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On the court, Chen Yong and Deng Yu have already begun their showdown. Chen Yong's movements are sharp and decisive, with each hit accompanied by a sharp cutting sound; while Deng Yu is known for his agility, his steps are light, and his control of the ball is precise. The other team members stand on the sidelines, their eyes sometimes closely following the flying shuttlecock, sometimes exchanging comments, creating a lively and passionate atmosphere.
This kind of showdown is not unfamiliar to Lin Fei, but watching it in this environment inevitably stirs up some excitement in his heart. He sees Chen Yong's composed attacks and Deng Yu's clever responses, their showdown resembling a high-level chess game, with each move filled with variables and strategies.
"Look, Lin Fei, this is the strength of our team," Zhou Yang pointed to the two players on the field, with a proud tone. "Chen Yong is the attacking master of our team, and Deng Yu is the tactical master. You can learn a lot from them."
Lin Fei nodded, his gaze focused on every movement on the field, every jump and swing. In his view, every minute and every second was an opportunity to learn. He was eager to absorb more and improve his skills.
On the court, the singles match between Chen Yong and Deng Yu has reached a fever pitch. Chen Yong is wearing the uniform of the Chasing the Wind High School badminton team, with a serious and focused expression on his face. Every return of his seems like a fired bullet, swift and direct. Whenever the racket collides with the shuttlecock, the force is almost tearing the air apart, accompanied by the sharp sound of the wind cutting through the silence of the arena. His wrist turns effortlessly, sending the shuttlecock piercing straight at times and cleverly changing its trajectory at others, attempting to break through the opponent's defense.
Deng Yu, known as the team's tactical master, is renowned for his incredible anticipation and positioning. He seems like a ghost on the court, always arriving at the shuttlecock's landing point ahead of time and effortlessly flicking it back. Deng Yu's eyes seem to hide a radar, as no matter how Chen Yong changes the trajectory, he can always respond with the smallest movement and the most effortless posture. Their teammates in the audience are glued to the action, knowing that this showdown is not just a test of skill, but also a battle of intelligence and endurance.
Lin Fei stood on the sidelines, completely absorbed by the match on the field, unable to look away. He watched how Chen Yong decided in an instant whether to use a drop shot or a lob, or suddenly unleash a powerful smash, pushing the speed and direction of the ball to the extreme. At the same time, he also noticed Deng Yu's precise footwork, as if he could predict the ball's trajectory with every step.
Finally, after an intense exchange, Chen Yong seized the opportunity and executed a sudden, skillful smash that landed deep in the court. This time, he used a highly deceptive technique, with a sudden drop in speed and a rapid spin, as if drawing a perfect parabola in the air. Deng Yu reacted immediately, lunging forward, but this time, his judgment was slightly off, and the ball landed farther than expected.
Deng Yu concentrated all his strength, his legs seemed to be filled with springs, and he leaped into the air with an explosive fish jump posture, stretching his arms to try to touch the rapidly falling shuttlecock. His fingers barely grazed the edge of the shuttlecock, missing it by a hair's breadth, but losing it by a mile. The shuttlecock quietly landed near the boundary line, raising a cloud of dust.
There was a burst of applause and cheers from the sidelines, and Lin Fei couldn't help but applaud this brilliant move. Standing on the sidelines, she witnessed the intense singles match between Chen Yong and Deng Yu. Chen Yong's shot variations were clever, and every swing was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, while Deng Yu shuttled around the court with his agile footwork and precise positioning, trying to neutralize Chen Yong's sharp attacks as much as possible.
Lin Fei couldn't help but admire Chen Yong's basketball IQ and skills, especially that last shot. Chen Yong cleverly reduced the speed of the ball, using a highly skilled smash to create a sudden change in speed, making it difficult for Deng Yu to adapt. This was not just a score, but also a mental victory, fully demonstrating his absolute control on the court.
Even though Deng Yu lost the point, he did not dwell on his mistake, but quickly adjusted his state to prepare to receive Chen Yong's serve again. This indomitable spirit impressed Lin Fei deeply and demonstrated his resilient personality and focus on the game.
Lin Fei observes every detail on the court, watching Chen Yong skillfully serve a delicate short ball that drops right in front of the net, as if provoking Deng Yu to engage in a net-front battle.
However, Deng Yu does not take the bait. Instead, he chooses to proactively lift the ball with a high, deep shot in an attempt to create distance from Chen Yong and break the stalemate at the net. This tactical move is very wise, as it not only avoids a direct confrontation with Chen Yong in his strong net-front skills, but also temporarily interrupts Chen Yong's attack, allowing the game's rhythm to return under Deng Yu's control.
Chen Yong quickly adjusted his position, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes as he didn't expect Deng Yu to see through his tactics so quickly. But as an experienced player, he reacted swiftly, calmly catching the high ball and strategically slowing down the pace of the game with a high ball, attempting to regain control of the match.
Deng Yu stood at the other end of the court, his gaze focused and unwavering, not at all troubled by Chen Yong's tactics. As the ball flew towards his head, he quickly judged its trajectory, smoothly catching it with a swift sidestep, and then delivering a sharp hit to send the ball back to Chen Yong's baseline.
Lin Fei Watching their duel, I secretly calculated every move on the court and every change in the ball's trajectory. This was not just a showdown between two masters, but more like a high-intelligence strategic battle.
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