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As Chen Yong deliberately slowed down the pace, the two began the lengthy process of pulling and lifting. Lin Fei focused on observing Deng Yu on the court. He noticed that each of Deng Yu's returns seemed to have a certain purpose, much like making careful moves in a game of chess, with each step taken meticulously in order to ultimately achieve victory.
The four-corner pulling and lifting tactics between Chen Yong and Deng Yu continued, testing not only their physical strength and endurance, but also their psychological and strategic abilities. The shuttlecocks on the court seemed to engage in a silent dialogue, with each moment of contact between the racket and shuttlecock silently exchanging their intentions.
Standing next to Lin Fei, Zhou Yang began to explain, "Senior Deng Yu's playing style is very much like playing chess." As he spoke, he pointed to Deng Yu on the court, "You see, he never rushes with each shot, and it's as if every shot is paving the way for the next move in the game. He excels at taking advantage of the opponent's fatigue and impatience, and then delivering a fatal blow at the most critical moment."
Lin Fei listened quietly, his eyes occasionally flashing with a glint. He could feel Deng Yu's calmness and wisdom on the court, which filled him with deep respect for Deng Yu's skills and mindset. He knew that to win on the court, it required not only outstanding technique but also the thoughtful strategy and execution power like Deng Yu's.
"When everything is in place, it's time to end the game," Zhou Yang looked at the court, her gaze resembling that of a chess player, "Senior's shots are like his chess pieces, he always manages to find the opponent's weakness at the right time, and then delivers a fatal blow."
Zhou Yang's words seemed to give Lin Fei a new understanding of Deng Yu, and he began to analyze every move on the court more carefully. The match between Chen Yong and Deng Yu gradually heated up, with their badminton shuttlecocks drawing one track after another in the air, as if creating a complex pattern in the sky.
Chen Yong excels in attacking. His wrist movements are flexible, and every swing is accompanied by the release of power and speed. The shuttlecock seems to sense the energy in his hands, flying resolutely and directly. On the other hand, Deng Yu is like a patient chess player. He doesn't rush to counterattack but instead controls the rhythm of the game with his unique ball sense, keeping himself in a favorable position.
As the game progresses, Deng Yu begins to demonstrate his tactical ability. With a gentle swing of his racket, the shuttlecock is guided to the four corners of the court, gradually pulling apart Chen Yong's defense and creating attacking space. This strategic layout is the wisdom he has transformed from chess.
"Look at that shot!" Zhou Yang pointed to a particularly tricky return. Deng Yu received a powerful spike from Chen Yong and instead of meeting it head-on, cleverly placed the ball in the back corner. Chen Yong hurried to adjust his footing, but he was already a step behind.
Seeing this, Lin Fei couldn't help but admire Deng Yu's intelligence and adaptability. He understood that the ability to stay calm under pressure and change tactics at any moment is essential to becoming a top player.
With the long pull, this game is coming to an end, and it seems that Deng Yu's layout is complete. His precise pulls have made Chen Yong appear somewhat tired, and the final feint at the net caused Chen Yong to move again. Finally, Deng Yu made a deceptive shot, and with all the previous movements and feints, Chen Yong was left stranded. The ball landed precisely in the corner at the net, and Chen Yong could only watch helplessly as the ball dropped.
"That's Deng Yu's general's ball," Zhou Yang explained to Lin Fei. "All the setups were for this final strike, precise and deadly."
Lin Fei's gaze was locked onto Chen Yong and Deng Yu on the court. He could feel the force of their every shot, the speed of every turn. In them, he saw the direction of his own efforts. They were like lighthouses on the badminton court, illuminating the path forward for Lin Fei.
Just then, a loud voice broke the silence of the badminton court. Coach Wang Min entered the gym with a hint of authority in his demeanor. His gaze swept over the team members watching from the sidelines, and he immediately issued instructions.
"Do not just stand there and watch! This is not a spectator seat!" His voice echoed through the gym like a drum, "The doubles team, there is still a lot of room for improvement in your flat defense, especially you, Li Wei, your swing speed needs to be faster! Lin Fei and Xie Ting, come over here!"
Lin Fei and Xie Ting exchanged a glance, then put down their rackets and quickly walked towards the coach. They knew this would be an important training session; every coaching instruction was a valuable learning opportunity.
With Coach Wang Min's command, the atmosphere on the court instantly became tense. The members of the doubles team quickly found their positions and began intense practice matches, while under the guidance of the coach, Lin Fei and Xie Ting started targeted training.
Coach Wang Min looked at Lin Fei, a faint smile appearing on his face: "Lin Fei, I will pay special attention to your training today. I want to see if you really have that so-called twelfth-level proficiency." Lin Fei just nodded lightly, his face showing an unchanged calmness.
And Xie Ting was a little nervous. He knew that there was a considerable gap between his skills and Lin Fei, but he also eagerly desired to improve and to have his efforts and progress recognized by the coach.
At this moment, Wang Min said, " Lin Fei! Let me see your performance in other shots." Coach Wang Min stood on the other side of the court, his movements were professional and skilled. Every feed was just right, testing Lin Fei's reactions while giving him the opportunity to adjust and improve. With the coach's command, shuttlecocks flew one after another towards Lin Fei.
Lin Fei took a deep breath and, as the shuttlecock approached, his racket swiftly and accurately sliced towards it. Initially, his slices were a bit rusty, with the shuttlecock flying too high and too long, but he quickly adjusted the force of his shots and the angle of his racket. The return from Coach Wang Min gave him the opportunity to reflect and adjust, with a steady and encouraging voice: "Relax and find your rhythm."
Lin Fei followed the coach's advice, relaxed his body, and focused on the moment of contact between the racket and the shuttlecock. Subsequently, his slices became more stable, with lower trajectory and closer to the net, just as he intended. This was achieved by utilizing the principles of high and far shots, with subtle adjustments made in the final racket handling.
Coach Wang Min stood there, watching Lin Fei hit the ball time and time again, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. Lin Fei's rate of improvement exceeded his expectations. From his movements, it was evident that this new junior brother possessed true potential and learning ability. Every moment the racket made contact with the shuttlecock was a testament to Lin Fei's technical growth.
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