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

Chapter 232: Psychological tactics? Classic backhand penalty!
Stealing growth is like stealing people, there are both benefits and risks.

Once your opponent sees through you, predicts your move, and makes a sideways dash, it's like you're standing on the edge of a cliff and about to leap into the abyss.

Zhang Benzhihe, a rapid growth spurt, is a living example of this.

A typical case of stealing the chicken but losing the rice.

"Boiled!"

Seeing Chen Jin rushing sideways with great momentum, Liu Zhiqiang jumped up from his seat, clenched his fist and roared.

Behind Chen Jin, people clapped and cheered, with the emotions reaching their maximum.

“Wow—”

The audience at the scene also exclaimed in amazement.

Liu Guoliang, who was sitting together with the ITTF president to watch the game, witnessed Chen Jin's sideways charge, smiled and clapped slowly.

"This board has a burst of energy, a bit like the old straight board."

Liu Guoliang narrowed his eyes slightly.

As one of the representatives of the traditional straight-blade board, he is naturally happy to see the rise of the straight-blade board again.

What's more, the straight-blade style of the Chinese national table tennis team has already declined.

Because of this, there are many fans who are fond of straight-board games.

Now, a good straight-blade player has finally emerged, and it seems that he has the momentum to reach the top of the world table tennis.

If we use the straight-blade as a gimmick to create a super grand slam, what kind of commercial value will it have?

Just can't imagine.

"After me, there has been no straight-blade player who has won a Grand Slam for nearly 30 years, let alone a Super Grand Slam."

Liu Guoliang crossed his arms, looked at the competition field, and kept planning in his mind, "If Chen Jin can really become the first person..."

Of course, all of this has to have a premise, "I hope Chen Jin is not a troublemaker."

"Whoo~"

Tomokazu Harimoto took a deep breath and then exhaled longly.

A look of helplessness appeared on his face and he looked at Chen Jin with admiration.

The speed of the long run just now was so fast, faster than lightning.

The time left for the other party to react is already very short.

Even if a top player can react to this ball, the quality of his return will be greatly reduced.

But Chen Jin was able to predict the landing point in the fleeting reaction time measured in milliseconds, and rush sideways, all in one go.

In this situation, either Chen Jin guessed Zhang Benzhihe's intention in advance, or Chen Jin relied purely on his reaction speed.

Either way, it's a bit too scary.

"To win a Grand Slam title from Hairspray, he is truly not an ordinary person."

Zhang Benzhihe thought to himself, "It seems that Chen Jin is keeping a close eye on my serve."

"If I hit the ball long again, I probably won't get any advantage."

"Besides, the risk of long balls is a bit high..."

Just as I was thinking.

Sudden.

But the referee raised a yellow card to warn Tomokazu Harimoto for deliberately delaying the game.

"?"

Only then did Tomokazu Harimoto come to his senses.

What the hell...

However, as an experienced player, Zhang Benzhi knows that arguing with the referee is the most irrational thing to do.

He calmed down immediately and was not affected by the yellow card.

Bend over, stretch your arms out, and place the ping-pong ball in your palms.

Just about to serve.

Suddenly, my heart moved slightly.

"No!"

A flash of inspiration flashed through Zhang Benzhihe's mind, "The first long ball was targeted by Chen Jin, and he might think that I don't dare to play long balls again."

"so……"

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

But the expression on his face remained calm.

Toss the ball and draw the racket.

There was nothing unusual about the movements.

It looks like he's going to serve short.

Wait for the ball to fall in front of you.

The moment of attack.

Zhang Benzhihe's wrist trembled slightly, the board stood up slightly, and he suddenly exerted force with inch force.

歘!
The ball is like lightning, long and arched.

The landing point was extremely risky, directly approaching Chen Jin's middle baseline white edge.

If you use a little more force, or the angle of landing is slightly off, you will miss and go out of bounds.

Despite this, Tomokazu Harimoto still decided to give it a try.

After all, high risk means high reward.

Unsurprisingly.

Chen Jin really didn't expect that after conceding a goal first, Zhang Benzhihe would still dare to take the risk of stealing.

To know.

Serving like this is a huge test of both psychology and technique.

Even Zhang Benzhihe himself had to admit that there was an element of gambling in this serve.

It turned out that he was right.

Chen Jin was unable to retreat from the table in time and was hit by the ball, which hit the edge of the board and bounced out.

1: 1.

Tomokazu Harimoto equalized the score.

Seeing that his secret growth was successful, Zhang Benzhihe felt relieved and excited.

He jumped up suddenly, clenched his fists, turned around, and roared at the top of his lungs to vent his anger.

"Cuo Le!"

"Zhu--"

The sound was so loud it was deafening.

"Boiled!"

Dong Qimin also stood up, clenched his fists, and roared at Zhang Benzhihe to cheer him up.

After picking his ears, there was no change in Chen Jin's expression.

He glanced up at Zhang Benzhihe and said, "Other people use up their physical strength to compete, but you use up your voice to compete, right?"

Knowing that this is Zhang Benzhihe's way of relieving tension and boosting morale on the court, Chen Jin can understand that if there is no law prohibiting it, then there is freedom.

Holding the racket horizontally, he walked slowly to the left side of the table, touched it, and wiped the sweat off his hands.

"Are you playing psychological tactics with me?"

Chen Jin guessed something and said, "It was indeed my carelessness."

It was thought that after Zhang Benzhihe suffered a setback, he would not dare to hit the long ball easily again.

Unexpectedly, Tomokazu Harimoto did the opposite and caught himself off guard.

However, Chen Jin's heart was not disturbed at all.

The fact that Zhang Benzhihe would rather take risks and play psychological warfare with himself shows that his opponent has shown his weakness.

The opponent knew that they would be at a disadvantage in a head-on confrontation, so they could only use a surprise attack.

"Even if you steal all my long balls this round, so what?"

Chen Jin smiled calmly in his heart.

According to the rules of the game, both sides take turns serving, which gives Zhang Benzhihe few opportunities to play tricks.

Of course, for Tomokazu Harimoto, stealing the opportunity is indeed a good choice.

There is no need to fight for short balls on the table, and he can directly enter into a topspin stalemate. This is an area he is familiar with and good at.

more importantly.

This accurate and long-term tactic can also cause some psychological pressure on Chen Jin invisibly.

Before each serve, Chen Jin had to concentrate and keep a close eye on the action, wondering whether Zhang Benzhihe would continue to steal more points.

However, the reverse is also true.

"Change to Chen Jin for the ball."

Zhang Benzhihe secretly wondered, "Will he do the same and hit the long ball as well?"

In an instant, my nerves were tense and I didn't dare to slack off or be careless at all.

This is the backlash of psychological warfare.

Although I don't know whether Chen Jin's hair is short or long, I still have to be on guard.

Tomokazu Harimoto bent his knees and adjusted his stance slightly.

You can move short when advancing and rush forward when retreating.

When he saw Chen Jin's racket-pulling action, his pupils suddenly shrank: "Change of serve?"

"Are you really going to take a long drive?"

The pressure suddenly increased, as if facing a formidable enemy.

In the first game, all of Chen Jin's serves were hooks.

Zhang Benzhihe was already very familiar with receiving serves, but now Chen Jin suddenly switched to serve, and he couldn't figure out the length of the rotation, which made Zhang Benzhihe very nervous.

The back is arched like a shrimp, ready to jump out at any time.

My eyes never blinked, for fear of missing any details.

Fortunately, Chen Jin did not grow up secretly.

Instead, he served a short forehand ball to the side.

Right of center line.

Zhang Benzhihe breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel a chill on his back.

Hurry up and step forward to grab the jumping point.

Forearm and wrist, speed up the downward cut, and quickly chop Chen Jin's middle position.

The tactical execution was very thorough.

Knowing that the middle position is a weak point, how could Chen Jin not be prepared at all?

Take a half step back with your left leg and twist your waist to create enough space for hitting the ball.

At the same time, lower your right arm and bend your wrist inward.

When the incoming ball is in its initial stage of descent, use your elbow as a fulcrum, turn your wrist, and exert force forward.

The racket is swung out like drawing a sword.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball generated a strong side spin, drew a low arc in the air, and flew towards Zhang Benzhihe's backhand.

"What a powerful side spin!"

Zhang Benzhihe felt a chill in his chest.

Move your body forward, keep your center of gravity down, keep your wrists firm, and hold the board firmly with your thumbs.

Counteract rotation and defend the center line.

In a flash, Chen Jin predicted the landing point, took his position first, stepped back half a step, and swung it backhand.

"Snapped!"

The force penetrates the rubber and goes through the bottom of the board.

The ball was like a cannon shot, hitting Zhang Benzhihe's backhand corner.

"So aggressive."

Tomokazu Harimoto held the racket tightly.

Only in this way could it be prevented and the ball was directed to Chen Jin's backhand.

At this time, Chen Jinren was in the middle.

If the line is changed rashly, with Chen Jin's forehand and backhand transition speed, Chen Jin can counter-pull no matter where he is.

The only way is to suppress Chen Jin's position on the left half of the stage.

Then, find another opportunity to change his direction to a straight line.

This style of play was originally one of Tomokazu Harimoto's scoring tactics.

The idea is good.

Moreover, Chen Jin's position was successfully led to the left half of the stage.

But the question is, how to make it straight?
Chen Jin's backhand is definitely not a straight-blade horizontal hit in the traditional sense.

His ability to continuously hit the ball from mid-range and long range is extremely strong.

Moreover, each board has greater power and stronger loop than the last.

Like a raging sea, before the previous wave has passed, another, higher wave comes up.

One wave after another, endlessly.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The ping-pong ball came bombarding in like a violent storm, hitting Zhang Benzhihe's racket hard.

The force was so great that Zhang Benzhihe's thumb became numb.

Zhang Benzhihe took a deep breath and even worried: "If this continues, will the core of my board be broken?"

"Then I can only use the backup shot?"

"Oh my god, how can Chen Jin's power be so exaggerated?"

"Isn't he about the same age as my sister?"

Throughout my career, I have played against almost all the top players in the world.

Zhang Jike, Ma Long, Fan Zhendong, Wang Chuqin, Ocharov, Felix...

To be able to become world-class players, which one of these people’s strengths is weak?

However, it is no exaggeration to say that the power of Chen Jin's backhand rush is definitely the most exaggerated one he has ever encountered.

none of them!

The key is that the other party has a straight board!
Only fifteen years old!
"What on earth did this kid grow up eating?"

Feeling the power of Chen Jin's backhand pull becoming more and more explosive and aggressive, Zhang Benzhihe secretly groaned, "Haven't you ever eaten Sanlu milk powder?"

In this situation, defending diagonally was already extremely difficult for him.

Not to mention becoming a straight line.

"Grit your teeth and hold on!"

Zhang Benzhihe used all his strength, "In this situation, changing the line is definitely not the best option. It depends on who makes the mistake first."

"As long as I can hold one more board than Chen Jin, I will be the final winner."

I have to say that Zhang Benzhihe's backhand defense technique is absolutely top-notch.

If any other player were to replace him, he would not be able to withstand Chen Jin's shots.

Xuperman live broadcast room.

Seeing the two of them attacking and defending, Xu Xin couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh my god, Chen Jin's backhand mid-range and long-range continuous attack is incredible. He directly pinned Zhang Benzhihe to death on the backhand position."

"A friend in the barrage asked, why didn't Zhang Benzhihe change his line?"

"The reason is very simple. Chen Jin's backhand is powerful, has strong rotation and is fast. If Zhang Benzhihe moves his racket a little, he will make a mistake immediately, so he doesn't dare to take the risk."

Next to him, Cheng Jingqi was also stunned and couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

"Isn't this Hao Ge's classic backhand penalty?"

Cheng Jingqi said, "The unique skill of horizontal fighting has reappeared in the arena."

"Zhang Benneng was able to withstand so many boards, which should be considered very strong."

Xu Xin smiled and said, "It depends on how long Zhang Ben can hold out."

"Chen Jin's attack is like a spear, and Zhang Ben's defense is like a shield."

Cheng Jingqi stared at the live broadcast on the screen without blinking, "After all this, whoever makes a mistake first will lose."

"Zhang Ben was a bit overwhelmed, sweating profusely, and slowly retreated from the stage."

Xu Xin keenly noticed the clue, "Chen Jin's position, slowly push forward..."

"No need to look, I won."

The voice just fell.

But Chen Jin suddenly swung his hand back with a loud bang, as powerful as the sky splitting open.

"Fuck!"

Xu Xin and Cheng Jingqi exclaimed at the same time.

Exclaimed undecided.

The ping-pong ball rushed out like a high-speed car and hit Zhang Benzhihe's racket hard.

"Snapped!"

The rubber is deeply sunken and the force penetrates the soleplate.

Zhang Benzhihe's face suddenly changed and he was surprised.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to try to stop the ball.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

A strong vibration swept over him, and Zhang Benzhihe only felt a dull pain in his vagina.

Can't hold it down!
I can't hold it down at all!
The power and arc carried by the ping-pong ball penetrate the bottom board, and the remaining force rebounds instantly.

Even Tomokazu Harimoto's board shape did not change.

It had already flown far away from the table.

"This backhand..."

Zhang Benzhihe seemed to have received a severe blow. He stood there in shock, looking at Chen Jin opposite him. He was stunned for a long time, "Is it still a straight blade? It's too outrageous!"

To know.

His backhand defense technique is world-class.

In today's table tennis world, among all the players, no more than three can truly penetrate his backhand defense with pure power and rotation when the landing point does not change much.

Chen Jin, a mere teenager who had just made his debut and who used a straight-blade basketball, was able to break through his backhand defense from mid- to long-range.

Not only Zhang Benzhihe himself couldn't believe it for a moment, he also thought he was dreaming.

The audiences online and offline were even more excited.

"Oh my god, Chen Jin's backhand... is it really a straight blade? It's too strong!"

"With a straight racket, he made continuous backhand bursts from mid-range and long range, and actually broke through Zhang Benzhihe's close defense? Am I dreaming?"

"He rushed for more than 20 shots in a row, and the landing points were very stable... I think Chen Jin was deliberately suppressing Zhang Ben's left half of the table, trying to penetrate Zhang Ben's backhand. Otherwise, it would have turned into a straight line long ago."

"Chen Jin, the god of straight boards!"

(End of this chapter)