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

Chapter 82 [082] Know Yourself and Know Your Enemy

0: 9.

Looking at the scoreboard on the referee's table, Enrique's expression became increasingly ugly.

Throughout his career, he has been beaten by such humiliating scores before.

For example, in a recent team match, Hugo shaved his head.

But here's the thing.

Hugo is the pride of the entire Brazilian table tennis world!

The top ten god-level players in the world!

Although this young man in front of him is a player of the Chinese team, he is still unknown.

However, he never expected that he would still be beaten by his opponent without any resistance.

Even more aggrieved.

I lost these nine points because I never touched the ball except for serving and receiving.

The power of Chen Jin's sudden attack, the strength of its rotation, and the tricky landing points often exceeded his imagination.

Moreover, he was terrifyingly stable, like a Terminator. So far in the game, he hasn't made even a single unnecessary mistake.

Enrique's confidence gradually collapsed as Chen Jin continued to charge forward.

Ping-pong dream?

F**K!

Enrique didn't even dare to look back at his coach and bore the tremendous pressure alone.

When serving, I was visibly nervous, even the hand holding the racket was shaking.

In this game, whether serving or receiving, he has tried his best and made a lot of adjustments and changes.

But the gap in strength cannot be filled by on-the-spot changes.

No matter how he changes, he cannot escape the fate of being beaten by Chen Jin.

What happened to God being with me?

Where is the God-man?

"I'm tired. Hurry up and destroy it."

Enrique had a look of despair on his face, and he no longer had the ferocious drive he had at the beginning to fight, and his mentality began to become negative.

If his coach hadn't been staring at him expressionlessly from behind, he would have probably given up and admitted defeat, unwilling to continue suffering.

"Ugh--"

Enrique sighed to himself.

At this moment.

Since he was slow to serve, the referee had already issued a warning.

"OK, we've already lost, so let's just enjoy the game."

Enrique stomped his feet and served a short ball to the opponent's right half of the table.

The moment he served, he had already foreseen the outcome: "I'm going to get hit by the opponent's backhand again."

Knowing this, what else can he do?

Chen Jin's backhand twist is not only powerful and fast, but also has strong side spin, a strange arc, and the landing point is difficult to predict.

It's simply not something he can receive.

"Let it go."

Enrique had given up struggling and was too lazy to even run.

But, what I didn’t expect was.

This time, Chen Jin did not twist him, but chose to rub the board gently.

The arc of the ball landed right on Enrique's forehand.

This landing point, this arc... isn't this a perfect chance?

Logically speaking, someone as strong as Chen Jin would never allow himself to make such a low-level mistake.

But Enrique didn't think too much about it.

"Chance……"

"I waited for a whole game, and finally got this chance..."

Enrique's heart was filled with excitement.

I feel very excited.

Quickly turn sideways and draw the racket forward with force.

Then, a glance.

But Chen Jin subconsciously was about to reach out to catch the ball.

Just when he stretched out his hand halfway, he seemed to suddenly think of something and quickly retracted his hand.

9: 1.

Enrique was completely stunned. He looked down at his racket with disbelief written all over his face, as if he were dreaming. He muttered to himself, "I pulled it up... I actually won a point?"

however.

Enrique knew very well that with Chen Jin's strength, he could definitely pull the ball back as long as he wanted.

But Chen Jin didn't do that.

The reason is simple. "Handicap."

Enrique immediately reacted, "He deliberately let me score a point, not wanting to embarrass me too much."

Moreover, Chen Jin's acting skills have obviously improved a lot this time.

The reason why Chen Jin chose to give up points was, firstly, because he did hit too hard, and secondly, he was very confident that even if he gave up one point, Enrique would definitely not have a chance of turning the tables.

What's more, how could Enrique not see that he was giving away points?
Chen Jin's move of giving away points will only further undermine Enrique's confidence and completely destroy his fighting spirit.

Unsurprisingly.

Enrique had a good time with Chen Jin's next two serves.

11: 1.

Successfully won the first game.

"coach……"

Enrique returned to the sidelines with a frustrated look on his face.

"fine."

The coach patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's not that you are too weak, but that the opponent is too strong. It's not shameful to lose to the Chinese team."

But these words still couldn't comfort Enrique, who was extremely frustrated.

"Dorival and I are good friends. We can win back the loss here by 11:1 somewhere else..."

At this point, the coach suddenly thought of something and frowned, "No, it seems that other places won't work either, because the Chinese team can't get in at all."

And the other side.

Chen Jin put his left hand on his waist, took a banana, and chewed it slowly.

"Well played."

Li Qian laughed and said, "Looking at Enrique's expression, his mentality has been completely broken by you."

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded, "We can slow down the pace in the next round."

While talking.

His eyes turned.

But two or three figures appeared in the audience at this time.

One of them was Yuta Tanaka from the Neon Team.

"Are you coming to watch my game again?"

Chen Jin lowered his head and smiled.

The two are in the same 4/8 zone, and they are very likely to be opponents in the next game.

Yuta Tanaka came to watch the game at this time, and his intention was obvious.

After all, the two had never fought before.

Knowing yourself and your enemy will give you a better chance of winning.

"We were only less than ten minutes late, and the first game is over so quickly?"

Tanaka Yuta looked around, "What's the score of the first game?"

Unfortunately.

The level of the Lima event was too low, and there was no big screen showing the scores on site.

All we know is that Chen Jin is leading his opponent with a big score of 1:0.

"In less than ten minutes, we won the first game... It looks like we've won the game by a landslide."

Matsushima Terusora folded his arms across his chest, looking calm.

"Logically speaking, the players in the main competition should be much stronger than those in the qualifying round."

Tanaka Yuta frowned and said, "It was probably the first time we fought each other, so we were not familiar with each other, so we lost so quickly."

"maybe."

Matsushima Terusora looked into the field and said, "The second game has begun."

"what?"

"This Chinese teenager has a strong sideways charge and good footwork."

Tanaka Yuta smiled nonchalantly: "The forehand of a straight-blade is strong, but it's a pity that he only has a forehand."

After watching a few balls, Chen Jin's forehand and control of the table were indeed outstanding.

But his forehand almost entirely relied on footwork and sideways bursts, and his backhand hardly used any active force except for sticking to defense.

Tanaka Yuta keenly grasped this point, and suddenly it became clear in his mind: "It seems that this guy relied on his forehand to win the championship of the Chinese team."

"But, in today's table tennis world, the backhand is the king."

Tanaka Yuta sneered, "No matter how good your forehand is, you will only get beaten."

In the confrontation with the horizontal board, the backhand of the straight board is already at a disadvantage.

Finally discovering the opponent's weakness, Yuta Tanaka has even thought of a tactic for fighting against Chen Jin.

"Next time I meet this kid in a match, I will beat him completely with my backhand!"

Tanaka Yuta's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, "Straight blades are such backward things. They just rely on a little flexibility. They should have been swept into the trash can long ago."

(End of this chapter)