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

Chapter 98 [098] Tanaka Yuta: If you have the guts, just kill me with one blow!

Flip a coin to guess first.

Chen Jin got the serve in the first game.

Then, pre-match sparring.

After several rounds of close-range attacks, Yuta Tanaka took the lead in retreating two steps, lowering his waist and hips, and swinging his racket forward.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The crisp and loud sound of the boards rang out in the stadium.

Yuta Tanaka obviously wanted to give Chen Jin a warning before the game.

Therefore, I put in all my effort and pulled the ball with greater force.

I wish every ball could hit the baseboard.

Trying to directly break through Chen Jin's defense.

however.

Chen Jin's defense was very solid, like a thick city wall.

No matter how hard Yuta Tanaka attacked, Chen Jin defended with his forehand and remained unmoved.

The arc, landing point, and feeding rhythm were all controlled perfectly.

"Ok?"

Tanaka Yuta frowned inwardly, "This forehand defense... has something."

But, that's all.

In a real game, just knowing how to defend is useless.

The best defense is offense.

Seeing that he could never pull through Chen Jin, Tanaka Yuta finally gave up.

Return to the table and switch from offense to defense.

It was Chen Jin's turn to retreat to the table and play the ball.

After Yuta Tanaka stood at the forehand baseline, pushed with his backhand, and defended several of Chen Jin's pull balls, he already had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

"This forehand, this power..."

Tanaka Yuta smiled contemptuously in his heart, "He is just a little brat of fifteen or sixteen years old, nothing more than that."

at the same time.

auditorium.

Watching Chen Jin's forehand pull from a distance, Zhang Jiahao was stunned for a moment: "This power and speed are totally unlike Brother Jin's style. Could it be that Brother Jin is hungry and his hands and feet are weak?"

"Do you think that's possible?"

Xie Mingyang sneered, "Chen Jin is just making a nest."

"Make a nest?"

Zhang Jiahao suddenly realized, "So Brother Jin is fishing...fishing for turtles."

"Such a straight hook, it depends on whether this turtle is stupid or not."

Xie Mingyang stared at it.

While talking.

Two people on the court switched to backhand fighting.

Tanaka Yuta was even more relieved, as if he was confident: "This game is a sure win."

The two-minute sparring time had not yet ended when Yuta Tanaka raised his hand to signal the end of the sparring.

They walked to the referee's table, picked up the towels, and wiped the sweat off their faces.

"hey-hey……"

Yuta Tanaka stretched the muscles of his hands and feet and made a low sound.

Bend your legs slightly and lower your body.

Standing on the left half of the table, ready to receive the serve.

But Chen Jin served with a hook, a short ball to the side and below his right half of the table.

"I will never give you a chance to fight on the inside."

Yuta Tanaka was determined in his tactics, stepped forward with his right foot and quickly grabbed the position.

Twist your waist and raise your elbows.

The wrists are bent inward.

Facing the high point of the incoming ball, make a decisive move and twist and pull it.

The moment after the attack.

In order to prevent Chen Jin from counterattacking, Tanaka Yuta quickly took small steps and retreated.

But unexpectedly, this action of stepping back from the stage in small steps was completely unnecessary.

"laugh!"

Twist and pull out of bounds.

"???"

Tanaka Yuta looked down at the racket and frowned, "Wrong judgment? Is it a non-spinning ball?"

If you are not familiar with the opponent's serve, it is normal to lose the first point of the first game.

Yuta Tanaka felt no wave of emotion.

"Keep your eyes on the ball!"

"Watch out for the rotation."

Yuta Tanaka habitually blew on the racket and wiped it a few times with his hand.

Take a deep breath and lower your body.

Chen Jin served again, still a hook shot.

However, the landing point changes slightly.

Left of center line.

"Isn't this a chance for me to twist and pull?"

Yuta Tanaka did not hesitate at all, he took action decisively and twisted and pulled it in a straight line.

This ball seemed to have somewhat stuck Chen Jin's body.

Chen Jin failed to convert the forehand in time, so he cut the ball with his backhand.

The return ball landed on Yuta Tanaka's backhand.

"Isn't this just giving me points?" Yuta Tanaka hunched his chest and abdomen, aimed at Chen Jin's backhand baseline, and instantly exerted force with his forearm and wrist to hit the ball.

Unexpectedly.

Chen Jin's backhand cut actually went slightly sideways.

Yuta Tanaka was only focused on using his backhand to hit the diagonal line, ignoring the friction and arc, and the ball hit the net and went out of bounds.

0: 2.

Half a minute into the game, we lost two goals.

The key point is that Yuta Tanaka has never been able to drag the rhythm of the game into the backhand field where he is good at.

"It's only the second point in the first game. I'm not panicking at all."

Tanaka Yuta was very calm, "Next is my serve round, I will make a last-ditch effort to tie the score."

One of the great things about the 1/8 finals is that players don’t have to pick up the balls themselves.

Saves a lot of energy.

At the same time, there are fewer opportunities to adjust the rhythm of the game.

After taking the ping-pong ball thrown by the referee, Tanaka Yuta smashed it on the ground a few times and glanced at Chen Jin who was already ready to receive the serve.

Toss the ball.

Turn your waist and lead the racket.

At the moment of hitting the ball, Yuta Tanaka lifted the racket up and made a fake topspin move.

But in fact, his serve was sideways.

Moreover, the backspin is particularly strong.

Including Wang Chuqin, many people were fooled by his fake serve when they played against him for the first time.

"Eat and turn!"

Yuta Tanaka is full of confidence.

Unexpectedly.

Chen Jin was not fooled. He lowered his body center of gravity, walked forward, and made a short move.

"You didn't eat and turned off the net?"

Tanaka Yuta was a little surprised.

Knowing that he couldn't compete with a straight-blade on the table, Yuta Tanaka decisively chose to hit the ball with a long blade.

The moment of attack.

"wrong!"

Tanaka Yuta's heart was filled with alarm, "When Chen Jin was swinging his sword just now, it seemed like he was lifting it up a bit."

"The ball he swung back, it wasn't backspin."

"But it doesn't turn!"

He already knew that pen-blade players have more flexible wrists due to the way they hold the racket.

The handling of the balls on the table is more delicate and more secretive than that of the horizontal board.

Yuta Tanaka was not aware of the change in the ball's rotation for a moment.

By the time he reacted, it was too late.

The ball went out of bounds.

0: 3.

Yuta Tanaka was so regretful that he wanted to slap himself a few times.

"I knew my opponent was using a straight racket, so why did I serve short and give him a chance to hit the ball inside the table?"

Tanaka Yuta immediately adjusted his serve strategy, "Directly serve long balls, and strive for topspin."

The mind is made up.

After getting the ping-pong ball, Yuta Tanaka decisively served it to the lower side of the center line.

"If you have the guts, just kill me with one blow."

"Otherwise, you can expect to be smashed by my backhand continuously."

After serving the ball, Yuta Tanaka quickly retreated from the table, preparing for the next shot.

Side down?

Half-released?
The moment Yuta Tanaka hit the ball, Chen Jin made a quick judgment based on his hand movements, strength and take-off point.

He immediately stepped back half a step, pressed his body downward, and tensed his leg muscles like springs.

Bring your forearms inward, clasp your wrists, hook your index finger on the board, and get ready to go.

Wait until the ping-pong ball falls.

"It's now!"

Stretch your legs and twist your waist.

A long-accumulated force suddenly surged up from under his feet.

Chen Jin threw backhand.

The swinging racket seemed to be a long whip lashing the air fiercely, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

Perfect timing, perfect hitting point.

The ratio of impact and friction is perfectly coordinated.

Like lightning, like a flash of lightning.

It only took a moment.

A deafening "pop" sound was heard.

Power through the bottom plate!
The ping-pong ball suddenly burst out, as if it was a nuclear bomb dropped from the sky that year, instantly traveling through time and space and hitting the backhand baseline of Yuta Tanaka.

"Nani?"

Tanaka Yuta's expression changed slightly, "Can this ball also be rushed?"

He never expected that Chen Jin's ability to backhand burst out from halfway through the table had become so strong that he could do it at will.

In panic, he wanted to block.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball hit Tanaka Yuta's racket hard.

A strong sense of vibration, like a truck hitting you.

There was a flash of shock in his eyes, and Tanaka Yuta couldn't help but gasp.

Can't stop!
It can't be stopped at all!
Yuta Tanaka didn't even exert any strength, the ping-pong ball, with a strong side spin, had already bounced to the side and flew out of the table.

Lose another point.

(End of this chapter)