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Lin Fei left distinct footprints in the dust of the court, gasping for breath as he climbed up from the floor, his eyes shimmering with an indomitable light. Huang Zhi exuded confidence after scoring, as if every point on the court was a reaffirmation of his abilities. Lin Fei picked up the shuttlecock that had fallen on the sideline, dusted off his clothes, and tossed the ball to Huang Zhi. Their eyes locked in a moment of exchange, a deeper dialogue than words, a showdown of pride and determination.
Huang Zhi's challenging gaze carried a hint of provocation, but Lin Fei showed no fear, only greater determination. Huang Zhi's racket swung again, serving across the net, initiating a new round of confrontation. The air on the court seemed to freeze due to the tug-of-war between the two, and the few spectators on the sidelines rose and fell with the trajectory of each ball.
Huang Zhi continues to strategically hit the ball to the backcourt, making it difficult for Lin Fei to unleash his attack. Lin Fei is fully aware that direct attacks in front of a player like Huang Zhi, who combines defensive and technical skills, are often futile. Therefore, he chooses to patiently engage in a battle of clears and drops with Huang Zhi, repeatedly searching for weaknesses in his defense.
On the sidelines, Liu Xing's brow furrows: "Why doesn't Lin Fei attack?" His puzzled voice breaks the silence of the onlookers. Chen Yong turns around, his experienced eyes seemingly able to see through every shadow on the court. "Huang Zhi's defense is like an impregnable fortress," Chen Yong explains in a deep voice, "If Lin Fei's attacks are not precise enough, Huang Zhi can not only defend but also turn the tables, transforming the attack into a sharper counter. Lin Fei knows this well, so he is waiting for the perfect opportunity to bring Huang Zhi down."
Liu Xing nodded at the words, his gaze returning to the court, witnessing Lin Fei's delicate observation and careful planning. Zhou Yang added with concern, "However, Lin Fei's cautiousness may make him more susceptible to being led by Huang Zhi, gradually falling into the tactical traps he sets."
At this point in the game, the atmosphere on the court was almost frozen, with every player's eyes closely following the fast-moving shuttlecock. It seemed that Huang Zhi had already seen through Lin Fei's tactics, with each drop shot and clear ruthlessly stripping Lin Fei of his initiative, skillfully distributing the shuttlecock to the four corners, making Lin Fei's movements increasingly passive.
Lin Fei's psychological defense line has shown cracks in this intense offensive. His fierce attacks were originally unstoppable, but under Huang Zhi's prophetic anticipation, each assault seemed to be in vain, not only failing to achieve the expected results but also increasing his own physical exertion. As Huang Zhi swung his racket, not only did the ball's trajectory fly, but also Lin Fei's emotions seemed to fluctuate unpredictably.
Huang Zhi's strategy is undoubtedly effective; he always seems to effortlessly jump up just before the ball drops, exerting force from a high point, resulting in fast and tricky angles, which undoubtedly puts pressure on Lin Fei. Lin Fei's non-forced errors also began to increase gradually, which is not just a matter of physical fatigue but more of psychological exhaustion and pressure. Glancing at the scoreboard, Lin Fei is behind at seven to two, and it's on his own turf, the badminton court.
On the sidelines, Liu Xing and Chen Yong exchanged a worried glance. Chen Yong spoke with a hint of seriousness in his voice: "Lin Fei needs to adjust; he has to find a new breakthrough, otherwise the outcome of this game is not hard to predict."
Lin Fei picked up the ball, his eyes wandering between sharpness and confusion. He needed a change, an opportunity to turn the situation around. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm. The instincts of a strategist were stirring in his mind, seeking a lifeline. He knew that now was not the time to give up; every point was crucial, and he, Lin Fei, had not yet exhausted all his tricks.
He silently recited his advantages in his mind - calmness, strategy, self-motivation. These qualities have helped him through countless tough matches, and now, it's time for these qualities to come into play.
Lin Fei stared at Huang Zhi who was about to serve, his pupils reflecting the fast shuttlecock. His breathing became rhythmic, and with each heartbeat, his observation and thinking accelerated. Suddenly, he noticed Huang Zhi pausing for a moment after a series of smashes and drops. It was a trivial movement, but for Lin Fei, it was a lifeline.
On the sidelines, Liu Xing and Chen Yong also noticed the change in Lin Fei. Beside them, Zhou Yang clenched his fists and encouraged with a low shout, "Come on, Lin Fei!"
On the court, Huang Zhi served the ball, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, as if he was already certain of winning the game. However, this time, when he used the old tactics to hit the ball to the backcourt, Lin Fei did not seem as exhausted as he had expected. Lin Fei's figure moved like a leaf in the wind, his steps more determined and agile than before. As Huang Zhi's ball was about to touch the ground, Lin Fei had already jumped up, using an almost perfect angle and force to unexpectedly smash the ball back to the front right side of the court, completely catching Huang Zhi off guard.
Huang Zhi turned around in astonishment, attempting to catch the ball, but could only watch helplessly as it fell to the ground. His body stiffened in an instant, as if even his breath had stopped. The whole arena fell silent, followed by a burst of warm applause and cheers.
Lin Fei felt a long-lost passion and determination deep in his heart, and his gaze became sharp once again. The score was seven to three, and he was still behind, but now he had found the meaning of the fight. In this game, he would fight for himself, for his indomitable past self, and for dignity and victory.
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