tear, Xie Mingyang's strength is enough to crush his opponent.

The first inning ended and it was time to take a break.

Chen Jin handed a bottle of water to Xie Mingyang and said with a wry smile: "It seems to make no difference whether there is an off-court coach like me or not."

"It's better to be prepared."

Xie Mingyang glanced at Jose who was not far away and frowned, "I didn't expect that the gap between the two U16 national champions would be so big."

"..."

Chen Jin heard some resentment in Xie Mingyang's words.

Sure enough, it was directed at me!
Winning this game means that Xie Mingyang successfully advanced to the main competition.

"It's too easy, it's boring."

Xie Mingyang blew on the racket and wiped it while saying, "I hope tomorrow's opponent will be a little stronger."

His opponent in the qualifying round was so weak that he felt like “you fell down before I even started to exert my strength”.

Especially Jose, the Peruvian U16 national champion.

He had originally intended to give it his all, but he didn't expect to be so vulnerable.

Chen Jin smiled and didn't say anything.

He immediately went to the training ground with Xie Mingyang.

Warm up with sparring.

Shortly after.

Li Qian and Zhang Jiahao also appeared in the training ground.

From a distance, Zhang Jiahao looked very happy and made a scissors sign to Chen Jin.

Don't ask, I'm sure I'll win.

"Brother Jin, you are the only one missing now."

Zhang Jiahao said with a smile, "Don't let this be a surprise at the last minute."

Without waiting for Chen Jin to speak, Li Qian spat on the ground a few times: "Pooh, pooh, pooh, Lima has no rain all year round and it's like spring all year round, how could it be a surprise!"

"Besides, if you make it to tomorrow's finals, you'll only be in the top 32. If you don't even make it to the top 32, how can you call it an upset?"

Teacher Li, what’s going on?

It's been so long since the Paris Olympics, why is there still such a strong obsession on your face?
Chen Jin smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I will try not to hold you back."

Four fifteen.

The match between Chen Jin and Carlos BLANCO started on time.

Before the game.

Communication on the sidelines.

Li Qian said to Chen Jin, "Just fight as hard as you can. Don't worry about anything. I won't say anything else. Just give me plenty of water and bananas."

Other coaches provide off-field coaching to arrange tactics.

You're here to help me with logistics?

Chen Jin complained in his heart.

"Are your shoulders sore? Is your mouth dry?"

Li Qian stretched out his hand, "Come here, come here, I have excellent massage skills."

"Coach Li, what about the tactics?"

"Be proactive, adjust your pace, and open up the landing point."

"Gone?"

"what."

It’s the same as not saying anything. What use do I have for you?

Chen Jin rolled his eyes.

However, to be honest, Coach Li Qian’s massage skills are really good.

At the referee's instruction.

Both parties enter.

The Peruvian boy named Carlos grinned at Chen Jin and said in very broken Chinese: "Nihao..."

"Hello."

Chen Jin smiled in return.

"Ma...nong..."

Carlos' face was filled with excitement.

"what?"

Chen Jin was stunned and didn't understand.

But Carlos picked up his own racket, handed the end of the handle to Chen Jin, and excitedly pointed at the photo on it.

"Ma Nong...Ma Nong..."

Carlos was still excited, his eyes sparkling. Chen Jin took a look and suddenly realized: "Ma Long."

"Yeah."

Carlos pointed at the handle and patted his chest, "Ma Nong, My Idol."

Idol?

Even though Chen Jin didn't understand, he could tell from Carlos' expression that this tall and thin Peruvian boy liked Ma Taki very much.

"me too."

Chen Jin smiled slightly.

After just a few words of communication, the two foreign teenagers who had never met each other before suddenly felt a little closer.

"Carlos BLANCO, Peru."

"Chen Jin, China."

The two smiled at each other and held hands tightly.

of course.

There are no fathers and sons on the field.

Chen Jin will not be merciful because of this.

On the field, giving your all is the greatest respect for your opponent.

Warm up with sparring.

Chen Jin had already discovered that Carlos' forehand defense was almost exactly the same as Xie Mingyang's previous opponent Jose.

The wrist pats the head, habitually tilting it upward.

Moreover, whether it is forehand pull or backhand tear, he is far inferior to Jose.

From this moment on, the game was almost over.

Let alone Chen Jin.

Even Xie Mingyang, who was watching the game in the audience, noticed this problem.

"The head of this racket is almost up in the air, how can it stop Chen Jin's loop?"

Xie Mingyang shook his head.

"PiPi~"

Zhang Jiahao, who was sitting between Xie Mingyang and others, suddenly nodded at him, indicating that he should look to the front right.

"what happened?"

Xie Mingyang frowned and turned his head to look.

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"It's them again?"

But Matsushima Terusora and Tanaka Yuta from the Neon team came to watch Chen Jin's game again.

However, this time the distance was too far and I couldn't hear their conversation.

"Team Neon."

Zhang Jiahao leaned towards Xie Mingyang and lowered his voice, "They don't have a match, why are they here instead of training?"

"What do you think?"

Xie Mingyang did not answer but asked instead.

"Watch Jin's game and find his flaws."

Zhang Jiahao said angrily.

"Chen Jin won the championship of the trials. The Neon team may have received the news a long time ago."

Xie Mingyang said, "The champion of the trials is also a champion. If they beat Chen Jin, they will have defeated the champion of the Chinese team. With the style of the Neon team, they will definitely publicize it and hype it up after they return."

"Damn it, we have to get them."

Zhang Jiahao gritted his teeth and said, "Xie Mingyang, no matter how big the conflict between us is, it is an internal conflict. Before we meet, we must be united in facing the outside world."

"I did not mean."

Xie Mingyang said calmly, "I have no conflict with you. I will never have any conflict with a defeated general."

"you--"

Zhang Jiahao suppressed his anger and said, "Okay, it's decided then."

"When we meet the Neon Team, whoever loses to them will be a puppy."

Xie Mingyang turned his head and looked at him: "It's a deal."

On the playing field.

The gap in strength between Chen Jin and Carlos is too big.

In fact, throughout the entire game, he didn't even exert much strength, and just relying on the control on the table, he beat his opponent 11:0.

In the last ball of the last game, Chen Jin originally wanted to be loose and casual, but he didn't want to appear too deliberate, so he pulled the ball under the table to the opponent's left.

But unexpectedly, the ball accidentally went onto the stage and went around the net and through the net.

Three games 11:0.

Carlos didn't score a single point.

After the game, Chen Jin looked at Carlos, who had a frustrated face, and felt extremely guilty.

Back to the sidelines.

Even Li Qian couldn't help but complain: "What's going on? You're hitting me so hard? Didn't we agree to give up one point in the last round?"

"I want to let you come."

Chen Jin smiled bitterly, "It's all my fault for this damn touch."

He was smiling at people before the game, and then turned around and beat them 33-0... Fortunately, there were no reporters at the scene, otherwise it would be too embarrassing if the report got out.

But, no matter what.

Chen, Jin and the other two all successfully advanced to tomorrow's main competition.

(End of this chapter)