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Chapter 87 [087] Mom, I finally touched the ball!

Chapter 87 [087] Mom, I finally touched the ball! (Updated)
0: 2.

Roy serves and Chen Jin receives the serve.

According to the doubles serving rules, there is no need to worry about the opponent stealing the straight ball.

Therefore, Chen Jin stood in the center line near the table, with his legs slightly bent, right front and left back, his body lowered, and his eyes fixed on the opponent's serve.

Li Linghan stood behind Chen Jin on the right, only one step away, ready to step forward and connect with the opponent's next shot at any time.

"Keep your eyes on the ball and don't panic."

Although they had already won two goals, Li Linghan was still a little nervous deep down.

It's different from serving the ball yourself.

Since it is impossible to predict the opponent's serve rotation and landing point in advance, Chen Jin's way of receiving the serve is also uncertain.

After Chen Jin receives the serve, it is bound to be Jaen's turn to shoot.

What if I fail to withstand Jaan's attack and end up losing the game? Wouldn't that be a burden to my teammates?

Thinking of this, Li Linghan became more and more nervous.

The palm holding the racket couldn't help but tighten a little.

Cold sweat broke out in my palms.

"boom!"

Roy stomps his feet and serves.

Short ball down the side.

The moment he served the ball, Roy retreated at an extremely fast speed.

With the experience of the previous ball, she retreated far away this time to avoid blocking Jain's hitting space again.

At the same time, Jain quickly filled the position.

At a glance, I saw Chen Jin's board shape, his wrist was slightly retracted, and it was obvious that he wanted to shake his wrist to rub the ball.

“This ball definitely spins.”

Jia En raised his eyebrows, and was even ready to come out halfway.

But, he overlooked one point.

Chen Jin is a straight board!
The straight-blade forehand has one more technique for handling balls on the table than the horizontal-blade forehand.

Forehand twist!
Not many people can master this technique, even if they are experts in straight-blade games.

Those who can use it in competitions are even rarer.

After all, compared with the backhand twist and pull.

It is difficult to use the strength of the waist and abdomen when twisting and pulling with the forehand.

It's almost purely done by fingers and wrists.

In terms of power and speed, the forehand twist is definitely far inferior to the backhand.

But when it comes to surprise, the forehand twist can often achieve unexpected results.

For example, this ball in front of us.

According to Jain's prediction, he thought it was a strong backspin half-out.

He lowered his waist and led the racket, intending to hit a high lob.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin actually used the forehand twist.

Although the power is not great and the speed is not fast, the arc is low and the rotation is particularly strong.

Moreover, it rotates in the opposite direction.

The control of the landing point is quite perfect, it is another big corner at the bottom line of the right half of the table.

"what?"

This goal was beyond all of Jain's expectations.

It's too late to change tactics.

Jaune's eyes widened as he once again watched the ping pong ball fly away from him, unable to do anything.

Not only Jain and Roy.

Even Chen Jin's teammate Li Linghan was shocked by this ball: "Is this a forehand twist with a straight blade?"

“What a strong spin.”

"The key is the deceptive nature of the serve return."

Li Linghan imagined herself as the opponent. Facing this ball, she was afraid that she could only sigh in despair like Jia En.

Chen Jin, on the other hand, was somewhat dissatisfied with this ball: "I haven't practiced the forehand twist enough, and I'm not proficient enough."

"The ball was meant to go straight to his backhand, but ended up going to his forehand."

"fail!"

Chen Jin frowned and shook his head, "I need to practice more and improve my proficiency in forehand twist as soon as possible."

0: 3.

Roy serves again.

After consulting with Jaan, nothing changed and she still chose to go down on the side.

However, this time it was no longer a short ball, but a half-out ball.

"Are you stunned by the beating? How dare you give me a straight forehand halfway out of the stage?"

Chen Jin raised his eyebrows slightly.

He did not give in to his opponent at the moment. He moved quickly, leaned his body sideways towards the table, lowered his center of gravity, and put pressure on his right foot.

At the same time, the arm sinks to lead the racket.

Focus on the ball's descent, and at the moment your forearm pulls the ball, your fingers and wrists suddenly accelerate to exert force. "Snap!"

Forehand rush out of the half-table.

Speed and power, both.

How could Jaune resist it in such a hurry?

4: 0.

Turning her head to look at the scoreboard, Li Linghan looked at Chen Jin's back again, and couldn't help but murmur in her heart: "Am I standing here a little redundant?"

For these four balls, except for the serve, she didn't even touch the ball.

Almost all of them were bought by Chen Jin.

"With this kind of fighting style, it seems that anyone can win."

Li Linghan smiled bitterly, "Is the meaning of my existence because I can't participate in the competition if I don't have a man and a woman?"

Li Linghan was not the only one who felt aggrieved on the field.

Jaune was even more frustrated than her.

So far, he is the one who has not even touched the ball!

Fortunately, however, it was Chen Jin who served next and Jain received the serve.

"I don't believe I can't touch the ball this time."

Jaune was extremely depressed.

He jumped on the spot, cheered himself up, and shouted to Roy twice, encouraging each other.

"The game has just begun, we won't necessarily lose."

Jain consoled his teammates, "May Brahma bless you and me, and help us win the final victory of the game."

This time, Chen Jin did not choose to use a hook shot.

Instead, serve with a positive spin.

Also a sideways, short ball near the net.

Being able to participate in international competitions, no matter how poor Jain's football skills are, they are only relative.

His short-handed skills are much better than his teammate Roy.

Jain took a step forward and swung his ball, feeling excited: "Mom, this is the first time I've touched the ball in this game!"

Seeing Jia En quickly move after a short pass, Li Linghan also showed a look of joy.

“I finally got to touch the ball.”

Li Linghan was overjoyed.

However, she dared not be careless.

According to the previous tactical arrangement, he hit the opponent's forehand halfway out of the table.

Seeing this, Roy was equally ecstatic: "I can finally get started and hit a lob."

Lower your body and pull the racket to hit the ball.

He steadily pulled a high lob with a high arc and weak rotation.

Moreover, the ball landed exactly on Chen Jin's forehand position.

Chen Jin didn't even need to turn sideways to reach it.

"WTF?"

Jaune's face changed drastically and he almost swore on the spot.

With the quality of this ball, isn't it bound to get beaten?

The mind has not changed.

But Chen Jin was seen standing in the middle, squatting, putting strength into his arms, and swinging his racket violently.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was like thunder, exploding suddenly.

The ball was like lightning, carrying with it fierce power and intense rotation, tearing through the air and flying towards the opposite half of the table.

Even though Jain hurriedly retreated, he tried to pull back.

But in the end, it was still half a step slow.

Once again, I watched the ping-pong ball fly past me.

A feeling of powerlessness swept over Jaune's body once again.

"Sorry."

Looking at Jaune's annoyed face, Roy's eyes were full of apology.

"Do not blame you."

Jia En sighed, looking at Chen Jin with a little awe, "If you want to blame someone, blame the Chinese boy for being too strong."

Although they only fought for five rounds, the strength displayed by Chen Jin was far beyond the reach of Jia En.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, this is the reality.

"Jaun, how should we play the next game?"

Roy was still a little unwilling.