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The outdoor sunlight shines on the newly arranged badminton court, creating dappled light and shadow. Lin Fei catches the racket lightly tossed by Chen Yong, and with a light turn of the wrist, it shows his familiarity with the racket over the years. He steps onto the court calmly, with each step seeming to firmly imprint in everyone's sight.
Approaching the bucket of shuttlecocks, he gently shakes it, producing a hollow sound, and casually throws out a few old shuttlecocks. They bounce on the ground, emitting a rhythmically clear sound. Lin Fei bends down, skillfully picking up the shuttlecocks one by one with the racket, and each movement reveals his respect for the sport.
On the sidelines, Liu Xing and Zhang Min were staring intently, as if afraid of missing any detail. Liu Xing even unconsciously picked up his phone, with the video function already activated, ready to capture every moment about to unfold.
Lin Fei and Chen Yong stood at opposite ends of the court, separated by the badminton net, their gazes meeting with a hint of curiosity and anticipation. Lin Fei nodded slightly, a sign of respect for the other and a symbol of confidence in himself. With a gentle swing of the racket, a shuttlecock flew steadily towards Chen Yong. The shuttlecock drew a beautiful arc in the air, and Chen Yong swiftly returned with a flat drive.
This is a simple yet rhythmic warm-up method, where the two players' rackets accompany the rhythmic "popping" sound as they continuously collide. The shuttlecock shuttles back and forth between the two players, flowing smoothly like a conversation, conveying each other's skills and intentions without the need for many words. This simple warm-up has already made the spectators on the sidelines feel something extraordinary.
On this spacious outdoor badminton court, the afternoon sunlight falls like a shower of gold, impartially sprinkling on the leaping shuttlecock and the athletes' shining faces. Between Lin Fei and Chen Yong, the collision of rackets and shuttlecocks is like a lively symphony, with each precise hit making the pulsating rhythm in the air even more intense.
Zhang Min observes and comments on Liu Xing's focused gaze, as if he can see every point of contact between the racket and the ball. Zhang Min squints slightly, appreciating the seemingly simple yet skillful flat exchanges between the two players. He nods and murmurs, "This kind of flat exchange is a basic warm-up movement for badminton players. Through this movement, players can adjust their swing rhythm and find the feel of hitting the shuttlecock. Lin Fei and Chen Yong can hit the sweet spot of the racket so accurately and control the speed and direction of the shuttlecock precisely, demonstrating their extraordinary technical level."
He continues his analysis, "But if you notice Lin Fei's footwork, although his steps are fast, they are not as steady as Chen Yong's. Whenever the shuttlecock comes, Lin Fei always needs a moment to adjust to find the best hitting point. Although these details are small, they are the key for Lin Fei to regain his feel for the game."
On the court, every swing of Lin Fei's racket carries traces of calculation, and every jump reveals the effort to rediscover his body. His racket moves through the air, tracing clear arcs, following each flying shuttlecock. His gaze is focused and determined, conveying a message with each hit and return: "I am here, I have never left."
Liu Xing, holding his phone, records the understanding and effort of this moment. He knows this is not just a simple technical test, but also the beginning of Lin Fei's return to the badminton court. Through Liu Xing's lens, every swing of the racket, every step, is like rewriting Lin Fei's story—a former champion gradually rediscovering the radiance he once possessed.
With the increasing speed between Lin Fei and Chen Yong, the connection between their rackets almost turned the shuttlecock into a streak of light. The two people standing by the court were also shocked by this speed, as if there were only two shadows in front of them, dancing their own melody between the white lines. Zhang Min deeply appreciated this kind of competition, his serious eyes showing reverence for the technical details, nodding as if he had made the best footnote for the two players' efforts.
Suddenly, Chen Yong seemed to want to break this rhythm. His racket lightly lifted the shuttlecock, ending this series of rapid battles. He looked at Lin Fei with a teasing and somewhat playful smile, "Indeed, there's something here!" With that, Chen Yong cleverly hit a high and far shuttlecock.
Lin Fei immediately sensed the change in the ball's trajectory, and swiftly moved backward with a cross step, concentrating all his strength and attention on the impending strike. As the shuttlecock approached like a messenger from the sky, Lin Fei steadied his stance directly below it and swung with full force. However, at that moment, his wrist seemed to turn too early, and the racket struck the edge of the shuttlecock. With a "thud," the shuttlecock did not soar as usual, but unfortunately struck the frame and tragically landed on his side of the court.
Lin Fei was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but smile wryly. He turned to everyone with a somewhat helpless smile and said, "It's been too long since I played." His voice carried a hint of self-mockery, but also the relaxed and expectant feeling of returning to the court. Liu Xing, who was recording on the side, couldn't help but laugh, and Zhang Min also relaxed her previously serious expression. The atmosphere on the sidelines became even more relaxed and pleasant after this brief interlude.
Lin Fei Bending down to pick up the shuttlecock, Lin Fei's expression became serious again. He knew that every mistake was an opportunity for improvement. Wiping away the earlier embarrassment, he took a deep breath, flicked his wrist, and sent the shuttlecock soaring high once more. It drew a beautiful parabola in the sunlight, piercing the sky.
Chen Yong Standing opposite, Chen Yong casually stepped back, and with a flick of his agile wrist as he moved, he sent the shuttlecock back into the sky. The shuttlecock once again flew over the high net, leaving a long trail under the blue sky.
Back to the baseline, Lin Fei quickly adjusted his stance, stabilizing his center of gravity on his right foot, with the left ankle slightly inwardly rotated to ensure better power and stability. He extended his elbow, then forcefully swung his arm, hitting the sweet spot of the shuttlecock with precision. With a crisp "thwack," the shuttlecock was once again hit high and far, passing through the sunlight and accurately flying back to Chen Yong's half of the court.
Next, the two of them began a series of high and far shots as if in perfect harmony, shuttling the shuttlecock back and forth in the air, as if performing a dance in the sky. This segment was not only to regain the feel of the shuttlecock but also a test of both parties' endurance and rhythm adjustment. The speed of the shuttlecock was not fast, but it required great ball control and stability. For Lin Fei, it was an opportunity to re-hone his skills and body.
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