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

Chapter 88 [088] What a terrible opponent
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With a score of 3:0, the mixed doubles combination of Chen Jin and Li Linghan made their debut on the court and swept the White Elephant team without any difficulty, advancing to the semi-finals.

On the other hand, the mixed doubles match going on at the next table was only halfway through.

"Cuo Le——"

Li Linghan was particularly excited about this result.

After a game, she left work at the speed of light before her hands even warmed up.

Li Linghan had never won a game so quickly in her life.

Of course, she knew very well that winning the competition was all thanks to Chen Jin.

Between serving and receiving the serve, Li Linghan touched the ball no more than ten times.

Except for the first game, when Chen Jin made a mistake and lost a ball, he did not leave his opponent any chance to counterattack.

Forehand and backhand rushes halfway out of the table, pick and hit inside the table...all kinds of techniques are at his fingertips.

Almost all of them passed in one go.

This was the first time the opponent had encountered such a decisive and fierce style of play. He had no means of restraining himself, let alone counterattacking.

The experience was extremely bad.

Although she always felt that she was just a pendant of Chen Jin, Li Linghan actually experienced the happiness that Zeng Yi of Phoenix Legend had at the time.

"Perhaps, every time Chen Jin wins a ball, he might be startled when he suddenly turns his head."

"Hey, why is there someone standing next to me?"

Li Linghan laughed at herself in her heart.

Anyway, it feels so good to have someone hug you!

At the scene, the one who was more relaxed than Li Linghan was the off-field coach Li Qian.

The tactical arrangements for the game were all handled by Chen Jin.

Li Qian sat steadily outside the venue. Apart from passing water and rubbing shoulders and providing emotional value during the break, he smiled the whole time, as if he was a robot that could only clap and had no emotions.

“It’s really great to have a player like Chen Jin as an off-field coach. It will at least allow me to live seven or eight more years.”

Li Qian was already smiling in his heart.

It’s a pity that the lifespan gained from Chen Jin may be lost immediately in the next game, and he may even have to sacrifice several years of his savings.

competition is over.

Li Qian stood up, his face full of joy, and welcomed the two back: "Well done."

"It was Chen Jin who played well."

Li Linghan spoke from the bottom of her heart, "I always feel like a pendant."

"Don't say that."

Li Qian was in a good mood and for a moment he forgot himself and half-jokingly said, "Even a pair of underwear and a piece of toilet paper have their uses... Without you, Chen Jin, can we participate in the mixed doubles competition?"

Li Linghan: “???”

The purpose of my existence is really to be eligible to register for the competition!

But then I thought again.

This is the fact. As long as I don’t hold Chen Jin back, I will be considered a success.

Li Linghan has a calm attitude.

"Teacher Li just likes to joke with people."

Chen Jin smiled slightly, "The main reason is that the opponent this time is not strong, so we should end the battle quickly if possible."

"In the next game, I may need you to execute tactics with me."

Knowing that he had just spoken out of turn, Li Qian quickly said, "Yes, yes, yes, I meant that in the competition, everyone's presence is indispensable."

"You've worked hard in this game. There's another tough game to play in the afternoon. Go back and take a shower and have a good rest."

Advancing to the mixed doubles semi-finals means that both of them have three games to play today.

The physical exertion is not a little bit.

Sufficient rest must be ensured so as not to affect the subsequent games.

"it is good."

Li Linghan nodded while packing her backpack.

"Teacher Li, what about you?"

Chen Jin asked casually.

"There are still more than ten minutes."

Li Qian glanced at the time, "Ten thirty-five, Xie Mingyang has a singles match."

A hint of solemnity appeared between his brows. It was obvious that Xie Mingyang's opponent in this match was not so easy to beat.

"Who is the opponent?"

Chen Jin asked.

"Feng Yixin from the Taiwan Provincial Team."

Li Qian said in a deep voice.

As the eighth seed in the Lima station, Feng Yixin is ranked 56th in the world and her strength should not be underestimated.

It is absolutely incomparable to those ugly ones encountered in previous competitions.

It was also the first time for Xie Mingyang to compete against someone who was ranked so high in the international arena, so it was inevitable that he felt a little nervous.

In addition to being nervous, I was more excited: "I finally met an opponent who can support me."

"We all come from provincial teams, but my provincial team just won the runner-up in the national provincial team selection competition. Would I be afraid of a mere provincial team like you?"

Xie Mingyang is full of confidence.

With four or five minutes left before the game started, both sides were warming up on the sidelines.

Glancing at his opponent not far away, Li Qian lowered his voice and said, "Feng Yixin's playing style is quite standard. He is used to receiving serves with a backhand twist and pull. His power is not great, and his speed is not fast, but his rotation is quite strong."

"When facing this kind of twisting ball, you don't need to play safe and close defense. You can either rush to him sideways or backhand him, but you must pay attention to the center of gravity of your body."

"In addition, Feng Yixin's scoring method mainly relies on the forehand, and his ability to pull back from mid-range and long-range is quite outstanding."

"And your mid-range and long-range counterattacks are stronger than his, so you don't need to be afraid of him, you can just go head-on with him."

"Of course, if you want to win more easily, you have to open up the points, or force Feng Yixin to hit his backhand."

Listen quietly to Li Qian's analysis.

Xie Mingyang took out a banana, peeled it slowly, and took a bite: "I didn't expect that Professor Li's research on Feng Yixin is so in-depth?"

"Of course."

Li Qian puffed out his chest, not without pride, "I am your off-court coach after all. Studying the opponent is my duty."

Without paying any attention to Li Qian's boasting, Xie Mingyang directly pointed out: "It was Chen Jin who told you."

"Uh……"

Li Qian choked for a moment, and said with a guilty conscience, "What's the matter? Do you look down on me, your off-court coach, so much?"

Xie Mingyang didn't say anything either, but stared at Li Qian.

His eyes were as sharp as lightning, making Li Qian avoid looking directly at him.

In the end, he was defeated.

"Ok."

Li Qian had to admit, "Chen Jin only gave me some suggestions, but the general direction of the tactics was still something I worked out on my own."

"What else did Chen Jin say?"

Xie Mingyang asked.

"That's all he said."

Li Qian said, "No more, really."

“I researched all of the following by myself.”

Do you think I believe it or not?

Xie Mingyang looked at Li Qian and said nothing.

“Try to compete with Feng Yixin in table control, especially forehand half table.”

Li Qian whispered.

"Did Chen Jin forget that my internal control is also poor?"

Thinking back to the friendly match with Chen Jin, Chen Jin scored a lot of points against Xie Mingyang just by controlling the table.

"Chen Jin said, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Qian suddenly realized what was happening and immediately changed his tone, "What Chen Jin? It's your dear Coach Li Qian!"

"Since the trials, you have clearly strengthened your control on the table and your first three shots. Feng Yixin is definitely no match for you in this regard."

Hear the words.

Xie Mingyang smiled gently, with a rare tenderness on his face: "We have only known each other for a few days, and I didn't expect Chen Jin to know me so well."

"What a formidable opponent."

The mind has not changed.

The referee reminded the athletes from both teams to enter the field.

Xie Mingyang put down the unfinished banana, stretched his muscles, picked up the racket and towel, and walked onto the court with brisk steps.

(End of this chapter)