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Lin Fei's gaze focused on the blank wall, reflecting a virtual badminton court that belonged only to him. In this invisible space, he continuously practiced various tactics, like a chess player calmly and cautiously considering each move.
His thoughts shuttled back and forth between his two core abilities: "heavy smash" was his killer move, delivering a decisive blow, while "acceleration" was his secret weapon, capable of delivering a fatal blow to the opponent at a critical moment. Lin Fei began to consider how to organically integrate these two major skills, forming a powerful and flexible playing style.
In his mind, he repeatedly simulates the scenes of the game: how he uses his acceleration ability to create attacking opportunities, how he executes a heavy kill at the weakest moment of the opponent's defense, and how he quickly changes the rhythm when the opponent relaxes, disrupting the opponent's pace. Each simulation is a tempering and sublimation of his tactical thinking.
Lin Fei on the sofa, his eyes gradually becoming deep, as if they can penetrate time and space. His consciousness is completely immersed in an invisible badminton court, where there is only him and his opponent, and his endless tactical thinking.
On this virtual field, Lin Fei is like a true warrior, engaging in intense battles with various imaginary opponents. He constantly analyzes the potential outcomes of each move, with every failure making him more aware of his shortcomings, and every success bringing new revelations.
Lin Fei has a clear tactical blueprint in his mind, imagining every move, every acceleration, and every opportune moment for a decisive strike on the field. He can feel himself running against the wind on the virtual field, his heartbeat synchronized with the rhythm of the ball, and every swing filled with power.
He envisioned various tactical combinations in his mind, such as how to use acceleration to force errors from his opponent, how to find weaknesses in seemingly solid defenses, and how to make decisive kills at critical moments. He could even anticipate his opponent's reactions and counter-strategies, formulating responses in advance in his mind.
Lin Fei's thinking is no longer limited to his current abilities; he has a much larger goal in mind: to become a player unmatched not only in skill but also in intelligence. In his mind, every encounter is not just a competition but a carefully considered strategic game.
As time passed, the outside world had already fallen into deep night, but Lin Fei still sat there, immersed in his tactical world. Every breath he took was preparing for the next showdown, and every thought was paving the way to become a stronger self.
And when Lin Fei stood up from the sofa, it seemed that his aura had undergone a significant change. It was a transformation from the inside out, from doubt and confusion to confidence and determination. His eyes sparkled with a new light, as if he had already foreseen the scene of his victory on the field.
Lin Fei The most powerful weapon is not his body, nor just his badminton skills, but his brain - his ability to think and strategize. In his inner world, he can endlessly recreate real badminton scenes and even create more complex and challenging virtual confrontations than reality.
In this psychological simulation, Lin Fei not only hones his tactical thinking, but also enhances his control over the pace of the game. His brain is like a highly efficient simulator, allowing him to experience countless matches and learn and comprehend various techniques and strategies without actually stepping onto the court.
This ability enables him to quickly adapt to various situations in actual competitions, even when facing opponents and strategies he has never encountered before, he can quickly find a way to deal with them. It's like how he learns various moves of a character when playing video games and can flexibly apply them in the real world.
In the dim light, Lin Fei's face is half-covered in shadows, and his eyes flicker with an almost tangible anger and gloom. His gaze is fixed on his brother's face in the photo, with a hint of pain and anger that is not easily noticeable.
Standing in front of that photo filled with memories and emotions, Lin Fei's gaze became deep and determined. In the photo, his father and brother, as well as his younger self, each face seemed to silently tell the badminton legend of a family. Lin Fei gently reached out, his fingertips lightly touching the image of his father in the photo. A hint of deep affection and grace flashed in his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, yet it carried an unspoken determination and resolve. "Dad," Lin Fei said softly, as if having a silent conversation with his father in the photo, "I will definitely fulfill the unfinished business for you."
However, Lin Fei's fingers suddenly pressed tightly against the glass of the photo, his breathing became rapid and heavy, the corners of his mouth involuntarily twitching. An emotion hidden deep in his heart erupted at this moment, and every cell of his seemed to tremble with anger.
"Lin Rui!" Lin Fei's voice was filled with unwillingness and resentment, as if every word was squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a seething anger and unquenchable frustration.
This name was both an inspiration and a heavy burden for Lin Fei. His heart was filled with a desire to confront his brother, a desire that had almost reached an uncontrollable level. He wanted to prove himself, to show that he was not just a younger brother living in the shadow of a giant, but that he had his own strength and the ability to surpass his brother, who was seen as a hero in the eyes of others.
Lin Fei's fists were tightly clenched, his fingernails deeply embedded in his palms. There was no trace of gentleness in his eyes, only determination and resolve. "I will defeat you, Lin Rui!" he roared softly. This statement was like a promise and a vow, etched into the depths of his heart, becoming the unquenchable fire that drove him forward.
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