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

Chapter 85 [085] Reaching the Round of is considered a success? This goal is too low

A best-of-five table tennis match, including pauses and breaks, takes about half an hour on average.

But Zhang Jiahao didn't come back from the game until nearly six o'clock.

At this time, Xie Mingyang had already started packing up and preparing to go to the stadium.

The only explanation for this situation is that Zhang Jiahao encountered a tough opponent.

"It looks like this match for Jiahao is a bit dangerous."

Chen Jin was secretly worried.

Compared with championships and Grand Slams, the level of the Lima station is not high, and it is most suitable for young players to train.

But if you can't even make it to the top 32 of this level of competition, I'm afraid your chances will become fewer and fewer, and you'll eventually be eliminated completely.

"It's six o'clock."

Xie Mingyang glanced at the time and said, "I'll go to the stadium to prepare first."

"OK."

Chen Jin nodded, "Jiahao and I will go to watch your game and cheer you on."

"Ah."

Xie Mingyang left not long ago.

But Zhang Jiahao finally appeared at the training ground, dragging his tired body and looking a little depressed.

"Brother Jin!"

As soon as he saw Chen Jin, Zhang Jiahao rushed over as if he had seen his own nanny. He hugged her tightly and cried a little, "Wuwuwu..."

Lost? !
Chen Jin's heart sank and he sighed.

"fine."

Gently patting Zhang Jiahao on the back, Chen Jin comforted him, "Victory and defeat are common in the military..."

"Brother Jin, I, I..."

Zhang Jiahao's eyes were filled with tears and he looked aggrieved. "I almost lost just now. I was scared to death."

As he said this, he blew his nose, and the dog acted sneakily and wanted to rub against Chen Jin.

"Depend on!"

Chen Jin pushed him away fiercely, "Aren't you wasting my expression?"

"Even after winning, you still look like you're dying. You deserve to be beaten."

I could hear the displeasure in Chen Jin's tone.

Zhang Jiahao hurriedly tried to make amends, emphasizing, "I almost lost."

“Almost losing is also winning.”

Chen Jin glared at him.

While talking.

Li Qian came over from the toilet, shook off the water on his hands, and said with a wry smile: "Zhang Jiahao's victory in this game was so thrilling that I almost thought I was giving Liang Jingkun off-court guidance. It was so heart-breaking."

"what's going on?"

But seeing that Li Qian still had a lingering fear on his face, Chen Jin was surprised.

"Brother Jin, you know what? In the first two games, I rode the wind and waves, cut through the thorns and thorns, and took the game by force and plunder. I won easily. I thought I had already won, so I let my guard down."

Zhang Jiahao said, "But I never expected that in the last two games, that guy was like a gunpowder, he was so fierce that he tied the score to 2-2."

"We were about to lose 2-0 to 3-0. I was under so much pressure that I almost became a shooting warrior."

Others may not know, but Chen Jin knows very well that Zhang Jiahao, who had just joined the provincial team, suffered from severe pre-match stress disorder syndrome.

Specifically, as long as there is a competition the next day, I will definitely have diarrhea the night before.

This situation lasted for almost a year.

Later, in order to overcome this problem, Chen Jin took Zhang Jiahao to play many points competitions together.

Things gradually got better.

But if the game is too intense, the old problem will recur.

But it was not before the game, but after the game.

"No wonder this kid came back so late, it turns out his old illness has come back."

Chen Jin smiled in his heart.

And Zhang Jiahao's tired and listless appearance just now was probably due to diarrhea.

Zhang Jiahao continued, "In the last round, the score between us was still very close, and in the end it was tied at 10-10."

"Brother Jin, guess how I won in the end?"

Chen Jin shook his head.

"I hit two dead nets in a row and won the match with a lucky shot."

Xie Mingyang grinned, with a smug look on his face.

The crucial match point in the deciding game was decided by two lucky goals.

It is conceivable that the opponent was very unwilling to lose.

As soon as the game was over, the opponent turned into a "throwing axe warrior" and threw his racket hard, almost hitting Zhang Jiahao. Originally, Zhang Jiahao was full of apologies.

After being treated like this by the opponent, the guilt in my heart disappeared in an instant.

"You won the game by a lucky shot?"

Chen Jin laughed and said, "I guess your ancestors are afraid of having their graves dug up."

Zhang Jiahao was stunned for a moment.

Only then did I remember that this seemed to be true: "Could it be that my Zhang family's ancestors were really so powerful?"

At this moment.

Li Qian suddenly asked, "Where is Xie Mingyang?"

"Go to the stadium to prepare."

Chen Jindao.

"grass!"

Li Qian's expression changed slightly, "I almost forgot there is another game."

Without even taking a rest to calm his heart, he rushed to the stadium.

Chen Jin waited until Zhang Jiahao took a shower and changed his clothes before the two of them went to watch the game together.

Xie Mingyang's opponent in this match is Santiago URIBE, a local Peruvian player.

When Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao came to the audience, Xie Mingyang was at 11:3 and won the first game.

Putting down the racket and picking up the towel, Xie Mingyang turned and walked to the sidelines, where he happened to meet the eyes of Chen Jin in the distance.

Xie Mingyang didn't say anything, but just made an OK gesture to Chen Jin.

"What does the surname Xie mean?"

Zhang Jiahao frowned, "Are you showing off to us?"

"He said that if we win the game 3-0, we won't have to wait too long."

Chen Jin smiled slightly.

“Isn’t this an OK?”

Zhang Jiahao said, "Brother Jin, are you over-interpreting it?"

The results of the game proved that Chen Jin did not over-interpret it.

In less than twenty minutes.

Xie Mingyang swept his opponent with a big score of 3:0 and clocked out at the speed of light.

"There is a problem. A big problem."

Zhang Jiahao crossed his arms across his chest with a serious expression.

"what is the problem?"

Chen Jinqi said.

"Brother Jin, when did you hook up with Xie?"

Zhang Jiahao looked at Chen Jin with resentment, "You are still right under my nose, treating me like a minotaur?"

"Didn't you say before that you like this kind of exciting plot the most?"

Chen Jin smiled and said, "Now you finally get what you want, you should kill the chicken to pay tribute to the gods."

"cut!"

Zhang Jiahao curled his lips and said, "Who the hell would put themselves in the shoes of the Minotaur when seeing this kind of plot?"

Jokes are jokes.

With Xie Mingyang successfully winning the game.

All three members of the men’s team made it to the round of 16.

Li Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Leading a group of young players who had no experience in major competitions, they traveled across the ocean and thousands of miles to the other side to participate in the competition.

For Li Qian, it was also a huge pressure.

After all, Chen Jin and others all came out of this national table tennis selection tournament, and the higher-ups attached great importance to them.

If I fail to lead the team to achieve good results, I dare not even imagine the criticism I would face when I return.

Before leaving, the national table tennis team's head coach Li Suo called Li Qian to his home for a talk.

"It is unrealistic to expect a group of young players, who are only 15 or 16 years old and have no experience in major competitions, to achieve good results in such a competition."

Li Suo comforted Li Qian, "So, Qian'er, I'm not saying this as your uncle, but you don't have to be too nervous when you go to Lima. As long as they can all make it to the top 16, it will be considered a success."

And now, Chen Jin and the other two have all successfully made it into the top sixteen.

Li Qian also completed the mission of this trip.

The whole person suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

"Top 16? It seems like this goal is a bit low."

After watching the match between Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang, who almost won by a crushing margin, Li Qian couldn't help but feel a little agitated. "I don't dare to think about the championship or runner-up, but I might be able to make it to the quarterfinals or even the semifinals."

(End of this chapter)