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Zhang Min stood next to Lin Fei, gently shaking her head with a slight smile, her eyes seemingly revealing dissatisfaction with Chen Yong's performance. Lin Fei noticed this and couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Did Senior Chen Yong do something wrong? Why do you seem dissatisfied with his performance?"
Just as Zhang Min was about to answer, before the words could even land, the usually reticent Huang Zhi suddenly interjected with emotion, "He... is still suppressing himself. Can't you feel it, Lin Fei? He's so timid, I wonder what he's afraid of?"
Huang Zhi's words made the atmosphere on the sidelines slightly more serious. His tone revealed a sense of helplessness and frustration, feeling disappointed in Chen Yong's behavior of restraining his true abilities as the team captain. He believed that Chen Yong's skills and experience far exceeded the level he was showing, but in this match, Chen Yong seemed overly cautious, not fully unleashing his potential.
Upon hearing Huang Zhi's words, Lin Fei couldn't help but ponder. He carefully observed Chen Yong's movements, trying to find the kind of suppression that Huang Zhi mentioned. Watching the duel between Chen Yong and Coach Wang Min, Lin Fei began to understand Huang Zhi's meaning. Although Chen Yong's movements were smooth, there was indeed a hesitation and caution in not daring to go all out, as if choosing to be conservative under some invisible pressure.
Lin Fei's gaze was tightly locked on Coach Wang Min on the court. The coach's every move on the field seemed so natural and smooth, like water, fresh and invisible, as if every ball was under his control. Coach Wang Min's steps were light, almost every step accurately predicting Chen Yong's next ball placement, reminiscent of a nimble slime, always sticking to the opponent's attack, effortlessly neutralizing every one of Chen Yong's attacks.
Beside him, Zhang Min spoke up: "Among us, Chen Yong is currently the strongest. But his performance shouldn't be like this. His skills, his abilities, are far beyond this level. He feels... as if something is hindering him in his heart."
Lin Fei listened to Zhang Min's words and couldn't help but carefully observe Chen Yong's performance. Indeed, every move of Chen Yong seemed overly cautious, as if there was some indescribable pressure deep inside him, preventing him from fully unleashing his potential. This psychological barrier seemed to become Chen Yong's true opponent against Coach Wang Min, more critical than any technical gap.
Chen Yong's movements on the court were smooth and decisive, and his backhand transition shot cleverly directed the ball to the right front court of Coach Wang Min. This move seemed intended to disrupt the coach's footwork and create an attacking opportunity. However, Coach Wang Min had a precise grasp of the situation on the court, as if he had already anticipated Chen Yong's intentions and moved to the appropriate position ahead of time.
When the ball flew towards him, Coach Wang Min displayed extremely high skill and touch, lightly flicking the ball to produce an exquisite drop shot. The ball lightly bounced near the net with barely visible spin, making its trajectory difficult to predict. Even a skilled player like Zhang Min couldn't help but nod in admiration, acknowledging the coach's gentle touch and precise control, showcasing his profound expertise in the field of badminton.
Chen Yong, seeing this, quickly rushed forward, eager to lift this delicate drop shot, but under pressure, his movements appeared somewhat impatient. In the moment of trying to hit the ball, he made a slight miscalculation, resulting in the ball hitting the white tape of the net, ultimately failing to cross over and sadly dropping into his own court.
The atmosphere on the court suddenly became heavy. Chen Yong stood there, his eyes revealing disappointment and frustration. This mistake not only reflected a technical error, but also revealed his inner tension and unease. Across from him, Wang Min, the coach, maintained a calm expression, as if all of this was within his expectations.
Chen Yong silently picked up the helpless ball, his movements calm and slow, as if seeking his own balance in this brief moment. With a simple flick, he returned the ball to Coach Wang Min, his face showing little emotion, just quietly standing back in his position, seemingly gazing at the upcoming challenge.
Coach Wang Min received the ball and a cold expression appeared on his face, accompanied by a subtle but noticeable anger. His gaze was firm and stern as he stared at Chen Yong, creating an atmosphere of dignity and seriousness that made the players on the sidelines feel tense. They had never seen the coach take a training match so seriously. He calmly said, " Chen Yong, your performance is not enough. Do you look down on this old man? Are you unwilling to give your all?"
These words seemed to strike directly at Chen Yong's heart, challenging his pride and determination. Coach Wang Min's words not only questioned Chen Yong's performance, but also seemed to ignite his fighting spirit, demanding that he show his true strength. The other players present also felt the depth behind these words, their eyes focused on Chen Yong, waiting for his response. The atmosphere on the sidelines became tense, with the other players exchanging uncertain glances, as if searching for an answer.
Chen Yong took a deep breath, gripping the racket tightly, his gaze becoming more determined. At this moment, it seemed as if he had set aside his doubts and unease, leaving only a thirst for victory. The coach's words were not just a challenge, but more like an inspiration, awakening the fighting spirit deep within him.
On the sidelines, the team members held their breath, as this was not just a badminton match, but also a test of mental strength and willpower. They waited to see if Chen Yong could break through himself, unleash his true power, and turn the tide of this showdown.
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