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Finally, the long class was over, and it was time for the evening training. Lin Fei hoisted his bag full of notes and books onto his shoulder and walked steadily through the school's long corridors. The noise of the classroom gradually faded behind him as his classmates gathered in groups, discussing their plans after evening self-study: some wanted to go to an internet cafe, some planned to watch a newly released movie, and others were preparing to go home to review their lessons.
Lin Fei, however, walked alone in a different direction - towards the gymnasium. In the quiet corridor, every step he took echoed with a resolute sound, as if constantly reminding himself of his different choice. As he passed through the main road of the campus, he could feel his classmates surging towards the school gate, while he, on the other hand, was going against the flow, heading resolutely towards the badminton court.
At that moment, a hint of loneliness flashed through Lin Fei's heart. This loneliness stemmed not only from the solitary physical journey, but also from the spiritual persistence. He knew that, in order to pursue the extraordinary path of badminton, he had to accept the lack of understanding from his peers and the divergence from everyday life. However, in his heart, the end of this path was filled with the radiance of love and dreams, an obsession and passion that could not be expressed in words.
He quickened his pace, traversing every corner of the campus, and every fallen leaf seemed to be cheering him on. When he pushed open the heavy doors of the gymnasium, a familiar scent greeted him, a mixture of sweat and wooden floors, the scent of the court. The feeling of loneliness vanished at that moment, because he knew that this was where he truly belonged.
Lin Fei's gaze swept across the badminton court, and the familiar scene made him feel a sense of relief. Several teammates were stepping and swinging on the court, their warm-up movements sharp and powerful, each figure exuding a desire and passion for the upcoming training.
Chen Yong noticed Lin Fei's arrival, interrupted his stretching, waved his arm, and shouted, "Lin Fei, come over here! We've cleared out a locker for you in the classroom, so you can store your rackets and shoes!" Lin Fei waved back at Chen Yong and replied loudly, "Okay, I'll be right over!"
With steady steps, Lin Fei walked into the wooden classroom next to the gym, which was the exclusive space for the badminton team, known as little world. Pushing open the wooden door, Xie Ting and Zhou Yang saw Lin Fei and immediately greeted him warmly. Lin Fei nodded slightly and firmly shook their outstretched hands. "Xie Ting, Zhou Yang, you've worked hard in training," Lin Fei said.
Zhou Yang flashed a sunny smile, always exuding an unrestrained enthusiasm. "Don't be so polite, we are teammates. I'm in my third year of high school, so just call me Yang ge." His healthy skin tone and strong muscles made it clear that he was a diligent athlete.
"Just now the captain ordered to take you to see your locker," Zhou Yang said happily, then put his arm around Lin Fei's shoulder. As Zhou Yang's enthusiastic laughter echoed in the wooden classroom like sunshine, Lin Fei felt the warmth and acceptance from his teammates. Walking up to the metal locker, the neat and uniform lockers seemed to be a testament to each badminton team member's commitment to their dreams and love for badminton, with each name representing a unique story and countless sweat.
Arriving at Lin Fei's locker, the name tag clearly read "Lin Fei" in bold, solid characters, like a symbol of the team's expectations for him. As Zhou Yang spoke, he enthusiastically helped Lin Fei open the locker, which was empty, waiting for its new owner's belongings to fill it up.
"Put all your equipment in there!" Zhou Yang said, giving Lin Fei an encouraging look. Lin Fei nodded, smiled slightly, and stood by the cabinet with his name on it, feeling an unprecedented sense of belonging. He gently touched the cabinet door, and the two words "Lin Fei" seemed to silently tell him that this was his new starting point, the place where he would perfectly integrate himself with badminton.
Zhou Yang enthusiastically tapped the open cabinet, encouraging Lin Fei to put his equipment inside. Lin Fei's movements were delicate and cautious, placing his racket and shoes neatly, just as he approached every game and training session with the same seriousness.
"Here is your new home, Lin Fei," Zhou Yang said with a smile as he patted his shoulder, his eyes filled with genuine anticipation and trust. "Especially with Huang Zhi, you need to be careful. He may be competitive, but he is also a very strong opponent. We all believe that you can bring new energy and change to the team."
Zhou Yang's words gave Lin Fei a lot of encouragement. He felt the competitive atmosphere within the team, but at the same time, he also felt the responsibility and pressure as a team member. He knew that from today, he would face challenges with the team, share the joy of victory, and also bear the weight of failure together.
"Don't worry, Zhou Yang, I will do my best," Lin Fei responded firmly, his eyes filled with determination and resilience.
Zhou Yang's laughter rang out in the classroom once again. His personality, like his appearance, was full of sunshine and strength. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Let's go, let's get ready for evening practice on the field and see what moves Huang Zhi will pull off."
Lin Fei smiled heartily, feeling completely integrated into this big family. Following Zhou Yang's pace, he entered the evening training ground with new expectations and confidence, ready to face the upcoming challenges.
Under the guidance of Zhou Yang and Xie Ting, Lin Fei's steps were firm and light. They walked through a long corridor, their footsteps echoing in the quiet space, seemingly drumming up support for the upcoming training. Passing through a fire door, they were greeted by a huge badminton hall, with bright lights hanging from the ceiling and a wooden floor waxed to the point of casting shadows, creating an atmosphere of a professional training ground.
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