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Xie Ting's eyes were filled with a serious light, clear and determined like the cold stars of early winter. He gazed at Lin Fei as if a drought-stricken field longed for rain, eager for every word that could bring about a change in his swing. Every suggestion from Lin Fei was like a seed planted in Xie Ting's heart, sprouting the possibility of change. The confusion of using that power improperly gradually dissipated under Lin Fei's analysis, and he felt an unprecedented clarity and brightness.
Lin Fei continued to explain, "The charm of badminton lies not only in testing your physical strength, but also in testing your feel and control of the shuttlecock." His voice was calm and confident, "Once your arm can swing independently, then start incorporating footwork, which can help you coordinate your whole body's movements better."
Xie Ting is like a thirsty traveler who has found an oasis. He takes Lin Fei's every comment seriously and understands and appreciates them. He knows that Lin Fei's advice is of great significance to him, not only in terms of improving his skills, but also as a kind of spiritual guidance.
"In fact, many times we overlook the importance of feeling," Lin Fei said slowly, as if wanting to fully convey her insights to Xie Ting. "When the feeling is right, the movement will naturally follow. So, it's not just about practice, but also about relaxing, feeling the rhythm and power of each swing, which is also crucial."
Upon hearing this, Xie Ting's eyes lit up, as if some kind of restraint in his heart had been released. His face showed a sense of reassurance. He nodded firmly in response to Lin Fei, "I will, I will follow your advice, Lin Fei. Thank you."
When the two arrived at the staircase, Xie Ting stopped in his tracks. He turned and bowed deeply to Lin Fei, his expression filled with deep gratitude towards his junior. "See you at practice tonight, I will work twice as hard." His tone was resolute, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation for the future.
Lin Fei responded with a simple smile and a gentle nod, seeing in Xie Ting a pure and passionate love for badminton. He deeply understood the potential in Xie Ting, knowing that with proper guidance and effort, this potential would shine brightly in the near future.
Lin Fei walked lightly back to the classroom, sunlight dappled through the windows onto his body, as if bringing a halo around him. The surrounding noise seemed distant to him, as his heart had already flown to the badminton court he loved.
The atmosphere in the classroom is relatively quiet, with classmates either burying their heads in books or chatting quietly, occasionally accompanied by the crisp sound of a pen on the desktop. Lin Fei finds his place, but instead of immediately taking out a book, he takes a short break, lightly tapping the desktop with his fingers, as if simulating the rhythm of hitting a badminton shuttlecock with a racket.
He closes his eyes, and in his mind, he naturally sees himself on the court, where there is no boring classroom, no trivialities of life, only the pure dialogue between the racket and the shuttlecock. He looks forward to being able to sweat freely in the evening, as each swing seems to take away some of the sediment in his heart.
However, reality is always full of challenges. Lin Fei knows that he needs to stay focused in class, even though it's not his greatest passion. His rational mind tells him that no matter how deep his love for badminton is, academics cannot be ignored. Badminton is his dream, and knowledge is the path to that dream.
This thought helps Lin Fei readjust his mindset. He takes a deep breath and ultimately takes out his textbook, beginning to seriously review today's lessons. Although his heart still leaps with infinite longing for badminton, now is the time to build up strength. Only by enriching himself can he soar high on the court.
Lin Fei's eyes gradually became firm, and the troubles in his heart were replaced by a new understanding. Whether it was learning or training, everything was an important part of his life. As long as he worked hard, everything could become his soaring wings. He believed that through continuous training, he could create his own legend in the badminton world and fulfill his promise to his father.
The bell for class rang in Lin Fei's ears, much like his heartbeat when facing an opponent's serve. The classroom became another invisible competition for him, with each new piece of knowledge being a challenge and each page turned testing his patience. As the teacher entered the classroom, chapters began to construct a palace of knowledge in Lin Fei's mind.
In Chinese class, the teacher not only reads poetry, but also explains the imagery and emotions behind each line of poetry. Lin Fei tries to fathom the poet's thoughts. Whenever he reads a poem describing scenery, his mind can't help but fly to the expansive badminton court, imagining himself soaring like the eagle in the poem. The pauses between the lines remind him of every break in the game, every breath adjustment.
When it comes to math class, equations and graphs construct complex models on the blackboard. Lin Fei connects these formulas with game strategies. Every step and swing on the court becomes a precise calculation problem in his mind. He imagines himself solving complex equations, and with each solved equation, it's like winning a point in the game.
In the natural science class, Lin Fei's exploration of the mysteries of life is sparked by the specimens and images in the classroom, leading him to connect with his passion for badminton. Every shot on the court embodies the rhythm of life for him. He focuses on every spin of the shuttlecock, every trajectory it takes, as if learning a language of life.
In history class, Lin Fei traverses the mists of time, entering past empires and battlefields. There, he finds the indomitable spirit and wisdom of strategists. Every ancient war is equated in his mind with every match on the badminton court, transforming those ancient strategies into tactics on the court.
In geography class, the teacher took the students on a tour of the world's mountains and rivers. On that vast map, Lin Fei learned how to utilize space on the field and how to find the best path and position during the game.
As the sun's trajectory in the sky rose higher, the knowledge accumulated in Lin Fei's mind became heavier. The end of each class felt like a point won on the field for him. Until the last class ended, he took a deep breath, as if he had just finished a marathon. His body was at rest, but his brain was still running at high speed.
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