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

Chapter 9 [009] How about we practice two games?

Chapter 9 [009] How about... we practice a few games together?

Lower your waist and push your hips up.

Xie Mingyang held the board with his wrist, then suddenly drew his sword like a general and swung it backhanded.

"Snapped!"

next second.

The ball speed was immediately displayed on the screen.

77Km/h.

This ball speed is even faster than Xie Mingyang's forehand just now.

It even almost caught up with Xie Mingyang's highest forehand backspin record to date.

The only fly in the ointment is.

The ball went into the net.

He failed to cross the net and fell into the opposite half of the table.

A look of regret emerged on Xie Mingyang's face.

"In pursuit of speed and power, there were too many collisions and too little friction to offset the spin of the backspin ball."

Xie Mingyang silently analyzed the reasons for the loss in his mind.

but.

He was not discouraged.

"Come again!"

Xie Mingyang cheered himself up, shouted twice to encourage himself.

He jumped a few more times on the spot to stretch his arms and wrists.

Then he lowered his body and prepared to hit the ball.

"Snapped!"

Followed by a deafening sound of hitting the ball.

Xie Mingyang threw the ball backhand again.

But this time, at the moment of hitting the ball, the fingers and wrist made some fine adjustments.

74Km/h.

It’s a pity that I still couldn’t go on stage.

Although it didn't hit the net, it flew directly out of bounds.

"Boiled!"

Xie Mingyang couldn't help but secretly regret, "I added too much insurance."

The so-called "insurance" is to offset the friction caused by the rotation of the ball when hitting the ball.

Once there is too much friction, it is easy to lose the arc and cause the ball to fly out of bounds.

The first two shots, because I couldn't get on the table, no matter how fast the ball was, it didn't count.

With Xie Mingyang's pride, he naturally wouldn't cheat.

"One last chance."

Xie Mingyang took a deep breath and said, "Be steady. Don't let others laugh at you."

Lower your waist and push your hips up.

Hold down the board and the general draws his sword.

The ratio of impact and friction at the moment of hitting the ball was perfectly coordinated this time.

"Snapped!"

The ball was like lightning, turning into a flash of white shadow, and flew out at an extremely fast speed and in an extremely low arc, almost sticking to the net.

It didn't go into the net, nor was it out of bounds.

Instead, it falls into a large diagonal angle.

69Km/h.

Looking at the display screen, Xie Mingyang was obviously not satisfied with his performance.

Since the backhand can use the wrist more flexibly than the forehand when swinging the ball with a horizontal racket, the speed of the backhand downward spin ball will never be weaker than that of the forehand.

Xie Mingyang once tested his backhand, which was even more explosive than his forehand.

The highest record of the backspin reached an astonishing 80 km/h.

Unfortunately, this time, perhaps because my hands were a bit tight, I was unable to perform beyond my level.

However, Xie Mingyang was confident that even so, he could still kill Chen Jin's backhand.

If the backhand of the straight-blade was not too weak, the Chinese national table tennis team would have been dominated by horizontal-blade players, making it impossible for the straight-blade players to stand out!

After wiping the racket, Xie Mingyang walked off the table, raised his chin, and said to Chen Jin: "It's your turn."

Chen Jin smiled and walked forward with the racket in hand.

"Brother Jin."

Zhang Jiahao shouted, "Blast him hard, no need to give me face."

"Do your best."

Chen Jin swung his right arm twice, then moved his fingers and wrist.

Across the table, Li Qian, standing next to the serving machine, looked at Chen Jin with anticipation.

Just now, Chen Jin's forehand had already given him a great shock.

If his backhand was just as explosive, he would dare to assert on the spot: This guy has the potential to be a super Grand Slam!
"Chen Jin, are you ready?"

Li Qian asked.

"All right."

Chen Jin lowered his body, his eyes looking like a wolf.

Bend your wrists inward to hold down the racket.

Facing the rising phase of the incoming ball, turn your waist and hips, and swing the racket hard.

At the moment of hitting the ball, use your fingers and wrists to exert force.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground, like a cannon, echoed throughout the field.

The ping-pong ball fell onto the opposite half of the table and flew up in an extremely strange arc.

It is obvious that Chen Jin's ball has more side spin than Xie Mingyang's.

But visually, the speed and power are no less than Xie Mingyang's third cricket ball, 67Km/h.

With his eyes fixed on the display screen, Xie Mingyang finally relaxed a little, "Weaker than me."

But he did not completely relax because of this.

After all, Chen Jin still has two chances to take action.

The second board is the key!
Thinking of this, Xie Mingyang's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Look at Chen Jin again.

Ready for the next board.

This time, his body's center of gravity was lower than before.

Almost all the strength in the body was concentrated in the waist and abdomen.

But the arm holding the racket is relaxed.

See the ping-pong ball flying towards you.

The strength of the waist and abdomen suddenly burst out.

Coordinate the instantaneous force of the forearm, wrist and fingers.

"Snapped!"

The small ping-pong ball flew backwards with a terrifying impact rebound force.

It falls precisely into the opposite diagonal corner.

Everyone at the scene held their breath nervously, staring at the display screen.

Numbers flashed on the display.

88Km/h!

"Wow!"

Exclamations resounded.

Xie Mingyang’s face turned pale instantly and he bit his lips so hard that they were almost bleeding.

"Fuck, what an exaggerated backhand!"

"Oh my god, is this still a straight backhand?"

"Since this straight-blade forehand and backhand are so strong, why didn't it rank in the Youth Championship?"

"Nonsense, he must have been absent because of something else."

"If this straight-blade player participated in the Youth Championship, it would not be Xie Mingyang's turn to win the championship."

"Not necessarily. A high-quality board doesn't mean it's a good match."

"I'm really looking forward to a fight between the two of them."

……

Everyone at the scene was shocked by the quality of Chen Jin's backhand downward spin.

For a moment, everyone was whispering and talking.

Listening to the discussions of the crowd, Zhang Jiahao's face was filled with pride and complacency.

It was as if he was the one who amazed everyone.

My stepfather has brought honor to my child!

Looking at Xie Mingyang's increasingly ugly face, Zhang Jiahao felt even more proud.

Chen Jin glanced at the display screen, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he turned to Xie Mingyang and said, "I think I can save my energy this time."

Xie Mingyang's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If high-quality single-board can win the championship, Xu Xin would have won the Grand Slam long ago."

(Huang Jin Zuo Zhi: "First of all, I didn't offend any of you, please don't cue me.")
no doubt.

He attaches great importance to the Youth Championship title he won.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so resentful towards Chen Jin just because of Zhang Jiahao's words.

He wanted to prove to everyone that the championship he won was absolutely genuine.

however.

Now it seems that more and more people are questioning it.

Actually.

Chen Jin was unable to participate in the Youth Championship due to "San Yang Kai Tai", which had nothing to do with whether Xie Mingyang's championship was authentic or not.

Thanks to Mingyang's inherent pride, he cannot tolerate any flaws or omissions.

This is when the idea of competing with Chen Jin came into being.

Xie Mingyang continued, "A real game is a combination of various techniques such as serving, receiving, power, rotation, and placement. In addition to these hard skills, there is also the mentality during the game and the ability to respond on the spot."

"you are right."

Chen Jin nodded in agreement, "How about... we practice a couple of games?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin would take the initiative to seek a fight.

Instead, Xie Mingyang was stunned.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Zhang Jiahao's face was full of excitement and he began to add fuel to the fire in the crowd.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Instantly, everyone at the scene was excited.

"Fight! Fight! Fight..."

There were waves of calls.

Xie Mingyang had this intention in mind, he raised his chin and said proudly: "Fight if you want, who is afraid of who?"

"great."