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

Chapter 89 [089] The ability to turn decay into magic
After the game ended and they left the stadium, Chen Jin and Li Linghan waved goodbye but did not go back to take a shower and rest.

Instead, he carried his backpack and went straight to the training hall.

But Zhang Jiahao was alone, silently practicing serving in various postures.

Looks bored.

From time to time, he looked at the entrance of the training hall.

As soon as he saw Chen Jin approaching from afar, Zhang Jiahao suddenly felt much brighter.

"Brother Jin, do you know, do you know, I waited until the flowers withered."

At the end, Zhang Jiahao actually showed off his singing skills and started singing.

"Shut up."

Chen Jin covered his ears with a painful expression, "We can still be friends if you don't sing."

talking.

Put down your backpack and take out your racket.

"Friends? I can sing friends, too."

Zhang Jiahao sang with abandon and selflessness in the spirit of "not paying for the pain of killing someone".
"Friends walk together for life..."

"Stop!"

Chen Jin glared at him fiercely. "It's fine if you take your friend away, but you also want to take the doctor away with you? What is your intention?"

"I……"

"Stop talking nonsense. Are you going to practice or not?"

"practice!"

Zhang Jiahao chuckled, and immediately he and Chen Jin each took half of the table and started practicing in tacit understanding.

"Brother Jin, I checked online and it seems that our opponent this time is a bit tricky."

"Who?"

"Kay Stumper."

"That German youngster who is of Chinese and German descent?"

"Yes, yes, that's him."

"If it's him, it's really hard to beat him."

"Godfather, since I have shared so many mysterious websites with you, you should lend me a hand."

"I will block you sooner or later."

Jokes are jokes.

As roommates who have been fighting with each other for two and a half years, Chen Jin will do his best to help as long as he can.

"I've only watched Stumper's match with Wang Chuqin two years ago. He is not like the traditional power players in Europe. On the contrary, he is very delicate in terms of control on the table and has a good feel."

Chen Jin thought for a moment and said, "If you fight him, it should be a 60-40 chance."

"I'm six and he's four?"

Zhang Jiahao asked tentatively.

"Do you think it's possible?"

Chen Jin rolled his eyes at him, "But if you can get your touch right, you can at least be on par with him."

Based on his understanding of Zhang Jiahao, this kid is a slow-warm-up player who relies a lot on his touch.

He couldn't get the feel for the game right, and a slightly experienced old man in the park could have pinned Zhang Jiahao to the ground and rubbed him.

But once he gets his touch, he can kill anyone who stands in his way.

Of course, Chen Jin is not in this category.

After all, it was too familiar, and it was impossible for Zhang Jiahao to get back into the groove.

It is precisely because of this that it is difficult to plan Zhang Jiahao’s tactical arrangements in advance.

Only by letting him go to the court in person and feel the pressure of the game can his fiery touch be stimulated.

"Is that string so powerful?"

Zhang Jiahao frowned, a bit of worry showing on his face, "I have to get into the groove, to be evenly matched with him?" You know.

He can win when playing, often relying on his touch.

Once he gets the feel for the ball, he seems to be able to play it with ease, no matter what the ball is.

At the beginning, one of Coach Wu's comments about him was that he was a low-profile version of Mr. Niwa.

But now, even the touch that he was so proud of could only match that of his opponent. Zhang Jiahao suddenly felt an unprecedented pressure.

"if not?"

Chen Jin said calmly, "After all, he is a young player that the German team has focused on training. He is quite capable and has more experience in participating in international competitions than you. It's unfair for you to be able to fight him on equal terms?"

"No grievance, no grievance."

Zhang Jiahao frowned even more tightly, then put on a playful smile, put his palms together, and pleaded in his tone, "Godfather, you have to teach me, how can I beat him?"

Compared to Li Qian, the coach who was only listed as an "off-field coach", he was more willing to trust Chen Jin's tactical arrangements.

After all, over the years, he had already witnessed Chen Jin's tactical abilities, which often enabled him to turn decay into magic.

Only Chen Jin's tactical arrangement could enable him to carry it out thoroughly.

"Play steadily in the first game and compete with him for control on the table. Don't rush into it. Test his strength first."

Chen Jin pondered, "Once you have a chance to get started, make the loop spin harder, lower the arc, keep a close eye on the opponent's chasing position, try not to hold the opponent, and limit the opponent's power."

"The same goes for the second game. Get your touch out as soon as possible."

"In a best-of-five match, even if you lose the first two games, you must keep your composure and come back from 2-0 to 3-0 to make it more exciting."

Coming back from 2-0 down to 3-0 does sound very exciting, and it even gives you a sense of satisfaction from turning the tide.

But what if the third dream is allowed to go?
Zhang Jiahao naturally hopes that he can get his touch in the first game and win the match.

However, if you really lose the first two games as Chen Jin said, then the mentality in the third game will be crucial.

"Whoo~"

Zhang Jiahao took a deep breath.

Before the game even started, he already felt an invisible pressure.

My stomach seems to be showing signs of making trouble again.

"Brother Jin, if I lose in the top 16 of this competition, will I be sent back to the provincial team after I return?"

Zhang Jiahao's voice was a little low.

There was a hint of worry in his expression.

"Probably not."

Chen Jin shook his head. "Didn't Coach Li say that? As long as we make it to the top 16, we'll have accomplished our boss's goal."

Although he said this, he was actually not sure.

After all, it is possible that the ideas of the superiors change from day to day, which is definitely not something that a bunch of small fry like them can figure out.

"The plane tickets alone cost two or three thousand. Isn't the goal of the top 16 a bit too low?"

Zhang Jiahao lowered his voice and said, "I think if the results of this competition are too bad, I will definitely be immediately dismissed and sent back to the provincial team after returning."

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded, "That's also possible."

"Damn it! I've trained so hard for so many years, and played in the trials for so long. I finally made it to the national team, but before I even got a chance to sit back, I was sent back to the provincial team. I really can't accept this."

Zhang Jiahao said, "The key is that almost all of my relatives know that I have joined the national team and represented the country in overseas competitions. This is simply a great honor for the family."

"If I am really sent back to the provincial team, how can I face people in the future?"

"By then, I guess I'll have to move to another planet to survive."

The more he talked, the more worried he became, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. Zhang Jiahao couldn't help but shiver.

"No, we must win this game!"

Zhang Jiahao secretly clenched his fists, his expression serious and his eyes determined, "If I can't win this game, may all of my Zhang family's ancestors be dug up and their bodies be destroyed."

(End of this chapter)