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The school bell rang on time, signaling the end of the morning training. The team members each slowed down their movements and gathered around Coach Wang Min. Wang Min cleared his throat and outlined the evening training: "Tonight's practice will focus on practical combat drills. I hope everyone can identify their weaknesses in this intense confrontation, especially those that are often overlooked in regular training."
He paused, scanning each team member with his eyes. "Furthermore, I hope you can take the time to watch more videos of top-level matches, learn from them, and continuously improve your basketball IQ." Wang Min's tone was unquestionably serious, as he knew the importance of basketball IQ. A player may have great skills, but without on-court intelligence and strategic thinking, it's difficult to become a top player.
The atmosphere of the training became more serious in the coach's words, and the team members could hear Wang Min's emphasis on the evening training. But in this quiet and focused atmosphere, Lin Fei felt a strange gaze. He turned his head slightly, expecting to meet Huang Zhi's familiar challenging gaze, but unexpectedly found it was Xie Ting.
Xie Ting's gaze carried deep observation and indescribable emotions. This player, who had performed averagely in the team, was now completely focused on watching Lin Fei, seemingly trying to interpret his every move. Lin Fei met his gaze, but Xie Ting did not evade it, instead maintaining that intense stare.
When the coach announced the dismissal, the team members seemed to relax all at once, releasing the tension that had built up all morning. They stretched their muscles and prepared to pack up and leave. At that moment, the coach stopped Li Wei and Zheng You, saying, "You two, don't be in a hurry to leave. Run five more laps on the field before you go." His voice carried an unmistakable air of authority.
At first, the two were stunned, then they howled to express their dissatisfaction: "Why is it us again, coach!" The coach frowned and responded sternly, "Both of you were almost late today, and your warm-up was rushed. If this attitude is not corrected, how will you compete with others in the future?"
Li Wei and Zheng You looked at each other, silently accepting the arrangement of fate, and began their punishment run. The other team members covered their mouths and chuckled, then dispersed one by one, getting ready to go to their next class.
Just as Lin Fei was focused on organizing his equipment, preparing to follow the other team members and leave, a hesitant figure appeared at the edge of his vision. Xie Ting stood not far away, hands in his pockets, with a hint of nervousness and struggle in his eyes. After a moment of inner conflict, he finally gathered the courage and walked unsteadily towards Lin Fei.
Lin Fei noticed the approach of Xie Ting and stopped what he was doing, standing up straight with a calm gaze to greet his teammate. He could sense that Xie Ting had ulterior motives and couldn't help but feel a bit curious. Was it to ask for technical advice? Or was it about team matters? Or perhaps just to find someone to confide in?
A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Xie Ting's mouth as he somewhat shyly said, "Sorry, I'm Xie Ting, a sophomore. I... um, I might be the worst at badminton in the team." There was a hint of self-deprecation in his words, and after speaking, he chuckled awkwardly.
Lin Fei looked at this senior with a sense of respect in his eyes. He reached out his hand and responded firmly and politely, "Hello, senior! I'm Lin Fei, a freshman. Nice to meet you." This simple gesture seemed to ease Xie Ting's nervousness a little.
Xie Ting then said, "Your swing and footwork are really standard. Although others are also very good, your movements make me feel a kind of... how should I say it, a sense of vitality? You're really amazing!" His voice carried a sincere admiration and a hint of envy.
Lin Fei heard such praise, and a rare hint of shyness appeared on his face, as he usually maintains a calm and restrained demeanor. "It's nothing, I've just learned a little before," he responded casually. However, behind this modest attitude is his years of hard training and love for badminton.
Xie Ting sensed Lin Fei's humility, which increased his fondness for Lin Fei even more. "Can I...," he hesitated for a moment, then gathered the courage to ask, "Can you please give me some pointers? I always feel like my swing is off, but I can't quite put my finger on it."
Lin Fei nodded, his eyes shining with a willingness to help. They walked shoulder to shoulder, carrying their backpacks, heading towards the classroom in unison. Along the way, their conversation revolved around Xie Ting's struggles with her swing.
"Your arms and footsteps don't seem to coordinate very well," Lin Fei analyzed calmly, "This lack of coordination will cause a loss of power transmission when hitting the ball, and your strength will be dispersed."
Xie Ting listened while contemplating his usual training. Every word from Lin Fei seemed to open a window for him to understand his own shortcomings.
"And, have you noticed? When you hit the ball, your center of gravity often leans to one side, causing imbalance in your body," Lin Fei paused, demonstrating the movement, "Like this, when your center of gravity shifts, your next move becomes hesitant, which is fatal in a competition."
Xie Ting carefully observes Lin Fei's actions. Not only does Lin Fei explain with words, but also uses body language to help Xie Ting understand the problem more intuitively.
"I understand, so how should I improve?" Xie Ting asked, his voice filled with a desire for progress.
"We can start by adjusting the basic stance and footwork," Lin Fei replied, his eyes revealing a deep passion for the sport. "Progress gradually, starting from the simplest."
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