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

Chapter 8 [008] Backhand Solo
After a brief silence.

A burst of rapid breathing sounded at the scene like a windmill.

An expression of disbelief and shock hung over everyone's face.

Everyone stared at the display screen in a daze, their hearts filled with shock.

"87..."

Li Qian was a little absent-minded, muttering, "There don't seem to be many players with such a terrifying forehand, even among the main players in the team."

Xiaopang, Dragon Team, Big Head, Dapang... there are only a few of them.

more importantly.

This is the speed of the ball thrown by a boy who is not even sixteen years old!
Even Xiaopang, who was known as a genius, did not have such data when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, although his forehand was violent.

It is hard to imagine how terrifying his forehand will be when this young man joins the national team, undergoes systematic physical training, and his physical functions gradually reach their peak.

"genius!"

"Absolute genius!"

"For at least two more Olympic cycles, the Chinese national table tennis team will no longer have to worry about a lack of successors."

Li Qian couldn't help but get excited, as if he had discovered a new world.

And the other side.

Xie Mingyang looked at the ball speed displayed on the display screen, which was as high as 87 km/h.

He was stunned for a moment, and stood there dumbfounded.

Is this the forehand power that a 15 or 16-year-old boy should have?
Xie Mingyang even suspected that Chen Jin was clearly lying about his age.

Or maybe... the speedometer is broken?

but,
He knew very well that there was no such coincidence in the world.

When so many people were testing it, the speed meter was not broken, but it broke when Chen Jin was testing it.

Things like lying about age and the speedometer being broken are just excuses to comfort yourself.

“Only the weak will find excuses for themselves all over the world.”

Xie Mingyang gritted his teeth secretly, "Chen Jin plays with a straight blade, and the forehand of a straight blade is inherently more advantageous than a horizontal blade."

"Moreover, the high quality of the single board can only mean that the opponent's upper limit is relatively high."

"But in competitive sports, what matters is comprehensive strength, not a single outstanding ability."

Thinking of this, Xie Mingyang finally regained some confidence.

Although he still felt a little unwilling in his heart, he had to admit that his forehand backspin ability was not as good as Chen Jin's. This was a fait accompli and was obvious to all.

At this moment.

Zhang Jiahao suddenly shouted loudly: "Brother Jin, do another fall and charge."

"it is good."

Chen Jin responded.

Hold the racket, bend your body, get into position, and make all the warm-up moves.

"Are you coming again?"

Li Qian was stunned for a moment.

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded, "I want to test my limits."

"You mean..."

Li Qian took a deep breath, "Isn't 87km/h your limit?"

"Maybe."

Chen Jin said, "So we have to give it a try."

But Chen Jin's expression was obviously much more serious than the previous two times.

Li Qian's heart sank.

Having been a coach for the national table tennis team for several years, I have met many talented young players in the table tennis world.

However, it was the first time he had seen eyes filled with murderous intent like Chen Jin's, like a tiger or wolf patiently lurking in the grass ready to pounce at any time.

Hey, this is just a test, is there any need to be so murderous?

but.

Li Qian was also very curious about the limit of the young man in front of him.

“I tee off.”

As he spoke, Li Qian pressed the switch.

The third ping-pong ball flew out of the serving machine.

Watch for the right moment.

The control of the hitting point is perfect.

Chen Jin swung his racket, instantly mobilizing all his body's strength and rushed to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The sound is like thunder and faster than lightning.

Everyone at the scene, without any prior agreement, stared at the display screen intently and nervously.

in a blink.

The numbers flashed.

"91 km/h."

Wow!
Shocked cries resounded throughout the venue like a tide. Everyone was completely stunned.

"Zhao, is this the speed a human can hit?"

"Is the forehand of a straight-blade so explosive? Fuck, if I had known earlier, I would have switched to a straight-blade too."

"The key is people, it's people, okay."

"Damn, this forehand quality, even if we ask Dong Ge now, he may not be able to hit the ball at this speed."

"Invincible. I have to admit defeat."

……

Xie Mingyang bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes fixed on the display screen. Silence was better than words at this moment.

"Brother Jin, awesome!"

Zhang Jiahao was so excited that his voice broke.

at the same time.

Li Qian looked at the ball speed data displayed on the screen, opened his mouth wide, and said in disbelief: "Oh my God!"

Currently, the highest record for the Chinese national table tennis team's forehand backspin is Fan Zhendong's 97 km/h.

However, this is the forehand record set by Fan Zhendong during his peak period.

Moreover, no one has ever reached such a height before or since.

Not to mention 97, there is not even 90.

however.

Chen Jin fell to the ground and rushed forward, breaking through 90 directly.

Looking at the Chinese national table tennis team's forehand backspin record, it is second only to Fan Zhendong's 97Km/h.

"When this kid reaches his peak, breaking Xiao Pang's record won't be a matter of minutes, right?"

Li Qian became more and more expectant.

Taking a deep breath, Li Qian looked at Chen Jin and smiled with great appreciation: "Very good, our national table tennis team has a promising future."

This short sentence also contains expectations for Chen Jin.

At the same time, it also aroused the envy and jealousy of many people at the scene, and they felt sour in their hearts, as if someone had forced them to drink several lemons.

Especially Xie Mingyang.

The new champion of this Youth Championship.

"Everyone knows that the forehand of a straight-blade racket is inherently more advantageous than that of a horizontal racket."

Xie Mingyang looked unconvinced, "If you have the ability, let's compete in backhand."

"How about it? Do you dare?"

When he spoke, his eyebrows raised, and his expression and tone were full of provocation.

"Compared with whom?"

Chen Jin smiled indifferently, "With you?"

"good."

Xie Mingyang raised his chin, "Backhand solo, or backspin, three chances each."

"it is good."

Chen Jin smiled slightly and agreed readily without any hesitation.

So confident?

Seeing no sign of timidity from Chen Jin, Xie Mingyang frowned secretly.

Is this kid's backhand also very violent?

The thought flashed past.

He quickly rejected this idea himself: "No matter how violent the backhand of a straight blade can be, how violent can it be?"

Compared with the horizontal blade, the backhand of the straight blade is inherently at a disadvantage.

It takes more training for the straight-blade backhand to compete with the horizontal-blade backhand.

However, since the opponent's forehand is so exaggerated, he must have invested a lot of training.

If you focus on one thing and lose the other, the counter-gesture will inevitably be relatively weak.

This is also the reason why Xie Mingyang dared to stand up and propose a solo against Chen Jin.

Mind this.

Xie Mingyang said to Li Qian, "Coach Li, thank you for your help."

"fine."

Li Qian smiled.

After all, he also wanted to see the level of Chen Jin's backhand.

Adjusted the landing point of the ball machine.

"Which one of you two comes first?"

Li Qian asked.

"I'll go first."

Xie Mingyang walked to the table and glanced at Chen Jin, "You just finished your forehand, which consumed a lot of energy. Don't accuse me of bullying you later."

Chen Jin smiled and said nothing, but made a "please" gesture.

Then, he stood aside and watched quietly.

(End of this chapter)