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Chen Yong and Coach Wang Min stepped onto the field and immediately became the center of attention for everyone. The team members on the sidelines, holding pizza and fried chicken, excitedly cheered as if they were watching a spectacular performance. Their eyes were filled with anticipation, curious and excited for the upcoming high-level showdown.
Liu Xing, on the other hand, professionally set up the camera to ensure capturing every exciting moment on the field. His movements were professional and swift, clearly prepared to record such important moments.
At this moment, Lin Fei quietly arrived at the sidelines with a pizza in hand, his eyes filled with anticipation for the upcoming showdown. Beside him, Xie Ting and Zhou Yang seemed somewhat troubled, exchanging helpless glances with each other.
Seeing their expressions, Lin Fei couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong? Did something happen?" There was a hint of concern in his voice, as if he wanted to understand why these two teammates would have such expressions.
Xie Ting and Zhou Yang locked eyes, as if considering how to respond. Their expressions revealed a nervousness about the upcoming showdown, perhaps due to the excitement and concern about the duel between the two masters, Coach Wang Min and Chen Yong. After all, this match was not just an ordinary practice game; for them, it was also an excellent opportunity for learning and observation.
Xie Ting spoke with a hint of self-deprecation, "Coach just said that we need to be able to see the soul of the ball... to have the qualification to use the soul of the ball. But Zhou Yang and I couldn't see what they were talking about behind the shot you just made. It seems that the two of us... still have a long way to go." At this point, his voice sounded somewhat disheartened, clearly dissatisfied with his current abilities.
Next to them, Zhou Yang, who has always been known for his cheerful and optimistic demeanor, now shows a rare sense of loneliness on his face. He silently watches the confrontation on the court, his eyes seemingly filled with complex emotions. This sense of loneliness comes not only from their inability to see the soul of the game, but also from reflecting on their own abilities and the uncertainty of the future.
Hearing Xie Ting's words, Lin Fei couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy. He could sense the disappointment of Xie Ting and Zhou Yang. After all, for any badminton player who loves the sport, being able to touch the mysterious power of the game's soul is undoubtedly a very tempting goal. Lin Fei softly comforted, "This is just the beginning, we are all still on the path of learning and growth. You are already great, as long as you keep working hard, one day you will reach that level."
Xie Ting and Zhou Yang heard Lin Fei's words, and although they still felt a bit disappointed, with Lin Fei's encouragement, their expressions softened slightly. They understood that the road of badminton is long and arduous, and all they had to do was to constantly hone themselves and move towards higher goals.
At this moment, the showdown between Chen Yong and Coach Wang Min on the court has already begun, drawing everyone's attention back to the game. And Lin Fei, Xie Ting, and Zhou Yang all shared a common belief in their hearts: to keep improving and pursue their own badminton dreams.
Lin Fei's gaze was tightly locked on Coach Wang Min, and he noticed that every movement of the coach revealed a sense of ease and casualness, which formed a sharp contrast with Chen Yong on the field. Chen Yong's movements and expressions both revealed a hint of tension and seriousness, as if he attached great importance to this confrontation.
This contrast aroused Lin Fei's curiosity. He turned to Li Wei, who was enjoying fried chicken on the side, and asked, "Have you ever sparred with the coach before?" Lin Fei's voice revealed a deeper curiosity behind this confrontation.
Li Wei looked up, his mouth still full of fried chicken. After hearing Lin Fei's question, he paused his chewing and a hint of reminiscence appeared on his face. He swallowed the chicken in his mouth and then replied, "Well, I've had a few chances to spar with the coach before. His skills are really impressive, he always seems so casual on the court, but every time he can catch the opponent's weakness. This accumulation of tactics and experience is something that we young players find difficult to reach."
Li Wei's words gave Lin Fei a deeper understanding of Coach Wang Min's skills and tactics. He understood that the reason Coach Wang Min could appear so relaxed on the court was because of his profound skills and precise grasp of the game. For Lin Fei, this was both a learning opportunity and a challenge. He knew that to become an outstanding badminton player, he not only needed strong technical skills but also keen observation and thoughtful tactical planning.
Lin Fei once again turned his gaze to the showdown on the court, this time with a look of learning and exploration in his eyes. He knew that every duel and practice was an opportunity for growth. And this showdown with Coach Wang Min and Chen Yong would undoubtedly become a valuable experience in his badminton career.
Chen Yong stood at one end of the court, tightly gripping the badminton in his hand, his eyes filled with tension and focus. He took a deep breath, then slowly sent the first shot of the match, the shuttlecock flying steadily in an arc towards Coach Wang Min on the other side.
Coach Wang Min stood at the other end of the court, looking very calm and even a bit casual. When the ball came, he seemed to effortlessly flick it up with his racket, sending it high into the air, and then leisurely retreated to the middle, as if quietly waiting for Chen Yong's next move.
Seeing Coach Wang Min's flick, Chen Yong immediately picked up the pace. With a swift and powerful forehand slide, he accurately hit the ball towards the front court. The ball's speed was fast and the angle was tricky, clearly aiming to break through Coach Wang Min's defense.
However, for Coach Wang Min, this kind of attack doesn't seem to pose a big threat. He simply takes a step forward and extends his racket, effortlessly receiving the ball. Coach Wang Min's movements appear simple and casual, but they reveal his profound fundamental skills and perfect control of the situation on the court.
Next, Coach Wang Min once again lifts the ball high, as if challenging Chen Yong to find a way to break through his defense. This confrontation is not only a technical competition but also a psychological game.
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