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After a period of kill ball training, Lin Fei's kill ball ability has greatly improved, but it also made him panting and exhausted. Wang Min then let him rest on the side and had Xie Ting come up to start practicing. Sweat slid down Lin Fei's cheek as he panted and sat on the bench at the side of the court. His tense muscles got a brief rest, and each deep breath seemed to stir ripples inside him. Lin Fei looked at Xie Ting in the middle of the court with the gaze of a senior observing a junior, containing both criticism and expectation.
Xie Ting's swing posture was smooth and powerful, but there was always a half-beat delay between his movements and steps. His still-developing swing technique contrasted sharply with his slightly sluggish footwork. Whenever he swung with force, the ball indeed flew out quickly, but his subsequent return position was somewhat clumsy, unable to quickly prepare for the next ball.
Wang Min stood aside, his gaze sharp, taking in every move Xie Ting made. During Lin Fei's break, it seemed that Wang Min had shifted all his attention to Xie Ting. He watched every move she made, nodding at times and furrowing his brow at others.
"Xie Ting, your wrist strength is good, but badminton is not just about using your hands," Wang Min began to explain, his tone both stern and encouraging, "Your footwork and swing need to work together, your steps should guide your racket."
Xie Ting stopped, breathing heavily. Wang Min walked over and personally demonstrated how to connect footwork with racket swings. His movements were both swift and precise, each step perfectly coordinated with the swing of the racket, like an elegant dance. Lin Fei watched from the side, silently learning, knowing that even as a top athlete, learning is endless.
Xie Ting returned to the court and began to imitate Wang Min's movements. Although initially clumsy, with the encouragement and guidance of the coach, he gradually began to catch the rhythm. Lin Fei saw his own reflection in his change, recalling the challenges and progress he had experienced in the past.
Lin Fei's gaze was tightly fixed on Xie Ting, the senior who usually didn't talk much and always practiced silently in the corner. His indomitable spirit filled Lin Fei with an indescribable sense of respect. Although Xie Ting's movements may not have been graceful or smooth enough, each swing revealed a sense of struggle and difficulty. Yet, his eyes burned with a firm and determined flame, a flame that, in Lin Fei's eyes, was more precious and dazzling than any fancy skill.
Suddenly, Huang Zhi appeared, interrupting Lin Fei's thoughts. He stood beside Lin Fei with a smug and provocative smile, as if silently questioning Lin Fei's abilities. His tone seemed casual, but the underlying sharpness in his words was quite evident.
"Lin Fei, you seem to be enjoying yourself here. Is it time to show off your skills?" Huang Zhi raised his racket, casually tapping the frame with a kingly aura.
Lin Fei was not swayed by Huang Zhi's momentum. Instead, he gathered his fighting spirit in the face of this challenge. His gaze was sharp as a knife, showing no weakness against Huang Zhi. With a slight adjustment of his grip, Lin Fei displayed the confidence and readiness of a seasoned player.
"From the looks of it, I don't need to say anything, and you already know the answer," Lin Fei finally spoke. His voice didn't have much fluctuation, but the words revealed absolute confidence in his own abilities.
The players on the sidelines felt the tense atmosphere, each of them putting down their actions and holding their breath, knowing that the upcoming showdown on the court would be extraordinary. Some had already begun to whisper, predicting how this explosive game would unfold.
Huang Zhi took the lead to walk to one side of the court, standing in position like a dominator, taking a deep breath with a glint of battle in his eyes. Lin Fei, on the other hand, stood calmly on the opposite side of the court, his figure upright like a pine tree, and every step he took showed undeniable strength.
As Lin Fei and Huang Zhi stepped onto the badminton court one after the other, the pressure in the air seemed to suddenly rise, as if every step they took could cause subtle vibrations. The surroundings of the badminton court unnaturally quieted down, and all eyes were focused on these two protagonists about to engage in battle.
Liu Xing and Chen Yong chose a corner of the sidelines, not speaking to each other, but the fire in their eyes revealed their inner excitement. Chen Yong's eyes closely followed every move of Huang Zhi, knowing that on the field, Huang Zhi was like a strategically deep wolf, every step calculated with precision.
Zhou Yang focused more on Lin Fei, his eyes carrying a mix of professional assessment and colleague's respect. He wanted to see not only Lin Fei's skills, but also to glimpse his psychological endurance and adaptability in the heat of the competition.
Zhao Fei stood at the forefront, arms crossed in front of his chest, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth undiminished, as if he had already foreseen the outcome of the match. He said softly, " Lin Fei's basic skills are very solid, and the power of his kill shots is quite amazing. But Huang Zhi senior's experience is rich, and his clever strategies and rock-solid defensive counterattacks are a big test for anyone. Whether Lin Fei can handle it, that's hard to say."
Chen Yong nodded slightly, indicating agreement with Zhao Fei's opinion, while Zhou Yang silently watched the two players on the court, undoubtedly making his own calculations.
The competition has not yet begun, but the eyes of the two players are already in confrontation. Huang Zhi's confident and slightly provocative smile seems to be telling Lin Fei: the outcome of this game has already been determined. And in Lin Fei's eyes, there shines a refusal to accept defeat, a determination and sharpness that belong to the new generation of players.
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